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meatonfork · 1 year

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Can I request the team maybe finding out grim hordes cute stuff?. Maybe something like plushies or even Sanrio stuff. They might be kinda embarrassed by it since their technically a young adult in the military who’s killed countless people but still collects cute stuff and guards it like a dragon.

Hoarder

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pairings: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: none, grim being shy

summary: the team finds out grim hoards

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you knew you shouldn’t be embarrassed by this. it was nothing compared to your job. but, you just couldn’t help it. it truly caused you to cave in on yourself.

you had been on a solo mission. just some quick intel gathering. it went fairly smoothly, and you were back at base in no time.

you were awfully tired, though. ready to crash in your bed, and sleep the next day away.

all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your stuffed animals, and get some well deserved sleep.

but, there was a change in plans. you had stopped by the commons to say goodnight to your team, but the sight you saw made you pause in your steps.

your duffel bag slipped from your hands as they came to cover your mouth in shock.

a bright red dusted your features, ears a stark pink.

“oh- hey guys, haha” your voice was sheepish, a small, uneasy smile on your face.

“what’s going on..?”

“grim. why the hell do you have all these stuffed animals? they cover the whole couch!” gaz’s voice was higher pitched, an effort not to laugh straight in your face.

the guys, save from ghost, had amusement dancing on their features.

“no, because this is really embarrassing. you weren’t supposed to know. how did you even find them?” you shrieked. you rushed forward to try to scoop them all up, but there were just too many. some fell to the floor, right out of your arms.

the bun your hair was in started to come lose from your frantic efforts.

“grim, you’re an adult. why do you have them?” price almost sounded disappointed, but he was too busy laughing to actually play the part of disappointed dad.

“look, this is embarrassing. i’m killer. but i can’t help it! they’re so cute! i get them when we go on missions. just- stuff ‘em in my pack.” you made a stuffing motion with your hand.

“now, will you please help me take these back to my room?”

ghost stepped forward, grabbing a small black cat plushie, and squeezed it lightly, “i like this one..”

“oh! yeah, keep it!” you beamed up at him.

“aye, i wan’ one!” soap rushed forward, gaz right behind him.

they helped you put them back, soap and gaz grabbing their favorite ones.

you finally relaxed, laid out on all your stupid little stuffed animals. you reached over and grabbed a little otter. his face was so fluffy.

you purses your lips. you gave a small hum.

“price never got one…”

you jumped out of bed, otter in hand, and made your way to price’s office.

price was sat at his desk, head in hand, filling out paperwork. a soft knock rang out.

“yeah, come in!”

the door opened softly, your face peaking through the slight opening.

“hey, cap. can i come sit?” your voice was soft. the faint smell of a cherry vanilla cigar danced around the room.

“‘course.”

“i brought you this! you never got one. didn’t want you to feel left out or anything… he kinda looks like ya. the eyes, man. it’s definitely the eyes.” you let out a huff of laughter.

you stuck your hand out, the otter looking back up at price.

his soft eyes looked from the small plush otter, and back up to you.

his hand went out and grabbed the stuffed animal.

“huh. i guess it kinda does look like me. thanks kid.” his head turned back up to you, a kind smile on his face.

“yeah. of course! no problem, cap. i’ll see you tomorrow.” you make your way to the door.

“hey, kid.”

your hand paused on the door, half way out of the room already, “yeah?”

“sleep well, yeah?”

you nod, “yeah.”

you give a smile, and made your way to bed.

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a/n: thank you for reading, stinks <3

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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hello :] i had an idea / req for you!

melissa/reader where r is new around (new teachers aide, teacher, anything rly), they’re just new so melissa isn’t exactly head over heels yet. but then maybe smth happens to r where they’re in trouble or hurt and melissa ends up being to one to find and take care of them, and melissa realizes how quickly she’s growing attached OMFG THIS IS SO LONG AND SUCH A RAMBLE SORRY! run with it however you’d like xoxo -🧛🏻‍♀️

blush to ruby

pairing: melissa schemmenti x gn!reader

summary: request above! think i stuck pretty true to it, i went with r getting hurt rather than an altercation just bc my last fic was more that route

warnings: hurt/comfort (but literal hurt. like pain hurt), mentions of blood and a non-serious injury, r should’ve had a that’s so raven moment tbf, kinda short oops

note: title is light to darker shade of red to show deepening feelings, in case u were curious. i wanted to call this “unfortunate foreshadowing” but it’s a little on the nose

melissa hates lunch duty. everyone does really, she wasn’t alone. but what no one ever really talks about, recess duty. the worst part was the screaming, the occasional crying, and the constant whining when it was time to go back inside. somehow after running around at top speeds for twenty minutes straight, the children the even more hyperactive.

maybe it wasn’t so bad. ever since you started at abbott last semester, melissa found herself enjoying the extra time with you. she liked the little one-on-one conversations with you that this time allowed her. melissa thought it was rather sweet how you interacted with the little eagles. she’d watch as you ran down the line of swings, pushing each student as they giggled and yelled higher, higher! but this week was a blessing to the children, mr. johnson finally inflated the sad looking dodgeballs in the recess bins. four-square is a very, very serious matter.

“alright little eagles, huddle up,” melissa shouts with her hands cupped around her mouth.

“time for the rules,” you say, getting a collective groan in return, “don’t give me the uuugh stuff, half of you break them before the game even starts.” you hear melissa chuckle beside you, making you visibly struggle to hide a smile.

“no hitting the ball when it’s not you’re turn. only hit the ball with your hands, not your face. i’m looking at you, tyler,” you give him a playful glare, he sticks his tongue out in response. “hit the ball out of the bounds, you’re out. if it bounces more than once in your square, you’re out. catch the ball, you’re out.”

the kids create their teams and start playing, you and melissa are really only there to stop them from literally butting heads, and to grab the ball if it rolls out. four rounds in and everyone was laughing and having fun. melissa particularly enjoyed being gifted a dandelion flower crown that you helped one of her students make, gently laying it on top of her hair.

“last round, then we’re heading back in!” you call to them. when they change players, it’s all fourth graders, only one of which was from your class. melissa could recall that when yasir had been in her second grade class, he mentioned his sister played volleyball at the high school, and she taught him all about it. melissa turns to give you the heads up right as the game starts. the ball bounces into yasir’s square, to which he smacks with all his might. the sheer speed of the ball gave you no time to duck, smacking you straight in the face.

your hands fly over your nose, eyes already watering from pain. melissa can hear the muffled string of swears under your hands and immediately jumps into action, although shaking a bit with need to help you. she ushers the kids back inside the lunchroom to get them to their teachers. she runs to janine and asks her to watch her kids, and teacher lee to watch yours, while she takes you to the nurse.

“nurse alayna isn’t here today, but her office has the same key as the conference rooms. just leave her a note if you take anything other than tissues,” lee says as they wave your students over to their group.

melissa settles on guiding to the office with a hand on your lower back, quietly telling you she’ll help you and that you’re okay. she sees more tears form in your eyes when your pull your hands back, blood covering your palms. her hold on your waist tightens with reassurance, your tears making her protectiveness over you grow. when you get into the office, she holds tissues to your nose as you wash your shaking hands.

you cringe when you sit on the paper covering the bench, the sound of it making the pain in your head worse somehow. melissa noticed and watched as you stood up to rip away the paper violently, muttering asshole under your breath. even when you were in pain and crying, you were still you.

she replaced your hold on the tissues as she carefully wiped away rogue tears and blood with a tissue, apologizing when you winced. “okay hon, i’m gonna have to look at it for real now,” she speaks softly, as if you’re a scared animal.

you shake your head and ramble, “no, no, i can do it. you don’t have to look at it, it’s probably disgusting.”

she drops the tissue to hold your hand, “i’ve seen worse, i was married to a man,” this makes you chuckle, then wince from the laugh. “i want to help. i’ll be careful, i promise,” she holds her pinky out to you. she feels your smile under her hand more than she can really see it, but her heart rate quickens when your pinky wraps around hers as tight as possible.

“what’s the damage, dr. schemmenti?”

pulling back the tissues, melissa can see that your nose and the area around it was swelling a little. she used a featherlight touch to graze her finger up the bridge of your nose, checking to see if it had been broken. a hiss of pain from you has her hand retracting, apology hot on her tongue.

“sorry, sorry. i’m a wuss with pain and blood and all that,” your hands have a vice grip on your knees as you rush your words.

melissa’s thumb caresses your wrist, “don’t apologize, it hurts like a bitch. i just need to lightly pinch the bridge to feel if it’s broken, okay?” you grimace at the question but nod. “just squeeze my hand if it hurts, don’t worry about hurting me,” she reassured you, holding your hand, interlocking your fingers.

only about three second later, with an almost broken hand, melissa concludes your nose is not broken. she gently cleans off the blood from your skin, so gentle you can barely feel the touch except for the fabric of the towel. your hand stays in melissa’s, the looser grip allows her to feel the anxious vibrations still running through you.

she decides she has to make you feel better, “once we get you all patched up, how about we raid the lollipops? i know she’s got some around here, she saves me the bubble gum ones.”

you laugh a bit, careful not to disrupt the last of her work, “bubble gum? what’s wrong with you?”

“they’re horrible and i love them, okay? what do you even like? strawberry or something else boring?”

“root beer. obviously.”

“you don’t even like root beer, you’re a diet coke purist. you told me root beer tasted like minty iced coffee,” melissa says as she throws out the tissues and disposable towel, making a note of them and the future candies.

your free hand rises, “listen the lolly version is better than the soda. and there’s no diet coke lollipop, now is there?”

melissa relishes in your laugh for a moment, “you got me there.”

you’re able to run out to your car to grab a sweatshirt to replace your stained shirt, melissa standing guard as you changed in the backseat. she held back a cackle at seeing a delicately embroidered cursive, reading bon fromage, with a small stitched image of a wheel of cheese on a boat beneath it. you try to hold back your own laugh as you say, “don’t even start, it’s all i had in the car.”

“no, it’s cute. it’s ridiculous, but very cute,” she responds with a stifled laugh.

“if you’re done laughing, i’ll take that lollipop now,” your say, holding your hand out.

melissa drops your root beer lollipop in your palm, but you quickly switch them. her eyes never leave you as you unwrap the candy and place it in your mouth. her heart rate picks up and her skin warms, she blinks rapidly to erase the totally platonic thoughts she was having.

intent eyes watch as your tongue moves the candy to the side of your mouth to speak, “okay, maybe it’s not so bad. but root beer is still better.”

“i told ya,” she mumbles as she unwraps her own lollipop and tries it, “dammit. you were right.” you laugh and give yourself a little round of applause at her response.

you clear your throat, suddenly nervous, “thank you. you didn’t have to, even if you say it’s fine. just, thank you anyways. i really do appreciate it, melissa.”

she wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you back into the building as she thinks about how to respond, “and i’d do it again in a heartbeat if i had to.”

the rest of the day has melissa has this nagging need to check on you, even with only two and a half hours left in the day. she had to wrangle with herself to not rush to ask how are you or peek through the window and see for herself. the deep-seated feeling to protect you only quadrupled in size after seeing you in pain, feeling you grip her hand for support. taking care of you had felt second nature to the redhead.

when the kids cleared out, she quickly grabbed her things and walked to your classroom. she lingered in the doorway as she watched you pack away your planner and a couple folders for grading away into your bag. she knocked lightly on the doorframe to announce herself before she was caught staring, only to be met with soft eyes and a smile, a hand motioning her closer. as if she’d ever stray far from you again.

on the nose. get it :D i’m sorry.

feedback appreciated, love y’all big time

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #lisa ann walter #abbott elementary

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starliights-shining · 1 year

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Bayverse drift, crosshairs, and Sideswipe

W cybertonian crush who calls them nicknames in other languages that they don't know? Like, Mein liebe (my love) , Mahal ko (my love, again), hermoso (Handsome), Liebling (Darling), beaue (Lovely)... Just any sweet nicknames in a language he doesn't know shit about??

Reader just loves telling the mech their feelings straight up, and the darling doesn't even know

What would his reaction be when he's informed of the translations?

Hellloooo, sorry for the wait! I hope this is what you were looking for and expecting. Request are still open if you like what your read or have a request. Enjoy :)

Pairings: Bayverse Drift x Reader, Crosshairs x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

Warnings: Poorly translated languages(sorry in advance),

Drift - Mein Liebe(My Love) and Liebling(Darling)

You spent most of your time on Earth in the German countryside, considering you arrived right after WWII. So in time you learned the language, and with the many different drivers you’ve had, you’ve experienced and heard many different things, but the sweet nicknames your long term German driver gave to their lovers just so happened to stick with you.

“Mein Liebe!”

After jumping out of the driver side door and into their lovers arms, the image was sweetly sickening, but how you longed for your turn.

You remember when you received the message from Optimus about other autobots being out there. You were with the same driver, and boy had it been a long time. The children were crying in the back as your radio transmitted the message.

“Warum ist Ihr Radio durcheinander? Dieses Stück Schrottauto!!”

Their hand coming to smack down on your dashboard, what the fuck. In that moment you transformed, throwing the two adults out and holding the small children. Your feet stuck to the concrete of the highway, and their words hit hard, you were no piece of junk. You sat the children down, giving them a hard look before transforming and leaving.

You may no longer be in Germany anymore, but you still spoke like it. A thick accent when speaking and along with the occasional German words, but with the group Prime had configured, everyone was different. Especially this one bot, Drift. He also had somewhat of an accent, and was all about tranquility and whatnot, kinda the opposite of you. You remember the first time you called him Liebling.

He and Hound were getting into it, something about a flower in the wind, loyalty and fear, some haiku. When Hound threatened to drop a grenade down his throat over it, Drift pulled his swords and started on about threats when your servos grabbed at his shoulder plating, pulling him towards you.

“Liebling, cool it yah! He can’t comprehend such great poems.”

Optimus then started on about something. Drift dropped all arguments and just looked towards you, a smile coming from you and you both just looked back to Optimus.

The second time just happened was when you were both battling in london. He was in the blast radius of a con attack, being thrown back and you witnessed it. Running over to help him, your processor not being able to pick between german and english curse words before you made it in earshot of him.

“Mein Liebe! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?”

Your servos move him around as he groans. He was too dazed to fully recognize what was going on, He had only picked up on Meine Liebe, that was new. A foot soldier that had been with you since the battle laughed a little. Your optics moved to look at him, a concerned look.

“‘My love’, what are you two in a relationship?”

This must have been what shook Drift from his daze. My love, you have been calling him My love, he felt honored.

“Well, It was easier to say when he didn’t know what it meant, soldier”

Your optics moved back to look at Drift. He was smiling at you, his body seemed to relax.

“I'm honored to know you call me that, My love.”

Now it was your turn to smile at him, He finally knew your feelings.

Crosshairs - Mahal ko(My Love)

Crosshairs was no shy bot, so when you showed up. He felt the urge to question you, make sure you weren't a ‘backstabbing con’. Which with the circumstance of your arrival it made sense. You had taken your time with showing up, but once he saw you transform, and the nice placement of the autobot symbol on your chassis, he knew you were somewhat okay. He found you interesting, the way you didn’t speak like the rest, the way you were just something else, it was kinda fascinating to him. You were fascinating to him, and that nickname you gave him, it sounded special, far too special for him. He didn’t do research, opting to just let you tell him when you're ready, and boy did it happen.

Minding your business, he makes some sort of gun, when it all blows up in his face. With an upset noise he turns around. Waving his servos around like it was nothing.

“It's okay Mahal ko, you’ll get it next time.”

The words of encouragement just weren't enough to get him to go at it again, instead his optics landed on you and in an instance, he had some questions.

“What does that even mean? You say it often, but not to anyone else. You calling me a name or something, cause if so i’ll,”

He cut himself off, you were simply just smiling at him and he was threatening you. You optics closed, you trusted him far too much.

“You are just something else,”

Your voice was so sweet, never weavering, never sounded bitter, he simply couldn’t get enough.

“If you wanna know so badly, It means my love.”

“My love, do you have some feelings for me or something?”

You smiled, he was so clueless. He stared at you, optics steady scanning your face for lies, but there were none.

“Nah, I don't believe you. What is this for you?”

“You're always asking what's in it for you.”

“Because there’s gotta be something, ain't no way you aint getting something outta this.”

“Nothing in this but you, your feelings.”

He stops, he always says let's use words but this time he was out of them. Your feelings really took the words outta him.

Sideswipe - Hermoso (Handsome)

With the rise in autobots showing up after Primes message, bots from all around the world and universe were showing up. One of the bots from around the world was you, coming from South America. You’d traveled around the world, but there was something about Spanish that just sat right with you. It felt so normal, so when you developed feelings for the bot you were constantly paired up with, you just got used to calling him handsome. It just wasn’t in english.

You two were cornered in a run down building, it was a two on four moment. You two were bumped back to back. You loaded your fusion cannon before speaking.

“How are we doing this, Hermoso?”

Your optics narrowed as you tried to pinpoint where they'd come from. Your servo lifting up your cannon. He laughed at your question, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“However, we must.”

He leaned his helm into the back of yours, almost to reassure you that the two of you will survive this.

“Hey, I’ve got a question, just in case something happens.”

You thought he’d ask how you wanted your sent off to be, and that's what filled your head before his question. You wanted him to be the one, the one to carry you, the one to remove your autobot symbol, the one to give your last words. You were taken out of your thoughts when he started talking, a light hearted tone.

“What’s Hermoso mean and why do you only call me that?”

You felt him lift up his swords and turn his helm to look over his shoulder plating. You laughed, just like you would if he told you a funny joke about brother.

“It means Handsome, and why only you, because you’re handsome, Harmoso.”

You turned around to face him, a smile on your face as he turned around on his skates to look at you.

“You clever bot.”

A smile appearing on his face as well, you simply nodded and closed your optics.

“I like it, now I’ve gotta have one for you.”

“Aww no need for that.”

You started moving back, the silence from no cons was starting to get worrying.

“Of course there is, you gave me a cute nickname, I gotta give you one back.”

“I'm sorry, are you reciprocating my feelings right now?”

He shrugged at you, before skating off. He was reciprocating your feelings.

Hound - Beaue(Lovely)

Hound had his shotgun pointed at Crosshairs helm, all the autobots were on the ship, and Crosshairs was kinda bullying the humans.

“Come on, let's use words.”

You reached around and placed your servo on the gun, pushing it down while whispering something to Hound.

“Beaue, let's calm down now.”

The group disperse, you and Hound, and the rest in pairs. You don't remember what you were looking for, but you just remember Hound clearing his throat.

“Huh, What’d you say?”

You tear your optics from whatever you're looking at to him.

“I said, what does that name you keep saying mean? Is it someone you're looking for.”

You laughed, placing your servos on your hips as you looked around.

“I'm not laughing, I wanna know. If I can help or not.”

“It’s not someone I'm looking for. It just means lovely. It's what I call the people I like.”

You got closer to him, you thought about touching him, placing your servo on his shoulder or arm, but with such high tensions from surroundings you decided against it. So you decided you’d explain what like meant in this scenario.

“Like, love, hints why its ‘my love’”

“You like me? Hard to believe, when there's a war going on.”

He turned around and continued to walk.

“Well war doesn’t stop love Hound.”

You laughed, and continued to follow him. You could further explain when you guys weren’t on some enemy ship.

#transformers #bayverse #transformers bayverse #drift x reader #crosshairs x reader #sideswipe x reader #hound x reader #tf drift #tf sideswipe #tf crosshairs #tf hound #transformers x reader #tf bayverse #tf x reader #stars writings

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mxlktxa · 1 year

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late night kisses

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pairing; ellie williams x f!reader

summary; late nights were always tough on ellie. never really getting to sleep, sitting on the porch to smoke in order to keep her nerves calmed. thankfully shes got someone to help her back to bed.

warning; 18+/suggestive content, language, drug use

a/n; was telling my sister how my abby fic surpassed joel and the first words out of my mouth were “so abby beat joel”… im gonna cRY THAT WAS EMBARRASSING also i was gonna do a ghostface fic but the content would be kinda iffy to some and my sister said that i needed to be in an institution because of what i was gonna write… anyways heres ellie ☺️🤎

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“Ellie?” I opened the front door, finding the woman I had been looking for sat on the porch steps, doing her usual routine which consisted of smoking a little bit of weed and shoving some pepperoni slices into her mouth.

I kneeled behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach. Her hands met mine, a strong whiff of weed coming off of her but I could obviously care less. My lips landed on the nape of her neck, hands lightly rubbing her waist as she hummed a little bit to greet me.

“Hi, baby,” I whispered between kisses, “Why didn’t you wake me up? We could’ve talked instead of you being stuck by yourself.”

“You looked like an angel. Even if you had a little bit of drool on the side of your mouth,” she chuckled as she responded to my question, handing me some of her snack. I reached for the treat, only to have Ellie pull away last second and insert half of it in her mouth.

“You’re so cheesy,” inching closer, I bit down on the half that was left out, kissing her afterwards, “Come to bed, Ellie. It’s cold out here and I miss you.”

“Miss me? I’m just outside,” Ellie put out the joint, cleaning up the area before helping me up from the ground.

“Yeah. Without me.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll leave a cutout of me in bed next time so you won’t feel so lonely,” Ellie rushed in the house as she laughed, before I could playfully punch her shoulder and call her an ass hat.

I followed her as she returned her snack to the fridge then snatched a water bottle, heading upstairs with my hand in hers. Once we reached our shared bedroom, I straddled Ellie as she sat on her side of the bed.

“Fuck. You’ve been wanting this ever since you found me, huh?” Ellie’s hands landed on my hips, lips resting on my hips and I gave a feeble ‘mm-hm’ as a response, “You’re so beautiful, princess,” her words went from one ear and right out the other as a hand reached below my waist to lightly rub on me through my panties, receiving a soft, shaky whimper from me.

I tried to keep eye contact with Ellie, but as per usual she overpowered me and I looked away, her hand coming up from my hip to force me to look at her. She chuckled at how hard I tried to look away, her lower hand now tugging the fabric aside and pulling me close to whisper in my ear.

“Lay down, gorgeous.”

Of course, I followed instructions, lying on my side of the bed while Ellie did everything to make sure to not break contact, to move in sync with me as I kept my eyes locked on hers. She hated to break contact during such an intimate moment like this. As if she was gonna be sent straight to hell if she even slightly broke the connection.

Soon, I had Ellie kissing, biting and licking all over my thighs, taking her time to reach my heat. She was just two seconds from her desired destination, peeking at me through her lashes, smirking before she wrapped her lips around my clit, arms snaking around my thighs to hold me close, minimize my struggles to wiggle away.

“Fuck. Ellie, yes,” sheepish, whines left my throat, more words trying to form but the only thing jumping off my lips was her name in such an embarrassing amount. There was humming emitting from her voice box, adding a bit of pleasure to the experience.

One of my hands reached for her arms that stayed glued to my thighs, the other raking through her hair to push her closer to me, earning a chuckle from her.

Ellie’s tongue was just having its own field day inside of me, attempting to rip some rowdy moans from me. In her near success, I reached for a pillow, drowning out the wails I had given her.

“Please, baby, I’m so fucking close. Don’t stop, Ellie, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged after I threw the pillow aside, now using both hands to keep her from pulling away.

Back arched and breath now shaky, I could feel an airtight knot producing in my abdomen, struggling to keep its strength. Ellie may have caught on as she went back to abusing my sensitive nub, her grip so much more sturdy than earlier.

I was nearly tearful at how overwhelmed I felt, finally feeling the knot snap and my orgasm washing over me so suddenly. That didn’t stop Ellie for about two minutes, trying to milk out every bit of my high, hands brushing over my stomach.

After slightly overstimulating me, she hovered over me, placing kisses all over my face before meeting her lips to mine, my own taste seeping to my tongue.

“You okay? You need a snack or a drink or something?” Ellie muttered, caressing my face softly. I could only shake my head, immediately feeling sleepy to her touch, “At least take a tiny sip of water for me. Please?”

“Baby-.”

“Just a quick one,” she begged, handing me the water bottle she had gotten earlier. I giggled, opening my mouth as she opened and poured the cold refreshment into my mouth, “Atta girl. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, please stay in bed. Or at least wake me up to talk.”

“I can’t promise that. But I’ll definitely think of doing so,” with that, Ellie wrapped us up in the blankets, holding me close and kissing my forehead as a goodnight.

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catsandgoodbooks · 4 months

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burn the scorecards, balance out the scales

c!rivals | 2.3k | hurt/comfort

Hi @drmslastmorning, I'm your secret santa, and here's your @dreblrsecretsanta gift! One of your prompts was c!rivals fluff, so I took that and ran with it (and also made it angsty, because of course) I hope you like it!

Dream was quiet. Technoblade had expected that much, of course; he had been stuck in prison for, what, ten months at this point? And with next to no social interaction too. It made sense he might be a bit more withdrawn. But when Techno had visited (scratch that, was locked inside), it only took a bit of prodding to get him talking and emoting and everything, and, while they were first breaking out, Dream didn’t seem able to stop talking! Shocking, Technoblade knew, but he guessed freedom, hope, and the first breath of fresh air in almost a year could do that to someone.

But, once they were out and away from the prison, it changed. Dream was silent after that, constantly alternating between glancing anxiously behind them and staring apprehensively at Technoblade’s back. Techno could literally feel the eyes on him, boring a hole into his spine.

But that wasn’t the surprising part, or, at least, it wasn’t the worrying part. No, no, that was Dream’s stillness, his unsteadiness, the way he jumped any time Technoblade said his name and the way he flinched whenever Techno made a sudden motion or got closer to him. That was concerning, and what was even more so was his injuries. The second that Dream got his hands on armor, of course, he immediately tried to hide those wounds, and, admittedly, he didn’t do a half-bad job at it, but Techno had already seen them. And even if he hadn’t, he had been stuck in the prison with Dream for months, and that had already shown him what he needed to know. He’d seen some of what the man was going through and was able to infer the rest. None of it was good.

But that was even more of a reason that Techno had to take care of those injuries. They weren’t just going to heal by themselves, not when they were so many and so deep. But, before he could even start on that, he had to get Dream to agree to it first. Yay, Techno just loves confrontation oh so very much.

Technoblade forced himself to look over at Dream, who was sitting rigidly in front of the fire. The man hadn’t moved since they had reached the cabin. Techno was half surprised that Dream had even come home with him in the first place, just going off how uncomfortable he looked. Well, it was a good thing he had, because otherwise Techno probably wouldn’t be able to find him for a long, long time – Techno could admit that much. And, if that happened, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help Dream.

“Dream?” Techno tried. The man in question stiffened at the sound of his name, but he glanced over at the piglin for a moment, and that was enough for Techno to count it as a success. “You okay? Not hurtin’ or anythin’?”

“I’m fine, Techno.” Dream huffed and turned back towards the fire. He stared at the flames like they were the most important thing in the world, as if they held the secrets to life itself. Maybe they did, with all the weird magic in the world, but that didn’t mean Dream was going to get out of this conversation.

“You’re literally bleeding right now, Dream. I can see the blood,” Technoblade observed.

“It’s–that’s old. And it doesn’t hurt, not really,” Deam reassured him quickly. “It–I just kinda, uh, reopened some new injuries with all the–yeah. It’s not anything to worry about.”

“Really? Like, sorry for doubting you, but I literally am right now.”

“Look, it’s fine, Techno,” Dream repeated, irritation creeping into his voice. “It’s–it’s not your problem, okay?”

“We were roomies for three months, Dream, and I’m pretty sure we’re going to go straight back to that ‘cause you don’t have a house. Your problems are my problems, especially if your problems are gonna end up staining my rug.”

Dream sighed. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine.” Dream pushed himself up, wincing as he pushed himself off the ground, and turned to face Techno, the flames crackling behind him. “Yeah, I’m hurt. What are you gonna do about it?” he asked scornfully.

“Just heal them up.” Techno patted the spot on the couch next to him. Dream reluctantly obeyed the motion, going to sit next to him with tension keeping his head up high and back straight. He looked skittish, like he was about to run at any moment. “Can I see?”

“Fine.” Techno could see the face on Dream’s face and could tell how wary his agreement was. Prime, this was going to be difficult.

“Okay then. If there’s something you don’t me doin’, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” Dream nodded again, and Techno busied himself with pulling bandages and a few healing potions out of his bag. He had plenty, but, knowing what Dream had gone through and being able to guess it probably wasn’t the best option right now, he wanted to stay away from them if possible.

“So, um…” Dream cautiously offered Techno his arm, which he took with equal care. It was covered in blood, which was to be expected, really, even if it did make Techno question how Dream was still sitting up and not passed out from blood loss already, especially because he knew that this wasn’t anything close to Dream’s only injury, but, once Techno wiped that away (and got Chat to stop yelling at him, yes he knew it was blood and Dream was injured, no he wasn’t going to fight Dream) and took a good look at the arm, he realized there was a bigger issue.

“Dream, that’s a fracture.” Techno could see a shard of bone, pearly white, poking out of the skin of Dream’s arm.

“That’s–that’s bad, right?”

“Yeah, that’s bad. You’re gonna need a sling or somethin’,” Techno responded. He cast his eyes around the room, trying to find some fabric he could use. A blanket was carefully folded on top of one of the chairs. That could work, he guessed. “Just stay here for a moment. Uh–keep your arm close to your chest, I guess.”

“You don’t do this often, do you?” Dream snarked as Technoblade got up and grabbed the blanket. It was just made of cotton, so not too heavy. Not too large either, so he just folded it in half instead of cutting it.

“Phil’s usually the one doing this, you know,” Techno answered as he hurried back to the couch. “He’s way better at this than I am, trust me. We should still wrap your arm first, though.”

“Okay.” Dream only flinched a little when Techno took his arm and began to wrap the injury in the bandages he grabbed earlier. He didn’t want to risk anything shifting or the wound getting infected or something. That would be bad, Chat, and Dream was already having hard enough of a time as it was. No, Chat, please shut up and stop spamming Technosoft, he was just trying to be nice here, there wasn’t anything wrong with that.

For his part, Dream sat still as a statue for all of it, which made life a lot easier for Techno, so that was great. Technoblade guessed he was used to this, which…wasn’t as great, but still. It made things a little easier, and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

Soon enough, Techno had finished with the gauze, and that meant he had to figure out the sling part of this. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered as he grabbed the blanket from besides him, carefully folding it into a triangle. Dream just watched him, wide eyes following each movement.

“Prime, this is gonna be complicated,” Techno vocalized, more to himself than to Dream. Now that Technoblade was actually facing Dream, the other man refused to meet his eyes.

“Dream?” Dream’s face snapped up at the sound of his name. “Is it okay if I stand up and sit behind you? There’s space, and it’ll be easier that way. And I’ll probably have to touch your neck or somethin’ to get this done.”

“That’s fine,” Dream agreed quietly, under his breath. “Just…thanks for letting me know, I guess.”

“Of course. It’s literally the bare minimum, and I think it doesn’t take much to reach that much. Some people,” Techno rolled his eyes, “seem to disagree with me ‘bout that, but who cares about them, really?”

Dream laughed quietly at that. It wasn’t the distinctive tea kettle wheezing Techno remembered, but it was still something. “Yeah.” As his laughter died off, his voice replaced it, soft and urgent. “Are–weren’t you gonna do it already?” Techno knew Dream well enough to know what he was really saying – I want to get this over with. “Like, I don’t think this was part of the plan.”

“Nah, it wasn’t.” Techno shrugged. “We kinda went off script there a bit, but it’s fine, we can just do it now. Just keep your arm close to your chest and find a good place for it, ‘cause it’s probably gonna be stuck there for a while.”

Dream nodded and hugged his arm to his chest, eyes warily watching Technoblade’s every movement. Techno stood up, blanket in hand, and set himself down behind Dream, trying to keep his hands visible the whole time. Once that was done, Techno cautiously reached over Dream’s shoulder to wrap one end of the blanket under his arm – admittedly, with a lot of help from the teletubby; it was hard to do something like that when you could barely see what you were doing – and brought the end to Dream's neck. Pining that in place with one hand, Techno reached for the other end of the cloth, careful not to jostle Dream, and drew it up to join its twin. He tied the two ends together and let go.

“That feel okay?” Techno asked.

Dream carefully shifted his body to face Techno. “Yeah. Just–not bad, but, uh, weird. Like it’s floating, kinda.”

“That means it’s working right, I think. But, hey, what do I know? I already told you that I’m not usually the one doing this.” Techno sighed, shaking his head. “We’ll probably look this over when Phil gets back, but that’s for later, anyways. I think that’s enough for now. We’ll see how you’re doing in the morning and try to take it one thing at a time.”

Dream nodded. “Sure.” He still sounded reserved, cautious.

“See, that wasn’t too hard, right?” Techno asked, mostly rhetorically.

“I guess.” Dream half-shrugged. “It’s just–I don’t like feeling like a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, Dream.”

“But I am! I literally am! What–what could I give you? What use could I have? What could I do for you? Like–I know why you broke me out, it was because of the favor, but why are you doing this? I don’t have anything to offer you anymore!” Dream shouted before flinching back at the sound of his voice.

Dream’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Not–not anymore. And you don’t have to do this. I’m not forcing you to do this, and this wasn’t part of the deal, and we’re not friends or something, so why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? If–if they know that you’re helping me, hid–hiding me, they’ll–”

“What will they do? Try to execute me again? I mean, we all know how that went last time,” Techno joked. He lowered his voice. “Dream. Dream, look at me. The server would have probably come after me even if I just left you out in the cold, Dream. They wouldn’t care. I broke you out, and that’s enough involvement for Quackity and his ilk to try and get me. It doesn’t matter if I help you or not, not to them. This isn’t going to put me in any more danger than I’m already in.”

“But I’m the reason you’re in danger in the first place! If you hadn’t broken me out–” Dream’s voice broke. “If–if you hadn’t come back–”

“That was never not an option. I made a promise, and I don’t break promises. That’s just not something I do, Dream.”

“Yeah, and you already fulfilled your promise!” Dream’s voice rose, angry and desperate, before falling again. He glanced away from Techno. “You don’t have to pretend that we’re friends, you know,” he mumbled, eyes downturned. “Q–Quackity’s not here.”

“You thought I was just doing that for Quackity?” Techno asked, taken aback. It was slightly true, yes, he knew, Chat, but they were still friends. He just didn’t know Dream saw it that way. Actually, that explained a lot of things, now that he thought about it. “Dream, I literally beta-read your Wattpad fanfiction.” (“I don’t write fanfiction, stop it,” Dream muttered) “Quackity didn’t know about that, did he?”

Technoblade sighed when he saw the look on Dream’s face. “Look. We were stuck together for three months in an enclosed space, and we didn’t kill each other. I think that makes us friends, y’know?” He guided Dream’s face up so he could see Techno’s eyes. The other man didn’t try to fight him, instead lying limb in his grip. “It wasn’t just pretending, Dream. Not for me.”

“I wanted to believe it,” Dream admitted quietly, sounding like he was choking over every word. “That it wasn’t just an act.”

“Well, it’s a good thing it wasn’t, then,” Techno responded. “You’re never gettin’ rid of me, bestie.”

Dream finally smiled at that. “Oh no, how will I ever survive,” he answered, rolling his eyes.

“Well, we’ll just have to figure that out, right?” Technoblade joked. “My views have gone up way too much just from being around you for me to let you leave right now.”

“I can still ruin your monetization, though,” Dream realized, eyes lighting up at the discovery. “You can’t make any money that way, can you?”

“You wouldn’t–”

“Yes, I fucking would–”

“I try to do one nice thing and this is what happens–”

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hanjisungslag · 2 years

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attack on titan headcanons #4

## - confessing to you

genre - fluff

pairings - aot x reader

word count - 2k

warnings - none!

notes - feel like i’ve been dead lately, am alive! now enjoy my hcs, thanks

- EREN JAEGER

he doesn’t really know whether he should confess.. he feels selfish because of the situation you guys are living in, it’s already awful losing your friends or even strangers, but losing a lover is an indescribable pain. after he finds out he accidentally hurt you while going rouge in his titan form, he immediately starts apologising and in the middle, accidentally confessed.

“i’m so sorry. no, you don’t understand! i would never want to hurt you! it’s not okay!! how could i ever hurt the person i love?! even if i didn’t know what i was doing, i’m still so sorr-”

“boy what. you love me?”

“… did i really just say that.”

- MIKASA ACKERMAN

you guys are out on the battle field, coordinating perfectly in your moves. but, as mikasa is admiring your beauty - she accidentally messes up, but thankfully you’re right there next to her, saving her in a blink of an eye. she gets very caught up in the moment (her words) and confesses.

“thank you, y/n. thank you so much, not just for saving me, for everything. i-i… i appreciate you so much..”

“mikasa-”

she proceeds to hug you and you both just take in each other scents, in peace (as much as you can be in peace on a battle field) but even without the words ‘i love you’ you know she just confessed :).

- ARMIN ARLERT

ugh he’s so cute :(( he wants to have a sweet confession not, a big and extravagant one - that’s not your guys’ style. he makes one of those books with dead flowers stuck in it (your favourite flowers) and at the end of the book where it’s a blank page, he wrote ‘i love you <3’

he gave it to you with a lot of encouragement from the boys, lots of back pats and ‘go on!!’ ‘you got this!’ and LET ME TELL YOU. it was the cutest confession ever. you opened it and thought it was just a sweet gift but when you saw the last page, you nearly cried. you engulfed armin in a hug and he was quick to hug you back, then you said ‘i love too, armin.’ HE TEARED UP. it was so wholesome. (btw you definitely heard shouts and claps from the boys around the corner)

- JEAN KIRSTEIN

THIS MAN WAS PREPPING. for like two weeks honestly, but he kinda just blurted in out in the end. mans was really around all the shops in town, picking your favourite flowers, sparkling jewellery and painting landscape to put on your wall but, ended up confessing in the middle of a conversation. like what.

“and then a titan was SO close to me, it was so scary! i-”

“NO!! YOU CANT DIE YET, I NEED TO MARRY YOU FIRST”

“. . . jean, i love you too but, it was just a dream.”

(he still gave you the gifts btw)

- SASHA BRAUS

poor girl, she literally had no idea what to do. she went to connie immediately for advice (as if he knows how to confess..), she got some pretty shitty advice from him and when he noticed her confused face caused by his bad advice, he called for backup aka jean who also gave some shitty advice 😭. she gave up with the boys and moved onto mikasa.. bless her heart, she’s way too awkward to even fathom a way to confess. now, sasha felt a bit hopeless. until she decided to ask historia and ymir.

ymir’s advice was quite literally “just tell her, straight up.” then that’s when historia jumped in. “ymir! think more romantic! sasha, i would say take her to the flower field in the south and confess there :).”

and she did exactly that! you guys strolled in those flower fields for ages, eventually settling down for some food and you made sure to bring your own since you thought sasha wouldn’t be keen to share, but today was different… she was offering all the food she had! you accept (some of it) gratefully but that didn’t fog your confusion. soon enough, the sun started to set and sasha whipped out a letter that historia wrote on her behalf (to help her out lol). she read the first few sentences but eventually gave up and said,

“aw, as nice as that all is, i just wanna say it. y/n, i like you! i’d like for you to be my s/o… please?”

she blushed profusely and all that you could say was..

“of course, sasha! i like you too!”

you guys fell into a hug and then accidentally fell down a little hill, but still hugging nonetheless.

- CONNIE SPRINGER

this boy oh ma gawd man 😭

i just know him and reiner have this ‘fuck boy’ energy, mostly reiner since he is canonically the most attractive guy. he asked reiner for advice because he can ‘pull women’ (he tried to pull a lesbian.) but anyways, reiner told him to act really cool and unbothered, not a mean kind of unbothered but more of a ‘yeah i know i’m cool, but don’t show it’ unbothered. with this advice, connie strolled up to you in the canteen really suave-like.

“hey y/n, i like you okay? and if you don’t like me, BAH that sucks for you, your loss.”

and looks away to seem ‘unbothered’ but honestly, he’s about to cry. you giggle at him because you know hes just being a weirdo about it since he doesn’t really know how to confess.

“damn, my loss. if only i loved connie springer!”

he bent down and whispered in your ear,

“wait, are you serious? i genuinely thought you liked me..”

loses his cool IMMEDIATELY. you laugh again,

“hahaha, im just joking stupid. of course i like you!”

he lets out a huge sigh of relief “oh my fuck, thank god.”

- REINER BRAUN

he’s so infatuated with you and genuinely thinks you deserve the world, so expect a meaningful confession.

now although with connie he said to, ‘act suave’ he knew you weren’t gonna take a confession as shit as that 💀.

he took you to your guys’ spot, as usual. now, you thought nothing of it because you guys always go there but reiner on the other hand, had this confession in mind. you guys sat and chit chatted about your days as normal but suddenly, reiner went silent… you absolutely shat yourself. like ‘what did i say?’ ‘did i do something wrong?’ and reiner very quickly realised how worried you looked - he switched up very fast and got quite nervous bless him 😭. it was really cute watching this massive, kinda brute dude getting all nervous.

“okay woah, you look worried! i’m sorry y/n, haha.. i’m getting nervous”

“reiner, i don’t wanna assume anything but i think i know what’s happening..”

“haha, what’s happening then y/n?”

“A PROPOSAL?”

“WHAT- Y/N?”

your guys’ boisterous laughs filled the evening sky.

- BERTHOLDT HOOVER

such a sweetheart :(

he did try to get advice off reiner obviously, but reiners way of confessing just wasn’t his style. at first, he said he’d try it but before he could even walk up to you, it didn’t feel right. he went back to reiner and said he just couldn’t, so reiner told him he should try his own way! reiner and the whole training corps was so supportive bless.

since you guys baked all the time, he decided to make your favourite kind of cake! (it was quite a small cake, one that you guys could share)

he, very nervously, strolled up to you - cake in hand and burst out

“y/nireallylikeyouandimadeyouacakeihopeyoulikeit”

and you just needed a moment to process all of that, and you were like ‘😀’

but the cake was SO CUTE. it had a lil’ heart in the middle and you literally melted. it was so stinkin cute!!!

“thank you, bert! this is so sweet and so cute, just like you ;).”

and the man felt like he was going to burst.

“stop standing there like a goof! sit down and eat this cake with me!”

- ANNIE LEONHART

everyone especially annie’s friends, were SICK of her loving glares (yes, loving glares👁👁) towards you and her doing absolutely nothing about it.

and oh my lord. one day, mina lost her mind. she asked annie when she was going to confess and annie had the AUDACITY to lie and say, ‘what? i don’t like them.’ mina was flabbergasted to say the least, and had an absolute ’nough.

mina walked up to you with determination, pulled you aside and straight up told you “listen, annie really likes you. but her thick skull is getting in the way of ever confessing to you.” you were so taken aback! like what.. annie. the annie leonhart liked you? taken aback but thrilled of course.

knowing this, you had balls of fury and while you were hanging out with annie you decided to talk about it.

“hey annie, i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable butttt mina said you liked me and i know you’re not for all this lovey dovey shit but, i do like you too.” you said with the sweetest smile :(

annie got so sappy and even gave you a cheeky grin back, her eyes even started to sparkle. she didn’t say anything back and moved on pretty fast, but you just KNOW that she’s super happy.

- LEVI ACKERMAN

hange spilled the beans. you guys were hanging out with hange one day, they were rambling and you were happily rambling along with them but, something they said caught you off guard.

‘awww, isn’t it so cute how head over heels levi is for you!’

and you quite literally stopped in your tracks and hange was just so flabbergasted that you hadn’t picked up on it??

‘wait what? head over heels for me??’

‘cmon y/n! you’re smarter than this!! of course he is! wow, i cant believe this. HA, oh well!’ they hurried you along and started skipping down the corridors.

after this conversation, you headed to levi’s office with your usual cups of tea. you were sitting in comfortable silence until you broke it.

“levi..”

“tch, what now?”

“hange told me you were.. head over heels for me?”

“what.”

“hey listen! i didn’t say anything! it’s just what i got told!”

“listen, y/n. i won’t lie to you, you are my closest companion. but, i refused to tell you purely because..”

“because..?”

“it’s a lot.”

“i understand. but levi, you do know that you’re my closest companion right?”

“hm. yeah.” he chuckled at your response. he thought you were such a cutie in that moment :).

“so… date soon?” you winked. and he grimaced. (you went on a date that weekend)

- ERWIN SMITH

erwin is a classic guy. he knew he liked you and he wasn’t going to ignore it. he asked you out to a dinner date as per usual but it was very different this time compared to others. he seemed more distant? like his mind was somewhere else. he kept looking out the window, obviously pondering.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

“oh, what? yes? what is it?”

“i’ve realised recently that i like you. i enjoy every second with you, i enjoy your company thoroughly and i was hoping i could keep your company but as my partner?”

“oh my god.. erwin! yes, oh my god.” you were so happy and shocked! it was such a simple but yet, sweet confession and now with sweet confession your sweet dessert came out.

- HANGE ZOË

literally wanted to shout to the world that they love you and want to be with you, forever!

hange decided to led you on a treasure hunt. yes, a treasure hunt. they wanted something different and extravagant for the confession. they sent you allll around the place, the training area, the stables, the offices, the dorms, the canteen, all of it - while leaving little notes that had hints of where you needed to go next. you ended up bang in the middle of the place and there they were, in all of their glory! they had your favourite bouquet of flowers, GOT ON ONE KNEE? LIKE THEY WERE GOING TO PROPOSE? you lowkey shit yourself.

but they got down on one knee, bouquet in hand and went on to say,

“y/n. i’ve come to realise i like you and i like you A LOT. i love how you’re so passionate about titans, science, nature, everyone and everything around you. i want you to explore your curiosity and i was hoping i could be by your side too.”

you were SO touched. of course, you got down next to them and gladly accepted. you have them the biggest hug ever!!

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All Grown Up [ch. 10]

roos says ! GUYS ITS HAPPENING. everyone STAY CALM. I love this chapter so much, even if it gets a bit summary-ish in the middle.

desc: on the second day of the rodeo you make a realization that you kinda already knew deep down.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: cursing, illusions to sex, heavy kissing

ao3 link ! previous chapter ! next chapter !

It's about three when you break apart from training to go hunt down some food. And, as you turn the corner, you see two familiar faces standing by a popcorn stall and laughing.

"Hey, Robyn! Ash!" You shout, weaving through the stalls being set up to jump on your brother's back.

"Ey!" he shouts, laughing as his hand comes up to yours, "How was training?"

"Better than I thought it would be," You let your feet hit the ground and walked around your brother, placing your hands on your hips, "How'd you get away from mom?"

"We told her we were coming down to help Robyn's cousin with her pretzel stands. She's not coming in for another hour." Asher grins and you scowl.

"That's cruel." You huff, before a voice calls, and Asher is whisked away by one of his old friends, leaving you and Robyn alone for a second, so you turn and say, "I don't know how you love that man as much as you do, Robyn."

"He's not as bad as you all make him seem." Robyn teases back, watching his boyfriend speaks with amicable movements, then after a moment he turns to you and says, "In four days, Bob will be back in California. Make a move before it's too late, you never know what's gonna happen to him in the Navy."

"Hey, Robyn!" Asher calls and Robyn gives you a gentle smile before he walks away to greet whoever Asher had gotten stuck with. You just stand there, biting your lip. Robyn was right. The Navy was completely unpredictable, and despite knowing you'd just told your siblings you'd wait... was it really stupid for you to do this? It was Robby. Robert Floyd. Your best friend since third grade. Who, even if you'd fought with him on and off, you still came back together. And, for some reason, you were completely in love with him. Plus, even when you'd told yourself you'd stay away, you knew you weren't trying that hard when it really came down to ignoring the feelings. You were stupidly in love with that man.

You internally prayed that it wouldn't be your downfall and that your siblings weren't right.

The next time you see someone to converse with, it's after you've changed for the night. The carnival didn't start until seven, but at five you're fully dressed and ready, and the nerves start to settle in. You stare at yourself in the mirror of your trailer, adjusting your black jeans and sparkly shirt before leaning closer to grab a brush to touch up your makeup and you use your hands to move your hair around to your preferred spot under your black stetson. After checking your phone to make sure it was fully charged, you slipped it into your pocket and carefully made your way out and into the main area. A lot more people ambled around, finishing up preparations for the night. You waved hello to a woman you vaguely recognized from church when you'd gone consistently with your mother as a kid, and then turned and walked straight into someone's chest.

"Careful there," a voice teased and you rolled your eyes at Jake's glinted smile under his brown stetson, "Nice look, Rhinestone."

"Why thank you, Hangman." You grin and watch his face shift when he realizes you do in fact know his callsign.

"Who--"

"Yo!" A voice shouts and you turn to see a dorkish smile on most of the male pilots' faces as they study your new outfit. Black flare jeans that were snug in every right spot, a baggy gem-studded collared shirt, with matching rhinestone cowboy boots and a hat. You give them a small twirl and the guys are hyping you up, Phoenix and Halo laughing at their reactions but giving you thumbs-ups when you look at them for approval.

"It's tacky, cheugy even." You laughed, "But, this is uniform for me by now."

"When Asher said you were The, and he very much emphasized the 'the'

in that sentence-- Rhinestone Cowgirl, I had no idea what he meant. But now, I get it." Coyote says, "how long have you been doin' this?"

"Since..." You hum, "about 2015? After I graduated from college, I did my first competition in makeup and I was teased for being some sort of Buckel Bunny, so I made it a brand."

"Smart move," Rooster hums, "I do like the gems on the stetson."

As the group laughs at Rooster's comment, Phoenix shrugs, "Hey, he helped me find my dress for the Navy Ball after this deployment. He's got an eye for fashion."

"I inherited my mother's eye." Rooster shrugs and you snort, rolling your eyes before a figure moves up to the group. Your heart leaps to your throat, feeling suddenly on edge as you spot a dark brown stetson bobbing along. Stepping a bit towards Jake discreetly, you peek over Payback's shoulder to see who's approaching. To your delight, you see Bob walking up with Robyn and Avalon behind him, all three of them carrying a few takeout boxes each. The first one of the trio you make eye contact with is none other than your sister, who immediately wolf-whistles.

"Damn, mama!" She shouts, coming over to really study your outfit, "those jeans fit you better every time I look!"

"Oh, stop." You flush, eyes flickering over to where you make eye contact with Bob, and he's definitely checking you out a bit more than the other passers-by.

"Catching flies again, Rob?" Avalon teases and he clicks his jaw shut, rolling his eyes as he hands out the takeout containers to their respective owners.

"when someone looks good, they look good." Bob shrugs, sending you a not-so-subtle wink that has your heart leaping into your throat and your brain short-circuiting. It's not even anything grand, but here you are, reduced to a soft giggle and a red face.

"Well-" A screeching noise cuts off whatever probably lewd comment Harvard tries to say, and you look to the side to see some of the rides starting to test. Then, the radio on your hip screeches, and you grab it.

"Hey, this is Rhinestone--" you send a look to Jake, showing that he'd guessed your radio name before you continue, "Can you repeat that? Broke up on my end."

"Sorry Rhinestone, it's Jazzy, we need you to get ready for the show to start. Can you come down and help us with the horses?" Jazzy says. She was the organizer of the event, a sweet older woman who had started the festival years ago with her wife.

"On my way, honey." You grin and then clip the walkie back to your belt, "Welp. I'll see you guys at the show!"

"See ya!" the group echoes, and Bob steps up, parting himself from them.

"Good luck, if you need it, Rhinestone." He says softly as the group turns away to speak amongst themselves, Coyote calling out a ride that just opened its queue early. You note some people are trickling in already, judging by the noise of voices behind you.

"I could always use an extra boost." You smile at Bob, shoving your hands in your pockets with a puff of your chest.

"And I meant it when I said you looked good. You do." He smiles, "Go win that, you could do it with your eyes closed."

"Don't challenge me." You smile, and as a beat of awkward stillness passes, you grab Bob's jaw and pull him down for a gentle kiss on the crown of his cheek. He pauses, lips gaped, before smiling.

"You missed." He teases, a hand grabbing your own and poking your thumb to his bottom lip. Before you can do anything though, Payback calls for him, so he breaks away with another wink and a wave as he's enveloped in the mass of pilots.

You can still feel his hand ghosting yours.

"Go, Olivia!" You shout, "Come on, babe!"

Once she passes you, cheering herself and her horse on, you jog to catch up to her. Her curly hair bounces as you chase after her horse, grabbing the reins from her and circling the stallion around.

"Amazing!" You cheer, "That was awesome, Olivia!"

"Thank you!" She giggles, looking at her time and gasping as she begins freaking out-- in a good way, about her time. So much so, you have to hand off the reins to capture her in a tight hug as she jumps off her horse. Only ten and she was shattering local records. She'd outgrow your training eventually, but you just loved these moments and wanted to keep them forever.

"I did it, Miss! I did it!" She cheers, landing on her feet after you set her down and she laughs, jumping around ecstatically as the staff takes her stallion back to the barn.

"You did! You did exactly what you needed to!" You encourage her, then watch as she runs off to envelop her mother in a bone-crushing hug. You smile, straightening yourself out as your attention is called by a new voice.

"Naomi." You greet and she smiles, letting her mare pace around a bit before the race. You both congratulate Olivia on her winning time, and she's escorted off to the 'team watching box' as you had come to call it over the years. Then, the announcements start and you grab ahold of her mare's reins, and begin to walk to where she needs to start. Teacher mode engages immediately.

“Pick left or right, you know your horse, pick whichever way she wants to go!” You yell over the cheering of the audience as the announcer begins to transition to Naomi's introduction, “Sit deep, use your inside hand to guide ‘er through, and make sure to support the ribs! Okay?”

“You keep yellin’ commands and I’ll cry.” She teases, adjusting her stetson and nodding, “If I make this win, you know I qualify for the Open.”

“Me too, so you better win this so we can go together.” You squeeze her knee, “you know if you go, I’m right by your side kid, Fuego or not.”

“I know, Miss.” Naomi has to physically lean back as she tries to hold her mare back from rushing through the course herself before the cue.

“Kill ‘em, hotshot! You got this!” You cheer, backing out of the way and hopping a fence you’re technically not supposed to hop. It's not like anyone really cared, but the rules were the rules, even if you disobey them. As you watch Naomi's race, it's the same thing. Cheering, jumping, clapping, and then chasing her down to help her pull her mare to a stop. The only difference is that she immediately knows she's won, considering she was last in her division, and when he turns to you with a glistening of tears in her eyes you laugh.

"I told you!" You shout, watching her clamber off her horse excitedly, "You had this in the bag--"

She squeezes you in a tight hug, arms locked around your back as she whispers, "Thank you."

"Of course, kid." You smile back, tightening your grasp.

“The final ride tonight is special. She’s not only fighting to qualify in the NFR Open but also to raise money for the charity we’re supporting this year. The NFR Barrel Racing champion from 2018 to 2020, is coming to reclaim her crown.” The announcer grins and you look over to see your students cheering you on as you guide Fuego slowly along the path, “ladies and gents, get on your feet for her, everyone’s favorite star-studded American angel, Miss Y/n, The Rhinestone Cowgirl, riding her beloved mare, Fuego!”

As soon as you give the smallest hint of a whistle, Fuego's pulling ahead. It takes you only half a second to recover from the surprise, plenty of time to pick the right barrel. Fuego slows a bit in the turn, but the second she can send herself flying across the dirt she's rushing. Over the years, you had to give Fuego less and less input, and it was really paying off as (even though you made sure she stayed clean) you barely had to tell her to speed up or slow down as you approached barrels. It was like she had memorized the course. You certainly had.

Once you clear the last barrel, you lean in and whack Fuego's flank with your hand as she speeds up to a speed you're not used to on her. Once the buzzer chimes, letting you know you've successfully passed the line, you have to actually tug hard to get Fuego to even slow down. Usually, she was easy to stop, but something about the air tonight made her feel like a whole new mare. Eventually, you manage to get Fuego stable after her run, her thrashing calming down only moments after she realizes you're done. The audience is still cheering when you turn back to see the time. A beautiful seventeen and fifty-two seconds staring back at you.

"She does it again!" The announcer comes over the radio and you laugh, using one hand to raise your shimmering stetson to the crowd as you pump your fist against your chest with the other. The audience roars, slamming their feet into the stands, and Fuego shakes her head low at the noise as you scream out a noise of pure, euphoric celebration.

"Let's fuckin' go!" You hear a voice scream and you turn to see Bob cheering from behind you where he stands with his friends. Your chest feels light, and the feeling of your heart thudding against your ribs is as prominent as the feeling of your blood rushing through your veins. You let out a laugh as you wave to the audience, hopping off of Fuego once you see your Mom has her reins. You book it straight to Bob, his arms easily taking you into a tight hug as he swings you around.

"Holy shit!" You laugh, once your feet are on solid ground, and he grabs your stetson from your hand before he places it gently on your head with a soft smile.

"Congratulations." He whispers and you grin, a hand on his chest and the other still wrapped around his shoulders.

"Thanks, Robby." You whisper, relishing the way his hand ghosts over your cheek as he gives you a gentle look.

"Yeah." he stammers and you grin, quickly pressing yet another kiss to his cheek before turning to grab Naomi and Olivia for the awards ceremony. Olivia places second by a fifth of a second, which she doesn't care about, she's happy to have gotten such a good time. Which, is good coaching if you do say so yourself. When Naomi wins she cries, tackling you in a hug again, and you squeeze the daylights out of her as she shouts,

"I did it! I did it, oh my god!"

Then, when you win (by only .001) you pump your fist after receiving the little paper that says that you get to go to the Open. When you make it back to your friends after spending a good twenty minutes taking pictures, you do another fist pump when the pilots cheer. You are taken into warm hugs and laughter, somehow ending up on Hangman's shoulders by the end of it as you see Maverick somewhere in the corner of your eye snapping pictures.

The way you've slotted into this group is completely foreign to you. For pretty much your entire life it had just been you and Robby, a dynamic duo, but now you had been welcomed so easily by the pilots. It almost felt like home. As your set down, Phoenix announces she's stealing Payback and Fanboy to go buy celebratory drinks for everyone, Bob reappears. As you walk behind the group, he slots his hand into yours and it's like the two of you were molded to be this way. Everything fits so perfectly, it makes you realize that in four days this will all be done. You'll wave goodbye to Rob and his friends in the morning, and then probably head down to the farm to train. And you hate it. Something in you mourns the loss you haven't even had yet. Mostly for what is slowly becoming true with Bob, you know that subconsciously, but also for the friends you've met.

So you spend the rest of the night (after sending your mom home with Fuego to ensure she'd be safe) wrapped up in a bubble with them. You go on rides, eat way too many sweets, laugh your way through to the closing call of the carnival, and when you wave goodbye to the security guards as you leave, you notice two things: Bob's jacket fits you in a way that brings the most amount of comfort you've ever felt and the plush wolf he won for you would look great on the window sill above your bed. It was just the right size.

You end up in the passenger seat of Bob's truck, the windows down as you tell him your mom needs you to turn off the lights in the barn because she forgot. He just nods, the radio playing Elvin Bishop as he makes a left instead of a right at the forked road and takes the dirt path to the back of the barn.

'Fooled around and fell in love...' the voice hums on his radio, and you glance to where his hand rests on the shifter and hum to yourself. He glances at you, then notices your glance at his hand, and reaches over to grab your hand, place it on the shifter, and then place his on top of yours.

"There," he says softly, and your heart flips so many times you think it might kill you. And your red face has to be visible at this point. Eventually, he pulls the truck up to the barn and kills the engine, which is your cue to clamber out and hop down onto the dirt. You use a key to get in the back door, but turn when Bob opens it behind you.

"I'm just turning off the lights." You say softly, then your grin turns wicked as your eyes darken, "What? Are the jeans still affecting you? Can't get enough of me?"

"Maybe so." He says, a hand coming to your waist. Even if his touch feels heavy against your skin, it's delicate like he's afraid to hurt you.

“I should have told you a long time ago.” He muses, " Every day of my life, I've regretted leaving you that night."

"After kissing me?"

He nods, turning you by hooking a finger in your belt loop so you're chest to chest as he says, "and every day I've sat here and looked at you and wanted nothing more than to make up for all the times I could've kissed you and didn't. I want you to know how much to mean to me."

"Robby--" You whisper before he lifts his hat up, bringing your lips close enough to feel them ghost against you, his hand slowly snaking its way to your jaw.

"You are the prettiest person I've ever seen, Aphrodite must've given you her all." He whispers and you cut him off.

"God, just fucking kiss me already."

He goes to lean in, hesitating as his eyes flicker to yours. He's asking one more time for permission. At your nod, he gently connects your lips. It's like fire. Your stomach flutters as you bring a hand up to his neck and pull him in deeper. As your lips pull back, the soft break between you leaves a trail from lip to lip before you tilt your head to angle in for another kiss. Your stetsons knock together as he squeezes your waist in his grasp, groaning as you push your chest against his. After pulling back again, and licking his lips as he stared at you, he feverishly pushes into your lips, you gasp, taking a moment to really think about the feeling of the way his lips curve and cup against yours. You groan softly as one of his hands reaches lower, and you stumble back as your knees feel like jello, he follows to support you as his grip tightens like he's afraid to let go.

"Shit--" You gasp as his lips travel to your neck, and you whine, "Robby..."

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He whispers against your skin, his head lifting up so you can be swept up in the brilliant blue of his eyes.

"About as long as I have?" You muse softly, and he laughs as he murmurs against your skin,

"Probably longer."

You look to the side where a little shelf is, and you begin to pull him back towards it, he seems to get your hint before he grabs you around the waist, making you squeal before he pops you down on the shelf, and pushes himself between your legs. His hands come to your thighs, and you smile at him.

"We can't be out here too long, someone will get suspicious" You muse between giggles and pecks as he peppers soft, much more 'domestic' feeling kisses across your cheeks and forehead.

"Who cares? I want them all to know I love you," He almost whines, and your cheeks redden at the genuine desperation in his eyes, "Please, baby?"

"They definitely already know that." You tease, bringing a hand to his jaw and looking at his blown-up eyes, "but honestly? I'm not much of an exhibitionist."

"Then we'll be quick," Bob smiles, quickly reattaching your lips. You bring a hand up to run through his hair, trying hard to not make noises when he manages to get you to part your lips, his hands resting on your inner thighs. Once he pops off your lips, and trails down your neck, you let a soft groan out as you lean into him.

"Robby." You whisper, and he steps back, placing one, gentle kiss on your lips and then the tip of your nose before stepping back and you catch your breath.

"You deserve an award for your win tonight," He winks, and you roll your eyes as you let him draw lazy shapes on your thigh as he parts your shirt collar to leave little love marks somewhere secret. Your head knocks back against the wall, sending your stetson off onto the shelf beside you as a realization creeps in. You'd wanted to wait until after this trip to kiss him, why did you let this happen? He'd go away, and you'd get all depressed, and then you'd stop talking, and things would get awkward again. Part of you panics, your pulse in your throat as you look at Bob, and... there's something else. The fear melts off your skin, and you bring a hand to his chest as he pops off your skin.

"I love you." He whispers and the breath is stolen from your lips, the both of you panting slightly as you're breathless from the action. Slowly, your smile opens dopily.

"Tell me again.” You whisper, bringing him in for a slow kiss, and when you part he smiles as he steps back in.

"I love you. I love you," he repeats over and over as it's your turn to trail small kisses and bite down his skin. He's more vocal than you thought he would be.

You don't end up making it back to your house until much, much later than you should. What happened there was between you both and the night sky, and hopefully not the neighbor's, whose light flicked on shortly before you'd left.

#robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x y/n #robert bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd fanfiction #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader

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jimilter · 2 years

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Lovely Ash! I was late to your WIP challenge so share what you want to share! If all has been ticked off, then this is just to say that I adore you! Sending you hugs 🤗 🥰🥰

the wip challenge!

aaaa mimi, the loveliest! 😭 you're so sweet, thank you so much for the hugs, bby, i adore you more 🥺❤

there's only one left on the list, and coincidentally, it happens to be jungkook fic! i've been writing it since april but then stuff kept happening and i couldn't finish, now i am aiming to post it for his birthday. 🥺

bec i love you w my entire heart, i shall share the cover, the genre/tropes and a 1k words' snippet w you!

16+ rated stuff under the cut!

so firstly, here's the sexy as F cover that i bullied @opaljm into making for me:

college!au fuckboy!jungkook | best friend!reader best friends to lovers!au themes: unrequited love + pining + chaotic but dumb!jungkook + sad but fierce!reader

“Is this good enough or do I need more oil?”

If there was a way to strangle someone and kill just the annoying parts of them while keeping the good ones alive, your hands would have been around your best friend’s neck, right about now.

Without lifting your eyes off the assignment that needs to be submitted in under two hours, you give a noncommittal grunt. “This is fine.”

“You didn’t even look. Come on, I’m trying something here! Support me, babe!”

And so you are forced to turn your head and examine Jeon Jungkook’s bare upper body, specifically his eight-pack of abs that he has oiled to display at this pool party he is going to.

You don’t even know what he wants you to say. He is so damn huge and buff and chiseled, you’re ready to jump him at any given moment without any displays from his side, anyway. But this? His abs glistening like a set of hot, buttered rolls straight out of an oven? Yeah, you’re halfway stuck between wanting to lick them and grind your progressively wetting center over them.

But you’re pretty sure he wants to hear neither of those answers. He won’t be running after Seri like a hellhound in heat if he wanted to hear this from you. No matter if you’ve been best friends for over a decade. No matter if you both lost your virginities to each other in junior high. No matter if you’ve been in love with him ever since.

And just like that, your mood makes a dive from horny to hurt, and you give a morose sigh. “It’s… shiny,” you drily inform him, expecting his eye-roll before he even scoffs.

“Yes. Kinda impossible for them to not be shiny when I oil them, you know?” He purses his lips in disappointment. “But are they shiny enough?”

Even though it’s not exactly his fault that you have feelings for him, this feels extremely cruel and mean of him to you. Which makes you slowly grow irritated. “Depends on what’s on your agenda.”

Jungkook’s groan echoes around you as you swivel back to stare into your laptop, fists clenched tight to stop yourself from trembling. Due to arousal or held back tears? You aren’t too sure. Maybe a bit of both because that is how fucking ridiculous your life with this idiot is.

“Fine, don’t help. I’ll just keep the bottle on me just in case.”

“Just in case what?” You snort, the words on screen all merging together to form an image of you rubbing your pussy over his washboard abs, making you shut your eyes and snap your reading glasses off your face in agitation.

“Just in case the pool water washes it off—”

“God, Kook, water doesn’t wash off oil—”

“Or if I get lucky enough to have Seri lick it off me. You know?”

Your lips seal over clenched teeth. Do you know? A bit too well, unfortunately.

Since freshman year, Jungkook got hooked on this humongous crush he has on Choi Seri, the biggest trust fund princess that your university houses, who is a well-known player around campus that doesn’t stay with a guy for more than two weeks. Jungkook, well, like your basic naive idiot in “love,” dreams of changing her for him. A stupid dream that you kow for a fact can’t come true, but he seems to have a different idea.

What’s more, Jungkook – and every other person at your college – knows how sexually experienced Seri is because, well, boys love to run their mouths and this girl has gone through at least the varsity football and basketballs teams. That’s more than twenty boys that pass the gossip exponentially. And so, your dear best friend with an experience that didn’t go beyond three sexual partners including you, decided to up his game by sleeping around and gaining “prowess,” as he likes to call it, so that he will fall under Seri’s radar and be considered a worthy enough guy for her to fall in bed with. He believes he can change her mind about the rest after that.

And, yeah, that’s been going on for more than three years now. You’ve tried to talk him out of this madness way too many times to even count, and now you’ve just accepted it as a part of your life. As a part of the pain being Jeon Jungkook’s best friend entails.

“I’ll be off, then!” the guy announces, and you look at him over your shoulder.

Wow. He’s dressed in swimming trunks and a flowy shirt with so many buttons undone that it exposes more than half of his chest. He’s definitely gonna fuck someone even if Seri blows him off tonight.

“Yay. Go get ’em, tiger,” you say with the flattest voice you can muster, and Jungkook’s excited face falls into an elaborate pout.

“Don’t be like that,” he grumbles and then tackles you into a forced, very unwelcome bear hug, wrapping his thick as heck arms around you to press your cheek and nose right up against his exposed pectorals – so hard you can barely breathe.

He’s, like, literally choking you with his tiddies. What a dream.

Except – it’s not. Not really, because he sighs very dreamily above your head and you can almost see his thoughts about Seri form before he has even opened his mouth.

“I really feel like she’s gonna notice me tonight, you know.”

And there it is. You sigh, depression coming naturally this time, and push him off of you. “Well, do you want me to wish you luck?”

“I would appreciate that, yeah.” He nods, eyes wide and doe-like, and you hate yourself for the painful clench your heart gives at the sight.

You turn around with a hum and stick your thumb up above your head. “Good luck then, buddy. Hope Seri licks off the oil from your abs and you require more of it. Oh, you know what? I hope there’s so much licking, you empty the damn bottle.”

Jungkook snort dissolves into a full belly laughter and, despite the pain that lances through you at the way he can’t contain his excitement at the prospect of having Seri to himself, you cannot hold back your honest smile at the sound of his giggles.

You love him so fucking much.

“Well, thank you, bestie! I’ll bring back her thong as a memento!”

You are so fucking stupid.

#c: ask #mimi 🍪#the feeling is mutual 💝#jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader #wip game; aug'22

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stewardofningishzida · 1 year

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Chapter 8: Trial and Error

It was slightly delayed, but there we are! Chapter 8 of the meta fic, straight ahead!

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*It’s around 2 in the afternoon now and we’re both looking through Laer’s folder and cross-indexing the sources via the internet. I’ve given Stephen my login info for the university library. Then, something pops into my head.*

Me (facepalming): Oh, I’m dumb!

Stephen (raising an eyebrow): What?

Me: To be more effective in our communications and info sharing, you should have a phone! I’ll be right back. I’m getting you a rental phone so it’s temporary. I’ll return it when you’re back in your home universe. That way, the group can keep you in the loop, offer additional information, and help if something hits the fan.

Stephen: Fine. Sounds reasonable. I’ll stay here and continue reading.

Me: Gotcha. I’ll be back.

*I leave the house, lock it, and jump in the car. Meanwhile, Stephen cross-checks Laer’s research and comes across a ritual to try. He reads through it carefully. After an hour, I’m back and give him his phone. It has everyone’s contacts on it so he can call or text any of us.*

Stephen: Thanks…By the way, I found a ritual worth trying in Laer’s papers.

Me: Okay…Do you need anything for it or can you simply do it?

Stephen: It seems that I can just do it. Some method of “reality shifting”.

Me: All right. Let’s see if it works. If it does, then do you have anything left to say to us? *I’m hopeful on his behalf. Though, admittedly, I’m quite sad to potentially see him go. However, I hide it behind my usual stoic demeanor. Since he’s desperate to get home, none of us knows how much damage his absence left behind, and he’s been stuck here for almost 2 days; I opt to just let him go as soon as he can. If he succeeds, I’ll tell the group what happened. I’m trying to be responsible.*

Stephen (sincere): Thank you, all of you, for your kindness.

*I nod.*

Me: All right. Let’s see. In case I can’t say it later; goodbye, Stephen. It was a pleasure to have you here, even if it was just an accident. *I smirk slightly to hide my mixed emotions.* Now, go on. Shoo. *I tease a bit.*

*He curls his lip, amused. Stephen has some bittersweet feelings on the matter as well. After all, he didn’t get this kind of recognition in his home universe and these people really do seem to admire him. However, he needs to get back home and do damage control. So, he reads the ritual one more time and prepares himself before performing the incantation. It starts off with absolutely nothing before a few golden sparks appear, but it looks more like a magical short-circuit than anything functional. It ends rather anticlimactically with both of us looking at each other awkwardly.*

Me: …Erm…Sorry…Are there any more rituals to try in that folder? Otherwise, you can look through my section of our family library. It has most of our mythology books, some references on various legends, religious rites from different cultures, and a few occult pieces. I’m really into mythology, legends, cryptids, philosophy, and studying different cultures on the side despite being a scientist. Though the occult stuff kinda freaks out some of my more superstitious friends. So, I keep it in my room to avoid bothering them. I DID mess with a bit of it just to prove a point that this stuff didn’t work to one of my friends before. Though that’s about it. I just read about it and occasionally study it because I like tracing the origins of stories. Maybe one of these books actually has something that’ll work for you?

*Stephen sighs, feeling deflated.*

Stephen: Okay…Let me finish Laer’s suggestions and then I’ll look through your books.

*I grab any books that seem appropriate and put them next to him, bookmarking relevant passages. Stephen tries a different ritual, borrowing some of the crystals from my rock collection in an attempt to channel cosmic energy and magnify his abilities…This doesn’t work either. At most, it emits a few more sparks and leaves behind a distinctive smell…Something not perceived in our universe before. It’s similar to ozone, but not quite. Almost a greasy-feeling scent in the air, yet kind of warm and spicy. More of a concept than anything concrete. Unfortunately, I cannot smell thanks to my nasal passages being damaged from some accidents I had in my past. At one point, a stack of books slips from my arms and I almost fall down the stairs, but the Cloak reacts quickly enough to help me.*

Me (catching my breath): Thank you, Levi. I owe you one. *I gently pet its collar after setting the books down. It ripples in appreciation before going back to Stephen.*

Stephen: Are you okay?

Me: Yeah.

Stephen (scolding out of concern): Be more careful. Getting me home isn’t worth a broken neck.

*I look sheepish and sit for a while to put him back at ease. He tries a few other rituals. Some have inscriptions/glyphs, others involve more crystals, a couple use meditation, et cetera. So far, Laer’s folder and my library have been a bust. It’s getting late.*

Me: Unfortunately, I have work tomorrow. Do you want to stay here or come with?

Stephen: …Despite how little desire I have to be stuck in the car again, the university library may have better material. I’ll come with you.

Me: All right. Do you have any requests or suggestions to be more comfortable?

Stephen: …Just drive carefully and don’t crash. *He’s not happy about this, but will do it to access more resources.*

Me: Okay. Here’s my login info. *I hand him a slip of paper with it written down. He memorizes it and then magically burns it away from between his fingers. I watch. Despite the situation, I’m still mesmerized every time he does magic or performs a ritual. Stephen is mildly amused by this.*

Stephen (teasing): Easily entertained?

Me (slightly red, being sarcastic): Ha ha ha…You’re so very witty.

Stephen: I like to think so. By the way, you enabled speech-to-text on my phone, right?

Me: Yeah. You’re good.

*It’s around 11 pm. I notice the clock.*

Me: I need to be up by 6 to get to the university by 8. So, let’s call it a night.

Stephen: Okay. I’ll probably get some rest too in a bit.

Me: Don’t pull an all-nighter. *I give him a look.*

Stephen: I won’t. Good night.

Me: Good night.

*I go upstairs to my room for the night. Meanwhile, Stephen does some more research for a while before eventually going to bed in his guest room.*

***To be continued***

Note: If you spotted the subtle Discworld reference, gold star for you!

Answer for the curious: It was the reference to how magic/traces of magic feel/smell greasy and unlike anything else.

#doctor strange fanfiction #my writing #doctor strange meta fic #dr stephen strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #doctor strange

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australieh · 1 year

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excerpts from a life

Today i feel like things are opening up. I feel like i am so strong and capable and beautiful. I feel like everything i have done has led me to this very moment, waiting at the bus stop in fremantle with the just-cold-enough breeze rustling my tshirt and shorts and loose bun. Letting myself listen to taylor swift’s best album since fearless which is of course folklore. The sky is that soft subtle pink&blue that happens just after the sun has gone below the ocean horizon. A car of 19yr old boys just stuck their tongues out at me and waved and it made me smile big and solid and genuine. I even got that tickle in my chest you only get when you’re sincerely taken off guard by something so joyous. Us humans call it a giggle.

“at least I’m trying” - taylor swift

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Today is a Bad Day. It helps to write about it and it helps to get off the couch and go to my job. It helps to walk outside in the wind and feel all the bad energy bubbling up at the top of my chest and think about different ways to get it out. I want to run into the ocean and swallow as much salt water as i can and then throw it all up. I want to run uphill into the wind in really comfortable shoes and then jump off of a really high cliff into extremely cold water. I want to work for 6 hours straight with my head down and not think about anything except for what cocktail is next to make. I want to drink sour champagne and eat warm grapes and feel them explode in my mouth. It helps to listen to queen and belt out “sometimes I wish I’d never been born at all” in my apartment alone. Today is a Bad Day.

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Turns out there is no escaping sweat in australia. Its only spring and its 30 degrees! At least everything is beautiful and sunny. I have polarized sunnies finally so i don’t get irritated just by going outside. I feel kinda giggly today. I think its from having trixie and katya in the background and watching some of the tik toks janelle sent me. Also maybe from consuming a lot of caffeine in the mere 4 hours I’ve been out of bed (its 4:30pm). Anyways its almost my stop and my phones dying!

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alright listen. its just after midnight and I am bored as hell. I'm listening to old jazz/soul/folk inspired by Can't Get Started by Ella Nelson which is featured in a few episodes of Gilmore Girls season 2. this bout of sickness has led to a somewhat unintentional rewatch from mid-season 2. I am currently almost finished season 3. Its the good years, right when Rory and Jess are getting good. I am losing interest right about now when they start to fall apart because he is shitty and she is weak for his charm. I ended up on the Gals after I couldn't hack Below Deck any longer. only so much forced drama you can watch, ya know. plus, its better when I'm watching it with conor. speaking of my dearly beloved,,, he is out with The Guys. the band, Aborted Tortoise (real actual band name they've kept from its inception in high school), is playing at a bar with a name like Clancy’s or Choncey’s or something. Its right near the tiny brewery conor just got a job at, so it worked out perfect for him. I am really happy he is getting some socializing in. he is really not himself when he can't see friends. my little extraverted social butterfly!

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tell me why - mason mount

in which mason decides it’s time you finally talked about that night

part two of stuck with you, this feels very long and the ending kinda rushed but i finally posted something within the time frame i said so GO ME!

Mason tried to stop thinking about you. He really did but it was proving difficult when he could still feel the press of your lips on his and the phantom tug on his hair. Sure the shots of whiskey were probably muddling his brain but every single thought he had the entire night somehow managed to circle back to you.

He hated that for the second time since you'd first met you'd chosen to pretend nothing had happened between you. You always claimed you had no idea why he didn't like you but surely you must know how shitty it was to let him take care of you all night, to let him kiss you after you’d told him you thought you weren’t good enough, and then go straight back to your ex that same night.

You didn’t even bother speaking to him afterwards, you ignored the text he sent you the next morning asking if you could talk and didn’t turn up at Ben’s house for breakfast like you were supposed to do. You’d called Ben while they were eating and told him you’d spent the night at your ex’s and you were going to go straight home from there and the thought that you’d kissed him and then spent the night with another man sent a wave of nausea over Mason.

He’d felt so humiliated by the fact he’d told you he liked you, he knew the two of you had never actually spoken before but the stories Ben told him about you had him developing a silly school boy crush and it didn’t help that you were insanely pretty in person. That morning though he just felt like an idiot, you’d basically used him for a confidence boost and then ran straight back to the boy who’d originally made you feel like shit.

Hearing from Ben that morning that it was a constant thing between you and your ex, you were always breaking up and getting back together, Mason decided he wanted nothing to do with you anymore. He didn’t intend on being a prick, he was just going to avoid you for as long as possible but the more you acted like nothing happened the angrier he got and so the war of snarky comments and who could be the bigger arsehole had begun.

Mason knew he’d given you the wrong impression of himself. He knew you thought he was a cocky arsehole who enjoyed being rude but he did that so you wouldn’t realise how shit he’d felt after your obvious rejection. In his head he thought it would have been better if you’d told him outright that night you didn’t want him. But to kiss him, to basically lead him on and then turn your head and pretend you’d never even spoken to him that night? That hurt him more than he’d ever admit out loud.

He was Mason Mount, things like that didn’t happen to him.

He watched as you danced with Ben, smile bright when you laughed at something he'd said, your hand slipping around the back of his neck to pull him closer. You spoke directly into his ear, Mason could see the brush of your lips over his skin and his cheeks heated at the memory of those exact lips on his. He hated that you were always so nice to Ben but had this bitchy attitude towards everyone else. It made sense that Ben talked so highly of you, he'd never seen you be a prick to other people. Well, Mason also hadn't really seen you be a prick to other people either but if you treated him like shit it wasn't a far off cry that you did the same to everyone else.

Mason downed the drink in the bottom of his bottle, the burn making him grimace and he jumped a little when someone’s hand landed on his bare arm. He’d been so caught up in staring at you, his mind running a mile a minute over what it felt like to have you against him, that he hadn’t even noticed the girl trying to get his attention. She’d been sending him flirty eyes for the past minute, dancing a little closer every second in attempts to get him to look at her but she just raised her eyebrows when he finally turned to her and followed his gaze. Now both of them were watching you attempt to teach Ben how to Irish jig.

“Who is she?” The girls voice was low, tinted slightly with an accent and Mason had to admit she was incredibly pretty but when he looked at the dark of her eyes he just thought about how they weren’t the same sparkling colour that yours were.

“Sorry?”

“The girl you’re so painfully pining after.” Mason furrowed his brows at this, reaching over to the table to grab another bottle of beer as he tried not to look back at you.

“I’m not pining after anyone.” He grumbled, slightly embarrassed that he’d been caught so obviously staring at you. If random people had noticed you or Ben probably had too.

“Oh you really are. I’m the fourth girl who’s tried to get your attention in the past half an hour and you’ve not even glanced at any of us. I watched you panic when she disappeared and you only relaxed when she came back. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy look at someone like that before.” The dark haired girl turned her own attention on you. You were putting your halo on to Ben’s head and giggling into his shoulder every time he dug his fingers into your waist. “Who is she?”

“It’s complicated.” Was his reply even though it really wasn’t. You hated each other. There was nothing else to it.

“You know she knows you’re watching her?”

“No she doesn’t.”

“She does, she looks over when you look away and she’s looking right now.” Mason’s head whipped around and this and he caught your eye before you turned away again, lifting back on your tip toes to say something to Ben. “And it looks like she’s leaving. Might wanna catch her before she’s gone, Lover Boy.” Mason pulled a face, unsure whether he did want to speak to you or not.

He wasn’t in the mood to fight with you, you’d made it pretty clear you didn’t actually want him and you’d given the impression you don’t even want to think about anything that had happened between you. But he can’t deny the fact that his ego was incredibly bruised and he’s curious why. He wants to know why you chose your ex boyfriend over him that night and why tonight you were all for being with him and then some invisible cord snapped and you acted like he repulsed you.

“Whatever complicated thing you have going on with her, talking is the only way to figure it out. Girls like it when guys are the ones to initiate fixing things,” The girl next to him shrugged her shoulders and reached for his bottle, pulling it away from him and raising it to her own lips. “Just a suggestion.”

She dropped her eye in a wink and then disappeared into the throng of bodies, Mason’s eyebrows drawing onto an even tighter frown.

He watched you place a kiss on Ben’s cheek after you hugged him and then you were weaving your way through everyone towards the front door to the flat, your fingers reaching into your purse. Mason tapped his fingers against the table behind him, mind reeling slightly as he fought with himself over whether or not to follow you. Did he really want to torture himself any longer wondering exactly why you didn’t want him?

“Fuck,” He pushed himself off the table, heart skipping a little as he made his way to the door, pulling it open and walking out into the cold hallway air. It was dimly lit and he noticed a couple leaning against the wall a few doors down in the opposite direction of where you were headed. You were making your way to the stairs, head tilted down to your phone and Mason noted with a little relief that you seemed steady enough on your feet that you were sober enough to talk to him.

“Y/N.” You stopped in front of the doors that led to the stairwell but you didn’t turn around.

“No you can’t catch a ride in my taxi, Mount, find your own.” You pushed the doors open as Mason rolled his eyes, following you quickly through them. “Stop following me, it’s weird.”

“Will you stop for a second?” Mason wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you to a stop before you could start down the stairs. “I want to talk.” You turned to face him with a frown, yanking your wrist free from his grip.

“I swear to God, Mason, if you don’t stop touching me.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you were pulling on my hair.” He watched the slow blush spread over your cheeks and felt a rush from it because it doesn’t matter how many times you said you hated each other he knew he had some sort of effect on you physically.

“That never happened.” You voice was a warning and you shook your head before trying to make your way down the stairs again but Mason was quick to pull you back again. He pressed his hands against your arms and pushed you back against the wall, his own frown forming again because why do you have to be so infuriating? “Get off me!”

“Just stop being difficult for five fucking seconds! This is why shit never worked with us because you refuse to speak to me.” Mason watched you tilt your head back, disbelief marring your features.

“Shit never works with us, Mason, because we avoid each other at all costs when we’re in the same place and when we do have to speak we spend the entire time fighting. Because you do ridiculous things like grab me, if you don’t get off me I will kick you in the balls.” You shrugged his hands away from your arms, huffing angrily and smoothing your dress down.

“I’ve never grabbed you before stop being stupid.”

“Don’t call me stupid. I want to go home so will you move?” Mason planted himself firmly in front of you, arms folded over his chest.

“No, I told you, I want to talk.”

“Really? Well, I don’t. I made it perfectly clear in the lift that you need to forget what we did. It was a mistake, okay? The stuffy air and your stupid aftershave got to my head. I hate you, just because we kissed once, in what could be considered a high pressure moment, doesn’t change that.” You stuffed your phone into your purse and impatiently pushed your hair back off your face. “You have been nothing but rude to me since the first time we met, one kiss doesn’t just erase that. You insult me constantly, you might as well have called me a whore with how many times you said I throw myself at people, I have nothing else to say to you. So move.”

Mason took a step back, that familiar wave of anger and embarrassment rolling over him at the fact you’d completely refused to mention that night. Was he seriously that bad of a kisser that you didn’t want to remember it? Were you that desperate for an ego boost that it didn’t even register that you were kissing an actual person?

“Why do you act like that night never happened?” His voice was low and it pulled your eyes back to his, your own arms settling over your chest.

“What?”

“Stop with the fucking pretending! You wonder why I hate you? Why I think you’re so full of yourself? Because you used me and then I didn’t even get so much as a “thanks for the ego boost, Mount”. You act like you’re so much better than me that me being nice to you that night meant absolutely nothing. That’s why I hate you, Y/N, because you treated me like shit first.”

Mason was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed and he brushed an angry hand through the choppy strands of his hair.

“I dont-“

“Stop, just stop. Tell me why. Tell me what it was I did so fucking wrong that made you want to use me like that? Fuck, Y/N, you could have just told me that night you weren’t interested and it would saved us all this stupid fighting.” You were shaking your head, eyes locked on his, brows furrowed so much they were almost touching.

Mason was tired. He was tired of fighting with you and he was tired of you acting like he was the one who started all this. If you hadn’t have blown off his texts this whole thing could have been avoided. Maybe he could have handled his humiliation better but Mason was soft and he hated knowing he’d been taken for granted and he didn’t want you doing it again.

“How much have you had to drink? Because I have no idea what you’re on about. What night?”

“Are you being serious?”

“Mason, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Why are you making this so difficult?”

“I’m not! You’re talking absolute rubbish, we’ve never been anywhere together on a night out and I don’t know what you mean about me not being interested. Interested in what?” You untucked your arms, reaching up to pull your halo from your hair. The look of confusion on your face was pissing Mason off because why were you going to such extensive lengths to pretend that night away?

“Interested in me for fucks sake! You kissed me, Y/N, you kissed me and then you went back to your shitty ex who you’d been crying over all fucking night! You let me comfort you over how much of an arsehole he’d been, you told me how you wanted nothing more from him and then you still went back with him.” Mason took another step away, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers. His palms had gone slightly sweaty and he tried to calm the beating of his heart as he met your gaze.

You just stared at him, confused by his confession because you remembered none of it. You remembered Ben properly introducing you but nothing else of that night until you woke up the next day in Taylor’s bed with a raging hangover and guilt over the fact you’d gone back to him the night before rather than gone home with Ben. You certainly didn’t remember kissing Mason and judging by the kiss in the lift you most definitely should have.

“I kissed you?”

“Are you really gonna keep playing?” When you continued to frown at him Mason grumbled. “Fine, if you wanna play dumb I’ll spell it out for you. You spent the entire night complaining to me about your ex, about how awful he was and how you were glad you’d broken up because you were sick of how he treated you. We had a few drinks and I told you I liked you, I told you Ben talked none stop about you and it made me want to get to know you. You got a text from your ex and you started telling me that you weren’t good enough and that you had nothing going for you so no wonder Taylor didn’t want you. But I told you it was bullshit and any decent person would see how fucking amazing you were and then you kissed me. You sat on those fucking steps Y/N and you kissed me.” Mason let out a shuddering breath, head silting back a little as he shook it. You opened your mouth, his name on the tip of your tongue but he cut you off with a humourless laugh.

“You know what the worst part is? I actually thought maybe you’d like me too. Ben was always saying how he wanted to set us up and I thought finally I had my chance but then I found out the next morning that the taxi I put you in didn’t take you home, it took you straight to your exes house. I texted you that morning, to see if you were okay and to see if we could talk. I knew we were both drunk, I wanted to take you out properly but you read my fucking message and ignored me.” The air in the little stair well felt crackly with energy and you couldn’t keep your gaze off Mason.

He’d settled himself on the opposite wall, that glare you knew all too well set in place on his face and for the first time you felt bad about it being there. You didn’t remember kissing him, you didn’t remember even talking to him properly that night and you certainly didn’t remember getting any texts from him.

“You never texted me.”

“Don’t bullshit Y/N, I sent multiple asking if you were okay and you read every single one of them.”

“Mason, I didn’t get any texts from you.”

“Then what happened? They disappeared into thin air?” You blew out a breath at his mocking tone.

“I didn’t get any fucking texts from you! Taylor had my phone most of the morning because I was throwing up constantly.” Mason lifted his gaze from where he’d been staring at the floor.

“He had your phone?”

“Well, it was on his bedside table.” You brushed that off, taking a slow step towards Mason, your gaze set on his.

“Mason, I didn’t know we kissed.” You voice was soft, a tone he’d heard you use a thousand times with everyone but him. “I don’t really remember anything from that night.” He watched a sheepish look take over your face. “I, uh, I had a flask, and I kept adding more to my drinks.”

“You don’t remember any of it?”

“I remember getting to the club and meeting you and then I remember dancing with someone and them comforting me all night and then I remember waking up in Taylor’s house.” Mason clenched his jaw at that, still annoyed over the fact you’d gone there in the first place. “I didn’t know it was you who I’d spent the night with.”

“Yeah well, you did. You let me boost your ego all night and then went off with someone else.” He brushed his hands over his arms, suddenly chilly in the little stairwell and he didn’t really know what to do.

You didn’t remember being with him. It still hurt that you didn’t but you didn’t actively reject him, you weren’t pretending it didn’t happen all this time you just didn’t know it had happened. Mason swallowed the weird lump in his throat because he suddenly felt bad about the way he’d treated you, neither of you were innocent in the little war you had going on but he maybe had taken things a little too far.

“That’s why you hate me isn’t it? That’s why you made all those comments about me being full of myself and why you got so annoyed when I told you to forget about what happened in the lift.” You had taken another step forward and Mason hadn’t even realised he’d unconsciously done the same.

“From my point of view it was a pretty shit thing for you to do. You could have easily just said you didn’t like me, you didn’t have to kiss me.” The two of you were standing almost toe to toe and you had to tilt your head a little to keep eye contact. Mason ran his tongue over his bottom lip, throat bobbing when he swallowed.

“I really don’t remember any of it.”

“Doesn’t change anything though does it? I was still a prick to you, you still want to forget what happened in the lift.” You sucked in a breath, fingers twirling the little butterfly ring around your finger.

“Do you really hate me?” You didn’t meet his gaze, you kept your eyes glued to your hands but you heard Mason’s sigh and felt him move closer.

“I’m a guy. We don’t handle rejection very well and I thought you’d blew me off for your shitty ex and I was embarrassed. You pissed me off the more you kept acting like it never happened, like you didn’t cry on my shoulder while I told you you could do so much better.” You lifted your head, stomach flipping at how close he was and watched the way his eyes searched your face. “I didn’t want you to think I was upset about what had happened so I thought if I was a dick to you you wouldn’t realise how humiliated I was. I didn’t hate you. I don’t hate you, not really.”

His eyes had softened drastically and it was the first time you’d ever seen him look at you like that, that frown gone from his brows. The brush of your fingers against the back of his hand was so gentle that Mason thought he’d imagined it.

“If I’d known what had happened, if I’d known about the kiss and the texts I never would have asked to pretend it never happened. I was hurt when you turned on me because I never understood what I’d done wrong, you were always so nice to everyone but me. I didn’t want to let you keep treating me like shit so it was easier to hate you too.” You could feel the heat from his chest even through the material of your dress and your heart felt like it was hammering out of your chest.

Mason didn’t hate you.

“Pretty stupid of us to just not talk it out.” Mason mumbled, his own fingers hesitantly grazing your arm, slowly dragging along your skin until you shuddered and pressed yourself completely against him.

“Can we talk it out later?” You asked and Mason’s hand stilled at your shoulder, brows drawing together again.

“Later?”

“I really want you to kiss me now. Properly, so I can remember.” Mason’s lips lifted into a smile and then his fingers threaded through the hair at the back of your neck, his mouth finding yours as he tilted your head back.

The kiss was nothing like the one in the lift, it was soft and slow, Mason’s tongue gliding over yours and you couldn’t believe you could ever forget what it felt like to kiss him. You wrapped your own arms around his waist, fingers grazing along his back so you could pull him closer.

“Can we forget about the other two kisses and just pretend this is our first one?” You were breathless when Mason pushed you back against the wall, his nose bumping yours as you both fought to catch your breath.

“I’d really appreciate if you stopped trying to forget kissing me.” He ended his sentence with the softest of kisses against your slightly swollen bottom lip. “But I think I’d also like to pretend this was our first.”

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formulawonu · 3 years

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Can I have a Lance imagine were it’s like a enemies to lovers situation were I work for Aston Martin as like his assistant and him and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease other when I have to go over his schedule in his driver room we get into one of our heated arguments as we subconsciously get closer and we kiss and it gets a little heated. Thanks!

omg hi sorry this took a while! here it is, hope you like it <3 thank you sm for requesting!

listen / lance stroll

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warnings: kissing? kinda steamy. bickering and teasing

a/n: was fun writing this one haha i love writing tropes/prompts like this!!!! i'm always open to requests x

Working for an F1 team has always been your dream. You’ve always admired how much work and efficiency is needed in getting the results each team aims for so when you were given the chance to be part of something that special, you jumped and took it immediately. It was obviously also a plus that you’d gotten offered to work for Aston Martin since it meant helping out a team that was rebuilding. You’d be lying, however, if you said that everything about your dream job was perfect. Great environment? Check. Opportunity to travel? Check. Making enough money? Check. Great drivers? Debatable.

The job offered to you was to be the personal assistant of one of the drivers, Lance Stroll. You were really excited when you heard you would be working that closely with him since that meant you’d also get to be closer to the action and learning all about the inside-outs of racing. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the both of you to start off on the wrong foot which then spiraled into him being literally the only person you did not get along with in the team and vice-versa.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.” Your cheeks are heating up and you stare at the large coffee stain now covering what once was a clean green Aston Martin shirt. You look up and make eye contact with the guy you’re supposed to be working for now. Just your luck. This was not how you wanted to meet Lance Stroll on your first day. The person behind the hospitality counter hands you tissue and you’re about to hand it to him but he snatches it out of your hands, a scowl on his face. “I’m supposed to be going to the media pen. You’ve obviously ruined that now. Do you even know what you’re doing?” You reel back a bit, kind of shocked at how sharp Lance’s words are. He doesn’t even glance at you as he walks away, shaking his head. He makes his way upstairs, presumably to ask someone for a new shirt instead of going to the media pen. Maybe he was just having a rough day. How was he going to react when he found out you were going to be his new assistant?

“No way. This is a joke.” Nope. He isn’t having a rough day. He’s just being a total jackass. You try your best to act professionally as Lance comes into the room. “She can’t be my assistant. She literally caused me to be late to my schedule for the day. I need someone competent.” You furrow your eyebrows, starting to get frustrated with the guy in front of you. Sure, you had messed up. It was an accident and after asking around, Lance had actually made it just in time to the media pen earlier that day. You had apologized too. “Look, I’m sorry that my coffee had spilled on your shirt but that isn’t a basis for how I work. My competency does not depend on whether you were standing too close to me.” You shoot back. Lance has an incredulous look on his face, glancing at his dad who is watching all of this unfold. You probably shouldn’t have said that last part but you were not going to let someone put all the blame on you. Lawrence Stroll, your boss, just looks on and is clearly amused at what’s happening.

Lance continues looking at his dad, trying to convey how displeased he is with the decision made. “Lance, Y/N’s track record and experience is actually very impressive. I think she’ll be very good for you. You both just started off on the wrong foot. You both have a lot to learn from each other.” You flash a smile at Lawrence then look at Lance, who is still not smiling. You don’t like the guy but if this is what you have to put up with to continue doing your dream job, you can be damn sure you’d be professional.

“You don’t have to like me but we are going to be working closely together so I’d suggest sucking it up. Let’s try this again. I’m Y/N.” You say, reaching a hand out. Lance glances at your hand and grimaces. He shakes it once then puts it down, not bothering to introduce himself. He storms out of the room immediately after. You were beginning to resent the job you so desperately wanted.

“Lance, whatever it is you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work with me.” Lance cocks an eyebrow up at you, clearly amused and suddenly turning whatever you’ve said into a challenge. A couple of months after you both started working together, you both had fallen into a routine of your own. The both of you bickered incessantly and never bothered getting to know each other. It was always you giving Lance a rundown of his schedule, prepping him when necessary and Lance shooting back a snarky remark or pretending to ignore whatever you said. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” “You’re trying to be an idiot again.” Lance rolls his eyes at you from the couch. You were currently going through his schedule for the day at his driver’s room but he just wasn’t listening to you. Every time you’d glance up from your clipboard, Lance was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention.

“I’m serious. You messed up the press conference last week by talking about something the team was not ready to share yet. I specifically told you not to and you did anyway because you weren’t listening to me.” “Well, do a better job at making me listen then.” He says, finally glancing at you. You let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t think you were the type to need to be babied,” You taunt, making your way to the couch. “Do you need this actually shoved in your face for you to listen? Is that the pace we’re going for?” You place the clipboard directly in his line of vision, on top of his phone. You glance at his face, now way closer to you than it had been a couple of seconds ago. Only a couple of inches separate you both. Lance looks at the clipboard then at you, clearly unamused.

“Are you saying I’m slow?”

“You said that, not me.”

“Ridiculous.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

The exchange between you two has you both glaring at each other, getting closer to one another’s faces. There’s a tiny glint in his eyes, almost as if he’s amused by what’s happening. You can imagine you have the same one. “You’re actually impossible.” He says, still looking straight into your eyes. You pretend to squint, inching just a bit closer to Lance’s face. “Would you look at that? It’s like looking into a mirror.” You don’t realize how close you two actually are until Lance breaks eye contact, glancing down at your lips then back up to your eyes. The mood in the room has suddenly shifted, everything feeling a bit too hot for your liking. The position you’re in isn’t helping at all either. For some reason, you’ve found yourself beside Lance, your sides touching. Lance’s arm is draped on the part of the couch behind you and your arm is still on top of your clipboard, which is on top of his lap. Your faces are so near each other, closer than they’ve ever been before. You know you’re treading dangerous territory but for some reason you want to play with the situation a little longer.

“Do I need to get this close to get you to listen?” You whisper, glancing at his lips then back up to his eyes. Lance is clearly stuck in the moment too, trying to process what’s going on. The glint is back in his eyes. “I don’t think that’s close enough.” He whispers back. You inch just a bit closer, still not allowing yourself to connect your lips to his. You want him to make the move. You know this is another game you both are playing. “How about now?” He just shakes his head. You move in even closer, close enough that you can feel his breath fan your face. Lance rolls his eyes, obviously frustrated and decides to take matters into his own hands. One second you’re watching him in amusement, the next your hands are in his hair.

Lance crashes his lips onto yours, his arms quickly moving from the sides of the couch to your waist. Your hands find their way into his hair as you kiss him back with just as much intensity. There was no way you were actually doing this right now. What were you doing making out with Lance? What if someone entered? What if someone heard you both? These thoughts quickly exit your mind as Lance pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He pulls away then starts trailing kisses down your neck. “You’re so hot when you’re angry.” He says in between kisses. “You make me angry.” You retort. You try to push your bodies closer together, feeling his excitement rub against your thighs. He groans. “You’re actually crazy.” He says before connecting his lips to yours once more. You both continue making out for quite some time until you feel your watch buzz with an alarm. Media pen. Lance needs to be in the media pen. You pull away and plant kisses in the sensitive spot near his ear. “You,” you start. “Need,” you kiss his jaw. “To go,” you kiss his cheek. “To the media pen.” You plant one last kiss on his lips then get off of him.

Lance looks exasperated on the couch as you smile down at him. “Are you being serious right now?” He asks. You nod your head, still flushed from what just happened. “Dead serious. Come on, off you go.” Lance shakes his head as he gets up, trying to process what’s just happened. You needed to process it too. You take a quick look at him to see if he looks presentable. You reach the bottom half of his body and blush. You make your way out to the door. “I’ll let you fix yourself up and meet you outside. You have five minutes.”

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mellowyandere · 3 years

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Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi

Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?

Length: 4K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.

Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.

“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.

“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.

“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”

You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”

“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”

You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.

Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.

But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.

“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.

Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.

“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.

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“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”

“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.

Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.

But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.

“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”

Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”

Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”

“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.

“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”

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It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.

Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.

“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.

“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.

About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.

You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.

“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.

“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”

Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.

“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.

Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.

The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.

You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”

“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?

“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.

“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.

It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.

This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.

A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.

“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.

In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.

“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.

“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.

“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.

The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.

“Please!”

“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.

But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?

They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.

“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.

“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”

You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.

It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.

“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.

“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?

You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.

Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.

You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.

“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”

“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”

The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.

Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.

When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!

“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.

With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.

With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.

The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.

You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.

Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.

Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.

You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.

The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.

He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.

The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”

With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.

You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.

“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”

Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.

You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.

“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.

“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.

#tw: noncon #yandere aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere my hero academia #aphrodisiac #yandere x you

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If I Fell For You (Part 7) - Take It Slow

Summary: Jensen takes the reader and the kids for a day on the slopes but a minor accident has Jensen nervous about their relationship. As Jensen jumps into filming more, he brings home a little surprise for the reader and kids and decides what he really wants going forward...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, death of a spouse, mild injury, intruding rabbits

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Good morning, munchkins,” you said the next day after an unexpected morning shower with Jensen. He’d gotten dressed and had them ready to go for the day by the time you were even drying off.

“Dad says he has a surprise for us today,” said JJ, slurping up her bowl of cereal.

“Oh really?” you asked.

“Yes really,” he said, setting a bowl of cereal and cup of coffee down at your spot, kissing your cheek. “Even Y/N’s don’t get to know. Now eat up everybody. I want to get on the road by ten.”

You helped put away the dishes in the dishwasher after breakfast, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter.

“What’s the surprise, Jackles?” you asked. He grinned and bopped your nose. “Gonna need another shower later?”

“Oh you liked that?” he smirked, pressing his hands on the counter edge on both sides of you.

“You’re cute with wet hair,” you said.

“Well, since I will need your help a bit with wrangling the three munchkins...I think you’ll just have to find out when we get there,” he chuckled. He kissed your cheek and you groaned. “I’m taking you guys snowboarding today.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Yeah. That or skiing. The kids have a little ski class and I figured maybe you and me could hit the slopes for an hour before we meet back up with them.”

“Uh, I have zero idea of how to ski. Or snowboard.”

“I know. I’m gonna teach you a few basics. Fun? Not fun?” he asked, resting his hands down on your hips.

“I will try my best...and probably end up with a sore butt,” you said.

“I got faith in you. We’ll take it real slow. You’ll get the hang of it real quick.”

“Daddy, I made a snowman,” said Zeppelin when Jensen had finished renting out skis for everyone an hour later.

“I see honey. He looks very nice,” said Jensen. “Alright. Let’s get helmets on and get out there guys.”

Fifteen minutes later Zeppelin was holding onto your hand and leg, absolutely refusing to leave your side.

“Don’t you want to go play with your sisters?” you asked. He shook his head and Jensen sighed. “Why don’t I stay with the kids for the hour and you can get some actual going down the mountain in? I’m sure I can pick up whatever I need to learn watching them.”

“Are you sure?” asked Jensen. “I don’t mean to ditch and run.”

“I want to hang with Zepp anyways,” you said while you looked down. “What do you think? Sound good to you?”

He nodded and you glanced back at Jensen.

“You’re gonna have more fun not dragging me around anyways. We’ll see you in one hour, okay?” you asked. You kissed his cheek and smiled. “You can still teach me later, okay?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you guys real soon.”

“JJ you’re a natural!” beamed Jensen when you met back up with him. She was very good and the twins...well you gave up on them after a bit and simply let them run around the snow chasing one another.

“Hey!” someone up the hill shouted. You spun around and saw some guy on a snowboard barreling straight for where the twins were sat near the edge of the slope. You jumped in front of them, the guy slamming straight into you but thankfully you were both able to go off to the right of them. You tumbled together for a minute before he slid away a few feet groaning.

“Ow,” you said, rolling to your back and staring up at the sky.

“You okay?” asked the guy with a grunt.

“I think so. You?” you breathed out.

“Same.” He made some kind of unclicking sound and then he crawled over, looking down at you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t really learn the stop part yet.”

“Y/N, honey,” said Jensen, suddenly kneeling down beside you. “Are you hurt?”

“Feel like I got hit by a train,” you said, trying to sit up. You hissed and lay back down, hearing a pair of ski’s stop nearby. “My back hurts.”

“What’s your name?” asked a guy in a bright red coat with a backpack on as he stopped at you on the ground.

“Y/N,” you said.

“Unit two, possible back injury on southwest side of hill slope. Need the backboard,” said the guy into a radio before he was talking to the other man.

“Daddy,” said Arrow, tugging on Jensen’s sleeve. She had tears in her eyes and you gave her a smile.

“I’m fine, sweetie. Just fell down too hard. Daddy’s gonna keep playing with you guys for a few more minutes,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said quietly.

“They’re scared,” you whispered. “Go. I think my back is just scraped up, I promise. Go on. Meet up with me wherever they take me in a few minutes.”

“She’ll be at the medical station,” said the paramedic. Jensen shot the guy that’d slammed into you a dirty look but he went back over to the kids and you gave them a wave. “Can you describe your back pain?”

“It’s sore. I can move. It’s more like it just hurts, kinda dull like,” you said.

“Alright. We’ll get you taken care of.”

Thirty Minutes Later

“Hey,” said Jensen as you struggled to pull your thermal leggings back up. “Let me help.”

“Thanks,” you said, holding his shoulders as he hiked them up your legs.

“The kids could have gotten really hurt if you hadn’t jumped in like that,” he said, pulling them up over your hips. His hand grazed over the hot pack stuck on your skin and you nodded. “You okay?”

“It’s just a few bad bruises. The other guy broke his nose.”

“I could have broke his nose,” he said, tugging your hoodie down over you.

“It was an accident,” you said. “Kids okay?”

“They got a little upset for a second but they’re fine. They want to be with you though and I’m inclined to cut today short,” he said.

“Counter offer,” you said, sitting down on the bed and glancing at your boots. He knelt down and tugged one up, zipping it up before doing the other. “We grab lunch and go sledding on the kiddie hill afterwards.”

“We’ll get lunch and then go home,” he said, folding up your snow pants.

“Come on. I’m-”

“You’re hurt. You got bruises all over and sledding’s just gonna hurt you.”

“Jensen,” you said, standing and picking up your coat. “Take a deep breath.”

“I’m-”

“Jensen.” He frowned but did it, cocking his head at you. “Again.”

He did it a few times, looking down when he’d finished. You rubbed his arm and he nodded.

“I’m okay. Not going anywhere,” you said.

“He hit you so fucking hard.”

“I know but I’m tougher than I look. Buy me some hot chocolate, make me feel better,” you said.

“You didn’t hesitate to step in you know.”

“Well there wasn’t really time to pick them up or move them. I figured tackling the guy off to the side was the best bet.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“I know it’s not. But it’s not a big deal and I think we should come back next weekend so you and JJ can ski and me and the twins will go sledding. Deal?”

“Okay.”

“Maybe we can make a snowman when we get home.” You shrugged back into your jacket, Jensen fixing your hair. He zipped you up and took another deep breath, resting his hands on your shoulders. “It’s okay if you got scared. It’s nice knowing you care.”

“I don’t know if I’d survive two horrible…” he said.

“Yes you would. You have three very important reasons to.”

“You didn’t see the shit show I was before you.”

“Somehow you survived that without me. You could survive it without me again too,” you said.

“Yeah well, I don’t want to.” You smiled softly and he rested his forehead against your own.

“Well let’s plan on us having relatively boring normal lives then where we die of extremely old age in our sleep,” you said. “Sound like a plan?”

“I’d be okay with that,” he said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Let’s go enjoy the rest of our day, okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

“Ah shit,” you said that night in your bathroom as you put on your pajamas after a shower. You were covered in dark purple bruises all over your back, legs and arms. Jensen had turned around throughout the day and seemed to have forgotten about the incident on the slope. It’d set him on edge which you couldn’t blame the poor guy for but you just knew if he got one look at you he’d start to worry again.

“Y/N,” said Jensen through the door. “Got a minute?”

“Just a second.” You looked around and grabbed the robe you never used off the back of the door and tied it around your waist. You tugged up your sweatpants and hummed. “Come in.”

“Hey,” he said, giving you a smile in the mirror as you started to comb your hair. “I’m gonna have to ditch on the movie. Work just called and my night shoot for later in the week got pushed cause of the storm they’re expecting.”

“Oh. When do you go in?”

“About twenty minutes,” he said.

“Don’t you need sleep?” you asked. He shrugged and you cocked your head.

“I’ll sleep on my lunch break. You mind getting the three of them down for bed tonight?”

“Not at all. Remember to pack your long john’s. It’s not warm and neither is your suit,” you said.

“The perils of playing a superhero,” he chuckled. You smiled and combed your hair, the sleeve of your robe falling down your leg and exposing a bruised arm. “Can I see?”

“It’s one little bruise,” you said, holding your arm up to him.

“Can I see?” he asked again. You sighed and undid your robe, sliding it off your shoulders. He frowned when he saw your chest and back but only nodded. “Take some pain medicine before bed. There’s some of those heat packs in the kitchen too if you want some.”

“I will,” you said. You put on your pajama shirt and he went to leave, leaving his hand on the doorframe. “Yeah?”

“Aspercreme helps. Worked for me after the accident,” he said.

“Thanks. Text me when you’re on your way home?” you asked.

“Can do,” he said. He tapped his fingers on the frame before swinging around it and leaving. You picked up your brush and went back to brushing, Jensen popping back around the corner. Your gaze found his in the mirror and he glanced down. “Y/N. This is gonna come across a certain way and I hope…”

“We can slow it down, Jensen. I know today brought up some stuff for you.”

“I do care about you,” he said as he walked over. You turned to face him, Jensen taking your arm and running his thumb gently over the bruised skin. “I don’t necessarily think we’re going too fast either. But today kinda fucked me up a bit and I gotta deal with that shit before I keep going with this. I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you.”

“Are we taking a break?” you asked, his head immediately shaking.

“No, no. I just...want to keep the status quo for a bit? Sleep in our own rooms, have a date night on Saturdays. Keep things...the same. Normally I know that’s the death of a relationship but-”

“Jensen you know last night when we were playing around and I told you that we could stop whenever you needed to?”

“I don’t want to stop though. I just-”

“Jensen. I’m saying don’t worry about it. This isn’t the death of our relationship. You are feeling a lot of shit right now and so am I. You’re starting to get into filming everyday and I know that’s gonna be long days and when you’re home your focus is gonna be on the kids and I’m just saying it’s okay if this steps off the gas for a second. Just come back eventually okay?”

“Why are you so understanding?”

“Why would I make this hard for you?” you asked.

“Don’t you want things out of this though?”

“Of course I want things. But hurting you in the process to get there isn’t worth it. I’m not gonna hurt you just so I can hit some stupid milestone that people say you should do by x point in time. Fuck that. When you’re ready to progress a bit again, I trust you’ll tell me. Okay?”

“Thank you,” he said quietly. He kissed you slowly and nodded. “I’ll try not to take too long. I promise.”

“I am going to ask for one thing though.”

“Anything.”

“Call up that doctor you saw. Talk to him about how you’re feeling. Don’t go through whatever’s going on in that head of yours alone.”

“I will. I promise. I still want to be your boyfriend, Y/N.”

“I know and you can be. We’ll go slow,” you said. “Now go get ready for work and kiss the kids goodbye. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.” He slid his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you in close, planting a deep kiss on you. You stared at him as he broke away and smiled. “See you later honey.”

“Later Jensen. Call if you need anything.”

“I will. Promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hi,” hummed Jensen as he knocked on the edge of your doorframe late one night. You were sat on bed with your laptop typing away.

“Hello,” you said, biting your bottom lip as you backed up what you’d written.

“What ya doing?” he hummed again.

“Um, working on another Fox Foxington story,” you said.

“Must be pretty invested considering you haven’t looked at me once,” he said, a big ass smirk in his voice. You glanced up and he was grinning hard, your jaw dropping.

“Oh my God.” You pushed the laptop aside and hopped out of bed, bouncing up and down on your toes. “You’re suit looks fucking awesome! They let you bring it home?”

“I’m on my lunch break. We’re filming ten minutes from here. I thought someone might like to see it in person.”

“This is so cool,” you said, reaching out a hand but pausing. “Can I touch it?”

“Of course,” he chuckled. You put your hand on his chest and tilted your head. “Feels weird right?”

“Yeah. I bet this thing isn’t comfortable to wear all day,” you said.

“Hardest part is the bathroom,” he said as you inspected him. “I’m not in it all day though.”

“Is that a spoiler?” you asked.

“Is it?” he teased. “Kids in bed yet?”

“Yeah but wake ‘em up. Dad looks freaking awesome right now,” you said.

“You sure?”

“Yup,” you said. You went back to your nightstand and grabbed your phone. “Come on, picture time.”

Ten minutes later and one sprinting out the front door Jensen later you had the kids back in bed and went back to work on your story. You worked for a few minutes when a flashing on the wall caught your attention. You narrowed your eyes at the box by your door, figuring the HVAC system was messing up again.

You got up and stared at it for a moment before you realized what the little flashing light was for. Your phone rang in your hand and you quickly answered.

“Y/N, I got a text saying the motion alarm got tripped,” said Jensen. “Did you-”

You heard a thud downstairs and opened the door.

“Someone’s downstairs,” you whispered.

“Turn around,” you heard Jensen say to the driver. You snuck out of the room and down the hall past the kids rooms. You peered over the balcony and laughed. “Y/N?”

“Uh, I know who our intruder is,” you laughed. “Um, you didn’t happen to leave the front door open when you came in earlier, did you?”

“Maybe,” he said as you heard a car out front. “What-”

“There’s a big ass rabbit sitting in the foyer,” you said, watching it hop over to the boot tray and start gnawing on Jensen’s sneaker. “I hope you aren’t partial to those blue sneakers.”

“What the…” he said as you watched the front door open. You hung up and Jensen stared at the rabbit, the rabbit taking a beat before it went back to chewing his shoelaces. “No! Stop! Bad bunny! This isn’t your house, go home.”

“Oh I need to film this,” you said. You started to record him as he opened the door and pointed outside.

“Go home bunny,” he said. The bunny apparently took that as an invitation to hop further into the house, Jensen groaning. You giggled and went downstairs, following them into the kitchen where the rabbit decided to hide under the counter stools. “Bunny please go home? I’m gonna be late getting back to work.”

The bunny hopped over to him before dashing away to the other side of the kitchen.

“Wait,” he said. He went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of baby carrots. He pulled one out and sat it on the ground by his feet. “Come on little guy. Come on…”

“Here we see Soldier Boy attempting to remove a little bunny rabbit from his home. Will he succeed or will he be late for work and have to explain this strange incident to his boss? Tune in to find out,” you said. Jensen stood up and shot you a bitch face.

“You gonna narrate too?” he said.

“Maybe,” you laughed, taking the carrot off the floor. “Come on Mr. Bunny. I’ll give you the bag of ‘em if you head outside. It’s getting late. You ought to be home with your family, buddy.”

He hopped over and you knelt down, holding it out to him. He took a nibble and Jensen bent over, picking him up gently.

“You’re cute and all but no bunnies allowed inside,” he said. He set him down outside and dumped out the bag of carrots by the front door. “Okay? Maybe you can get some more of those if you don’t break in again.”

The rabbit took a carrot in it’s mouth and ran off to the hedge before it came back and grabbed another.

“Ah Soldier Boy saves the day again,” you giggled. He made a superhero pose before laughing and you turned off the video. “Go on cutie. Don’t catch cold either. Wouldn’t want you sick for your birthday.”

“Is it...is it my birthday?” he teased. “Oh I seem to have completely have forgotten about it.”

“I wish you didn’t have work all day.”

“Eh, I’m used to it,” he said.

“Um, since you have a long day and stuff...can I take you out Thursday? I know you’re off Friday.”

“Yeah. I’d love that,” he said.

“Your birthday present is on your bed when you get home later,” you said.

“Looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Later Jensen.”

It was after dinner the next night, Jensen only getting home around lunch after an incredibly long day, when a pair of arms wrapped around you. You spun around and a very tired Jensen was hugging you tightly.

“Hey. I thought you were heading to bed finally,” you said.

“I was. I opened your present. Thank you.”

“S’just a present,” you said. He shook his head and you smiled. “I know. It’s your first one without her.”

“No that’s not it. Yesterday I was a little off because of it but...you got me socks. She always got me socks for my birthday. It was a joke between us but you didn’t know that and you still got me socks somehow.”

“Jensen it’s just a pair of socks.”

“I know. I’m not the kind of person that takes things as signs and stuff but maybe somehow, she was telling me something, like it’s okay to move on with you.”

“Maybe,” you said. You’d honestly only bought them because he couldn’t wear winter boots while he was filming and you knew his feet got cold. But if he wanted to take it that way you weren’t going to stop him.

“Can we pick things up again? You’ve been taking a backseat the past few weeks and I know what I want and what I’m ready for.”

“What are you ready for?”

“You’re gonna get hurt sometimes and I can’t stop it. I can only be there after the fact and I’m okay with getting hurt in that way. It’s the price I gotta pay and I’ll pay it eventually but I’m okay with that. I want to be with my best friend again if she’ll have me back.”

“Always,” you said. “I don’t need a date every night to make me happy.”

“I know. Would you sleep in my bed tonight though?” he asked. “I missed your cuddles.”

“Sure. I’ll be up in a little while. You get some sleep. You have to be exhausted,” you said.

“I am. But tomorrow and Thursday should be shorter days,” he said. “On a positive note, it sounds like filming is going faster than expected so there’s a possibility we can all get back home sooner than we thought.”

“Not that I mind the snow but I know the kids wouldn’t mind seeing their friends again,” you said. “Go get some sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow when you’re more conscious, alright?”

“Yes mam,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and went upstairs, JJ wandering over from where she’d been coloring.

“JJ, why’d you tell me your dad likes getting socks on his birthday?” you asked.

“I don’t know. He just does,” she said. You ruffled her hair and smiled. “What?”

“Nothing. Let’s play a board game before bed, see if we can get the twins to pay attention this time.”

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A/N: Read Part 8 here!

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hi can I request a reaction with ateez? how would they back hug their s/o? can you please make it detailed and super fluffy 🥺 thank you

Ateez reaction: Back hugs with Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2,2k+

➼ Warnings: none? Maybe pet names, neck / cheek kisses and playing with your tummy, idk. 💀 If there are any more, please let me know!

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for not posting in a longer time, my metal state gets worse from day to day but I will try and give my best to update more often now. Please motivate me by giving me some feedback! 🥴 Let me know if any of you wants to be in or excluded to my taglist!

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Park Seonghwa

You two were out for a date. After finishing your dinner, both of you went out to the balcony of the noble restaurant you were eating at. You had a perfect view of the city, all the shining lights adding a magical feeling to it. Seonghwa was hugging you from behind, taking in the smell of your shampoo. „It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” A smile creeped on your face. „It is. Thank you for bringing me here, Hwa.” Now he was the one smiling. „Of course, honey.” He now placed a few kisses on your cheek. It felt so good, you didn’t wanted this moment to end. „Thank you, Y/N.” You slightly turned your head in his direction, wondering what he could be thankful for. „For what?” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. „Thank you for being here with me. I’ve never been this happy before.” Your face lit up within a second, eyes shining bright. He’s so cute! „You have no idea how much I love you, Hwa.” Another smile creeped on his face. He was about to kiss you but got interrupted by one of the waiters. „Sir, I will leave the bill on the front desk at the entrance, if that’s ok?” Both of you turned around to face him, then quacking out into a laugher. The waiter seemed confused, so Seonghwa was fast to speak. „Yes, that’s totally fine, thank you.” The waiter gave you a quick nod and left. You looked at each other again, grinning. „He really ruined the moment, ha?” You nodded. „I thought this only happens in movies.”

Kim Hongjoong

A slow song was silently playing in the background. Hongjoong and you lightly swung from side to side, him pressing your back against his chest. It was late at night and you two were finally having a romantic date together. The atmosphere was so relaxing, neither of you wanting this moment to end. Hongjoongs head rested in the crook of your neck, him placing a few kisses on your soft skin every now and then. Now, an hour has passed yet you two didn’t move nor said anything. Honestly, you didn’t had to. You don’t know how but you two communicated through out your minds. Slowly, both of you got tiered. Hongjoong raised his head up and took your hand in his to pull you into your shared bedroom. You two laid down and stared at each other in the eyes. Oh, how you got lost in this this men’s eyes. But it was not only you, Joong felt the same way. He loved your eyes, it was one of his favorite things about you. Reaching up his hand to stroke your cheek, a smile appearing on your face, signaling him that you were thankful for that. Well, you were grateful for everything he has done for you, most importantly for having him in your live. Yet another time at this lovely evening, none of you had to open your mouths to let the other know how much you loved and appreciated each other.

Jeong Yunho

You felt how two arms clung around your waist, while you were washing the dishes. The person behind you then placed a kiss on top of your head and pulled you closer on his body, a smile taking place on your face. „What’s wrong puppy?” You knew that the tall male behind you blushed at that, this happening a lot of times now. „Nothing, I just missed your touch.” You pulled one of your eyebrows up. „Oh? We had a whole cuddle session just a few minutes ago.” Now a laugh left your mouth, Yunho joining you in the process. „That wasn’t enough, I need some more. Now please beautiful human creature, hurry up so I can cage you in my arms for the rest of our lives.” You felt how a bright smile was still plastered on his face, even after speaking. Shaking your head, you cleaned the last few dishes, before turning around and looking straight into the eyes of the smiling boy. Honestly, every time you were with Yunho, you were too happy. Of course you sometimes were scared for loving him so much but you knew that he would never hurt you. Yunho is some that makes sure to show his loved ones, how much he cares for them. He slowly got near your face, making you close your eyes and wait for the kiss to finally appear. When you didn’t felt his lips, you opened your eyes again and started to pout, knowing it was one of Yunhos weaknesses. So, the tall male couldn’t hold back and gave in. Taking your head in his hands, he gave you a long and loving kiss.

Kang Yeosang

After a long and exhausting day, you entered your shared apartment and made your way straight into the living room. Yeosang was laying on the couch, watching TV and eating some snacks. Both of you stared at each other without saying a word. Short after, Yeosang broke the silence. „Hey. Rough day?” You nodded your head. When he opened his arms, you jumped strait in them. Finally getting comfy, you asked if you two could watch a movie. You didn’t had to ask twice, Yeosang immediately opened Netflix and searched for a movie to watch. Once he found one, he got up to get some food. Once he returned, he pressed play and went back to his spot. He tucked you in between his arms and legs, your back pressing against his muscular body. He randomly started to play with the hem of your shirt, now a finger tracing up and down your belly. You lead yourself further into Yeosang and closed your eyes right after, not really caring about the movie anymore. It felt extremely comfortable to lay in his arms that you drifted off to sleep almost immediately. A low chuckle left him when he realized what has happened. „You are really too cute for you own good, Y/N.”

Choi San

You were running as fast as you could, your boyfriend not that far behind. All nine of you kept on shooting each other with water. It was Mingi who suggested to play this game. It was a hot summer day, so why not play around with water guns outside? „Hey, that’s not fair! You can’t protect each other!” Yelled Wooyoung, pointing at you two. „Leave us alone!” Did you yell back, while trying to splash him. He was mad because you escaped from everyone. San made a hand sign to the annoyed boy, no one really getting it except him of course. I guess it’s a Woosan thing... Anyways, Wooyoung seemed happy with whatever San was signaling him and kept on playing. At some point, your protector was nowhere to be found. You tried to look for him while you run away from the rest but then realized that not only he was missing but Woo too. „Oh no, this can’t mean something good...” You whisper to yourself. Out of nowhere, your boyfriend tightly grabbed you from behind. „Got you! Wooyoung, now!” You didn’t really made out on what was happening, you only saw how Wooyoung appeared from behind a tree next to you and aimed his water gun on you. „Goodbye, Y/N-ah.” With a grin, he splashed all of the water at you. Once he was done, San let go of you and gave his accomplices a high five. „San! What are you doing, I thought we are a team?!” You were kinda annoyed, both of them bursting out into laugher. You stormed off to the rest of the group, who seemed to have given up already. „What’s wrong Y/N?” Hongjoong noticed that your mood has fallen. „San ditched me for that brat.” Everyone busted out into laugher, you included. When the other two approached, you immediately stopped. Wooyoung stuck out his tongue, while San sat behind you and gave you a tight hug. „Don’t touch me cheater!” Again, everyone started laughing. „Come on, don’t be mad at me, baby. I will buy you some ice cream, okay?” A smirked appeared on your face. Revenge is sweet Sanie... „Guys! Free ice cream for everyone!”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, I can’t breathe.” You squeaked out while he tightly hugged you from behind. „I can’t help it, I just missed you so much!” You chuckled while rolling your eyes. „It’s been two hours since we last saw each other.” The boy looked at you with his cute googly eyes, mouth lightly agape. „So what? That’s two hours too much! This is absolutely not okay, so let me hug you please!” You gave in, knowing that he will either put on more pressure or start to cry and since you wanted neither of these things to happen, you kept quiet. You don’t really know how long it has been since you two stood outside the garden of your shared home but it was getting dark and the air started to cool off. „Mingi, can you let go now, please? I think that’s enough for today.” He snuggled himself closer on you, not letting go. „Just five more minutes, okay? I wanna enjoy sunset with you. Look, it’s so pretty!” A laugh left your mouth. He’s just too cute and pure for this world. You did watch, until the sun completely disappeared. When it was completely dark outsides, you forced the giant boy into your house, him still clinging on you. Once you reached your kitchen, you asked him to leave you alone so you could prepare dinner. „I don’t want to let go, Y/N. Please keep cuddling me! You’re so comfy!” You finally turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. „I promise I will cuddle you as much as you want once I finished cooking, okay? Now go and search for a movie that we can watch while eating, puppy.” You noticed the light tint of pink on his cheeks. Another one that gets flustered when being called pet names. Mingi obediently nodded his head and turned around to complete the task you gave him, patiently waiting for you to finish.

Jung Wooyoung

He was trying to teach you how to play a game on his ps4 and to his surprise, you were extremely good. „Whoa! How are you so good at this, Y/N?!” He asked surprised, raising his time a bit in the process. You turned your head around to wink at him, a smirk forming on your lips. You then payed your attention back on the TV and kept on playing. For the whole time, your boyfriend cheered for you. His arms were still tightly around you tho. At some point he leaned back, since you didn’t wanted to stop playing. Of course he pulled you down with him, you now laying on top him but still having a good view at the game. He started to get bored so he closed his eyes while softly stroking your belly. When he stopped, you looked back at him, finding him sleeping. You couldn’t help but smile at him. You finished the last round of the game and turned the TV off. Since you didn’t wanted to wake him up, you just snuggled yourself on Woo and pulled the blanket on your lap higher. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep but opened them again when you felt his hand caressed your head. You tried to look at him but he stopped you by pressing you head on his chest. „Sleep. It’s late and you promised that we will go to the amusement park tomorrow.” You scoffed with a smile on your face and gave him an okay. It didn’t take long until both of you fell asleep.

Choi Jongho

„I mean, I’ve putted so much effort in this! I really don’t know why it didn’t work out. This is so unfair, like I-“ „Pshh I know Y/N, I know. Clam down. It’s not worth it to get upset about this, things like that can happen but still you can be proud of yourself because it’s such a big step to even get it done so far. It might doesn’t look like the one you wanted to creat but it’s still extremely pretty. It’s just the left arm side that’s a bit messed up but nothing too tragic, so chill. You can only do a good job when you’re relaxed and free, so take a break, okay?” You nodded your head in agreement, thank him by smiling. He then moved closer to you and hugged you from behind, the dress you were working on standing in front of you two. You worked so many hours on that dress, it costed you so much effort and yet you still messed up. It was only one damn cut. Jongho pulled you out of your working room, you still between his strong arms. „Put your shoes on. I think it’s better to go out for a walk, to get some fresh air.” You actually didn’t wanted to but I guess you have to because he sure won’t let go of you anytime soon. „Can you let go till I put them on then?” He smirkingly shook his head. „Nope, I won’t let go of you.” You rolled your eyes, trying to put your shoes on. Once you were done, the male grabbed your waist and legs, now carrying you out of your shared apartment. Oh this boy...

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