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yesimwriting · 2 months

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in ur bestfriend!felix series do you think farleigh cares for the reader even if it’s just a little bit? like we all know how he can be (#1 shit stirrer) but it really got me thinking!! i don’t think he cared much when she first started hanging out with felix he was probably like ‘whatever just another one of his charity cases’ but would that change later on when he sees how felix really does care for her and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon or ever possibly sorry for the long rant!! i was rereading and the one u wrote were he refused to let her get high because of felix made me think 😭🫶

a/n omg me and @ker0senebunny were just discussing their dynamic potential

farleigh and reader have such potential for an oddly endearing frenemy arch,, they definitely still bully each other, but they bond over gossiping and (lightly, at least in reader's case) judging others, especially after farleigh finally realizies that reader isn't another one of felix's phases

also can def see them growing a smidge protective of each other?? like if farleigh makes a mean joke about reader they laugh,, but if someone else makes it they both kind of side eye each other 😭

anyways here’s a drabble that also briefly features slightly flustered felix and socially unsure ollie

"Here." Farleigh's standing in front of your spot on the couch, arm stretched forward lazily. You blink, eyeing what looks like a joint skeptically.

Farleigh isn't quite looking at you as he continues to hold out his offering, but he isn't moving away. You extend a hand, taking it from him cautiously. Smoking tonight wasn't really a goal, but you're not exactly feeling against it.

You sit up a little straighter, mentally debating if his attempt at socializing with you is a result of the small scale setting of tonight's plans or if he's just that high. Maybe it's both. "Thought I was on weed probation."

He sighs. "Do you want it or not?"

You tilt your chin up to frown at him, "Moody."

Farleigh's eyes finally meet yours. His scleras are tinged pink, making his gaze seem far off and slightly irritated. You bring the joint to your lips out of the instinctual desire to seem amicable. Farleigh's far from your best friend, but recently, there's been an undertone of understanding in your catty comments. More like Farleigh laughing with you than at you.

He steps past your legs before sitting next to you. Not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you, but still, strange. Normally, on more low key nights like this, when it's just some of Felix's closer friends hanging around in an off campus apartment instead of a full fledged rager, Farleigh's close to the center of the action. Maybe he's more bothered by Oliver's presence than you thought.

After a beat of silence, Farleigh explains flatly, "It's different tonight." You're not sure you're following, but there's a good chance that Farleigh's high enough for it not to matter. "You're not drunk and tonight's...calmer, there's nothing for Felix to worry himself sick over."

You roll your eyes. "Felix doesn't get worried sick over me." You take another hit of the joint, pretending the gesture doesn't feel performative. "And either way, it's not his issue."

Farleigh scoffs. "Please."

"Please what?"

He leans forward, propping his head up on one elbow. "Sometimes you seem so smart, it's nice to know that in some ways you're still like a little kid."

Not the worst backhanded compliment he's ever hit you with. "Mhm."

Farleigh lets himself slump against the couch before extending a hand in your direction. A silent request. You hand him back the joint. "Oh, you're cold? Take my jacket. You're thirsty? I've already gotten you a water. You're tired? Give me a minute to say goodbye to some friends and then I'll tuck you in, lovie."

The general teasing is easy to dismiss until he tacks on Felix's favorite nickname for you. It doesn't feel right to hear it in a negative context. "Leave him alone. Felix is my friend and he's nice." You tap your fingers against your knee, body feeling much too relaxed for the annoyance that wants to break through. "It's not weird or anything."

Farleigh takes his time letting more smoke fill his lungs. "Defensive." You roll your eyes. "Look around, every girl here wishes Felix was that friendly with them." His sentence is a hint too loud for you to be comfortable. The last thing you need is for some girl to take it the wrong way and blame you for it. "His new lapdog probably feels the same."

It takes you a second longer than it should to get the reference. You're not exactly close with Oliver. He's new, and Felix really enjoys his company, but you've yet to bond with him. Something in you just hasn't been able to get there yet. Sometimes you'll see what Felix sees in him, but that isn't the same as feeling close to him. You want to like him, though, so you're sure it's only a matter of time before you click over something. Felix and you spend too much time together for it not to work out between you and Oliver eventually.

"That's mean." You turn to better face Farleigh, your shoulder sinking against the seat's cushioning at an uncomfortable angle. "Like really mean."

Part of the defense is instinctual. You're not one to make fun of people behind their backs just to act like you're friends in front of them. But it's also more than that. Felix wouldn't let anyone talk about you like that, and without him or Oliver there to fight against Farleigh's snark, it feels wrong to let that kind of thing go.

"Fine. Better analogy. Sometimes the way Oliver looks at Felix feels like he wants to be his escort, or something."

You understand what Farleigh's getting at almost immediately. There's this urge to please quality about Oliver that you can't judge him for. People want Felix to like them. People want Felix to love them. It's not a draw you'd ever fault anyone for falling for. But something about the concept of an 'escort' in this context makes you want to laugh. You bite your tongue.

Farleigh holds out the joint again. You take it back instinctually, taking a quick hit to avoid having to say anything right away. "Yeah, but isn't that everyone with Felix?"

You're not sure what the goal of your response is. A poor attempt at changing the subject and steering the conversation away from making fun of someone with no one there to defend them without alienating Farleigh entirely. It's a joke, and not a very good one, but with the way you and Farleigh start cracking up, no one would ever be able to tell.

"We're..." You try through a fit of giggles, "We're awful."

"No," Farleigh shakes his head once lazily, "Not awful. We're familial bonding."

You squint at him as he plucks the joint from between your fingers. "We're not related."

Farleigh brings the joint to his lips, taking a deep inhale. "No," he mumbles, "I'm just getting ahead of the inevitable."

It takes you a beat longer than it should to understand his reference. "Farleigh." He's smiling slightly, the look smug. "Felix and I are just friends. You know that."

His head falls against the back of the couch. "Does anyone ever get along with their in-laws?"

You steal the joint from him before letting your back hit the cushioning. "Shut up."

With your body angled forward, you can see the center of the living room. Felix is near the entrance to the kitchen, Oliver by his side.

When Felix's eyes land on yours, he grins. You smile back before finally bringing the joint back to your lips. By the time you're exhaling, you can see Felix nudging Oliver's shoulder.

"Here we go," Farleigh sighs, taking back the joint.

You ignore the comment in favor of tracking Felix's path across the room. The world parts for him, as always.

"Hi." You beam, stretching a hand forward as soon as Felix is within reach. He grabs your hand immediately, squeezing your palm against his. "Felix, Oliver."

Oliver nods once at the acknowledgement, "Hey."

Felix tugs on your arm gently. "Lovie, where've you been?" His thumb brushes against your knuckles. "Been looking for you."

"I've been here," you admit, "I was waiting for you guys to get back with everyone's drinks and then Annabel wanted to sit...and then Farleigh."

Felix nods as if you've said is something of great importance. "Farleigh treating you okay?"

Farleigh tilts his head, halfheartedly glaring at Felix. You grin. "Yeah, we're just chatting."

"Chatting," he muses, looking between you and Farleigh. Before you can respond, Felix is moving to sit, taking up the last of the couch's remaining space. He looks up at Oliver, noting the lack of room for a fourth person. Felix squeezes our hand. "Sit with me?"

You nod, instantly understanding what he's getting at. You're sure Farleigh will hold you leaving your spot to give Oliver the opportunity to sit next to him against you, but there's not much else you can do, so you stand.

Felix is pulling you towards him before you can fully register the fact that you're standing. You frown, an attempt at a wordless scolding. He beams at you, the picture of affectionate innocence.

As soon as you're sitting on his lap, he's setting one hand on your knee and the other on your shoulder. Felix is always warm in the same way. There's a soothingness to it, a familiarity that you can always trust.

Oliver doesn't move until Felix's hand drifts away from your leg to pat the now open spot on the couch. Farleigh leans back slightly to make it easier to throw you a look that seems to say that Oliver's proving his earlier point.

You don't generally find Farleigh's snideness funny. You're not in the habit at laughing at his comments or behaving differently in hopes of winning him over. But, there's something about the solidarity of the look paired with your high. You laugh.

"What?" Felix asks, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder.

You shake your head. "Nothing." A pinch of guilt nips at you. "I'm--I'm high."

"Could tell." Felix grins, dipping his head forward to press a kiss against the start of your back. "Farleigh's a terrible influence, hard to imagine what the two of you were up to before me and Ollie got here."

Maybe it's the lingering guilt, or maybe it's because Oliver's been almost completely silent since he got here and you know what it's like to be that person. You don't know what it is, but something makes you want to look over at Oliver. "Don't know, what do you think we were up to, Oliver?"

"Oh," he starts, tapping a finger against the edge of his solo cup as if something about your sudden attention startled him. "Up to no good, 'm sure."

You smile. Oliver and you may not be close, but at least he doesn't have an issue with carrying on a bit. Some of Felix's friends do. The first time Felix left you alone at one of these things, you made the mistake of making a joke in front of a girl who just stared at you.

"Little faith," you accuse with a shake of your head that indicates a disappointment your smile doesn't match.

"We were talking about inevitability."

Felix turns his head to look at Farleigh, "And what's inevitable?"

Your nails press into the skin of your leg. Some instinct tells you to beat Farleigh to the punch. "Oh, our wedding, apparently."

Felix tenses. "Wh--what?"

"To Farleigh," you clarify as quickly as possible, "I promise I'm not planning on proposing any time soon, so you can relax."

His hand finds your knee again. "Right," Felix sighs through a dry laugh, "Cause I--" Felix pauses, his forehead falling to your shoulder. "Farleigh...he'll say anything when high, it's..." He scoffs.

You turn your head with no warning. Felix's head slips off your shoulder. He pouts. "So the thought of being married to me is that bad?"

"No." He stretches out the vowel sound in an attempt to buy himself some time. "I--" He leans in closer, eyes flitting away from you and towards your lap. "I didn't--not like--"

You laugh. "I'm making fun of you, Lex." His skin is still slightly flushed, a pink tinge to his cheeks that's almost masked by the low lighting. "Y'can relax."

Felix's lips part in mock offense. "Lovie." He leans his head forward, hiding his face against the side of your neck.

You giggle, lifting a hand to brush your fingers through his hair. "I know, I'm mean."

"Very." He's quiet for a moment, head resting against you even though the angle can't be comfortable. "It wouldn't be bad." Felix whispers the sentence so quickly and quietly you almost feel like you've imagined them.

Before you can respond, Felix lifts his head slightly, setting his chin back on your shoulder. "Me and Ollie were talking about leaving early, watching that movie you rented." He squeezes your arm, the gesture warm. "If you want to."

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds fun."

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saeist · 11 months

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sae has always been private about his life.

whether you were his long time teammate or the press (that he despises so much), you still won't be able to name a handful of things about him.

privacy is something that means so much to sae as he is someone who is always out in the spotlight, cameras and eyes always ogling him and watching his every move when he's out

so that could only mean that your relationship with the midfielder superstar is private. it's private, but it's not a secret. or at least the media or his teammates, hell, everyone around him (including his own manager) doesn't know who you are.

sae would just post a vague picture of your one of many secret little dates. he would literally just post like the table or like the scenery if you two were at the beach or something.

it isn't much but its enough to keep the media fed for awhile on what's going on sae's life behind closed doors

what the people don't know is that you, his significant other, is also well acquainted with the team. as you were their team manager.

that would only mean that you and sae publicly (or at least to the team) interact with each other. just on a professional level. although when sae can't help himself, he does occasionally intentionally brush his fingers against your hand when you give him his towel or water bottle.

it's also the same with your lingering stares when you monitor the team during practice matches.

i mean it's not that anyone would notice either way. you were supposed to look after them at the end of the day.

currently the team was practicing hard for the upcoming match with blue lock. that meant more hours in the training facilities and more time monitoring their status

if we were being honest, you were quite a looker. the team themselves would flirt with you in broad daylight. so much that sometimes aiku couldn't help himself that he has to announce to the whole world that they have a "hot and beautiful manager"

now the question remains of how you managed to bag the sae itoshi. but if sae was being 100% truthful to himself, the question should've been how did sae manage to bag YOU.

there could be so many ways on you and the red head midfielder got together but it just boils down to the fact that you two are so much alike. as corny as it sounds it was like you found your other puzzle piece and vice versa.

you didn't manage to annoy sae with just standing there and it was nice to see some fresh air with the fact you didn't literally did everything in your power as a team manger to get close to him as some previous team managers used to do (at least to him)

and not that sae would admit it (it would hurt his pride) but it did sting a little when his little super star charm didn't work shit on you. you just carried on your manager duties and tended to everyone the same. no special treatment what-so-ever

sae liked the fact you were the first one to initiate this private relationship especially to the team as he was also on the same boat. he wasn't the type to boast his new girlfriend to the team so sae does not mind one bit that your relationship with him is kept under the rug.

as cocky as he is, he absolutely loves the thrill and adrenaline he gets when he is sure that no one is watching, he loves the shared kisses in secluded places like the hallways, your office, hell even in the infirmary. it's the little moments like that makes your relationship exciting

but just like the good things in your relationship, there were also bad ones.

the one thing that sae hates the most is that his own oblivious teammates like to flirt with you right in front of him. he himself is not sure whether or not they were just messing around but something in him just wants to shut them all up at once for good by just kissing you right in front of them.

especially aiku and sendou who can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

the gruesome practice finally ends for the day and all players (minus sae who stayed behind to practice more of his passes) were now on their way back to their own places. you still weren't finished with your daily paperwork about the team's progress so you also stayed behind

"you should finish up soon, i'm almost done typing today's paperwork" you tell your boyfriend who was sweaty as hell. wiping his sweat with his shirt, exposing his toned abdomen for you to see. (it's one of his ways to tease you while you were working. what an ass!)

sae doesn't say anything which was weird because during times like this, he would be the one to strike up conversations as there is no one else in the vicinity besides the two of you. one of your rare moments together during work

"sae?"

"i heard you the first time" he grumbles, grabbing the ball and tossing it to the nearby storage room. you stopped typing and eyed him from your laptop. why was he giving you attitude all of a sudden?

sae silently changes from his sweaty jersey to a new fresh dry-fit shirt and plops down beside you. he watches you finish up what seems to be individual reports about each player before you closed your laptop and leaned back on your chair, stretching your tired limbs after a long day of work.

you don't like how silent he has been so you turn to look at him with raised eyebrows. your silent way of asking him what's wrong

sae shrugs and motions you to lean on him, to which you happily oblige. he wraps an arm around your neck before pulling you in for a messy kiss.

"ew you're sweaty" you tease, giggling as you pull away. sae could only huff as his response before leaning his head on top of yours.

"i don't like how they flirt with you" sae casually brings up, breaking the silence between the two of you. you give him a puzzled look and observed his face in case there was a follow up to that vague statement.

there you noticed the slight hurt? jealousy? something you can't pinpoint in his eyes.

not that you would ever tell this to him but his eyes were always something you look at when he's talking to you as they express the emotions he was really feeling. so this time, his eyes tell you that he feels hurt by the whole ordeal

you grab his hand and intertwine them with yours. "do you want to announce our relationship to the team?" you start fiddling with his slender fingers

sae tightens his grip on your hand and stays silent. you take that as a yes that for the sake of his peace of mind, you will finally get to announce your relationship with him to the team.

"okay, i'll tell them" you smiled softly at your now pouting boyfriend. "let's go home"

the next day rolls in and practice was still gruesome as usual but during the first break of the day, sendou decided it would be the day to ask you out on a date in front of the entire u20 team. in front of sae itoshi too.

you were currently tending to sae who asked for some salonpas and his water bottle when aiku coughs to get your attention.

"hey y/n" aiku calls, a little too loud for your liking if you were being honest. you hum in response as you were busy applying salonpas on his shoulders

"my ace over here has something to say" aiku giddily says before pushing sendou to you, pushing sae out of the way unintentionally

sae's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets when he watches the scene of sendou casually pulling out a single rose from what seems like under his jersey unfold before his very eyes.

you sat there, a salonpas in hand, dumbfounded at the gesture. aiku is cackling in the background as you listen to sendou recite a love poetry that he made for you

sendou takes your free hand before going down on one knee, "y/n, our beloved, beautiful, manager, will you go out on a date with m–" before sendou could even finish his sentence, a soccer ball comes flying straight to his head.

the whole field turns silent from the recent turn of events.

sendou whips his head towards the perpetrator, "who the fu-"

"she's taken" sae flatly says, walking over to you and giving you a big ol' kiss in front of the whole team. after he pulls away, he purposely stares deep into sendou's eyes. "i'll be the one to take you out on a date"

sendou could only wince at what sae just said. his dignity long gone. aiku didn't help either with the way he was now laughing his fucking ass off to the point he was deadass on the ground crying, holding in his stomach

"sae, you're scaring them" you scold your boyfriend, swatting his face away. sae simply rolls his eyes and purses his lips. "okay everyone, back to practice you boys go" you ushered, promptly removing sae's arm off your shoulders.

sae pouts but it quickly disappears when he suddenly calls out to sendou, again

"oh yeah and hey sendou?" he calls, sendou stops in his tracks and slowly faces the midfielder. "next time, go ask someone who's in your own league. you gravure idol-loving brat" with that, sae runs up to you and gives you a little kiss on the cheek before running back to the field to resume practice

sendou could only mumble words under his breath before aiku drags him away (while still laughing of course) now the only thing sendou needs to take care right now is the upcoming face off challenges for today's practice but from sae's aura, it seems like he's dead meat.

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writer-in-theory · 1 year

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A Cat Named Eddie — part one

part one part two part three

Steve didn't mean to adopt a cat.

The little guy was sitting on the back patio by the pool, just staring. He was a black cat, perched on the ledge of the pool.

"Where did you come from?" Steve asked when the cat didn't spook. It just watched him, head tilting to the side a little when he got closer. There was no collar on it, nothing to signify that he belonged to anyone. He was dirty enough to suggest he was a stray and too thin around his middle. "Do you have anyone to take care of you?"

The cat blinked.

"Yeah, me either," Steve chuckled gently, reaching out to pet his head. The cat was apprehensive at first, pulling his head back and staring at Steve with wide yellow eyes. "Right, we gotta get to know each other first. Well come on, it's warmer inside, and I have food."

Steve wasn't sure if the cat would listen, but he seemed okay enough with the idea to follow Steve inside the house after all. He stayed close by Steve's ankles, not quite touching. "Food, food," Steve hissed, beginning to open up every cabinet for something that might be cat-friendly. "Oh! Cats eat fish, right? You want some tuna?"

Another blink.

"That looks like a yes to me, big guy," Steve laughed, decided to plate up a portion of a can of tuna.

The cat dug in immediately, even being so enthusiastic about the food that he let Steve sit down beside him and pet along his back. After the food was gone, the cat walked over and plopped down on the ground beside Steve, paw reaching out to grab onto his hand.

"Oh, more love?" Steve obliged, scratching at the cat's ear until he heard a gentle purr coming from it. "See, it's not so bad. You can trust me."

This was silly. What he should be doing is taking it to the nearest shelter, letting them know that it was sitting outside without any sign of belonging to anyone. He shouldn't be feeding it, petting it, oh, letting its sweet little head rest on his thigh while it slept—

"Guess I better get some supplies tomorrow, huh? You wanna stick around here?" Steve sighed, a smile worming its way onto his face as the cat relaxed against him. "You can stay. We'll take care of each other. Now you just need a name."

Eddie's pretty sure he's going crazy.

It starts with pretty innocuous questions from the kids when Steve comes to pick them up from D&D night. "Hey, how's Eddie doing?" Max asked when Steve got out of his car, standing by the open driver's side door as if to signal he needed to take off quickly.

It's odd that Max would ask Steve that when Eddie was standing right there, but he doesn't question it.

"Steve! Is Eddie settling in okay?" That's Dustin. It's been weird after the Upside Down, having been cleared of the murder charges but still not welcomed back into the hearts of the Hawkins people (though he's not sure he ever really had a spot there to begin with). It's nice for the kids to be worried about him, but again, Steve Harrington doesn't really seem like the most knowledgeable party in the room. Sometimes, though, it's easier not to ask questions and go with it, especially with this band of hooligans.

"Did you see Steve with Eddie yesterday? He was dancing around with him, it was the sweetest thing."

Eddie didn't know if Nancy saw something that he didn't, but he's fairly certain he did not get to dance with Steve yesterday. The thought alone had him curling a bit of his hair around his finger, eyes staring at the table distractedly. The thought of having that strong body pressed against his, so close he could feel Steve's heart beating as quickly as his own, hands wrapped up in each other as they swung to whatever gentle music Steve liked to play when everyone was around.

He wished.

But it's the day he walks into Family Video and overhears Robin's conversation with Steve that does it.

"Have you gotten Eddie to sit in your lap yet?"

What.

Eddie ducks behind one of the shelves before they can see him, determined to hear what Steve has to say about it. He wouldn't call it eavesdropping, per say, especially since the conversation is about him. He has a right to hear!

"No, he'll always sit right next to me instead," Steve sighs dramatically, and Eddie can practically envision the way Steve must be draped over the center counter. "I tried to pick him up yesterday and the little fucker bit me."

Now there's a thought. Eddie could think of a few things he'd like to bite o—

"But he did sleep in bed with me! Slept right on my chest until I fell asleep. I call that progress."

Now that's just cruel. Did Steve know how many nights he'd idly thought about the same thing? How many times he'd laid on his thin pillow and wished it was Steve's fucking ex-jock pecs holding him up? Was it all some joke, a way to tease Eddie after finding out about his crush on him?

Shit, that was it. Steve wouldn't do that, right?

Except.

Except Eddie can vividly remember the day when Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan got together, and Steve had been so relentless in his teasing that even Eddie felt some amount of sympathy for the pair. That ended the second the two turned their anger toward the freaks and geeks of the school, of course, but it had existed for a brief moment if only because of Steve Harrington's ability to hurt when he wanted to.

Well two could play at that game. If Steve thought this was funny, spreading rumors and rubbing it in Eddie's face that he couldn't have him, well, he'd show him just what he was missing.

Eddie's heart races as he grabs the nearest movie case, sidling up to the counter and trying to act like he wasn't bothered by anything he'd heard.

"Hey, Harrington," Eddie smirks, dropping the case onto the counter in a move that he hopes screamed cool, cool, cool.

Steve raises an eyebrow, grabbing the movie and beginning to process of letting him rent it. "Can't Buy Me Love? Didn't think you were the RomCom kind of guy."

"I'm not," Eddie laughs. This could not be more perfect. He hasn't seen the movie, but he's overheard Nancy telling the plot of it to Robin in an attempt to get a date out of her. The universe must be on his side for once, urging him to remind Steve that he wasn't the only person who knew how to hurt. "My date insisted. I don't really get it though. Why Dempsey would give up everything for the pretty popular one is above me."

"It's a cheesy movie, but the plot has some p—"

"I mean they're all the same anyway. Perfect little airheads using daddy's money to make friends. Sure Amanda Peterson's character has the looks, but what else does she have, really?"

Steve stands stock-still, hazel eyes focused intently on the movie case. He seems so unbothered by the whole thing, carrying on with grabbing the cash Eddie'd slid over the counter.

"I mean, she's a perfect representation of all those sporty types, isn't she? She expects any freak out there to just want her because she's cool, like we can't all see right through the bullshit." That one felt like shards on Eddie's tongue, remembering the night Steve had told him about the Halloween party, about the public humiliation he's suffered and all the heartbreak that came after. Still, nothing could hurt quite so bad as hearing Steve mocking him, telling everyone they knew that Eddie was doing all of these things he could only dream of doing. It was a sick joke, one that deserved only the best retaliation.

Eddie could only relish in the shocked look on Steve's face, one he's sure matched his own when he heard Eddie and lap in the same sentence. "I'm sure it'll still be a decent movie though," Eddie finishes with a little smile, picking the case back up.

Steve hadn't stopped staring. His lips finally close back together, eyebrows drawn tightly as he considers Eddie. "Have a fun date then, Munson," Steve says, and Eddie nods his agreeance.

"Have a fun night too, Harrington."

He doesn't stop at Robin's loud shout of indignation. He doesn't stop for anything, continuing to his van until he can no longer see Steve's face.

( i'm so sorry part two coming soon )

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roosterforme · 8 months

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Always Ever Only You Part 10 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Does absence make the heart grow fonder or more frustrated? You and Bradley aren't quite sure where you stand with each other, and you're both apprehensive about how it will feel to open up communication again. And while it's hard for you to stop blaming yourself, Bradley is becoming aware of all the ways he hasn't done enough.

Warnings: Angst, swearing

Length: 5400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley picked at his dinner for the third night in a row. He sat between Nat and Bob, and both of them clearly knew something was wrong. But Bradley hadn't been able to talk about it. What was he supposed to say, anyway? Admit that he had been acting like sex with his wife was a chore? Tell them that he had made you cry the night you got promoted? Disclose that you had slept on the bathroom floor to get away from him? Announce he was that asshole who got his sperm tested without telling you?

As if that wasn't enough, Bradley could still hear the hurt in your voice when you yelled at him about the test results in the kitchen at home. The memory of it caused him a physical pain in his chest. It was an ache that he knew would be there until you spoke to him again. If you spoke to him again.

"Pass the salt?" Bob asked softly, and Bradley did it automatically and without any emotion. It wasn't Bob's fault that things went down so badly at home. And it wasn't Nat's fault either. But he could barely look at them or talk to them, and he knew he was going to need to start. Because whatever this mission brought, all of them would be doomed with Bradley in this kind of headspace.

He cleared his throat and said, "This meatloaf is pretty good."

"It's okay," Nat replied. "Nothing's as good as what your wife makes. Think you can talk her into another dinner party when we get home?"

He could only grunt in response before he had to cover his eyes with one hand.

"Hey," Nat whispered, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "You're kind of scaring us, Soul Sister. Wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head. "Not in the middle of the mess hall, but thanks, Nat."

"Maybe later? We can sit in the lounge and eat all the candy I brought."

Bradley had to close his eyes against the pain he felt over being an inadequate husband. But he loved his best friend, and he knew he'd probably feel better if he confided in her. "I'll think about it."

Just when he started poking at his dinner again, three young aviators sat down on the other side the table, the biggest one directly across from Bradley. "Hey, old timers," he said in an annoying accent that immediately reminded him of Jake. So these must be the young recruits out of Lemoore. The hotshots that all the admirals were talking about. Bradley just wanted to poke at his food and think about his wife. He didn't really feel like babysitting right now.

"Hi," Bob responded cheerily, and the three of them laughed. Bradley wanted to tell Bob not to engage with them, but it was too late. The big one, who introduced himself as Slayer, was subtly making fun of Bob's glasses, and Bradley's nerves were already too frayed.

"Hey, Nat, how about we hang out in the lounge now," he said as he stood with his mostly uneaten tray of dinner. Bradley was exhausted, all he wanted was to be able to fix things with you, and training was starting early tomorrow morning. And he needed to get away from these morons as soon as possible.

Nat and Bob stood, and followed him to get rid of their trash and trays. "I didn't think you'd actually take me up on my offer so soon. Usually you need a full week to stew in your feelings before you say anything."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "I didn't like the way Slayer was talking to Bob. You know he was making fun of you right? He literally said he'd never fly with a WSO in glasses," he said.

"Oh. Yeah. I know," Bob replied in an even tone. "Doesn't much matter. I don't have to fly with him. I get to fly with Phoenix. And I always pass my eye exams."

Bradley was in a constant state of inner panic right now. He didn't understand how his two friends could be as calm as they were. Nat was listing off all the candy she had brought with her while Bob nodded placidly and told her that Starbursts were his guilty pleasure. Meanwhile Bradley couldn't decide if he wanted to cry or jump into the ocean. When he thought about you back at home in the craftsman with Tramp, it was hard for him to breathe. You were forgiving, patient and caring, but he wasn't so sure he deserved any of those things from you right now.

The three of them stopped by Nat's bunk to get some of the candy, but after Bob snagged a few Starbursts, he turned away from the lounge.

"You're not coming?" Nat asked.

"Nah," Bob replied as he unwrapped a candy. "I'll turn in early. Good night."

Bradley just shook his head. Even though he'd be up all night, typing up email drafts to you on his phone without any wi-fi, at least Bob didn't snore. So he could be miserable in his bed with some peace and quiet.

"Come on," Nat told him, wrapping her smaller hand around the crook of his elbow and guiding him down the dim, gray corridor toward the lounge. "You'll feel better after we talk."

"I don't know," he replied, swallowing past the pain he felt. When he got into the lounge, he flopped down on his back on the narrow couch, leaving a tiny bit of room for Nat to sit next to his head. "I fucked up."

"I'm assuming by just how fucking miserable you look that something happened with your wife?" She opened a package of Twizzlers and handed him a few strands.

"We were trying to have a baby," he said softly as he spun the silicone ring around on his finger. It felt weird. It looked weird. He didn't really like it. He missed his gold band that he left at home with you. But this one would be safer; that's why he ordered it with all of his deployment supplies from Amazon. And if anything happened to him, you'd at least have his wedding ring.

"Yeah," Nat replied, shoving some gummy worms into her mouth. "I know. You already told me that. You're glued to your wife most of the time anyway. If you have a baby, you'll be insufferable."

"I don't know if she'll let me touch her again let alone have sex."

She paused with more worms in her hand and looked down at him. "Bradshaw, what the hell did you do?"

He rubbed his hand over his face and took a deep breath. "I think I put too much pressure on her. On both of us. We've been trying for five cycles, and I know when her period is due and when she's ovulating...and I realize how bad that sounds when I say it out loud. Because yeah...I kept talking about it nonstop at home. I ruined her fucking promotion night, Nat."

"Oh," she whispered. "You made her feel like she only serves one purpose for you."

"Fuck," he moaned, covering his eyes with his bicep, his Baby Girl paper airplane tattoo pressed to his face. Nat was completely right. In one short sentence, she put all of his wild, rambling thoughts into perspective for him. That was exactly what he had been doing. And when he thought he was being helpful, all he was really doing was reminding you of what wasn't happening. "Nat, I had my sperm tested, and I didn't tell her. She found the paperwork with the results."

She gasped, and he immediately felt a million times worse. He had disappointed his wife, and now his best friend was disgusted with him on your behalf. "Why?" she demanded, tossing the candy bags aside and tugging on him until he was sitting up. "Why didn't you tell her?"

"Fuck, Nat. I thought it would be helpful information to have, you know? If there was something wrong with me, then we could talk to a doctor right away."

"There's nothing wrong with you, is there?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"No," he replied softly, looking at the floor. "And then I didn't want to tell her about it. But she saw the paper, and she blamed herself for everything. Which I somehow knew was exactly what was going to happen. And I should have just fucking told her I was thinking about getting the testing done!"

When he turned to look at his best friend, her eyes looked sad, and her lips were set in a frown. "Oh, Rooster. You're such an idiot."

"I know that!" he snapped back. "I don't need you to say it!"

"Yes, you do," she replied calmly. "You need me to say it. You should have come to me with this weeks ago. Next time you have a dumbass thought, like how you're going to jerk off into a cup and not tell your wife about it, you come talk to me. We'll sort it out."

"I don't know how to fix this. We could barely even look at each other when I left." He closed his eyes and added, "And now I'm here, and she's there."

"What's more important to you? Having a child or loving your wife?"

Whether or not Nat really needed to hear what his answer to that question was, the words made him so physically sick, he had to stand up and walk around the room. "If she's not happy, then nothing else matters," he managed around the tightness in his throat. "It's not worth it. Nothing else is worth it if she's not happy with me."

"Then I think you need to start with that and work from there," Nat told him, standing and wrapping him in a hug.

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You skipped work on Monday. You didn't call in. You didn't tell anyone. You just didn't go. You just stayed in bed most of the day with Bradley's wedding ring and a sinking feeling in your heart. Your parents called you on Monday night, probably to see how you were doing without Bradley at home, but you couldn't answer their call. And you weren't honestly sure if things were better or worse without him here. All you knew was you didn't want to go back to work, because you couldn't stop crying.

But on Tuesday morning, you felt more angry than sad, and that seemed to be the motivation you needed to take a shower. You vigorously scrubbed at your Rooster tattoo until the skin felt fresh and raw. Then you dressed in your uniform and headed out. You hadn't eaten anything since before Bradley left, but it didn't matter.

You couldn't even decide if you wanted to talk to him or not. He could call you tomorrow, or it could be weeks before you heard from him. But you kept your phone on you just like you always did when he was away. The sickening feeling of what if washed over you. What if something happened, and they needed to reach you. What if Bradley was injured again. What if you never got a chance to talk to him again.

As you made your way to your lab, you already had tears in your eyes. By shutting each other out, you and your husband had only made things worse. You had to stop thinking about him. He probably wasn't even thinking about you at all. His goodbye speech was echoing in your mind, and you could just picture his ring on your nightstand.

"Fuck," you croaked as you sat down in your usual seat. You thought you were alone, but then you heard Cat's voice behind you.

"Something wrong?"

"No," you muttered, wiping at your eyes. "I'm fine." You didn't even bother to turn and face her, but a second later, she was pulling her chair closer to you than she normally sat. Great. "I told you I was fine."

"Yeah," she replied casually. "And I heard you. But you're terrible at lying. You're too nice to be able to pull it off. Where were you yesterday?"

You stared straight ahead and took a few deep breaths. You weren't feeling particularly nice these days, and you weren't too fond of the way Cat had been treating Jake. Your heart rate was up. The desire to hurt someone, to make them feel miserable like you did, was pulsing through your body.

"You know what, Cat?" you asked, turning in your seat to face her. You got to watch her neutral expression melt away as you said, "Maybe we should cut the shit."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, very subtly moving away from you. That should have been you cue to cool yourself down, but you just couldn't.

"I'm talking about the way you're treating Jake like he's trash. Did you make out with him in secret again yesterday? Turn him down for another date?"

"I can't go out with him," she snapped back. "I can't have him around Jeremiah. He's exactly like what I left behind in Maryland."

"You like him!" you nearly shouted.

"Of course I do," she replied, dark eyes flashing. "But not seriously. He'd be a terrible fit for me now. He's a womanizer. I know he's your friend, but why can't you see that?"

"He wants to change! And he'd probably just adore Jeremiah!" you insisted with narrowed eyes. "For some unknown reason, he really likes you, even though you and your Uncle Hondo are putting him through the fucking ringer!"

Your fists were clenched, and it felt so good to be upset about something other than your relationship with Bradley. But you watched Cat's expression turn to panic.

"You know about Hondo?" she asked softly.

You laughed darkly. "Are you referring to the fact that he's your uncle? Or that he's been giving Jake extra push ups and laps around the hangars as extra punishments for weeks now?"

Her lips parted, and she looked like she was going to be sick. "He saw us. He must have."

"Yeah, no shit. I saw you, too, remember? You're not doing a very good job of hiding the fact that you think Jake is good enough for you to lead him on physically but not good enough to have dinner with him."

"Uncle Bernie is trying to scare Jake away. Because Jake is exactly like Chris, and he doesn't want me to get hurt again. I didn't know-" she started, but you cut her off.

"Well now you do. And if you truly don't give a flying fuck about Jake, then let him rot out there on the tarmac, doing a million extra push ups every day instead of eating lunch. But if you care about him even a little bit, please stop leading him on. Just tell him you're not going to date him once and for all, and tell Hondo to knock it off!"

Cat turned toward her computer and went silent for the rest of the morning. Which was fine with you. There was a lot to catch up on since you skipped work yesterday. There was no point in going to lunch since Bradley was gone. And if you did go, you'd just end up arguing with Jake. So instead you pretended to do some work while you thought about how many things needed to change between you and Bradley until you made yourself nauseous.

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"Before we get started today, I'd like to just take a moment to point out that our fresh recruits from Lemoore have been doing an excellent job both in the air and in the classroom," Admiral Dean announced to the room full of aviators. Bradley rolled his eyes as Slayer and his buddies sat up a little straighter. "You're really earning the spotlight," he told them before continuing with some of the mission details.

Admiral Dean had been showing favoritism to the group from Lemoore all week, and Bradley cringed knowing he had seven more weeks of this to go. He didn't want to be here. His mind kept wandering back to San Diego. Back to you.

After a week away, he didn't even know where you and he stood. He felt numb. Desensitized. Almost like nothing could hurt him or fix him except you. Were you sleeping and eating well? Were you worried about him? Was there any way you could forgive him for the way he'd behaved and the things he'd said? Did you even want to?

It was a good thing he already had these mission parameters memorized; two teams would be working in tandem to eliminate a communications tower and a newly constructed military base. He knew it by heart, and now all he could think about was what he wanted to tell you if you accepted a call from him. He'd been talking to Nat all week, and it was clear to Bradley now that you should be his top priority. Not a baby, not having sex to try to get pregnant. Just you.

But there was so much he wanted to say to you, and he was afraid he was going to stumble over his words and just make things worse. It could be another week or two before he was allowed access to an iPad anyway. He'd put his name in to try to get chosen for an early FaceTime slot, but there were no guarantees.

"Bradshaw, Trace, Floyd," barked Admiral Dean. "Get out to your aircrafts to run some practice formations. And try to keep up with the rest."

"Yes, sir," Bradley managed to say with a perfect salute when really all we wanted to do was flip this guy the bird and then hijack an iPad for the rest of the day.

"You look so distracted," Nat whispered as they exited the classroom.

"I just need to talk to her," he replied softly. "If I can just have a real conversation with her and tell her how I feel, I think I'll be able to focus."

She nodded. "I know. I already told you that if I get selected first, you can trade time slots with me."

He just nodded, because the tightness in his throat made him more than a little nervous for how he was about to perform in the air for Admiral Dean and the other officers. Once they were all out on deck, the sun was way too hot, and Bradley could feel the sweat trickling down his back. He handed his helmet to Nat for a second so he could remove his silicone ring and wipe the sweat from his hand.

"Whoa, wait. Are you two old timers married to each other?" asked Slayer's large and annoying buddy. From the font emblazoned across his helmet, his call sign was Charmer. Oh, the irony.

"No, dumbass," Nat replied coolly. "Flying together would be disallowed according to the misconduct handbook."

Charmer looked confused by her words, and Bradley wanted to laugh. But now Slayer was referring to Bob as "four eyes" which made him want to punch something.

"How can I guarantee that you can see correctly in the air?" Slayer asked him. "I shouldn't even have to fly with you at all."

"Oh," Bob said with a good natured chuckle. "My corrective lenses make it possible for me to see just perfectly. I passed my eye exams last month."

But Slayer just snickered. "The only thing worse than flying with a guy who can't see is flying with a woman."

Bradley was about to take his helmet back from Nat when he felt his hands curl into fists. Suddenly it seemed like he had nothing to lose by leveling these assholes.

"You need to learn some fucking manners and put some respect on her name," Bradley growled closing in on Slayer.

But the other man didn't back down at all. "I'm sure Phoenix here can't fly for shit, but at least she's alright to look at. I'll bet your wife is a dog, old man."

That was it. Bradley was actually going to be dishonorably discharged from the navy for fistfighting another officer. But just as Bob managed to kind of wedge his arms between their bodies, Admiral Dean started calling for everyone to get in their aircrafts.

"Woof woof," Slayer called with a laugh as he strutted away. He sounded like a fucking child. He essentially was a fucking child. But Bradley still had to fight the desire to pound his face in.

"You need to relax," Nat hissed. "Dean already has it out for us, and you'll just make it worse."

"I know," Bradley growled, putting his helmet on. "But he insulted both of you."

"Bob and I are used to it, Rooster. You need to tuck your feelings way down deep inside until later tonight. I'll get out more candy and can you lay on the couch in the lounge and mope. But now is not the time!"

His friend was absolutely right. He needed to chill. So Bradley tried to clear his mind of all extraneous material, keeping only the mission details and his perfect wife at the forefront.

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On Saturday evening, you managed to call your parents back. They sounded concerned when you lied and told them that you had a migraine and you were going to try to catch up on sleep for the rest of the weekend. You tried to engage in conversation for a few minutes more, but as soon as your mom mentioned future grandkids, you had to end the call.

The throbbing pain in your heart just wouldn't go away. You missed Bradley. It hurt to breathe as you curled up in bed wearing your husband's UVA shirt with Tramp next to you.

Jake kept texting you constantly, trying to see where you were. He tried calling a few times today, but you were ignoring him pretty successfully. Maybe you could just take some melatonin and pass out until tomorrow afternoon.

As you climbed out of bed to dig around in your nightstand, a thought occurred to you. Had Bradley left you anything this time? You'd been too consumed by your wayward thoughts to even register that maybe there was something in here for you. When you opened the drawer, you sank all the way down onto your knees on the floor.

There was a pretty, professionally bound album with one of your wedding photos on the cover. You and Bradley on the beach. He was looking at you like he couldn't believe you were real, and his fingers were resting gently on the side of your neck.

You had to squeeze your eyes closed against the tears, because you could remember that moment perfectly. You could almost feel the weight of his hands on your body and hear his voice. When you reached into the drawer to remove the album, a tiny paper airplane that was tucked in the corner fell out of it.

Thanks for the memories, Baby Girl.

You couldn't stop crying. There were photos from when you were dating and the day he bought the craftsman. There were photos of Tramp and some from the Hard Deck. There was one of you at the beach just before a crashing wave soaked you through your clothing. There were some with your parents and some at Goose and Carole's gravesite. And he had chosen the most beautiful wedding and honeymoon photos as well. Everything was in order, and they were all perfect. And each one had a handwritten sentence or two underneath.

I can't believe how beautiful you are.

How did I get this lucky?

Let's stay together forever. That's all I want.

You are my perfect wife.

You were laying flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling with tears leaking from your eyes when you heard your doorbell ring. "Fuck," you gasped as you sobbed. Tramp launched himself off the bed and ran through the living room barking up a storm.

They would go away. Whoever it was would just leave when nobody opened the door. But then the pounding started. "Angel! It's me! I see your car in the driveway."

You didn't want to talk to Jake right now. You didn't want to talk to anyone right now. You just wanted to look at the album of photos from your husband and wonder what he meant by Thanks for the memories, Baby Girl.

"I brought my spare key from Rooster, and I'm about to use it," he called through the door. Even Tramp's barks had turned to a pathetic whimper by this point, so you just got yourself up off the floor.

You almost made it to the door by the time Jake was opening it. And then he took one look at you, softly closed it behind him, and wrapped his arms around you.

"Oh, Angel," he crooned as you sobbed and shook against him. "What the hell happened?"

"Everything," you cried, burying your face in his shirt. "I don't know."

Carefully and very slowly, he guided you toward the couch as he told you that it would all be okay. But you didn't believe him. And when he suggested you sit down while he got you something to drink, you shook your head.

"Okay," he whispered, keeping his arms tight around you, holding you in the middle of the living room. You had no idea how long it took until you were able to stand on your own again, but when you finally pulled your face away from his shoulder and met his eyes, he looked very concerned.

You just sniffed and wiped at your tears as he kissed your forehead. "You ready to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, and you just shrugged in response. You knew that as soon as you started talking, you'd be sobbing again. "You ready for some tea and a snack?"

This time you nodded and plopped down onto the couch with Tramp at your feet. You could hear Jake opening and closing the kitchen cupboards, looking for mugs and tea bags. But it felt nice to have someone in your house with you, so you curled up against the throw pillow and took some deep breaths. When he set down some cheese and crackers next to a mug of hot tea, you realized you hadn't eaten all day. Your stomach growled with hunger, and then you thought you might be sick.

He sat next to you and blew on his own mug of tea. "Figured you hadn't eaten dinner," he mused, petting Tramp on the head.

"I haven't eaten all day," you whispered, reaching for your own mug.

Jake gave you an appraising look. "I think it's time to tell me what's wrong."

You tried to sip your tea, but it was too hot. "You already know I can't seem to get pregnant," you said with an awkward shrug. "It's the only thing Bradley wants, and I can't get it right."

"Angel. That's not the only thing he wants," Jake insisted, but your eyes were blurry with tears again.

"Just because he'd never admit to it doesn't mean it's not true," you whispered.

"He'd never admit to it, because it's not true. Jesus, do you hear yourself? Trying to talk in circles to reach an incorrect conclusion?" he asked, shaking his head. "Bradley would walk through fire for you. He would tame a lion, or defy the laws of physics or some shit."

You snorted in spite of yourself. But then you admitted to Jake that Bradley had gotten his sperm tested behind your back. And you told him the things he had said recently that made you cry yourself to sleep.

"He's just stupid," Jake insisted. "Doesn't mean he loves you less because you're not pregnant. Yet. Just give it a few more months. And it sounds like you both want the exact same thing, and you both want to find a way to blame yourself so the other one can be let off the hook."

"Huh." You hadn't really thought about it that way. The self blame crept in every day for you. But maybe that was part of the reason why Bradley gave a sperm sample. Blaming yourself was easier than blaming the person you loved.

Then Jake asked, "Did you skip lunch all week? I saved you a seat every day. I saw Maria, and I asked if you'd been eating with her."

You looked at him and knew you couldn't lie. "I haven't really had an appetite since Bradley left."

"Have you been avoiding the dining hall because of me?"

Maybe you had been a little bit. You didn't want to go down there knowing you wouldn't see Bradley, not with the way you left things. But you felt like things with Jake were a little off kilter too. "I don't know. Maybe."

He sat in silence for a minute before reaching for the plate of cheese and crackers and holding it out to you. With a sigh you took some of the food and started to nibble on it.

"What's going on with you and Cat?"

"Nothing."

You rolled your eyes and bit into the cracker. "I've heard that before."

He lounged back against the couch and stared at the ceiling. "I really like her. There's something about the way she looks and her smile and her voice. I don't know. But she told me a few days ago to just stop asking her out. So I did. And I've barely seen her since."

You felt like maybe this was your fault. You also felt like maybe this is what Jake actually needed. "Is Hondo still riding you?"

"Nah," Jake sighed before he drank more of his tea. "He backed off. Kind of miss it though. Make me feel like I was getting somewhere, you know?" he asked with a tiny smirk. "It's hard to get under that man's skin. But I guess making out with his niece will do the trick."

You laughed, and then you realized you had eaten most of the cheese and crackers. And then you finished your tea while Jake took Tramp out for a little walk for you.

Once he was gone, you texted Maria and Cam about potentially going to brunch tomorrow morning. Then you sat in bed and took your time with the photo book from Bradley. Every page made you smile or feel like crying because you missed him.

When you tried to put his wedding band on your thumb, it was still too big. So you unclasped the chain holding the charms he gave you, and you added it there. Then you took your melatonin and went to sleep.

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Bradley was in line for dinner on Monday after a day of being roasted by Admiral Dean when he heard his name. "Bradshaw." He turned to see a man heading his way. "There's a free slot with an iPad if you want it."

"Now?" he asked, tossing his tray down and stepping out of line.

"Yes. Your name was at the top of the list."

"Okay," he said, heart racing as he headed for the room onboard the aircraft carrier where he could finally talk to you. He was nervous. There were a million things he wanted to say, and he wished he had written them down. But it didn't matter. He was going to get to see your face. He could finally tell you the truth about how he had been feeling and how he was going to make things up to you. And he'd beg you to be honest with him, too.

"Thanks," he muttered as he took the offered iPad and found an empty seat. He could hear other officers talking and laughing with their loved ones, and he smiled as he entered your phone number. The first thing out of his mouth was going to be how much he loved you. The second thing was going to be that the two of you would figure everything out when you were together again.

But Bradley counted each time your phone rang unanswered. Three... Four... Five.

You always answered when he called. Every single time. You answered when you were at work. You answered in the middle of the night. You answered when you were taking Tramp for a walk.

Six... Seven.

And then the line went dead. You had ignored his call.

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He bought that ring weeks ago. And I don't even know when he managed to sneak the gift into the drawer. And I don't know how they can fix this. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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How would Arthur react if fem reader saved his life by using a carcano rifle as a rival gang was about to kill him along with the help of Sadie then gets mad at him for making her worry so much but is happy that he's still alive?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5hCK3y4LK5M&pp=ygUWbWFnZ2llIHNob290cyBtb2JzdGVycw%3D%3D

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌! (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! afab/fem! reader . talkactive reader . mild violence . sadie being sadie . arthur being a comfort . not proofread

╔══♡══════𐚁══════════════════════════╗ hate is one of many responses. pain, treachery and hate sometimes go hand in hand. but why accept feeling of being hurt if u can turn into something more? like revenge...

the o'driscolls. a irish-american gang of vicious outlaw men. who were nobodies that could ride a horse, shoot a gun and harm anyone without a second thought. the ang is ruthless and has no apprehension about murdering innocent folk, including women and children.

they weren't unknown to the van der linde gang. both gang leaders of dutch and colin saw eye to eye before colm started seeing things a lot more differently, which then cause the rivalry feud between them to start and its been going on for who knows how long.

the hate only got stronger once dutch killed colm's brother, and to retaliate.. colm killed dutch's lover, annabelle. and they have been at daggers dawn ever since. not a single soul liked each other ever since they hatred began.

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arthur was on his way back to camp after helping another stranger on the side of the road from the indignation of o'driscolls. he hated that gang; they were a dishonourable and loathsome gang of outlaws, even more heinous than the van der linde gang. he always thought, he was always taught. furthermore, he did his usual of shooting the few members of the o'driscoll boys before helping the stranger proper and riding on, but what he didn't know is that they planned to fight back. planned to fight against the most ruthless, threatening, and menacing outlaw in all of new hanover. they decided to get him back. once and for all. arthur wasn't too far now, he maybe thought that he was... an hour or two away from horseshoe overlook? either way, he knew it wasn't much farther to go. he was looking around in his environment, appreciating what nature had to offer, and then a deer gracefullly walked out the grass full of trees. it was the kind of animal he undoubtedly adored. how such a pretty animal can look so... innocent and fragile in spite of knowing that a predator can not be too far away while having the intense gaze on its prey. like the deer had no other meaning in the word than to be devoured by a threatening being...

"stop right there, morgan!" arthur immediately looked infront of him and there they were, he couldn't see their faces for the reason that they hid them with bags of some sort. one look at their rugged appearance and he then knew the 4 men belonged to colm o'driscoll. "now if ya wanna keep yer head, you'll get down from that horse, okay?" another one says as he points his gun at the older outlaw. he was sure to get out of this until he saw more of them appear. 4 men quickly turned into more of them. arthur was quite the confident man when it came to his draw of a gun, but this? this was... he wasn't sure anymore. still, arthur wasn't the one to back down from any conflict, like a coyote wouldn't be afraid to stand up for itself. so he kept his nervy feelings hidden behind his threatening facade.

"i ain't givin' shit." he says through gritted teeth, keeping his intense gaze on each of the vicious men. "last chance 'fore we let the shooter do the work, get down!" as those words were spat out, guns were taken out of holsters and clicked to be ready. arthur reached for his gun as another o'driscoll clicks his gun before bang! the gun was shot out his hand, but how? arthur didn't shoot him. bang!.. bang!... bang!... a few more become disarmed. arthur was grateful but he has never been so confused in his life! "goddamnit, he ain't alone!" one says as he holds in wounded shoulder. "can ya see anyone?" another one says before before anyone could reply- bang! bang! and a few more gunshots and each o'driscoll boy is disarmed and injured, each dropping to the ground like flies. arthur looks at his surroundings as he hitches off his horse, buell and then looks at the bodies, he was sure of himself that he was the only man out in nature like this. he saw no one else nearby or for acres ahead or behind him. "what the-"

"arthur morgan! damn ya fer gettin' her all worried like that!" says a raspy but feminine voice said behind him. seems like he wasnt much alone as he thought he was. but she was quite the woman. he turns around before seeing one of his closest friends in the gang, sadie adler behind a carcano rifle. sadie was one feisty girl, quick-witted too. even scarier during a gun fight.

"i had it under control! 'm fine as any fella. 'm still alive..." he replies in his usual rough tone, dismissing the situation like usual. "yeah, yeah. it sure seemed like it. never seen yer woman so worried fer ya." sadie replies as she backs away from the rifle, making her way to arthur to hit his shoulder in a playful manner. in a way to tell him off for getting u worried sick. "arthur! ye had me worried sick, ya silly man!" u say with ur usual sweet and soft tone. u were so so glad that sadie was okay for helping u find arthur. he was away from camp for so long. u quickly making ur way over to him, hitting his shoulder then going onto ur tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. didn't take long before u felt his rough hands glide around ur waist tighter than ever. "'m fine, darlin'. aint no harm-" that silly man. "ye've been gone fer so long, i thought-"

- 𝘰𝘩, 𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, he thought. god, he felt so lucky to have u he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 if u were both in the privacy of his tent. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 ᡣ𐭩

"'m alrigh', sweetheart.. don't ya worry no more." he says softly by ur ear, u felt his hand move to the top of ur head, stroking your locks just as gentle as he was ever with u. "thank ya, mrs adler." he says as he looks over to sadie, who was looting the o'driscolls. she scoffed lightly. "ain't nothin' t'thank me for. they got what they deserved." sadie wasn't wrong, all of u thought the same about the o'driscolls. they were horrible men. "'nd see? i told ya he'd be fine, [name]." she added, looking over to u as arthur continues stroking ur hair, feeling sadie's eyes on u. "i know, but-" arthur rests his hand on ur shoulder, his other hand tilting ur head up to have u look up at him. "but nothin', she righ' 'cause 'm fine." he says, his blue-green eyes fixated on him. u nodded at his words while ur doe eyes remained on his face. "c'mon now, you two. time to get back." sadie says before she whistles for her horse and she hitches herself up.

being the gentleman he was, arthur helps u up on his horse before hitching himself up. u gave him a sweet "thanks" before wrapping ur arms around his waist in case u fall. "'m still mad at ya fer rilin' me up like that. john was makin' it out theat ye were killed before we got t'ya." u hear a small "'course he did.." from arthur as he rolls his eyes. him and john always had that sibling bond, it was sometimes funny to u. "don't u listen t'him now.. he's's still caught up on that wolf attack." he says in his usual rough tone which earned a small chuckle from u. "he appreciates ya really, arthur. y'know that, 'nd so do I." u say before u give him a kiss on the cheek which left a pink stained kiss Mark on his cheek. sadie gave a small "hyah!" to her horse to get going with u and arthur following behind... leaving arthur to happily listen to ur ramblings about ur day.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he felt such a lucky man to have u by his side.

#sadie adler #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fanfic #red dead fandom

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itsfairly · 6 months

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10:22pm // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

cw: gn!reader, fluff, slight angst if you squint, established-sh relationship, basically yall are dating but not publically, alcohol mentions, death mentions (no one dies).

summary: you're out drinking with other staff at jujutsu high when you decided to step out. when nanami comes and joins you, small talk gets you two thinking.

a/n: i half in a bathroom stall when drunk, what was i even doing? i was supposed to meet no people not pin over my fictional husband. anyways, yeah, took an impromptu break but hey, if i wasn't feeling like writing, i wasn't gonna push it. but here i am again, wanting to write, so here is this!

“What are you doing here?”

You turned around, looking at Nanami standing a few feet before you. You sigh, your breath creating a small fog against the cold of the night as you lean against the bar’s entrance by the window.

“It was too loud.”

“And it’s too cold.” He responds, taking off his blazer and wrapping it around your shoulders.

You chuckled, clinging to the warmth of the fabric. “They are gonna know if they see us like this. They are all right there and we are right on sight, you know?”

Nanami walks beside you, looking at the street before you two. You were right. Considering that the two of you seemed like just coworkers to everyone else but something else between you two behind the privacy of whatever space you could find, seeing you two together like this with his blazer around you was going to raise some flags. And yet, he couldn’t help but search for you when he noticed you were gone for a longer time than his liking.

“Gojo is keeping them busy, trying to get them to play his game of saying why they like him for them to even notice we left.” He looked through the window, where, sure enough, a sober Gojo was determined to get those reasons out of the either drunk or tired rest of the table. It didn’t seem like it was successful despite Gojo’s huge energetic grin.

“Is that the real reason why you stepped out?” You smirked, teasing at his rather push-and-pull dynamic with the white-haired sorcerer. “Because you didn’t want to play that?”

“I can have multiple reasons why I stepped out. Maybe that’s one of them, but seeing you in the cold was another one.” He looked down at you, his voice softening as he saw how you were gripping his blazer closer to you. “A big one at that.”

You chuckled, looking with a warm smile that made the cold become much more bearable even when standing outside the bar well past sunset. “Aw, what a gentleman.”

“You deserve one. I want to be one for you.” He said, his eyes on the street before the two of you.

If you didn’t know better, you would say he’s quite flustered. Despite his composed demeanor, he was not looking into your eyes when he said such genuine and affectionate words, but rather towards the street in front of you two. It was almost like a confession despite how many times the two of you have gone on dinners together, or grazed each other’s hands when others weren’t looking, or the soft “be safe” whispers whenever either of you went on a mission. Yeah, those acts were confessions within themselves and you were fine with them, knowing that he wasn’t the most vocal about his feelings upfront. But hearing such feelings come from his lips into a soft and gentle tone meant a lot. Those nine words meant that he was opening up to you more and more.

You furrow your brows, however. It didn’t matter how direct his or your words were or their frequency, being a sorcerer wasn’t the best job to fall for your coworkers. Death lurked in every mission, reminding you of how dangerous it was and how painful it would be if either of you would just be gone. Never again to tease him about how buying books was his hobby rather than reading them, never again for him to feel your hands on his shoulders as you insists on helping him relax as you massaged them, never again to see each other’s eyes full of life and the possibility—the yearning of being more. The longing to not be restricted of being together because you didn’t know how much you had left.

It may be the alcohol that got you thinking about this, but it was always a thought you wanted to push away whenever you saw him, wanting to feel the happiness of what you were experiencing rather than feeling the pain of what-ifs. You wanted more, to be closer to him. Sometimes, you could see how he ached for the same despite his wish to not burden you—or anyone for that matter—with the uncertainty of his safety.

But one thing was certain, not only tonight as he accompanied you outside with your breath puffing into the air while the rest of the group drank the night away for some escape of the jujutsu world, but every day since the distance between you shortened by the day.

He never burdened you with the uncertainty of his love for you—because it was certain and it was visible in the most beautiful way. His longing for you, his worry for you, his inability to completely adhere to his idea of staying single while a sorcerer, his goddamn devotion towards you that it made you wonder how no one has even caught on that you two are a thing. He loved you, loves you in the smallest ways that, when put together, are the biggest act one has ever done for you.

“You are.” You whisper, not even realizing the words escaped from your mind and were spoken into existence until he turned to look at you. Now that you had his attention, you stood a little straighter and said with much more conviction, “you already are.”

Nanami takes a second. His eyes looking deep into yours, unable to look away as if he is trying to read them. His brows mirror yours, knitting together ever so slightly. He was taken back by how much softer you looked in this moment despite the cold tensing your body. The warm light from the bar spilled outside and kissed your skin with a yellow, gentle glow. It was hard staying away from you, which is why it was a no brainer to follow you when you stepped out. It wasn’t just because he wanted to check on you, but because you always managed to pull him closer to you without even trying. You felt so close, but he wanted you closer.

It felt natural the moment he grabbed your hand, entwining his fingers with yours without giving it much thought of his own. He was tired of thinking anyway. He didn’t want to gather more reasons to stay away from you when the feeling on his heart weighed too much for them to hold water against it. He didn’t want to love you from afar, to have you in an arm’s reach but never hold you for the world to see. He didn’t want you to be like the books that sat on his shelves, gathering dust that taunted him with the fact he bought them and had yet to read them. He didn’t want that with you. He wanted to read you like a book. To go as far as to highlight his favorite parts of you, to read you over and over until he could recite you from memory to the world. He wanted you to be his favorite book in that sense.

“Then I’ll make sure to be more than just a gentleman to you.” He adds, his thumb moving against the back of your hand to warm it up.

Without skipping a beat, you take a deep breath before repeating your words, “you already are, Kento. More than that even.”

As your hand squeezes him and your eyes shine as if they were reflecting the moon themselves, things become certain for him as well. You loved him. Through the teasing and the burden of what could happen to either of you, you loved him with such a confidence and fulfillment that the feeling would stay the same for a long time and your actions would follow. You wanted to close that distance and hold him in your hands with such care and warmth that would shelter him from the stress of his everyday life. To cherish his skin, his hair, and every crook and cranny that he allowed you to see and touch until your fingertips burned with his feel as if you were to draw a map of him from memory. He was your favorite sensation in the world. You wanted to protect and nurture that sensation called Nanami Kento.

“I guess we want the same thing then.” Nanami softly spoke, taking a deep breath and squeezed your hand back.

“You guess right.” You answered back, nodding slightly with a smile.

Nanami nods back, holding your hand and guiding you back to inside the bar and back to your coworkers. This time, when you get near the group, he doesn't let go of your hand and you don’t let go of his.

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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We talk a lot about Ghost teaching Soap. But Soap makes Captain right? So Price teaching Soap? Price teaching Soap how to take care of his ‘belongings’. Price showing Soap how to treat you right? 👀🤷🏻‍♀️ maybe? Maybe not? I dunno 🤷🏻‍♀️

First off read this immediately because it serves these vibes way better than I ever could like truly Bunny is God's gift to thirsty PriceSoap girlies.

I cannot prepare a dish quite as satisfying but here is a short little tease anyway! Sorry I cannot actually write smut rn, I'm ill and pathetic about it.

Affirm

Words: 700

CWs: light bdsm

“Right, the two of you in my office now.”

You bristled. How was it that you were getting into trouble here? This was all stupid Soap's fault. It was him that started it.

The two of you were constantly at each other's throats these days. Wasn't really professional but then you hated that he kept talking down to you. The way the word corporal came out of his damn mouth was always with a smug arrogance that made you want to go for blood.

It wasn't like you bit back during an actual op, you both knew better than that. But he pushed and pushed and pushed whenever you had down time at base and you weren't about to let it go unanswered. Fucking asshole. And now he was getting you into trouble with the Captain? God he was the worst.

“Captain he-”

“Don't want to hear it Corporal.”

“Aye too fucking right, dinnae want te-”

“You can shut the fuck up as well. Pair of absolute muppets.”

Price ripped open one of his desk drawers and produced a bottle of Scotch, pouring himself a glass and sitting in his chair regarding the two of you across the table. Both of you knew you were in for it, standing at attention and keeping your mouths shut while he took a languid sip.

“Cannot believe I've been put in this situation again. Did you know I had Ghost and Gaz standing right where you are now? Before either of you joined. They just couldn't get along.”

That was a surprise. Ghost and Gaz got along just fine now. You couldn't really imagine a world in which they fought the way you and Johnny did. Sure they might have some little arguments, but whenever it happened they would go off and have a chat and come back settled. There was no way you and Johnny being alone would settle anything.

“You know why they get along Sergeant?”

“Gaz kens who's in charge.”

Johnny sounded almost resigned? Something was happening, he knew something you didn't. You hated that, you hated how Price spoke to him as if you weren't even in the room.

“Hm. And who's in charge between the two of you then?”

You felt a shiver run up your spine at how Price said it, his voice in a low purr that spoke to some primal part of your brain. What the fuck? Why did you feel suddenly like this was a dangerous situation? You considered speaking up but could only yelp in surprise when Johnny kicked one of your legs to put you off balance and bent you over the desk.

Your heart was liable to beat itself into an early grave. You looked at your Captain and found he only watched, sipping his drink. You twisted to look at Johnny who was holding both of your wrists in one of his hands.

“I'm in charge. Affirm corporal.”

Oh God, you didn't think you had ever heard Soap with that level of authority in his voice. Only all it made you want was to get him to do it again. You needed him to do it again, to put you in your place.

“Fuck you."

The first smack to your ass was hard enough that you jolted forward and your hip bone smashed into the desk.

“Affirm corporal. Ye ken who's In charge, now say it.”

Oh this was several shades of fucked up but my God if you didn't crave more. You needed it, you needed him to break you into pieces so he could put them back together. You needed the freedom that came with being shattered.

You fought against him until Price finally guided him to be harder with you, to really let you have it. And he had. He had destroyed you fully, left you a boneless raw mess. Then Price had guided him to bring you back.

It settled you. For weeks you and Johnny existed in peace with one another, calm. And when you started to butt heads again? Well, Johnny had learned exactly how to handle that.

#mhairiwrites #cod #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #Price being in charge of teaching someone to dom is something that can actually be something so personal

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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HEYY GIRL IM BACK

okayy i feel so goofy asking for specific smuts BUT can it just start out as a regular match after a breakup ( reader & rhea arent on good terms rn ) and they work things out towards the end? like they admit that theyve both been thinking about eachother all the time & stuff. regular smut & switch rhea & reader pleasee

ty for replying so fast 🙏 my rhea obsession is an emergency

forgiveness

a/n: two posts in one day...i'm wild

mentions: NSFW 18+, smut, fighting/volatile relationships, heated makeouts, grinding/scissoring, touching, fem!reader, switch!reader, switch!rhea, slight break of kayfabe (use of rhea's real name), minor descriptions of in-ring violence

taglist: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart @emogoblin-666 @hereliespumpkin @blxxdshxteyes @neptune-lover @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol @ares-athena @thatonepansexual2000 @witcherfromwallachia

work used to be your safe place. you could go and be with your friends, meet amazing fans, and do what you loved every single day. who wouldn't want that for themselves?

that all changed, though, when you and demi broke things off. the two of you loved one another but the stress of your jobs and constantly being on the road took its toll. the rare times where you and demi got to see one another were spent screaming and fighting, and the last time you spoke to one another was the day she stormed out of the house with her bags and called it quits. you never thought you'd be so happy but so sad to see the woman you love leave, but since then nothing had been the same.

you didn't even see how badly demi was struggling with it either. every night she wanted to pick up the phone and call you; she wanted to apologize, pretend like nothing happened and move on with you. but how could she after saying the things she said? after storming out of the house rather than talking through your issues like a regular couple? both of you had fucked up numerous times during your relationship, but demi still hadn't forgiven herself for what she'd done.

the best part? both of you had to go to work like nothing was wrong. every week on the road, it never failed that you saw one another backstage. you always hoped with how many people were backstage at a time that you could avoid her, but with your luck that wasn't going to happen.

the cherry on top of it all? you had a match against her. yep, you and your ex - in a ring together, for twenty minutes at least, needing to practically be on top of one another.

your life was an actual fucking joke at this point.

from the moment you walked out into the ring from gorilla and saw rhea standing there, you felt nauseous. practically everyone in the audience knew about what had happened and they just kept staring at the both of you. but you kept up your character to the best of your ability, doing what you needed to do to get through this nightmare of a match you were about to have.

it almost felt...wrong. to have your hands on demi in any way shape or form. sure, this was rhea ripley and not demi. you were both in character. you were putting on the personas that the audiences were familiar with. but as you and demi grappled on the mat and inflicted physical pain on one another, it continued to bring up all of those unresolved feelings.

each hit, slap, kick, tug of the hair...it was an accessory to the words you'd spat at each other in your arguments over the last few months. not only that, but rhea ripley was known for tormenting her opponents. she wasn't above getting in their face and giving them a piece of her mind; and you best believe she did the same thing with you.

at one point, demi was straddling you in the ring. both of you breathless with exhaustion, you absolutely a mess both physically and emotionally, and rhea was clearly in her feelings about everything as well. the last straw, though, was when she leaned in closer to your face and said her first words to you since breaking things off.

"you're nothing to me. and you'll never be anything to me."

you saw red the moment she said that to you. whether she said it in character or meant it, you didn't care; she knew what she was doing by saying it. it was like the crowd and the cameras disappeared, and the absolute rage in your body overpowered everything else and you unleashed hell on her. that anger gave you the opportunity to end the match and deliver a finisher, and while normally winning felt amazing...this felt like garbage.

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alone time in your dressing room gave you way too much time to think about everything that had gone on the ring. you couldn't erase the look on demi's face as she stood over you...the sound of her voice telling you that you meant nothing to her when you'd given so much of yourself to her during your relationship. but apparently you meant nothing? you could barely comprehend it.

a knock at the slightly open door brought you out of your thoughts, but the sight of demi changed out of her ring gear and freshly showered sobered you up real fast. "don't even think about coming in here and talking to me after the shit you pulled out there." you mumbled, already standing up and looking to make your escape.

demi blocked the doorway and closed the door, a gentle look on her face replacing the one riddled with intimidation and anger from earlier in the night. "i just want to talk to you." she said softly. "i know you're pissed, because i would be too. but i just need to talk."

you hesitated, but eventually you gave a small nod and sat back down on the couch. "start talking, then." you mumbled, watching as demi took her spot on the coffee table in front of you.

she ran a nervous hand through her hair and let out a shaky breath before she finally managed to talk to you. "i didn't mean what i said out there." she said softly. "i...i didn't mean any of the horrible things i ever said to you."

you wanted to believe demi, but how could you? the last half of your relationship with her was filled with fights. you'd internalized all of the awful things she'd managed to say to you, whether she meant them or not, and she was just now saying she didn't mean it? "demi, i-"

"no, y/n. i promise." she said quickly with a gentle shake of her head. "i regret all of it. i hate that i ever hurt your feelings or made you cry because that wasn't my intention. i was just...i'd get so angry that i would start saying things but never actually thought of how they would hurt you." you knew when demi was serious...and the this was the most serious you'd seen her in a long time. "i know you probably hate me, but i still really care about you."

her words made your stomach flip; butterflies erupted, knowing that she meant what she was saying. but the pain lingered from everything that had gone on during your relationship. your heart was speaking a lot louder than your brain though, and as you gently reached for demi's hand you spoke up for the first time since she entered the room. "i still really care about you, too."

demi's face lit up like a lightbulb as the realization that not all hope was lost. her free hand came forward to hold your cheek, both of you slowly inching closing to one another until your noses gently touched. "let me show you." she whispered before finally catching you in a gentle kiss.

your next moves were almost a complete blur; the tension had changed around you and demi to not so much angry tension, but this time one of a sexual nature. the two of you hurried in between kisses to remove articles of clothing until there was nothing left, your hands exploring one another's bodies for the first time in weeks. even though it had been some time away from demi, you personally hadn't been with anyone else; the pain was still too real, too fresh for you to introduce another person to this level of intimacy. but this - having demi in this way - it felt so normal. like you hadn't skipped a beat.

her kisses moved down from your lips to your neck and collarbone. demi was quick to adjust herself so you were both sat with your legs interlocked with one another, your bare centers pressed against one another and the heat of the moment causing both of you to moan and whine with anticipation. "dems..." you mumbled breathlessly, your fingers tangling in her hair to keep her as close as possible.

nothing else needed to be said; she knew what you needed, because she needed it just as badly. a small gasp left your lips as demi slowly began to move against you, her arms tightening around your body in response. "look at me, baby." she whispered, leaning your foreheads together as you made eye contact and moaned against one another. as she moved and created friction against your clit, you moved your own hips against her to give demi the same sensation. "you're so beautiful. can't want to feel you cum against me like you used to."

once again, demi's words drove you crazy. you whimpered, your ankles locking behind demi's back to keep her there and move a little faster. as the two of you moved and kissed, it only brought both of you closer and closer to a climax that neither of you had experienced in so long - let alone one the two of you shared - and that thought alone made you cling to demi as if she was going to slip away. "wanna cum with you." you mumbled.

demi smiled, your sweaty forehead leaning against her shoulder while you let out soft incoherent mumbles of the same few words. please...baby...demi...need you...

all of that alone, along with the increased speed creating more friction against your bodies, caused both you and demi to reach your highs at about the same time. you leaned back on your hands with a gasp as your thighs trembled. "fuck...oh fuck!" you whimpered. demi wasn't far behind, her own body shaking with euphoria as she finished as well. she was quick though to pull you closer to her body again, running a hand through your hair and exchanging kisses to work both of you down from your climax.

you opened your eyes to look at demi, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "i think i forgive you." you teased softly, demi's fingers twirling your hair as you cuddled with one another.

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley smut #wwe smut #rhea ripley headcanons

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akutasoda · 8 months

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Hi. I love your blog and the way you write so I thought I should request. Could you please write scenarios with Atsushi, Akutagawa, Ranpo, kunikida and mushitaro? Reader and character “hate” each other(like enemies or rivals to lovers) and frequently argue over anything because “they just can’t stand each other” (but it’s actually so they can talk to each other cuz they’re too prideful to confess) but later either reader or character end up confessing? (All separate of course) reader is female or gender neutral you can pick.

In Atsushi’s scenario reader is part of the guild or port mafia and fought against atsushi at one point and is mean to him and that’s why they hate each other but reader ends up liking atsushi and tries to be nicer to him and they make a truce and then atsushi likes reader.

In Akutagawa’s scenario reader is part of the agency and akutagawa hates reader and tried attacking them but dazai told akutagawa not to and that’s how they end up getting close cuz they can’t fight anymore but it’s hard to confess cuz reader is too prideful and akutagawa doesn’t know how to confess and thinks reader still doesn’t like him romantically

In ranpo’s it’s a pride thing because reader is another super smart detective (obviously not as smart as Ranpo but smart enough to challenge ranpo’s ability) so her deductions often clash with ranpo’s and they somehow both end up being right? Ranpo loves how smart reader is but because he’s so prideful he thinks he’ll never confess but ends up doing it anyway

Mushitaro: another prideful thing, I’m not sure what to come up with in this one, maybe mushitaro and reader are competing on looks? Mushitaro is very vain I think, so they’re like “I look better and attract way more women than you” and then they’re both like bro you do look attractive😳idk

Kunikida: hates how reckless and sarcastic reader is and reader is nothing like his ideal woman but ends up falling so hard for her

so sorry if this is too long of a request you can cut out mushitaro’s and kunikida’s part if it’s too long and you don’t wanna do them. Have a great day and stay hydrated!❤️

i can't believe you sometimes

synopsis - if you two hate each other so much why do you still hang around the other?

includes - atsushi, kunikida, ranpo, akutagawa, mushitaro

warnings - reader's gender is stated in each section, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc - 1.4k

a/n: ty! i hope you too have a great day and stay hydrated :)

atsushi nakajima ★↷

- gn!reader is a guild member

when you had first been told that you would be heading to japan you weren't particularly happy. sure you understand that it was buisnees or whatever it just seemed unnecessary for all of you to go. but the plus side of that was that lucy was going with you.

lucy was one of the only people you could stand in the guild and a genuine friend. not too long after the guild had ended up in yokohama you had ended up against one of the agency members, you think his name was atsushi not that it mattered that much.

the fight was cut short as your attention was needed elsewhere so you simply bid the weretiger farewell and left abruptly. it seems if you were to re encounter the weretiger you wouldn't mind finishing the fight.

however it was under quite different circumstances. after the guild's less than desirable defeat, lucy had informed you that she was offered a job at a café by the agency and that she requested for you to have the same option. and in honesty you weren't too happy in the guild do you took it as it also meant you could still keep in frequent contact with her.

this was where you yet againmet with atsushi. if it wasn't your job to serve him you sure as hell would of not given him his order. which is when your little rivalry continued. and for some time at that. until eventually you started realising from how he talked with his fellow colleagues that he seemed to be a genuinely nice person.

maybe he deserved a second chance. and atsushi noticed you slight change in behaviour and soon realised not long after that you weren't too bad yourself and eventually a truce wad formed. only for the benefit of having to see each other often. nothing else.. right?

maybe you weren't that bad and maybe you were slightly intresting to him. this truce seemed to bring about a new found intrest in not only becoming friends but something more. but neither of you could bring yourselves to actually confess your feelings but one day maybe one of you would build up the confidence.

doppo kunikida ★↷

- fem!reader is a agency member

sometimes he thinks that there could be no-one worse than dazai during work. that was until you joined shortly after. it was like his perfectly crafted hell. you had passed the entrance exam flawlessly, your skill was admirable he would admit but your sarcasm and reckless behaviour really made his opinion on you dwindle.

he often found himself trying to lecture you on your behaviour but you simply didn't listen. he just wished that you toned down a bit a work. eventually you had decided to give him some lecturing, more like teasing. you, like dazai, found some entertainment in teasing the man with thousands of ideals.

this just made him hate you even more, not that you cared. you found his expressions quite cute it made ot all worth it. and eventually kunikida started feeling a weird sensation whenever he talked to you.

he ignored them for the most part, i mean you barely ticked any of his ideals for a woman so it couldn't be a crush of some sorts right? but if not, why did he sometimes blush when he watched you do something stupid or simply from seeing you?

eventually he started to realise that he did infact hold a small crush for you. and when he realised he fell even harder. maybe he should start by getting closer to you afterall maybe he wouldn't mind becoming closer to you affter all. they do say opposites attract.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

- gn!reader is a agency member

never in his entire career among the agency would he of considered someone that could actually compete with him on the same level. sure dazai had came close some times but when you came into the picture it came as a very big surprise.

somehow, in ways that baffled him, you were able to challenge his abilities as a detective. he still took pride in the fact that he was still actually smarter but this was the first time someone came to the same or similar conclusions to his and be correct. and not only did he see it as a rivalry but he saw you as someone worth talking to.

not only were you nearly as smart as him but you two had similar interests. it often became a competition between you two within case's to see who could reach the conclusion first and sometimes he would just to find out that you discovered more details that he missed.

but somewhere along the line he started feeling something more for you. everytime you rebutted against his deduction to add one of your own he couldn't help but smile and blush ever so slightly.

but his pride got the better of him. he was still the best detective, if he wanted to be with you he could wait until you confessed to him. that was if you liked him back. but eventually he realised you knew and were leading him on, waiting for him to admit it. and so he did.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

- gn!reader is a agency member

he didn't really care who you were at first. just another agency member that he would eventually have to deal with. that was until you two did end up in a fight while you were out on a different mission and had ended up crossing paths with him.

seeing as this wasn't part of your mission you just wanted to defend yourself long enough to escape or until your coworker returned. you didn't know what his problem was with you as you never have encountered him before but he just seemed to really want you dead. maybe it's just because you were an agency member.

whatever the reason, not too long after your coworker showed up and stopped the fight. just akutagawa's luck for your coworker to be dazai. and of course dazai had simply teased him about being so eager to fight someone and made you two sign a truce to not fight as maybe you two would get along. you wanted to punch him.

and so everytime you ran into each other all you could do was glare at each other and ignore the other. he couldn't disregard what dazai had told him to do. but eventually you seemed to be put on missions that collided with seeing akutagawa. you were starting to think this was on purpose.

akutagawa however had started feeling something that his sister had told him was a crush. but what does he do now? gin had told him that normally crushes would confess to each other but what if you didn't like him back? even if he did how would he confess. he'd rather save himself the embarrassment.

but little did he know you had realised yourself that you had started feeling things aswell. but a slight flaw of yours was that you were quite prideful. you didn't want to be the one to confess and be rejected. maybe dazai would have to give a final push.

mushitaro oguri ★↷

- gn!reader is a friend of yokomizo

he quite simply found you annoying to be around. the only reason he actually still hung around you was because you too were a dear friend of yokomizo. and if he held you in high regard he guess he had to tolerate you.

he simply couldn't stand how you actually could stand up to him and be somewhat nearly better than him. nearly. like what do you mean you had a better ability than him? no one could compete with him but you somehow insisted you could. he had tried to ask yokomizo what he saw in you as a friend but he just laughed at him and told him that maybe if he got to know you he would find out.

and with a slight heavy heart he took his friends words to heart and tried to talk to you to understand what made yokomizo want to be friends with you. what he didn't know was that it would leave him with the desire to be more than friends.

but for know all you two could argue about was either looks or abilities. more specifically looks as you both threw petty comments at each other he started realising that maybe you weren't that bad looking and if maybe you weren't so harsh to him you would be quite nice to be around.

and maybe to you, he wasn't that bad looking. if you looked past that stuck up attitude and got to know the real him maybe just maybe he might be quite the nice boyfriend. maybe you two would be a perfect match.

#x gender neutral reader #x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x female reader #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro x reader

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nackrosor · 2 years

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could you write something where reader is morpheus' wife and gets really horny while he's working and has to beg for him to touch her on his throne????? TY

I'm quite sure this isn't what the anon had in mind when they sent me their request. Hell, it wasn't what I had in mind either at first! This was meant to be a nice and short scenario but... heh, it kept changing as I was writing it and then I decided to take this opportunity to try and write something a little bit different than usual and well, this is the result. I hope you enjoy it! And thank you anon for your request!!!

pairing: Morpheus x wife!Reader

warnings: not sfw, smut, angst, v*aginal fingering, and I'll stop here because I don't want to spoiler too much ;)

synopsis: pretty much what the request says. You're horny and you have to beg for your husband to touch you.

words count: 2,921 k

[I was heavily inspired by this picture to write this. I mean, look at him... *swoons*]

You found him as you expected in the main room, sitting on his throne, a book in his hands, deeply engulfed in his reading. He didn't even notice you entering and walking bare feet in his direction until you were standing right beside him, hand placed on his arm.

He begrudgingly averted his eyes from the book and looked up at you.

"Darling, I thought you were in bed..."

"I couldn't sleep", you promptly replied, eyes lowering on his arm as you lightly traced its length with your finger. "I was missing you."

A soft sympathetic smile appeared on his lips as he grabbed your hand, moved it to his lips and placed a soft peck on its back.

"I'm working, Y/N. I cannot come to bed."

You sighed and pouted, leaning down on the edge of his throne. Your fingers began to softly run through his hair. "How much longer till you're done?"

"Not much longer, darling", he muttered, throwing an inquiring side-eye at you. "However", he gently brushed your hand off his head before he returned his attention to the book, "I must focus and not be bothered."

You stood back up, arms falling at your sides as another sigh left your lips.

You weren't surprised by his reaction, not at all. You knew what you were getting into when you decided to leave your bedroom and reach him in the throne room. He had always been particularly unyielding whenever he worked. There was literally nothing you could do to dissuade him from his task and redirect his attention to you instead. You knew that from experience. Each time however, you couldn't help yourself but to make an attempt, to try to get through him somehow; sometimes you'd done it just for sheer fun, other times because you were feeling particularly lonely and you wanted to spend some quality time with your husband.

This time you had a very specific reason for bothering him while he worked and you wouldn't give up on it so easily. Especially because the goal, were you to reach it, would bring you so much... pleasure.

Yes. You would bother him because you were horny. What was the harm in that? It's not like you hadn't already tried to touch yourself while laying in bed all alone. The result however had been unsatisfactory. You wanted him to touch you, his slender efficient fingers to work their magic against you.

He was an amazing lover, always had been, very generous too. However, whenever he had some important work to do he would become a little distant and even end up neglecting you for as long as that task would keep him occupied. You knew he didn't do it on purpose. He was just so focused on it that he would lose track of time and so adamant on completing his duties and give his all in doing them that he would neglect other, more personal, duties. Once the job was done, he would eventually give you everything you needed and more but in the meantime, well, you had to either fend for yourself or repress your desire.

This time you had no intention to consider the latter of those two options. It was probably a bit selfish from your part but you couldn't help it. You required his attention! Your crave for his touch had become too much to bear!

You stared at him. He was so excruciatingly gorgeous. You loved the way he would forrow his brows or purse his lips while enthralled in his reading or how his hands would hold the book, slender fingers firmly supporting its weight but grazing with profound care its cover and its pages. Could you feel jealous of a stupid book? Or of literally anything he touched outside of you? Sometimes you had even come to feel like that.

"Darling?"

His voice drew your attention back to the present. He was looking quizzically at you, probably wondering why you were just standing there, silently staring at him. In fact, it didn't make any sense.

You had to take action.

"I swear I won't bother you...", you innocently muttered and before he could do or say anything to stop you, you leaned forward, promptly slid one leg between his and pulled yourself up by the armrest to sit in his lap. You bumped against his book in the process, causing a sigh to escape his lips.

"Y/N..."

You huffed a quick "sorry" at his admonishing tone, but you didn't stop. You straddled his lap, making yourself comfortable against his chest, and why not, accidentally grope him a little in the meantime. He immediately tensed under you.

Lowering your eyes, you noticed how your nightgown had been crampled in the process. The hemline was lifted up to the level of your upper thigh so that your legs, hanging from his, were completely exposed, bare under his sight. You knew he had noticed too and you secretly smirked, enjoying your first small success.

"What are you reading?" You bent your head, peeking behind his hand at the page, faigning curiosity when in fact you only wanted to attract his eyes to your exposed cleavage.

"Nothing important..." he blurted out.

You could hear the unsteadiness in his voice and you repressed a smile as you turned around and looked up at him, quizzically arching a brow at his answer. You had to suppress another triumphant smile when you found him staring at your chest, eyes slightly widened. As soon as he realised what he was doing, he lightly shook his head, tearing his eyes away from you and recomposed himself by straightening his back. His gaze returned to the book.

"Something very important that requires my complete attention." he rectified one moment later in a serious tone and you had to bit your lip to refrain a chuckle.

He was a real tough nut to crack, you had to admit it but you loved a challenge and you were confident you would reach your goal, one way or another.

"I'm sorry my dear", you gently touched his chest, "I am distracting you." You hand moved higher, caressing him from above his coat, and came to a halt on his shoulder where you started to rub his tense muscles.

"Will you let me stay here with you as long as I don't make a sound?" Your rubbing had reached the back of his head, fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck.

His hard stare fell on you and you flashed your moon eyes at him. He couldn't possibly resist them, in fact you could clearly see his determination falter in an instant.

"Not a sound." he conceded with a defeated sigh.

"Not a sound!" you repeated enthusiastically and immediately covered your mouth when you saw him flinch.

You smiled apologetically up at him before you leaned back against his chest, trying this time not to bump against his book and make him lose his patience.

You had successfully swayed him to let you stay. With another major objective out of the way, only a few were left to reach your final goal. All you had to do now was getting him to touch you which was no easy task but you had an idea on how to pull it through.

Your gaze fell on the armrest at your side where his free hand was resting. That was such a perfect, involuntary assist from his part, you couldn't possibly pass it up.

Careful not to move too much nor be too obvious, you placed your hand on his, attempting a light caress before you turned it around so you could hold it in yours.

You heard a light huff coming from behind but fortunately his hand didn't flinch away.

You wanted to test your luck, to see how far you could go, so you started playing with it, brushing your palm against his, gently rubbing his fingers and interlacing them with yours.

All was calm. He seemed not to care too much.

You smiled. Time for next step.

You moved his hand away from the armrest and held it in front of you, tracing its outline with your fingers and playfully but lightly poking its palm until you felt it was safe enough to move forward. As casually and innocently as you could manage, trying not to give your intentions away, you lowered it in your lap, placing it, back first, on your bare thigh.

You felt his hard stare on the back of your neck but you kept your eyes down, focused on lightly tracing the lines of his palm with the tip of your fingers. You were only using your thigh as a surface, nothing to be suspicious of! You bit your tongue when you felt him shift slightly against your back, presumably turning his attention back to the book, not without a certain struggle.

You had made it! His hand was on your thigh! Oh, so very close to where you wanted it to be. You wished you could just grab it and push it between your legs, to hell with all this discretion! You wanted to feel it move against you, to touch you softly at first then more and more firmly until his touch would turn roughly and get you to.... No. You had to focus. You were so close, you couldn't blow it all up now.

You grabbed his forefinger and brought it closer to your skin, directing it to draw patterns along your thigh. You used it as a pen, tracing abstract lines at first then feeling more confident by the minute, you used it to write dirty words on your skin, biting the inside of your cheeks to hide your amused smile, as you guided it closer and closer to your core.

When you thought you finally had it in the bag, fingers brushing against the rolled up hemline of your nightgown, you gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden clench of his hand on your inner thigh.

"Y/N, what do you think you're doing?"

Oh, busted!

His voice immediately called you to attention and you snapped your head up, meeting his gaze.

Although his face was serious, he didn't seem to be angry. That at least was a relief and possibly an auspicious sign.

You brought your hand to your mouth and bit on the tip of your finger as you flashed your best innocent eyes up at him. You couldn't repress the cheeky smile that spread on your lips as you whispered, "Nothing..."

"You think me so gullible?"

Of course you didn't. You just hoped he would let you use his hand without complaining.

"You could have just asked."

"Oh?" You perked up at his words, eyeing him gingerly, "really?"

His grip on your flesh tightened and you gasped again. The feeling of the warmth growing in your lower belly reminded you of your burning desire.

"Then...", you cleared your throat, shifting a little in his lap in order to allow your legs to spread a little wider, "could you...?" Your inviting eyes locked with his.

You followed his gaze as it lowered on where his hand clenched around your reddened flesh, then as it made its ascent along your body, halting at your chest on the way, until it finally rested once more on your face.

"Too late for that."

Those words sounded like an unfair sentence to you. Your eyes widened as you confusedly gawked up at him.

He leaned forward, closing in on your lips, enough for you to feel his warm breath on your skin but not to grant you their touch. He whispered on them, stressing each word to make his message clear.

"Now you have to beg for it."

Beg? A flame flew through your body at the word. You should beg him to touch you? You thought it to be quite humiliating, especially after what you had just done. Frankly, it irked you quite a bit but you craved his touch so much it hurt at that point, so you were even ready to beg for it if it meant you'd finally receive it.

You turned your hips slightly to the side just enough to snake your arm around his shoulders, and cling on him as you bore your eyes in his. "I beg you my love" you pleaded, clutching the fabric of his coat in your fist and tugging at it, "please, please, please touch me."

He stared down at you with a stoic expression plastered on his face. His fingers were still digging in the soft flesh of you inner thigh but other than that, there was no sign that hinted at his intention to comply.

"Morpheus, please", you tried again, louder this time, desperately clinging on him, your forehead pressing against his chest. "I beg you with all my heart. I need you to touch me. I'll go mad if you don't. I beg you, baby. Please." You didn't know what else to say to persuade him. His silence was driving you crazy.

"I have neglected you, haven't I?"

You snapped up at the sound of his deep voice, eyes searching his face. You were unsure how to reply. Would it be wise to tell the truth?

"You had work to do, I unders-"

His gaze hardened and the words chocked in your throat.

"That does not give me the right to neglect my lovely wife's needs."

Your heart jumped in your throat. What did it mean? Was he apologising in one of his roundabout ways? Was he finally going to give you what you wanted?

You were gawking at him, lips lightly twitching as you tried to search for the right words to say but found yourself unable to.

Without tearing his eyes away from yours, he leaned on the side, placing the book down on the ground, then moved his hand on your cheek to gently cup it.

"I shall make amends, then."

You couldn't believe it. Was he really going to...

Before you had time to fully decode his words and presume his intentions, you felt his hand move higher on your thigh, slide under the fabric of your nightgown and reach your core. A silent burning look passed between the two of you when his fingers touched your wet folds, bare underneath your dress.

You whined pathetically when he finally slid his fingers in and rubbed them over your slit. Your eyes fluttered close and your head fell back on his shoulder as you fully focused on his touch, the very one you had so ardently longed for.

His head bent toward you, leaning against your temple and you could feel his lips brush against your cheek, hot breath caressing your skin. His closeness, even though it was no novelty for you, felt intoxicating.

His fingers dipped into the wetness at your core and smeared back up to circle against your clitoris. You thought you were about to faint, for his touch was making your whole body shiver involuntarily and your heart jump wildly in your chest.

He moved one of his legs to the side, stretching yours open as a result, while his other hand wrapped possessively around your belly.

The lewd squelches that you made when his fingers slipped easily inside your heat and began to thrust in and out seemed to reverberate throughout the room. A broken cry left your lips when a moment later he added the pressure of his thumb on your clitoris, pressing and circling on it.

"Fuck, Dream, I’m-", you were close, you felt it, you could barely hold it together, you were only one touch far to fall apart, he only had to twist his fingers inside you one more time and you would snap. Only one more thrust...

You felt the wind be knocked out of you when his fingers came out of you with a loud squelch and the pad of his thumb slackened its swirling all of a sudden, only grazing with the lightest and slowest of touches your poor hardened nub.

"No no no no!" you cried out of frustration, frantically bucking your hips against his hand as you clinged harder onto him. "Dream please! Don't stop!" You looked up at him with pleading tearful eyes.

He sighed, closing his eyes and leaned forward to press a soft lingering kiss on your temple.

"Go back to bed, Y/N", he whispered in your ear and you felt like screaming at the top of your lungs but you were too stunned to even utter a single word.

Another broken cry left your lips when even the light touch of his thumb ceased, leaving you quivering and clutching at the air.

He gently rolled down your dress, fully covering your thighs and placed both his hands on your waist to help you stand on your still trembling legs. You were in shock, uncapable to wrap your head around what had just happened.

"I will join you shortly." he stated calmly, flashing one last intense stare at you, before he picked up his book from the ground and went back to reading.

You could only numbly turn around and walk away. Your chest was full of all kind of contrasting emotions but you kept them all inside.

"Oh and darling?"

You immediately turned around at the sound of his voice.

"You better not touch yourself in the meantime."

You swallowed, jaw clenching tight and feeling the tears in your eyes threatening to fall you turned on your heels and hurriedly stepped out of the room.

-> PART 2

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A/N:

Bawling my eyes out at this, sorry. That was so cruel Morpheus, so cruel... but I'm sure he will take care of y/n when he's finished with his work. ;) We know he can be a little bitch sometimes... and maybe this time y/n deserved it a little bit. lol

Btw, I wanted to finish this story and post it so now I can fully focus on my studies for the next weeks (my exam session at uni will start soon). I will try and write something whenever I have some free time but I don't think I will post anything until I'm done with the exams. So... I hope you enjoyed this story and that you'll look forward to reading some new ones when I 'return'. Take care! xx

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Unravel

AFAB!Reader x Mark Hoffman

Word count: 1.8k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: smut, masochism, size difference, some brief talk of weight, creampie, mostly Dom!Reader but some Dom!Mark, spitting, p in v

Summary: Your ex, Mark, has no where to go after the glass coffin trap and needs your help...even though you've been on a break.

Notes: I wanted to challenge myself to write a fic that has more detail this time. Reading my works back they all seem super quick to get into the action. So let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

You jump out of your skin at the loud bang against your apartment door. You begrudgingly roll over to the bedside table to check your phone: 1:03AM. Sighing, you put on slippers and stagger to the door. There's a more polite knock this time as you look through the peep hole: it's Mark Hoffman.

You and Mark had a rocky relationship ever since he became an apprentice for John Kramer. You found out from his clothing being torn, covered in oil and miscellaneous substances, or just straight up gone missing, and confronted him about it. He showed you the way of the traps and Kramer's ideology, part of you was sick to your stomach thinking about how many people have died like this, but the other part of you was seriously into how he would build the traps, brainstorming ideas and coming home all hot and bothered. But in the end, you had to take a break, Mark couldn't commit to a relationship as he was essentially married to his work. What you both had was fun, but you always wanted something more.

You unlock the door and Mark tumbles into your flat and walks straight into the kitchen. When you turn around you notice his once silk blue shirt is now red, full of cuts and glass shards. You don't quite know how he got to you; did he drive? Walk? Either way it was impressive how he's still standing. He swipes the kitchen table clean and dumps a first aid kit down. "Fix me", he demands of you. You sigh, thinking about how many months have passed without hearing from him and he turns up like this out of the blue, then inevitably grab some tweezers and sterilising fluid.

Nothing more is said after that, the only sound in the room is you cutting off Hoffman's shirt. Mark had actually trained you in first aid since he started up the traps, to cover for all eventualities. Things like how to stitch a wound, fix dislocations, and so on. You didn't think you'd actually have to use it when he left. It's not exactly like he could fish out the shards himself so it made sense in a way, even though it was painful for you to see him again. Maybe not as painful as the actual glass in his back though. You carefully start removing pieces from him, every so often he flinches but stays as stoic as ever. You put each shard on the table, disinfecting the tweezers as you go. It's painstaking, especially without a word being said. There's too many thoughts whizzing around your head, you wouldn't even know where to start, so you focus on your work instead.

You dab at the wounds with wipes, you notice a couple of particularly deep ones need stitches, and few more need steri-strips. You start to unwind your thread, and begin to close them up. He still flinches and groans occasionally as you fix his wounds. You're surprised you have enough steri strips for the rest. You give it one last glance over to make sure there's no more tint hidden pieces. Once you're happy with your work, you start to pack the rest of the stuff away.

As you reach for an unused bandage, Hoffman suddenly grabs your wrist. You turn to look at him, and he looks at you, deeply into your eyes, as if to say "thank you" without actually saying it, since that wasn't really part of his nature. He then glances down briefly at your lips. He thinks you didn't notice, but you did, and you look down at his too.

There's a lot of tension in the room, and you find it extremely hot that not a word has been said in the last two, maybe three, hours. You've lost track of time, you always do when Mark is around, because nothing else matters. You start to move forward into a kiss but you stop, inches away from him. Mark looks at your lips again. Then he suddenly puts his hand on the base of your skull behind your head and grips your hair. You let out a little surprise gasp.

Then everything happens so fast.

Mark slams his lips against yours, like a man starved, his kisses are desperate and all tongues. You both lightly moan through the heavy kisses, you sit on his lap and start to drag your hand through his hair in exchange, tugging occasionally. You start grinding while on his lap, searching for more. You can feel his member through his trousers. Then you accidentally knock one the cuts on his back and he groans out in pain, however you couldn't help but notice his cock twitch as you did so, now semi erect. You both stop for a bit and share a glance, not one of humiliation but of realisation. You raise an eyebrow, intrigued, and start to purposefully play with one of his stitched wounds. Mark moans and quickly grabs your other hand that's resting on his chest.

"Stop", he commands. There's clearly some unsaid things between you and Mark. You stop and look at him, you both look at each other with need and desperation.

"I don't know how far I'll go, I can't promise I'll be gentle", Mark has danger in his eyes.

"I know", you admit. Mark was always the kind to take out a rough day at work through sex, and you had a feeling tonight was no exception. But it somehow felt different. It could be the time you've had away from each other, or whatever he experienced that night had him particularly wound up.

"Same safe word?", you ask. He nods slightly, and in a flash he's back to passionately kissing you. He lifts you up, trying to walk you to the bedroom, but can't see where he's going as he's so tied up in the moment. He slams you into a wall, you moan as the air is pushed out of you.

You break the kiss momentarily to remove your top, you must have each other now and can't wait until you're in the bedroom. Mark removes your bra, his hands replacing it. His hands are so large, one hand seems to cover your entire chest. His rough skin feels amazing on your soft breasts. You moan as you remove your underwear. Mark breaks the kiss to kick off his trousers and underwear. He catches you looking at his erection, he walks back over to you and grabs your hair.

"How do I look?", he growls in your ear. You moan and start to kiss him again.

Without warning he pushes his cock into you. You forgot how well he filled you up. He was just the right size, but girthier than average. His thickness stung a little since he slammed into you without warning, but it's a good thing you were already slick with arousal. You hold him around his neck as he's lifting you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he's slamming into you against the wall.

With him still inside you, he then carries you over to the kitchen table. It's a good thing you packed everything away earlier. You put your feet on the edge, with your back on the table. Mark continues to push inside of you, sweat starting to glisten down his forehead, onto his large chest. Somewhat hairy, but oh so broad. His frame and arms have always been a turn on for you. Sometimes he was self conscious about his weight but you found it extremely hot. Especially the way it felt on top of you.

You sit up, breaking his momentum briefly, as you can feel the table shake, becoming more and more unstable. You push him to the chair where he was sat as you were cleaning his wounds, and motioned for him to sit down. You straddle him like before, only this time you were completely naked. You haven't felt this powerful for a while. You start to ride him, reaching behind you to start and fondle his balls. He tilts his head back in pleasure, mouth wide open. You stop briefly to hold his jaw open, you look over him as a dribble of your spit travels into his mouth. You forcefully close his mouth to get him to swallow, and continue to ride him.

It's not often you're able to take charge, but you were enjoying it. Hoffman, even though he wouldn't admit it afterwards, likes to think he's dominant at heart, but also loves it when someone takes control.

Your hands start to trail down his back once again. You could feel a few of his stitches had begun to unravel. Mark hisses as you trace your fingers over them. You stop briefly, making sure he was okay with you going further. After no safe word, you continue to pluck open a wound. Mark pretty much jumps out of his seat, slamming into you as he does so. You both moan, the lines of pleasure and pain blurring. You start to dip your finger into the warmth, blood coating your finger and travelling down his body.

"Y/N, I'm gonna-", Mark trails off. You remove your finger, and smear the blood as you caress his face. Around his lips, his jaw, down to his neck.

Mark is VERY into this, he's a massive masochist and seeing you like this has his mind going into overtime. What traps could you come up with? Maybe you could come with him during the next game, getting off on your hard work, putting each other in a trap, and seeing others in them. Watching them struggle in your game, totally oblivious to you and Mark having the steamiest sex of your lives over the monitor.

At this thought, he starts to cum inside of you. The biggest orgasm of his life. You continue to ride his orgasm out of him, the amount of cum you can feel inside you also triggers your orgasm. Mark slams you down by your shoulders to get you to stop moving as his penis slowly grows softer and twitches inside of you. You collapse into Mark's chest, both of you breathless.

You both sit there for a moment, taking everything in. Mark still inside you, his cum leaking out onto the chair, onto the floor, mixing with the blood from his wound that you opened.

You eventually move and mention that you should clean him back up. Mark reluctantly agrees. Neither of you decide to put your clothes back on, as you start to disinfect the table and open your first aid kit again. You mend his stitches and clean him up, and Mark is giving you that look again. Looking at your lips, totally helpless. You sigh as you realise you'll be stitching him back up once again.

#fanfic #mark hoffman x reader #detective mark hoffman #mark hoffman #afab reader #saw #saw fanfic #hoffman x reader #mark hoffman x you #mark hoffman x y/n #hoffman x y/n #glass coffin

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luvring · 2 years

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I saw "suggestion for cove" i ran here asap. So hear me out hear me out.... In game you only hear about mc and Cove going to school between the steps so i would love to see if you have any headcanon about the two of them hanging school life ( from step 1 age to step 3, you choose what age )

— cove school life hcs

thank you. Thank You. i miss him. like i could just replay the game he's Right There but I Miss Him. i'm saur sorry if any of this doesn't match canon I haven't played in so long. also sorry if my experience doesn't match urs. um. i tried to pick universal experiences

the both of you stay up the night schedules come out to make sure you have classes together. there's quiet celebrations when you match up and groans where you don't

you share anything and everything that happened during your time apart on your way home ! cove has never had your math teacher in his life but from the sheer amount of stories you've shared he hopes he never sets foot in that class

BOOK FAIRS! if you really wanted something he'd offer to help pay for it. he might have gotten one of the cool pens or eraser or something

you're always field trip buddies. you sit on the bus together, you walk around together, it is simply law!

oh my god assemblies where the teachers got seats and the kids didn't. he turns to you and whispers about how unfair it is every year. you agree obviously

THE SCHOOL CHRISTMAS PLAYS ☹️ thinking about little cove singing. help. the songs get stuck in your head after music class so they get stuck in His and

little school valentine's where the both of you get each other the cards/candies they sell. platonic or not—personally i love doing it w friends

god. you know he's going to bee line towards you during group projects. why wouldn't he! he knows how you work, you know how he works, it's perfect like It's Perfect

doodle on his notebook doodle on his notebook do

there's a page where the both of you talk in the back of your notes that's a complete mess but it's lovely

asks you for help on what to say during introductions/ice breaker activities. what he says changes over time of course but he's been using the same base for years atp

school dances might be a bit hectic for him but if you wanted to go he'd definitely try his best . just give him some time and don't pull him into the middle of it all please

depends on if cove was athletic or studious but um. cove protecting you during dodgeball! let's think about this (said by girl who despised every version of dodgeball.)

you know he loved the swimming unit for p.e. like he'd actually be excited to come to school

the Dance unit. every time he'd switch over to being your partner you could see him relax

would Absolutely do the thing where you stand in line in a way so you get put on the same teams. every time the teacher would pull a quick one and you'd be on different teams he'd either sneak onto yours or be very upset.

if the class had an assigned seating chart he'd be very tense walking in before seeing the board. he denies it but you're either going to see him pout or grin at the results so

i don't know how they got to school but If it was a vehicle,, car or bus,, just imagining you dozing off and cove scooting over so you can rest your head on his shoulder ☹️

(the first time he saw you rest against the window he started panicking because of how bumpy the road was and now it's stuck in his mind forever)

walking is still quite lovely though. holding hands on the way to school...please.

you and cove will always wait for each other any day you finish earlier than the other

if you ever forgot your lunch cove is immediately splitting his in half

he'd help you study for your classes even if he wasn't taking them. hand him a quizlet/flashcards/your study guide and you're all set!!

y'know how they'd force you to go outside for recess even if it was cold as shit. i feel like cove tried to hide in the washroom at least Once. he could probably get away with it a few times before getting caught

i think it's up to you what it is but like, having something you do after exams to celebrate and relax. i'm not saying cove uses this as motivation but you know.

and if you ever did particularly bad on one cove would be upset with you because ?? he knows how hard you tried and just wants to cheer you up. always reminds you that you did your best and there's always next time.

gives you a Look when you tell him you stayed up or weren't taking care of yourself. will do everything in his power to help you

depending on what clubs you joined, he'd try to tag along. especially if it was a more chill one and not like, a dance club (😔)

^ though if you were in any kind of performance cove would make sure he could come. smiles to himself when you get on stage like Ok That's Awesome For Me

in my mind if you're dating,, you are The prom couple. even if you aren't voted in, it doesn't take a lot to notice the sea green haired boy and his s/o who he has a soft spot for. come on. there's at least 2 friend groups discussing how you'd win (i have no idea how prom works btw)

you know at the end of elementary + jr. high + high school there'd be those parties or graduation. people, fairly, get upset about leaving their friends. but cove without fail looks at you and is always always grateful for the fact he knows he won't lose you

i don't know the last time i used this taglist If Ever. pls tell me if ur not supposed to be on it omg. | @lordbugs @xfangirl-trashx @fifteenshadesofpinkk @lotus-sukimono @bakugosgrenade @vhenis

#cove holden #cove holden x reader #our life #ol:ba #our life beginnings & always

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charliedawn · 11 months

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Slashers reaction to the nurse leaving? Like up a quits. Could be either they got fired or quit on their own? Maybe higher ups didn’t like how close they were with the slashers. I’m curious with how that would play out honestly-

It was a sunny Monday afternoon that you received your red letter.

You perfectly knew what it meant and didn't need to open it to know that your time was up..You let out a shaky sigh—forcing yourself not to cry. Liam was made aware of your imminent "end of contract" and knew there was nothing he could do about it. He could only wish you a happy retirement and provide you a car.

It was coming from upstairs and neither of you could disobey. You were sad to hear about the decision but—as agreed in your contract—you had to go. No member of staff was to stay in the hospital after receiving their red letter, and that included you.

You forced yourself to smile during dinner—the last one you would ever have with the slashers. But then, you asked Five and Michael to stay behind. They looked at each other with a slight frown—wondering if they had done something wrong. The other slashers left and when you were sure they wouldn't hear you—your smile fell. You took a deep inhale and turned towards Five and Michael who were now looking at you with worry in their eyes.

"Nurse Y/N...What's going on ?", Five asked and you held back your tears as you disclosed.

"Five. Michael. I...was asked to leave. Permanently. I'm leaving tomorrow morning and...I'll need you to keep an eye on the others for me, okay ?"

They both fell silent and their eyes betrayed shock and sorrow. Michael took a step forward and grabbed your hand to squeeze it lightly. It was not a question—more of a plea. He wanted you to stay. Your eyes watered at the gesture and you took a deep breath before looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't face their reactions, you couldn't let them see you cry.

"You don't need to do this, Y/N. Please. We can find a way. The slashers need you.", Five hesitated before adding, "I need you."

"Five...", you smiled tenderly at him before pressing your forehead against his. "It's alright. You'll be alright."

It sounded so pitiful—but you had learned to care for the slashers more than you'd care to admit. And maybe was it the reason you had been forced to resign. You wanted to stay—so badly. But, you finally pulled away and wiped the few tears that had managed to escape. There was nothing to be done. The hospital wasn't yours—and so you wouldn't be able to bargain. This was not something you could negotiate—it was terminal.

"The slashers will be confused at first—even angry at me. But, you need to understand that...I care about you. And you'll always have each other. I trust you to watch over them."

Five looked liked he wanted to say something—but reconsidered. Michael stared at you before wordlessly standing up and leaving. He didn't want to stay. It was too upsetting. But then, he looked back at Five who was still seated. Five didn't want to leave you yet.

Michael sat back down.

You smiled gratefully at him.

"I know it must be upsetting for the both of you. But, there is no one I would trust more with the slashers than the both of you."

Michael's knuckles tightened into fists at his sides. This felt too much like a goodbye. You had always been there for them, why would the hospital decide to get rid of you ? It didn't make any sense...

You noticed his reaction and gently placed your hands on top of his.

"Michael...It's okay. You've progressed so much. I'm so proud of you. So very proud. I know that you'll be alright."

You held back your tears and thought of all the things you had witnessed and experienced with them. All the good memories and the battles fought and won. St Louis was more than just your job, it had become your home.

It was hard to say goodbye—but you knew it was for the best. They'd learn to fend for themselves and adapt themselves to the world waiting for them outside. It didn't matter if it was with or without you.

You smiled and wordlessly stood up to leave. You had suitcases to prepare...

Outside :

"F*CK !", Jack cursed loudly before thrashing the room all the slashers has decided to eavesdrop on your conversation from. They clearly hadn't expected it and Jack was letting his anger get the best of him. Freddy was not far behind as he gritted his teeth and shouted.

"This is fuckin' stupid...Who the hell decided that ?!"

"Calm down, gentlemen.", Patricia instructed the two slashers before sitting down. But, Freddy only snarled.

"How are we supposed to fuckin' calm down ?! Haven't ya heard what they said ?! They' gonna make them leave !"

Patricia sent him such a dark glare that he finally indulged and sat back down while Patricia's mind was running all sorts of scenarios in her head. She knew all hell would break lose once you would be gone. And even though she didn't particularly care about the people who would die in the process—she did care about the Horde. And the Horde didn't want you gone. Hedwig was already crying inside and she could feel their whole body tensing up.

"I heard every single word, as we all did. But, if I could have five minutes of your attention. I may have a plan."

All the slashers seemed to converge their attention to her as she smiled and turned towards the clowns first.

"The Penny Brothers and the Jokers. How would you like to be working together ?"

"I would rather eat my own leg !", Pennywise growled out and Arthur huffed a mocking laugh.

"Go ahead. I would love to see you self-destruct."

Pennywise glared at Arthur, but he held his look with a small provocative smirk playing on his lips. However, it was Penny who suddenly spoke up.

"If it's for Y/N...We would try. But what do you expect us to do exactly ?"

Patricia giggled before she leaned forward—as if to share a secret.

"What you do best...cause chaos."

Pennywise frowned in incomprehension at her answer. What was she talking about ?

"So...your grand plan is for us to cause ruckus ? For what ? It's not going to get nurse Y/N to stay..."

Patricia seemed to be waiting for someone to ask the question as she answered.

"While you play...We are going to bring a very important letter to the head council tomorrow.", Patricia replied with a knowing smirk while turning towards Jack who frowned.

"Hum...You know we can't get in, right ?", he reminded her and Patricia nodded.

"Not without a key card. Yes. But this is why we have them...", she turned towards the door and smiled. "Come on in, Five. Michael."

After a few seconds, Five and Michael did enter. Their little chat with you had ended a little while ago and they had been listening since then. They seemed as defeated as the rest of the slashers, but didn't dare protest against Patricia's plan—as it was the only one they had.

"Five you will have but a few seconds to grab one of the security key cards while Jason and Freddy create a distraction for the guards. The Penny Brothers and the Jokers will cause chaos and murder whoever stands in their way. Jack. You will be writing that letter. I will then get the letter to the head council and make sure they understand that we do not appreciate their order. At all.", she continued and at the end, all the slashers seemed to agree. But, Pennywise did tssk as he gave a doubtful look to tee two other clowns.

"...You really expect us to work with those Jokers ? Come on. They are not trustworthy."

"And not very nice.", Penny added.

"Wow. Thanks, guys. Really heart-warming.", J mocked and Arthur gave them a disdainful side glance.

"Be reassured. We aren't that thrilled either."

"Enough.", Patricia chastised them before giving a warning look to both sides. "We only have one shot at this. And unless you really want Y/N to go—you will do as I say."

The clowns all seemed to be biting back their words as they glared at each other—but finally complied. They were doing this for you after all. Patricia smiled—satisfied. She then looked towards the very silent boys—Brahms and Vincent.

"You boys must make sure that Y/N stays in the building. They mustn't leave. At all costs. Can you do that ?"

Brahms and Vincent looked at each other before nodding in agreement. You wouldn't be leaving their sight...Patricia then noticed Bo leaned against the door—looking at everyone with calculating eyes. He perfectly knew what Patricia was doing. She was taking control and they both knew why...But, as he didn't have a plan—he had no choice but to stay silent.

"Mr. Sinclair...I was made aware that you tend to all the cars in the facility, is that correct ?", she said with a fake smile and Bo answered with one of his own.

"Yeah. I know my way aroun' an ol' four-wheel, why ?"

Patricia nodded before eyeing the cars parked in front of the compound.

"I need you to go downstairs and make sure none of them are operational by tomorrow. Our sweet nurse can't leave if they do not have a ride..."

Bo followed her gaze and finally smiled. The old hag wasn't wrong. The nearest town was miles away and the time they could call for anyone—they would be running this whole hospital. Of course, not long enough to take complete control—but just enough for the clowns to make the higher-ups understand that nurse Y/N had to stay. This could actually work. He tipped his cap at Patricia in agreement.

"Yes, ma'am. On it."

He then disappeared and Patricia smiled to herself before clapping her hands together.

"Let's go, children. It's show time."

All the slashers nodded in agreement—even the most stubborn ones. Patricia saw them scatter and prepare themselves. At the end, only Michael remained.

He was staring at her.

"Something to say, Michael ?", Patricia said and her cold eyes settled on him. There were several things Michael wanted to say...But, he remained silent. He could see right through her sweet glamor—she was bittersweet. He would listen to her now, but he wouldn't let her take control of the slashers. He took a step forward and reached out for her—but then noticed the slight shift in their eyes.

In a matter of seconds, another personality showed. Dennis sighed before pulling out his glasses and meticulously cleaning the lenses before walking right past Michael.

"We have a long day tomorrow, Mr. Myers. I would advise you to go get some rest."

It was no advice. It was a warning. Michael narrowed his eyes at the Horde until they were out of sight. He knew that many of the slashers weren't fooled, but easily influenced.

And whatever the Horde would ask after saving nurse Y/N ? It would be expensive.

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling where a spider was slowly weaving its web. He then turned around to leave. Tomorrow promised to be eventful...

The next morning :

"Y/N...Y/N ?!", Brahms called out for you—but you were nowhere to be seen. Both Brahms and Vincent started to panic. Had you lied on the time you were supposed to leave ?

Fortunately, you got out of the bathroom just at that moment and frowned at both slashers who were standing in front of the door.

"Brahms ? Vincent ? What are you doing here ?", you asked—but they didn't answer. You sighed and attempted to get to the door, but Brahms caught your wrist and shook his head.

"Y/N. Not leaving.", he articulated and your brow furrowed as you tried to pull out of his hold—but to no avail. That's when you heard them...the screams. And soon after, gunshots. Your eyes widened as you looked up at the two slashers who refused to meet your gaze.

"What is going on ?", you asked—but they ignored you. You gritted your teeth before demanding. "Brahms. Vincent. Get out of my way. Right now."

It was Vincent's time to shake his head and you could see how painful it was for the both of them to disobey—but they had to. Your eyes became serious as the screams and cries for help of your ex-colleagues became louder. You were technically still a nurse until the sunset. And you wouldn't stand here while the slashers threw away all the hard effort you had put in stopping them from making any more victims.

You stomped your foot authoratively and caught the attention of both Vincent and Brahms. You then tried to not let your voice waver as you ordered them to move aside.

"Brahms. Vincent. Let me see."

You had your serious face on and could see their determination start to decline. Finally, they obeyed and Brahms moved—followed suit by Vincent. But, before you got out, Brahms grabbed your hand and looked desperate as he uttered.

"Don't...look."

Don't look ? At what ? You opened the door ajar and glimpsed outside. What you found there made you freeze on the spot. Blood...So much blood. Bodies. Bullet holes. The Penny Brothers feasting on some guards while the Jokers were shooting the runners. It was a nightmarish sight.

You slowly closed the door and your whole body was trembling—but not in fear. You weren't afraid of them. You knew they would never hurt you...but in rage. You didn't know what the slashers were hoping to achieve—but that was slamming all of your efforts back into your face. And doing all this behind your back ?

You slowly closed the door and tried to smile before wordlessly walking to the bathroom. Brahms and Vincent followed you with their eyes—but didn't walk after you. You locked the door behind you before looking up at your bathroom window. As a slashers' nurse, you had planned for the eventuality that you would have to escape your own room if necessary and had hid a rope and a knife in your towel basket. You urgently got the rope out and wrapped it securely around you before attaching the other end to the toilet's base.

However, you then heard a persistent knocking at the door. You knew it was either Brahms or Vincent and that it was a matter of time before they entered. You quickly got out the window and started climbing down the wall. You ignored the dooming feeling creeping at the back of your neck and kept going—even though you could hear people being slaughtered inside. You blinked your tears away and your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door breaking.

You looked up and found Brahms and Vincent peering down at you from the window you had just escaped from. Vincent stayed and decided to go another way—but Brahms followed you. He grabbed the rope and started climbing down after you.

"Y/N !", he called for you and you could feel that the rope wouldn't hold you both for long.

"Brahms ! Don't follow me ! You will get hurt !"

But he stubbornly refused to let go and when the rope finally broke—you both fell. But— even though you thought you were falling to certain death—you felt two arms wrap around you.

"Y/N...", Brahms whispered before you both hit the ground. But, Brahms made sure to take most of the damage as you both rolled over. His arms caged you—but there was a softness in the way he had uttered your name that brought tears to your eyes. Brahms was one of the slashers that had taken his rehabilitation seriously. He had made tremendous effort and it was maybe the reason why he hadn't killed anyone today. The other slashers could feel it too. But, you were genuinely afraid as you didn't feel him move above you. You succeeded in worming yourself out of his embrace, but what you saw made your eyes grow wide in horror.

"Brahms !", you screamed and teared up as you tried to extract a tree branch that had pierced his abdomen. You finally succeeded in retrieving the piece of wood and you could see that Brahms' wound was already healing. You had little time and only kissed his forehead lovingly.

"I'm sorry, Brahms..."

You then ran to the nearest car and attempted to start it—but it sputtered and stopped completely. And no matter how many times you tried to get it to work—it wasn't moving. And then, you heard a tell-tale whistling and didn't even need to look out to know who it was. Bo walked at a slow pace towards your car—unhurriedly. He seemed almost peaceful—even though each step he took painted the road with red prints. He almost danced his way to you before leaning against the door of the car and almost comically knocked on the window.

"Ya were really about to go without sayin' goodbye, darlin' ?"

You took a deep breath before slowly turned your head towards him—only to be met with Bo's shit-eating grin. Of course. Of course he would mess up with your early retirement.

"Bo...I'm sorry. But, I have no choice.", you tried to explain—but Bo tsskd playfully.

"We're your patients. YOUR patients, nurse. No one else's. Ya the only reason we' here in this dump hole. Now, if they don' like it ? They can suck it."

He then leaned forward until you could see the insanity gleaming in his eyes. He forward to you and you shivered when he retrieved the keys of the car and made it look like a magic trick as he made it disappear. Your eyes widened as you tried to open the door and run to another car—but he slammed it shut with his foot.

"Bo...I can't stay.", you insisted—but he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Well—sh*t. Looks like we have no choice but kidnap ya then...ain't that right, boys ?"

And suddenly, you were surrounded. All the slashers were staring at you and you closed your eyes before resting your forehead against the cool material of the steering wheel—knowing it was over.

Freddy *smirks* : "Seems like it. Sure would be awful, wouldn't it ?"

Jason *nods in agreement before standing in front of the car*

Brahms *holds his hand* : "We're not letting you go, Y/N."

Jack *chuckles and shakes his head before lowering himself to face you* : "I've been spending the whole night writing a damn letter to the head council. They better change their mind before we decide to get rid of them. Would be a real shame..."

Penny *giggles mischievously behind him* : "SHAME !"

Pennywise *rolls his eyes* : "We literally caused a bloodbath for you."

'I didn't ask you to...I didn't ask for any of this.' You wanted to say—but kept your mouth shut. Your slashers had rescued you—not knowing that you didn't want to be rescued.

They hadn't learnt a single thing. It broke your heart. Maybe, it should had been for the best for you to leave after all ? You had tried to stay with your face held up high and a smile to boot—but it was because you believed they could change. You truly believed you could change them. But, the blood was warm on your face—a contrast with the blood frozen in your veins.

You loved them—you really did.

But, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore the dead bodies and all the families knocking at your door—asking what happened to their relative. It was becoming harder and harder to lie and say it was an unfortunate accident—or the risks of the job. Once back inside, you locked your bedroom door and slid down until your butt reached the floor and finally broke into tears. What were you supposed to do ? They would never let you leave. That was now a certainty now.

You were trapped. But, the worst part was ?

You didn't seem to mind as much as you should.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #slashers #michael myers #freddy krueger #the horde #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #jack torrance #slashers au

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larcenywrites · 2 months

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kinda random but headcanons about young!tony telling maria stark all about his girlfriend (maybe she was his best friend/childhood friend and then they fell in love and maria always teased them about how they'd make a cute couple) and maria teasing him about being a lovesick puppy but also being super happy about it + relationship advice from mama stark 🤧🥰 maybe her telling tony what she thinks of his girlfriend and everything 🥺👉👈

Tbh I like the idea of Tony and his s/o being cute childhood friends🥺 and this is already long but I feel like I have so much more I wanna say 😭 I hardly know what I said here honestly 😭 I focused a lot more on the childhood aspect ngl 😭

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: she/her terms and pronouns used | completely SFW |

💠You and Tony have been connected at the hip since childhood! Neighbors, both the only children in your families, same age— so of course you both got up to no good in the shared strip of grass between your homes! And eventually up to no good in each other's homes!

💠Cue that video of that kid crying because the other kid said that she'd marry him 😂 That's pretty much little you and little Tony! Your Superman and Barbie were always married to his Batman and He-Man toys, and maybe you made him be the housewife when you played house in the kitchen 😌 And Maria was probably much more entertained with whatever love-betrayal-murder plot you two came up with on the living room floor than the daytime soaps on the tv 🤧

💠Especially if Maria is best friends with your parent/s, I'm sure she was the type to giggle about how their kids will grow up and get married

💠He was ripping apart RC cars instead of playing with them in the driveway, or making you hold wires in place while he duct-taped them around a pipe. And Howard wasn't very happy when he started tearing television remotes apart, too…

💠So when daddy dearest shipped him off to boarding school, summers and holidays were practically spent entirely together!

💠He always hid in your backyard when he was sent home early from boarding school for being difficult, and was oh-so-boastful about winning the fight that got him sent home early- that he didn't even start, by the way! He started hiding in your room on the days he had to go back, but he wasn't going to let you get in trouble for hiding him when now your parents were involved in the search too 😖

💠Every year, the same routine. Sometimes he came back a little taller, and sometimes he was leaving with a new haircut (of which you weren't afraid to let him know your opinion of it!) that would be grown back out by the time he returned, but one day, in particular, was different...

💠 He'd shown up at your window as per usual, right at the end of summer, finally tall enough to cross his arms over your windowsill without standing on his toes.

💠 "I don't wanna go," he whined, squishing his cheek against his arm as he rested his head upon his crossed arms.

💠"But you'll get in trouble," you argued back, meeting him at the window and standing on your knees, still looking down at him.

💠"I'll get in trouble either way." He continued to pout, but you didn't let up either.

💠"It's just one more year." But your plea was only met with a sigh.

💠"Here," you started decisively, tone making him turn towards you, still with his chin tucked over his arms. With a short bout of courage, you quickly leaned down before he could even realize, barely touching your lips to his in a child's-excuse-of-a-kiss that hardly lasted a second. "I'll wait for you to get back, okay?" You chirped reassuringly, fighting the heat under your cheeks.

💠Wide-eyed and red-faced, no longer slumped over crossed arms and tight-lipped, he could only nod cartoonishly.

💠 You'd always thought he looked silly and a bit scrawny in his school uniform, but now he looked quite cute in those silly green shorts as he was finally heeding Jarvis' call from the car.

💠Both fortunately and unfortunately, nothing special happened or changed once he came home, but as time passes, it's only natural for the two of you to get shy at close contact or steal glances during a round of Galaga or Mario, and maybe sitting a bit close for the thrill!

💠And Maria obviously notices! She doesn't play on the NES herself, but she enjoys watching! Or maybe just enjoys watching you guys 🤭

💠And later that night at dinner, she's definitely teasing Tony about how cute you two are, but even Howard comes to the poor blushing boy's rescue 😖

💠Remember that Tony went to college real early at 16, probably much to your secret bitterness and dismay 😒 but the worst was that, once again, he only came home on summers and winters and holidays 😔 where you got to hear all about his new friend and maybe felt a bit jealous 😔

💠But at least with his more formal education (and more trust from his dad), he was no longer so anarchic with his little science experiments! Sure, he'd always made little robots and been able to put anything back together with only minor issues, but now you were seeing him in a section of the paper with much larger robots and maybe feeling a bit silly now about holding the flashlight for him while he tore apart your family's backup generator 😅

💠And maybe you leaned in a little too close on purpose when he was sketching out his blueprints to bring to class after spring break... hey, they are actually really good!

💠Eventually those RC cars became real cars, and eventually he asked you out… with some help from his mom, of course.

💠"Tony, when are you going to man up and ask (Y/N) out?" Maria asks one day.

💠"Huh?" He's genuinely confused and taken aback, looking over at his mom with furrowed brows.

💠"You heard me."

💠"I don't think it's like that," he replies meekly, already blushing.

💠"Didn't you say she kissed you?"

💠"Yeah, when we were like fourteen…"

💠"And it doesn't seem anyone else is willing to hang out with you every day..."

💠"Should I be offended by that?"

💠"You should be inspired."

💠Tony rolls his eyes a little, but it is already something he's thought about. Of course he's thought about it! And honestly, you've probably dropped some very frustratingly obvious hints 😖 and Tony isn't stupid. You know this, he knows this. Well, maybe he's a little more inept when it comes to social cues, but still!

💠Maria has known you for nearly you're whole life, and she already adores you, so don't worry, she also talks all about how lovely you seem and how Tony should go for it! She's on your side! As soon as you leave, she'll have something to say!

💠And the longer Tony puts it off, the more she'll just downright be like, "Y/N was flirting with you, dummy!!!!" or "You guys are very cute 🥰"

💠Tony is frustrated not because he disagrees, but because he really doesn't know what to do and doesn't wanna look stupid :( Because, let's be honest, in this circumstance, he has 0 experience 🤧

💠After awkwardly trying and failing to ask you out in his garage one night, after fumbling to grab every tool and getting hit by the car's hood he didn't properly secure, and then became even more flustered after you grabbed onto his shoulders and head and asked if he was okay, he decided to begrudgingly ask his mom for help 😖

💠And gets even more embarrassed when she excitedly agrees 😓

💠"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me out here," he whines in a regional New York accent that he's probably mostly shed by now with his college career.

💠And only many months later will Maria tell you about his red cheeks and scrunched nose as he asked 🤭

💠But!!! What she's saying... he already failed at a few days ago :( He tried asking you on a date during a casual hangout :( but he was already not doing himself many favors so he gave up and just let you go home with nothing more than a meek "see ya 🙂"

💠His mom makes him feel a little better about it, especially when she says that you probably thought it was cute😊😊 and probably knew what was up anyway! But, uh, maybe still make sure you don't do that next time... have more confidence!

💠So... the next time you're both hanging out in his garage... he's probably puffing out his chest and flexing a bit 🤭 but when you do look, it does help his confidence! And that's the point!

💠This time when you go to leave, he's still a bit flustered and stumbling through a few words, but he does manage to get out a "so, um... I was thinking maybe we should go somewhere... nicer? Next time? Maybe Friday?"

💠He becomes a bit squeaky at the end there, but it only helps him look cuter! Of course, you've been waiting on this for years, probably, so you can confidently smile back at him and tell him you'd love that- maybe even tell him that you have been waiting for him to ask!

💠Bonus points if you give him a little cheek kiss before you head home, kinda reminiscent of your silly little childhood kiss 🥰 And yes, Tony never forgot it 😘

💠Your confidence (and his lack thereof) definitely throws him off! But don't let his stiff demeanor fool you! He's very happy! And can't hide his grin when he head into his own house... which his mom instantly picks up on and may have been watching through the window 🤭

💠And might tease him about that little kiss 😘

💠But now... he has to actually plan the date 😨

💠First dates are always awkward (especially with your childhood friend!), but with some pretty flowers and surprisingly confident handholding, it goes well!

💠Bonus points for another cheek kiss before you head inside your house after he drops you off 😘

💠Either way, now he's hooked!

💠Now, when you lean over the edge of the car to look under the hood and huddle close to him, he can't help but smile all giddy and sneak a kiss 🥺 because now he's allowed to and now he's super cute 😭

💠He used to always keep it to himself, but now when he calls his mom every week from school like usual, he can't help but complain about being bored without you 🥺 only for Rhodey to scoff offendedly behind him loud enough for Maria to hear 😭

💠And you know Rhodey got an earful when Tony returned from Summer break talking about his new girlfriend 😘

💠And you also know that when Tony calls you from school, Rhodes is waiting not only to make his own calls, but 7 out of 10 times waiting to make kissy noises and aws every time Tony says he misses you or anything along those lines 🥰 The other times, Rhodey does give you guys some peace and quiet, but sometimes him being there for the call is fun too!

💠But even when he is home, and even if you were just over yesterday or earlier that day, Maria can tell he's bummed ☹️

💠But honestly it does kinda make her happy! Her son is in love!! But she can't help but tease him about being all lovesick 🥰🥰 There's probably a picture somewhere of him pouting at the breakfast table, but he'll brush it off as him being tired 😤

💠The two of them being close is, believe it or not, a good thing for you! Sure, Maria is protective of her son, but she's also protective of you! Moreso when it comes to your relationship with Tony!

💠If Tony comes to confide in her about an argument, whether or not he's in the wrong, she's telling him how to fix it 🤧 and sending him with flowers 💐

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