#omg that sweep of her hand so familiar to me

[sebscore]

okay, but can we have a driver!reader flirting with all of the wags and sweeping them off their feet and making all of the drivers do better cuz, well driver!reader is now the standard

BREAK UP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, I’M BORED

pairings: lando norris x driver!reader / luisinha barosa oliveira x driver!reader / alex albon x driver!reader / muni lily he x driver!reader

warnings: swearing. mention of being virgin. shameless flirting. return of the rumplestiltskin.

author’s note: my bestie coming through with the requests!! 🤗 I had so much fun writing this, like omg ! I hope everyone likes and let me know what you think of it!

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“Hi, there.” Y/N greeted the young woman as she entered the club bathroom.

The stranger glanced up in the mirror, surprised at the sudden greeting. “Oh, hi.” She smiled and went back to reapplying her make-up.

Y/N walked up to the sink next to her, grabbing some soap and washing her sticky hands from the alcohol that Charles had spilled on them. “I’ve never seen you here before, are you new in the city?”

The brunette carefully pulled her mascara wand away from her eyes, shyly looking at Y/N. “Uh, no, I’m just visiting for a few days.” The woman had a slight Portuguese accent to her English.

“Oh, cool,” she grinned in response, “I’m Y/N, btw.” The athlete introduced herself, confidently sticking out her freshly washed hand.

The, what she assumed, Portuguese beauty chuckled, but put her mascara wand down and shook her hand. “I’m Luisa.”

Luisa. The name sounded familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t place it and she also couldn’t recognize the woman from anywhere.

“Beautiful name,” Y/N smiled, wanting to make her at ease, “are you from Portugal, by any chance?” She leaned against the counter.

Luisa excitedly nodded her head. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I could tell by your accent.” She answered, softly laughing.

At her response, Luisa looked down in embarrassment. “Oh, no,” she put her hands over her face, “it’s really bad, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize! It’s sexy.” Y/N tried to make her feel better by some old-fashioned flirting.

She could see the red blush through Luisa’s small layer of foundation. “Thank you.” She put a lost stray of hair behind her ear.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N smirked, liking where this was going, “so, what do you do? You have a job? You study?”

“I’m a fashion model.” The brunette started putting her make-up back in her small pouch.

As soon as Luisa wasn’t looking at the driver, Y/N swiftly checked the woman out. “I should’ve known.” She continued flirting. “I’m a race car driver.” Y/N told her, her eyes back to Luisa’s face.

Her newfound friend nervously chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh shit, you know me? That’s cool.” She tilted her head to the side.

“Of course I know you, you’re a really good driver.” Luisa complimented her, her ears turning red now as well.

The effect Y/N had on the woman gave her a confidence boost. “Well, thank you,” the smirk on her face wasn’t leaving any time soon, “do I know you from somewhere? I recognize your name, but I can’t seem to place it.”

Luisa nodded her head, immediately understanding where Y/N might have heard her name. “Yeah, you, uh, race against my boyfriend.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at the answer. “I race against your boyfriend? Oh my god, who?” Y/N couldn’t understand how someone as beautiful as Luisa would be the girlfriend of one of her colleagues.

“Lando.”

“Lando? Lando Rumplestiltskin Norris?” The shock that went through her body was indescribable, she just did not understand how.

Luisa burst out in laughter at the nickname, recalling her boyfriend saying something about it. “Yes, that one.”

“Are you joking? Oh my god! Yes, you are Luisa!” The memory of when she eavesdropped on Lando and Carlos at one of the drivers briefing earlier that year coming back to her.

It didn’t take too long after that for Y/N to drag the poor woman out of the bathroom in search of the McLaren driver. “Norris!”

Lando turned around upon the sound of his name being called. He was surprised to see his friend holding hands with girlfriend. “Y/N!” He hadn’t seen her since the last race weekend.

“When were you gonna introduce me to this beauty?” Her and Lando had been friends since their early karting days, so she was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t mentioned his girlfriend to her.

Lando pulled Luisa to him, separating the women’s intertwined hands. “We haven’t been together for that long,” he explained, “I was gonna introduce you two at the next GP.”

“I’m very happy for you.” Y/N smiled at Lando, who seemed to appreciate her genuine tone. “Thanks, Y/N.”

She glanced at Luisa. “He’s been a virgin for 22 years, so I’m actually really relieved to see you.” Y/N told her, resulting in a laughing Luisa and an eye-rolling Lando.

“I’ll leave you two, but if you’re getting sick of him,” the female driver pulled her business car out of her small purse, “you can always give me a call.” She handed it over to the Portuguese woman with a wink, whose cheeks burned up again.

Lando gave her a light push. “Okay, bye now!”

“Oh, it’s the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the reason I wake up every day, the-“

“The girlfriend of Alex.”

“Whatever, Albono! Boyfriends are temporary anyway.” Y/N brushed Alex’s interruption off and hugged Lily upon their arrival at the paddock.

“How are you doing, my love?” Lily asked her, swaying the athlete from side-to-side in her arms.

Y/N laughed at Alex’s annoyance, the man crossing his arms. “I’m very good now that you’re here, darling.”

“I’m here as well, you know?” The Thai-British driver announced himself again, feigning offense at his friend’s lack of greeting towards him.

Y/N simply patted his arm. “Good morning, baby!” She teased him, referencing that one time Alex accidentally showed his text to Lily in an interview.

“Oh my god, you’re never gonna believe what happened!” Y/N spoke up, intriguing the couple as they took a step closer to her.

“Like two weeks ago? I was at a club with Charles and Charlotte, and I went to the bathroom and there was this pretty girl fixing her make-up, so I started flirting with her, you know?” She explained, matter-of-factly.

“And she was blushing and shit, so I was getting pretty confident and I introduced myself and she knew who I was!” Y/N gasped, getting Lily and Alex very immersed in her story.

“And she seemed familiar as well, I just couldn’t place her, you know? And suddenly she says that I race against her boyfriend!”

Lily gasped now as well, shocked at the turn of events. “OMG! Who?”

“Lando ‘No Pubes’ Norris.” Y/N answered through gritted teeth.

The couple widened their eyes, their hands covering their mouths as their jaws dropped. “No way! You were flirting with Lando’s girlfriend? Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!” Alex cackled, holding onto Lily for support.

Y/N slapped his shoulder. “Hey! I didn’t know she was his girlfriend and she seemed to be liking it.” She defended herself.

“What did you do when you found out?” Lily asked her, trying her hardest not to start cackling like her boyfriend.

Y/N grinned at the question. “Well, I did what any sane person would do,” she started off, “I gave her my business card.”

This time, Lily couldn’t hold herself in and dissolved in laughter and the couple hilariously tried to hold on to each other.

“Why do you still use those cards? You’ve had them for years.” Alex commented, finding it funny that the woman still gave out cards.

“To give to pretty women, Albono.” At the mention of pretty women, Y/N winked at Lily.

As soon as he noticed, Alex jokingly put his arm between the two of them. “Stop stealing our girlfriends!” He exclaimed.

Y/N made an advance to leave, figuring she should get herself ready for the race with her team. “NEVER!” She yelled over her shoulder.

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[ashwhowrites]

Eddie + his queen from Brat + smut prompt #35? (omg I LOVE HER)

I love her too!! Such a badass

Like how can you not just ruin this cute face?

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

Eddie felt like his whole body was bruised. He was standing in front of the mirror, hickeys covering his neck and chest. If he slightly turned he could see the scratches down his back.

The longer he looked the more the shower began to fog it up. His reflection slowly becoming unrecognizable.

The heat of the shower traveled through the bathroom. Eddie slipped out of his boxers, a hissed left his mouth when he felt the material scraped against his sore ass.

He could imagine the handprints that cover the skin. He truly believes she left a mark everywhere on his body.

He slowly entered the shower, closing the glass door. He sighed when the warm water softened his muscles. The hot water covering his body and soaking his hair.

Eddie began to wash his body but as his hands began to brush over his stomach, his brain remembered her touch. He shivered at the ghost feeling she left on his skin.

He traced his neck, remembering the feeling of her sucking the skin, blowing cold air over the fresh marks.

He moved his hands to brush over his ass. The hot water stung but his eyes rolled when he could feel the ghost of her pushing into him. His asshole clenched at the thought.

His hand slowly made the way back to his front side and even slower down to his now hard cock.

He gave it small pumps, giving himself some relief. He moaned as the feeling traveled through his bones.

So lost in the feeling he didn't notice the glass door opening, there she stood, naked, with a smirk of her own

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

She stepped in behind him, pressing her bare chest against his back.

Upon her arrival, his hand began to pump himself faster.

"God yes, but it made me so hard remembering it." He whined out as he threw his head back into her shoulder.

She licked the shell of his ear as she trailed her hands over his body.

He shivered, even under the hot water.

She kissed his back then turned him around.

His naked chest and cock faced her.

She gently removed his hand and replaced it with her own.

Very slow pumps, in contrast to his fast strokes.

"baby please," she wasn't quite sure what he was whining for but she knew she wanted him and she wanted him now.

"can you fuck me Eddie? Can you fuck me good my pretty boy?"

He almost blew his load right there. He puffed out as much air as he could to steady himself.

He tangled his hand in her wet hair and smashed his lips onto hers. He moaned at her familiar taste. Sweeping his tongue inside and whined at the small taste of his cum from this morning still on her tongue.

She pulled her hand away. He pulled himself away from her lips and grabbed the back of her thighs.

Catching on she jumped as he wrapped her legs around him, pushing her back against the wall.

Her loud moan echoed loudly around the bathroom when he slipped himself inside.

He wasn't going slow or making love. They were just getting that fix. Chasing to the orgasm as fast as they could.

Their moans and whimpers were bouncing off the glass doors. The heat of the shower was making their head spin. He was thrusting into her as fast as he could. Her hips rolling to create friction.

Eddie knew he was getting close. Something about her never made him last too long. But when her moans were getting louder and closer together, he knew she was close too.

His free hand trailed down to her clit, rubbing in circles fast and hard. All while keeping the same fast pace as he pounded into her.

"fuck baby. Yes" she moaned out as her hands dug into his hair

He moaned as she yanked his curls with every moan.

"that's it. Make me cum baby. Make me proud and make me fucking cum."

His fingers circled her clit even faster. Desperate to get her off.

When she screamed and clenched her thighs around him, he knew she was coming.

He was working her through it. Her hands reached to his shoulders and clawed down hard.

His head was thrown back as she released herself all over him.

She was still coming down from her orgasm but acted fast. She dropped her legs and pulled herself off of his still hard cock. He was confused and went to question her when her hand sneaked behind him, a hand gripping his sore ass.

He was embarrassed by the loud pitched whine that left his lips.

"you just love your ass getting touched, don't you slut?"

He pathetically nodded as fast as he could. Now rocking his hips against her body.

With one hand still groping his ass, she began to pump him again.

One finger pushed into his tight asshole had him coming in seconds.

"fuck baby. I'm cumming. Oh shit. Fuck...that's it."

His brain was turning to mush. He looked down at her hand that was fastly stroking his cock.

He watched as the white hot streaks of his cum were splattering all over the place. Making a mess on her hands and stomach.

Once she pumped everything out of him she washed herself off in the water. A smile thrown his way that always made him breathless.

It doesn't matter how many times she ruins him. He'll be hard again in seconds.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson smut x reader #eddie munson smut

[sumaneun-stars]

'Escape : My Cold Heart'

Pairing. Nishimura riki x fem!reader

Genre. Childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst

Warnings. None!

Synopsis. You thought you could be with Riki forever, until one day changed everything. Years later, his absence didn't stop you from witnessing your dream, although he promised he'd be there with you.

A/n: I thought of this after I found out there was a comet called Nishimura which was recently discovered omg TT. Anyways I hope you like it!<3

“Run!” you heard from a distance. “Faster!”

You ran along the fields of grass and the wall of mountains, under the blanket of stars above. You ran along the never ending path towards your one desire. So far but so close, the collection of dust and ice, running beside earth to find a place to land- a place to call… ‘home’.

“Times up!” your coach announced for the 4th time, the only time you heard.

Snap.

Your feet stopped. You looked down at the paved ground with painted, yellow lines. You lifted your heavy head up, to see the disappointing view of beige colored concrete walls around you, followed by students dressed in their P.E wear, including you.

You made your way to your previous position, having no improvement from the last time. You sighed, looking down at your worn out sport shoes, which were gold to you.

'Escape is what I need' you thought to yourself.

You heard the last bell ring, and went straight to your best friend, Heather. You took her by the hand, walking out of school with her. You stopped on the nearest pavement bench and sat her down.

"Heather, I need a favor," you said.

You would never be the one to ask for help. You would always fend for yourself, and laugh at the word, 'dependent'. There was not an ounce of mischief in your face- making Heather know that you said this with all seriousness.

"Tell me"

She trusted you, at all costs.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

You walked down the busy streets of Tokyo, ears filled by the sounds of the honking of vehicles, the sweeping of leaves and the never ending talks of society. You wished you were in a movie. Where the main character would walk along the peaceful roads, admiring the beautiful red leaves falling from trees, which paved the way for him/ her. You sighed.

'Escape is what I need' you thought to yourself.

You took out the spare key in your pocket, opening the door.

"I'm home" you announced.

Your mother greeted you with a hug, and that's when you performed step 1.

"Mom" you looked up at her.

"Hm?"

"Heather invited me for a sleepover, can I go?"

With 15 minutes worth of interrogation, she finally allowed you. 

You entered your small room, opening your cupboard and taking out a till. It had been five years since it was filled with a single penny, and now it was up to the brim. You took the hammer which you stole from your brother (it was lying around), and broke it open.

You gasped. You had never seen this much money in your life, ever. You spread it out, looking for the one.

There it was. The penny where it all started. There was a note taped on it, saying, 'I hope we get there, make it happen for us'. You softly smiled, reading the note which he wrote to you, five years ago, before he left.

You collected the money, emptying it into a polythene bag and putting it deep down into your backpack. You packed up all the necessary items for traveling, including the hopefully not expired snacks you kept hidden in your drawers.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

-

You got out of the taxi, your backpack hanging on one shoulder. You looked up at the beautiful, huge house in front of you. It was almost three times bigger than yours.

"Have a great time, honey. Be careful when coming back home, I have work so can't pick you up" your mother said, closing the door of the car.

You watched as the vehicle slowly disappeared. You rang the bell, and soon saw the door open, with the familiar face smiling at you.

"Hey y/n!" She greeted you.

"Hey"

She smiled.

"Well-"

"Here you go" she handed over a larger than usual lunchbox, wrapped up in a checked cloth with spoons and chopsticks attached. You were about to hug her, but got interrupted by the weird material which you felt under the lunchbox. You turned it over, to see an envelope. You opened it, finding money inside.

You smiled lovingly, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stepped forward to hug her.

"Thank you, Heather. Thank you so much" you said, your voice muffled with all the sobbing. She hummed, patting your back.

She parted the hug, caressing your shoulders.

"Be safe, okay?" She said, giving you a sad smile. "Call me if anything's wrong"

"Hm" You replied, watching her step behind, closing her front door, mouthing a silent 'bye' with a wave.

You had calculated all the expenses carefully, leaving enough money to buy a seat in the 'third class - reserved' section.

You sat yourself down on an empty bench, sighing. You looked at your watch. '5 minutes more' you said to yourself.

You felt something brushing on your leg. You bent down, spotting a ginger colored cat with sparkling eyes, just like his. You carried it and placed it next to you. The cat meowed at you, rubbing its nose on your fingers which reached out at it. You smiled.

"I'll name you… Riki" you said softly, patting its head.

Soon enough, the train arrived. You took a deep breath as you got onto the carriage, and took your seat. You reached out to your pockets, taking out the penny. You caressed it with your thumb, smiling at the words written on it.

"Hello," the girl who was sitting next to you, said.

You smiled. "Hi"

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n, yours?"

"Suki," she smiled brightly. "Where are you headed?"

(5 years ago)

"Hey y/n! C'mere!" He called you.

"What's up?" You asked him, sitting cross- legged beside him on the ground.

He took out an empty till, and placed it in front of you both.

"Let's collect. Let's start collecting so that, five years from now, on September 4th, we can come here and witness the comet, together" he said.

You smiled, and nodded in agreement.

He took out a penny from his pocket, along with a pen and a tiny notebook. He wrote something down, tore the page and pasted it on the penny. He refused to show you. So for five years, you didn't know what he had written.

"Show me!"

"Never!"

You started chasing him. You chased him along the same fields of grass and wall of mountains, the sounds of both of your laughter filling your ears.

He ran back to the till and inserted the coin.

"No!" You screamed, tripping on his foot and falling sideways on his stomach.

He groaned in pain.

You both started laughing uncontrollably in each other's hold, feeling warm- and safe.

You took a breath after laughing, moving yourself to rest on his stretched out arm. He turned, smiling at you. You looked into his eyes- but they looked somewhat… sad.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

He hummed. "I'll tell you later, when we get back home" he replied.

And so he did tell you once you got back home- that he was leaving. He refused to tell you why, but he promised that he'd make a better version of himself, for you. He didn't say when, but he'd come back.

(The present)

You felt a pat on your shoulder, making your head shoot up.

"Excuse me? Your stop is in about 15 minutes" Suki informed you.

"O- oh. Thank you" you smiled.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

3.30 a.m. 

30 minutes more.

You grabbed your backpack, an extra bottle of water, an extra jacket, your phone, and walked out of the tiny room which you rented for the night.

You walked along the empty road, with only a few street lights here and there which guided you. Your hands shivered, for the coldness of the deep night.

Your footsteps were the only sounds you could hear, along with your now pounding heart. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared. The main characters in movies did it so easily, without an inch of fear in them.

You switched on the torch of your phone, because you were no longer on the streets. You were now far away from the place you stayed at, but you came this far for what? To turn back? Certainly not.

You spotted the small, rocky road to the fields of your childhood, and started following it.

Your feet stopped. Not because you reached the place, but because you could see the outline of a person- a rather tall person.

You took a step behind, but realized that there was no use- the person would've already known you were there, because you were the only source of artificial light. But why didn't he turn to look at you? Why was he looking up? Was he here to see the comet too?

You raised the torch to his face, feeling a hint of bravery. He turned to your direction, covering his face with his hand because of the light.

'Wait… could it be…?'

"R- Riki? You asked. "I- is that you?"

You moved the light from his face, and he moved his hand away. He smiled softly. You dropped your phone on the soft ground, your hands and legs now trembling.

Your legs moved faster than your brain.

‘What are you doing?’ you asked yourself as you ran towards him, on the very same field of grass.

Soon you were in his grasp, his warmth taking over your body as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. You buried your head in his chest, sobbing softly. He caressed your hair, whispering tiny shh's into your ear, in hopes of comforting you.

You didn't want to let go of him, afraid that he'd leave you, forever.

"Y/n…" he said.

You were shocked at his voice. He wasn't the kid he was before, he had grown, and you felt a sense of pride in that. You looked up at his moonlit face, sinking into his black hole eyes.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not being there. I'm sorry for taking so long. But I've found a new me. A me that's ready to take care of you, and cherish you with all my heart. A me that will give you all the love you deserve and more. A me that would spend every cent on you- who would die for you, and kill for you" he spilled out.

"Y/n, please love me" he pleaded. He looked into your eyes so desperately, that even a stranger would say yes.

You smiled, nodding your head. Tears refused to stop rolling down your cheeks and you held him in your arms.

He brought his hands from your back to your jaws, holding them delicately. He pressed his soft lips on your forehead, your skin tingling at his touch.

You looked at him, admiring his every detail, until-

"Riki, look," you said, calmly.

You both looked up at the comet running past earth. It lightened up the whole sky with its vibrant colors. It was ethereal, beautiful, gorgeous- and every other synonym to describe heaven.

He lay himself down on the cold, wet grass, pulling you down with him. You rested your head on his stretched out arm, looking up at the sight above.

"It's beautiful," you whispered.

He hummed. "Like you,"

And just like that, he thawed your once cold heart again.

End.

#enhypen niki #niki #niki x reader #enha scenarios #enha x reader #enha imagines #enha fluff #enha #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen oneshots

[stevie-petey]

I have a blurb idea!! When Jonathan, Nancy , Joyce and will get back from the cabin and the kids fill everyone in on what happened while they were gone. Dustin would absolutely reenact Steve and Billy fighting and bug and Billy fighting. You can't tell me Dustin and the kids would be kinda proud that bug held her own against Billy for the most part. Jonathan hearing about bug protecting Steve from Billy and Steve protecting bug in the tunnels. Would Jonathan feel a little upset that bug doesn't need him to protect her anymore, that is Steve's job now?

i absolutely love this one omg yes i adore doing scenes with just steve n jon their friendship makes me <333

enjoy !

"wheres bug?"

steve and the kids are sweeping the floors, quiet and tired as the events from tonight finally settle upon them. when they hear jonathans question, they all stop what theyre doing. a dark look passes over steves bloodied and bruise face, a sight that only makes the ice within jonathans throat constrict tighter.

will is asleep in jonathans arms, and when no one answers his question his panic overwhelms him and he feels his grip on will lessen. "steve, wheres y/n?"

steve steps forward, understanding jonathans fear more than anyone else in this room. "shes okay, i promise."

"but where is she?"

"in your room, asleep. she... shes had a rough night." steve looks away, ashamed that he couldnt protect you.

"she got her ass kicked." dustin says blunty.

jonathans head spins. "what?"

joyce and nancy now walk in and quickly notice your absence. their own worry begins to rise. when mike sees nancy, he runs up to her and starts rattling off question after question about el, will, if she wants to see him, dustin, and lucas reenact you and steve fighting billy.

"you guys fought billy?" nancy exclaims, now stepping towards steve as well. she misses the way jonathans hands shake as he struggles to hold his brother. hes terrified. if you fought billy, why arent you here right now to brag about how you won? did he hurt you? did jonathan send you back to the hospital again?

its joyce who sees her sons panic. she gently grabs will from her oldest and kisses his cheek. her voice is low so that no one else hears. while steve understands jonathans fear for your safety, joyce understands his love for you. "shes strong. she'll be okay."

they leave and dustin and the boys jump into their reenactment of the fight. mike pretends to be billy while dustin is you and lucas is steve. they jump on one another, scream and throw plates, and when dustin jumps onto mikes back as he has lucas on the ground, something in jonathans stomach twists.

"y/n totally saved steves ass!" dustin whoops as he rides around mikes back.

nancy and jonathan look over to steve, who has been quiet the entire time, and when he catches their eye he lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs. "she did. seems we cant stop saving each other."

jonathan frowns, about to ask what he means by that, but then mike starts choking dustin and dustin pretends to faint and once again his head spins.

"did billy..." nancy turns to steve, terrified as well. she places a hand against her own neck, stroking at the skin tenderly. she cant imagine what youve gone through tonight, and jonathan just shakes his head.

"he did." steves voice is hard.

dustin now pretends to stab mike, who crumples to the floor. "and then she stabbed the creep!"

"y/n held her own," mike admits, impressed.

"shes my hero," steve quips, though his heart isnt entirely in it. his heart is in the next room, where it lays besides you in jonathans bed as you sleep.

lucas, who is still on the floor as he pretends to be a knocked out steve, holds a finger up. "didnt you then save her in the tunnels?"

"you took her to the tunnels?" jonathan faces steve feels an anger that was once so familiar to him now rise. after everything you went through tonight, why would steve allow you to further push yourself?

the teen sighs. he understands jonathans anger, but theres so much that he will never understand when it comes to you and steve. the debt you owe one another, the trust that is there to always have each others back, no questions asked. "we both know theres no stopping her when shes made up her mind. all i could do was make sure she was safe."

"which he did." dustin adds, sending jonathan a pointed look.

he deflates, now suddenly embarrassed for his outburst. he knows steve is right. when it comes to the ones you love, theres no stopping you. sometimes hes afraid youll die protecting everyone else.

the thought is an unpleasant one, and jonathan castes it out of his head. what matters now is that youre only a room away from him, asleep and safe and alive. you will have new scars, new bruises and wounds to heal, but youre alive, and he'll be right next to you once more. jonathan may not have been there tonight, and he might not ever be the one to protect you again, but he knows he will always be by your side as you recover and heal and move on.

hes been by your side he was he twelve and the only thing that scared you was the creaking of floorboards.

now hes seventeen and you fear much more than shadows.

youre not jonathans anymore to protect, not really, but you will always be his to watch over. he'll always be there to walk you home, and he knows youll always do the same for him. youll always remind each other of who you are, where you belong. lines and strings and all.

"so, you really saved y/n's life again?" jonathan asks steve, silently extending this admission as a peace offering.

steve shrugs once more, his face flushed. he feels the shift again, he can see the olive branch that jonathan presents him, and steve never thought he would get here. to be worthy of this, to have your safety in his hands and jonathans acceptance. "i owed her."

jonathan laughs, and steve finally understands why the boy is your closest friend. jonathan byers is a lot of things, but hes loyal above all else, and steve knows that he he understands you better than anyone else with such few words.

nancy takes mike home, steve offers to drive dustin and lucas, and slowly the house empties. as steve exits the door, he lingers for a second, before he takes a deep breath. "hey, jonathan."

he turns. "yeah?"

"go see her, she could really use you right now... she'll always need you."

jonathan smiles. "thank you."

they both know that hes thanking steve for so much more than encouraging him to go to you.

neither of them acknowledge it again. they dont need to.

#ask #anon #m speaks #m's writing #come home blurb #set in season 2 ! #jon n steve ur besties

[chicknstripz]

omg what about “Can you play with my hair?” with Hunter 🥺

∘₊✧ [[ Chronic ]] ✧₊∘

Synopsis|| Hunter helps the reader deal with both her pain and her internalised guilt. Word Count || 1073 Tags || Chronic Pain, Dealing with pain, Guilt, Acts of Service, Fluff, Feels, Fem!Reader, References to reader's hair length

Sometimes, just sometimes, you wished you were normal.

The low ache that greeted you as you woke was familiar, expected even, the hours of sleeping on a hard mattress having ravaged your poor body. The low pillow was no better, the twinge of pain as you turned to one side making you inhale a breath. You knew that if you stayed like this it’d get worse, the ‘bed rest’ further stiffening your form until the smallest movement became impossible, but moving? Well that seemed an insurmountable peak on mornings like this, the incessant throb making you slam your eyes shut.

“Another pain flare cyar’ika?”

There was no hiding your pain from the man who shared your bed. Not only was he a soldier, familiar with the lingering pain that could follow an injury, but he was familiar with you - his months of experience telling him you were having a bad morning. Stars. You hated that Hunter to deal with this, hated that he was stuck with someone like you! You knew it was stupid to think such things, that he loved you for all that you were - including your health struggles, but the guilt was so strong sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.

“Yes”

He placed his palm between your shoulder blades, the barely there contact making your heart skip a beat. Stars! When did he learn the exact level of pressure you could tolerate? It felt like he’d known forever, the slow sweep of his palm spreading warmth across your aching back.

“I’ll get the medpack.”

You tried your best to make a grab for him, the dull ache elevating to a sharp stabbing sensation as you pulled at tense muscles.

“Please don’t.”

“But you’re in pain”

“We’re low on supplies as it is, please don’t waste any on me.”

You could cut the silence with a knife, his pained expression just about killing you as you turned your head toward him.

“What’s this really about Mesh’la?”

The endearment melts your heart, cracks the guilt just enough that you can whisper your worries to the morning air.

“I --- don’t want to be a burden.”

His hand drifts upward, tracing the line of your spine. He applies just enough pressure to ease the ache in your muscles, the radiant heat of pain replaced by the soothing heat of his touch.

“Your needs will never be a burden my love, no matter how complex they become.”

You scoff despite yourself, the sickly feeling of despondency settling low in your gut.

“You deserve better then to care --”

“Isn’t that for me to decide?”

He trails off, the sting of his voice soothed by the palm of his hand. He’s not angry. Can never be angry. He knows everyone deals with pain differently, has seen how hard it can hit Echo despite his best efforts to remind his vod that he’s a highly capable soldier. He also knows it’s hard to watch people who don’t live with pain go about their lives, to watch the other couples as they dance from place to place with barely a care in the world. But it isn’t what he wants! He wants this! For better, worse, and everything in between, his exhale slows as he curls his thumb into the hollow beneath your ear.

“I don’t mean to be harsh with you, but I hate watching you beat yourself up over something you can’t control. You’re everything I ever wanted. Strong, capable, beautiful, caring -- the mere thought that you might end our relationship because society labels you as less able? It terrifies me --”

He swallows hard, the sound audible despite the low hum of the engines.

“--you’re the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.”

The confession hits hard, the ache in your shoulders replaced by the hollow ache in your heart. You’d been so caught up in how you felt about your pain, your guilt, that you hadn’t thought about how it might affect others. It takes all your effort to turn, the mere action of lifting yourself on one arm taking more than usual, but it’s worth it to look him in the eye - the rich depths of his brown eyes warming you from the inside out.

“Oh Hunter, why didn’t you tell me.”

“Seems you’re not the only one who has trouble articulating your feelings.”

You laugh, grateful for the support of his muscular arm as he laces it beneath you.

“Big words for this time of the morning.” 

He gives you one of his famous looks of displeasure, the light that danced across his eyes, the only thing that gives away his hidden amusement. Dry humor had become the backbone of your relationship, the teasing back and forth allowing you to explore your feelings for one another. It was, perhaps, your favorite thing about this relationship, followed closely by his deep need to keep the smile on your face.

“Then perhaps I should show you how I feel instead”

The kiss is slow and lazy, a heady sealing of your lips that takes your breath away. You imagine that he can hear the frantic beat of your heart as he gathers you to his chest, and can feel the warm buzz that coats your frayed nerves with soothing heat. The way his fingers tremble against the back of your neck only adds to the sensation, his touch-starved nature slipping through as he peppers revenant kisses from the corner of your lips to the shell of your ear.

“Now, Is there anything else I can do to make you feel good ner karta?”

“Can you play with my hair?”

“Your wish is my command.”

Time slows as he cards his fingers into your hair, the sensation of his fingernails trailing along your scalp drawing a pleased moan from your lips. This was, perhaps, your most treasured of intimacies. The quiet sound of his breath in your ears, the thrum of his heart against your chest, and the rhythmic flow of his fingers allowed you to relax - to be you again - to pack the pain into a box so that you can go about your day in relative peace.

“Hunter?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“You don’t need to thank me, just feel good.”

And you do, you do, your morning so much better now your sweet partner has chased your fears away.

#tbb hunter x reader #hunter x reader #tbb hunter #chronic pain #You just know he'd make you feel better #<3 #request #one shot #short and sweet

[through-your-eyes]

Nice to Finally Meet You: Sahar

Sahar and Maria are lounging on Sahar’s bed in her dorm room three days before classes resume for the term. “...but what was that?... it couldn’t have possibly been my imagination.” Sahar lazily whines out to her closest friend. 

(Hidden Fashion on Pinterest)

“I mean… maybe you were hallucinating haha… what else could it have been if not your imagination?” Maria’s tired voice responds to Sahar. It's been two weeks since Sahar first saw Zain in his bedroom. Her and Maria have had this same conversation countless times in the past two weeks - explaining Maria’s pure exhaustion when it comes to this particular topic. 

“You don’t understand…it was so clear. Like I could see him…standing right there…and his voice…it was in my head…I can’t explain it.” Sahar fumbles through her words, as she always does when she’s talking about Zain. She can’t grasp what happened and she can’t stop herself from talking about him…much less thinking about him. 

“Okay, you know what…no. We’re not doing this again. I cannot. Get up. We’re going to go get coffee. I think you need to distract yourself.” Maria seemingly cannot withstand another conversation about whatever Sahar saw in her head. She nudges Sahar off her comfortable spot on the bed. 

“Ugh…fine. Let's head. I don’t mind some matcha…can’t be bothered to make it today.” Sahar says whilst pulling her sweatshirt over her head - some of her words get lost in her actions. Holding the door open, Maria waits as Sahar grabs her wallet and keys. 

“Come on!” Maria rushes her a bit. 

Given Sahar’s pace, they get to their favorite café on campus within eight minutes. Unfazed, Sahar hears the tiny bell over the door jingle as she enters. Favourite Place softly echoes in the background, bringing a smile to her face. Behind her, Maria is struggling to catch her breath, never getting used to Sahar’s pace. A mildly amused Sahar, grabs her friend's hand and pulls her to the counter before them. 

“Hi! Can I get an iced matcha latte please? Thank you!” Sahar swiftly pays, her actions guided by pure muscle memory at this point. As Maria begins to recite her regular order, Sahar’s eyes gently sweep across the café, looking for any familiar faces. 

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“Let’s just go. Come on guys don’t be lame.” The loud booth at the back of the café demands Sahar’s attention. A bunch of boys are gathered at the cramped booth. 

“Sahar!” The waitresses voice startles Sahar, pulling her eyes away from the booth. She briskly joins Maria at the pick up counter, cupping her matcha in one hand. As they both turn around, eyes scanning the café for a suitable table, Sahar’s vision is blocked by a body - two seconds before her matcha is tipped to the side. 

“Omg! I’m so sorry! Let me help you.” The voice. It's so distinctly familiar. Equal parts upset and intrigued, Sahar’s eyes meet a pair of warm brown eyes. Zain. 

“Oh!” A soft gasp leaves Sahar. 

“Sahar…” Two pairs of confused eyes stare at each other. How is this happening? What is happening? “Hi…I’m Zain. I…I…don’t really know how to explain this…” Zain stumbles through his words. 

“I…hi…nice to finally meet you…hahaha.” Sahar nervously giggles. A deeper, still nervous, laugh quickly follows her own. As they stare at each other with glowing eyes, their lips perk up into soft smiles - signalling a shared secret.

#Youtube #Spotify

[maraczeks]

abundant acreage available thread pt 5

#can she be a lead in not an indie but that's still art so we can get her emmy.. #another lost girls but obviously different #may 15 2021 #SHE IS A MAGNET OMGGGGGGG #naur bc this interviewer talks to amy so much i'm jelus #yeah they're talking about how it's just about humans and it's so true it reminds me so so much of tgm ldjn etc #i.. lowkey wanna get attached enough to buy it #again film is so broad and mysterious to me but indie films intrigue me #she's so pretty i love her #she keeps touching her necklace that makes me so soft #omg that sweep of her hand so familiar to me #aAA I LOVE YOU #GOD i love how the people who work with her truly are in awe and admire her i just wish she were more mainstream #HELPPP HE DIDNT JUST DROPPED MONDTER TRUCKSJDJJDJDJSJJ #HELP #she's such a purist about art i love her #sorry for pirating ur film lol #she is so pretytohprettyprettypretyyepeytyy #her laugh <3 #actually insane 17 days :$;&(@?? #ohhhhh #SHE IS SOOOOO JSJAHHAJDJGJDJEJDJJDDJ I LOVEHFHHSJDNCJ HEHCNSNDAHHHHHHHHHH #gonna bite something i love her so much #she is so wonderful #wait late night is indie ? #WHAT ELLIES SISTER WROTE ON THE OF FICE #HE SAID SAM ROCKWELL AND SHE DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING GIRLLL #watching the lost girls q&a zoom now her background house is so classy AND SHE LOOKS SO GOOD like i just want to be her #oh my godddd the way her voice transcends quality like kelli too lejdhjshsjsnfkdndjsk i love her

[theangstyboiblog]

In the End Pt. 2 | Crosshair x Reader SMUT

Description: Four months after recovering Crosshair and removing his chip, the bad batch is settling down.

Warnings: smut. Lots of smut. NSFW, 18+

A/N OMG I can't believe this is over. I have loved writing this so much. It's been a bit of an obsessive week. Thank you to everyone who has read along and followed me. I think 50 people slammed my follow button this week and it was really inspiring knowing someone was out there wanting more of this story.

I am considering writing a family fic with Dad!Crosshair and a fem!reader next but right now I need to go do some work. Love you and thanks for reading!

Read the Complete Series: Want You | Got You *SMUT* | Had You | Lost You | In the End Pt. 1 | In the End Pt. 2

Four Months Later…

Sunlight warms your skin as you walk down the ramp of the Marauder, basket under your arm. Laughter and squeals and shouts fill the air and you smile as you take a deep breath and your feet hit the ground. You’re on a ridge, overlooking a dense forest for miles in each direction. No speeders are in view. No unfamiliar faces. The only sounds are those of nature and the 99 squad down the hill. Hunter’s trying to build a fire as you carry a basket of food over to him. He gives you a nod as you set it on the ground, before turning back to his work. You rise up and peer down the hill as a familiar face climbs up to meet you.

“Thought you got lost,” Cross says as you meet him halfway. Your hand finds his as you grin.

“The nerf steaks needed seasoning,” you say as you turn to watch the sunset, slowly making your way down half of the hill. “I love it here,” you murmur, a melancholy smile on your face.

“Tech’s already planning out a house,” Cross tells you, as he slips an arm around you, hugging you to his side. You lean against him and watch together as Wrecker lets Omega tackle him to the ground and Echo shouts for her to ‘sweep the leg.’

“It’ll be nice to spread out,” you murmur next to him. “Let everyone have their own space.”

You stop where you are, soaking in the last of the sun, and the laughter from down below. Echo glances up at you and waves for you to join them, but Cross raises a hand and holds you a little tighter. A moment together, even if you’re not really alone.

Cross points up the hill. “We’d put it up there, so you could see in all directions.”

“Strategic,” you hum. He drops his hand a bit, pointing to a lower shelf along the ridge on the other side.

“I was thinking we could have our own place right there, make it a bit smaller.”

You look up at him, a smirk on your face. He looks at you impassively as though he hasn’t just promised you the world. “Our place?”

He shrugs, and glances up at the sky. “Yeah, you know, I-I thought---”

He stops talking as you lean up and kiss him, lips molding together as his words turn to a soft hum. He bows his head, drawing the moment out a few more seconds as you try to pull away. When you finally break apart, you smile at him as he searches your eyes.

“I want a home with you too, Cross,” you tell him as you lean on him again, hugging his arm. “And a family,” you trace the ridge of his knuckles before adding, “someday.”

He chuckles. “Kids? Don’t you think we’ve got our hands full enough with these,” he gestures to the group down the hill.

You knock him in the side with your elbow, fighting a smile. “I said someday,” you tell him. You don’t see how he looks you over, how his eyes soften or how his lips turn up into a small, uncharacteristic smile.

“Someday,” he says back.

As if on cue, Omega runs up to you, eyes wild, hair wilder, a crazed look on her face. “Y/N can you launch me at Wrecker?” she asks jumping up and down.

You raise an eyebrow and look at the clone in question. But he’s pounding his hands together and nodding his head. “I’m ready,” he yells. You open your mouth, already shaking your head, not sure exactly how to turn her down, when Cross steps forward.

“Y/N’s not going to throw you, but if you wait till tomorrow, I’ve got some soft pellet shots,” he says an evil grin on his face. “You can shoot them at him.”

“Cross!” you say, eyes wide and he turns around, raising his brow as Omega’s face lights up at the idea.

“What?” he asks holding up his hands as you slap his chest. “If he wears his armor, he won’t even feel them and she can practice hitting moving targets.”

You open your mouth to argue that if you can’t throwthe child, then he can’t teach her to shoot Wrecker.

“Alright, food’s ready,” Hunter yells from the top of the hill. Wrecker sets off in a race against no one as everyone else begins to climb the hill. Omega runs off, promises of shooting practice forgotten and Cross sidles up to you, a smirk on his face.

“Still think kids are a good idea?” he asks and you shoot him a glare before bumping his shoulder playfully.

“I’ll just have to hide the guns, I guess,” you say, before jogging off to catch up with the others.

~~~~~~

The sun is long gone. Two moons shine overhead, and as you look out over the forest a soft wind tousles your hair. Purple and gold hues light the trees, the local fauna glowing in the night. It’s almost more beautiful in the dark than in the day, but you miss the heat of the sun. Around the fire, everyone is either finishing their plates or staring off at the view. You bask in the calm. No one is on edge. No one is worried and for once in a long while, you feel true and utter peace.

With a sigh you set your plate to the side and glance at Cross. He’s sitting next to you, already finished with his food, listening as Tech and Wrecker fight over the last bit of steak. He looks good. Healthy. Here. Somehow, he seems younger, like there’s not an impossible weight on his shoulders anymore. You look away as he turns his head towards you, face heating and you tell yourself its just cause you’re sitting too close to the fire.

“Fancy a swim?” a voice murmurs in your ear. You glance up at him as he tries to keep his voice low, but that doesn’t stop Omega and Wrecker from perking up.

“Swimming?” they ask in sync and Cross sighs, leaning against you in defeat. They look at you.

“Can we come?” Omega asks.

A hand squeezes yours as Cross shoots a look at his other brothers. Tech is busy sketching something on his data pad. Hunter’s staring into the flames with a far-away gaze as he stokes the fire. Echo’s the one that gets the hint. “Uh,” he sits up, “why don’t you two go tomorrow morning?” he asks. Omega and Wrecker share a look.

“But they’re going,” Wrecker whines. You and Cross share a look and he shakes his head and gives an exasperated sigh, standing up. Echo nudges Hunter with his foot and the sergeant jolted before looking up from the flames and yawning.

“Tomorrow,” he says, voice firm. “Like Echo told you already.” You’ve always found it amazing how he can talk anyone in the group into something, just by lowering his voice. You pat Omega’s shoulder as you stand up.

“We can all go again in the morning together,” you whisper and while she doesn’t quite smile, her shoulders rise out of their slump just a bit.

Cross clears his throat behind you and you turn around shaking your head at his impatience. He holds his hand out to the side awkwardly as you begin making your way towards the trees. You bite back a smile as you take hold of him, and walk into the forest hand in hand. The glow of the fire and safety lights of the ships disappears, but you aren’t walking blindly. The trees and moons light your way, the purple glow reflecting off Cross’ face in a way that sets your stomach to doing backflips.

“Poor Wrecker,” you murmur as you walk down a small path the group has been carving out all day, walking back and forth to the nearest water source.

Cross sighs. “He’ll get over it.”

“You can’t teach Omega to shoot with him as a target,” you tell him as you grab hold of a tree to steady your footing as the trail turns steep.

“Of course, I can,” he says, pausing mid-step to turn at you and you shake your head at him, “but I won’t if it bothers you that much,” he sighs, walking again, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face. He squeezes your hand and leads on. The sound of water grows louder and louder the more you walk and you swing your hands together as the terrain levels out.

“You’re too happy.”

You scrunch your nose and peer up at him. “How can I not be?” you ask as you step out from the line of trees before you. A great fall stands before you, water rushing down into a gentle pool, leading into a creek. It smells like rain almost and you sigh, slipping your hand out from Cross’. You reach down, grip the hem of your tunic and haul it over your head.

“Eager, are we?” you hear him ask and you twist around to find him with his arms crossed, watching you with narrowed eyes. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was angry about something. But his eyebrow is quirking upwards, and his lips are trying not to smile.

“You’re the one who wanted to swim,” you shoot back, stepping to the side and tossing your shirt over a low tree branch. You take your time undressing however, unable to look at him as you divest yourself of clothes, until you’re standing naked shivering in the breeze. You look over your shoulder, no sign of Cross, but a pile of his clothes are on the rock a few feet away from you.

As you turn around fully, you find him in the center of the pool, his back bare and turned as he swirls the water with his hands. You make your way to the edge of the water, and dip in your toes, flinching at the cool temperature. Taking a deep breath, you climb in hissing as you move in deeper until its up to your waist.

He twists around and you stop where you are, a few feet away from him.

“Can I touch you?” you ask him. It’s something you never asked before the war ended, but you’ve started to ask more frequently, as if you’re scared that he’ll burst into nothing if you initiate anything he’s not ready for. He stares at you before dropping his gaze, giving a small nod. You run your tongue across your lips as you smile, reaching out to set your hand against his bare chest. The initial touch is cool, but a warmth spreads out in the seconds that follow and he slowly relaxes.

“It’s been a long time,” he says, watching you as you study new scars on his chest that weren’t there the last time you saw him like this. You glance up at him. “I’ve wanted to tell you how I…” the words stick in his throat as he swallows and takes a breath, “how much I---”

But he’s never been one to put his feelings into words. And that’s why you two work together, because you don’t need him to say them.

You run the back of your wet fingers down the side of his face. “I know, Cross,” you tell him and he drops his head forward in defeat. His temple presses to yours.

“I still don’t feel like myself,” he says, reaching down and taking hold of your hand. “But you make me feel like I’m holding together better. Even if I fell apart right now, you’d help put me back together.” You freeze, unsure what to say or do as words spill past his lips. He turns to face you, a blush heating his cheeks. “Forget I said that,” he says shaking his head. “It’s moronic.”

“Why would I want to forget anything about you? You’re allowed to feel things, Cross, to express them,” you finish, shaking your head as he tries to move back from you. But you keep ahold of his hand and tug him back to you, ripples rushing away from you as you move through the water. “Ilove you,” you insist as he stares at you. He gives you a long look and you’re not sure what he’s going to say. You clench your jaw.

Then he says, “You know I love you too, Y/N. Through everything? Even though I haven’t always said it?”

You nod. “I do.”

“And that I’m going to do whatever I can to make up for hurting you?”

“Cross,” you sigh, head falling forward to press against his chest, “there’s nothing to make up for so long as you’re with me now.”

“You mean that?”

You frown. Your eyes narrow as the corner of his mouth twitches into a small smirk. “You know I do,” you say.

He wraps his arms around you, not hiding the smile on his face any longer. “I know,” he agrees holding you close. Together you wade in the water, your arms around his neck, his knees beneath you, holding you up. The temperature around you is chilled but the heat of one another is soothing.

“I’m glad we got to talk about this,” you tell him, turning your head to lay against him as he pulls you into a firm hug. “But I really thought you had something more fun in mind when you asked me to come here,” you mumble against his shoulder. His chest shakes as he laughs.

“I did have something in mind.”

“Did it involve me, naked?”

“Yes.”

You bend back in his arms, and look down at him. His eyes shine in the light of the moons above you. You purse your lips. “Well then, I guess we’re doing well so far.”

Water sloshes as he leans up capturing you in a kiss that you’ve only had the memory of for so long. You’ve spent months with chaste pecks, gentle hugs, patient waiting. Waiting. So much waiting. You’ve waited for this for months, to feel his tongue tangle with yours. To feel him gasp against you before coming back for more, to feel his arms around your waist, his hands dragging up and down your spine. You’ve been patient and so has he. But now it’s like you can’t get enough of him.

You don’t notice that you’re drifting, that he’s pushing you up and carrying you in his arms through the water until your back bumps into the side of the pond, the rock scraping your skin. You break away, hissing, reaching back to push away. He lets go of you as you turn around.

“Sorry,” he murmurs and you shake your head at him as you move to the side, towards a little shelf in the pool, smoother.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, lifting yourself out to sit on it. You part your knees as he moves in between your thighs. His fingers drag over your skin as he looks you over and you run your hands over his shoulders. He looks down, hands stopping. You follow his gaze.

His thumb runs across the blaster scar on your side, eyes trained on the now healed skin. You swallow a sigh. You can see him drifting, starting to drown. You can sense his emotions taking hold of him. Fear. Pain. Regret. Guilt.

“I’m alright, Cross,” you say, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his temple. “Stay with me,” you tell him, a little code you’ve built for the two of you, the only thing that seems to pull him back when the tide of memories threatens to overtake him. You turn his head gently, so that he can’t look at it anymore. He blinks at you and the haze leaves his eyes. He winces for a moment and swallows. A shudder runs through his muscles, before he leans forward, pressing a kiss to the center of your chest.

“With you,” he murmurs just like he has throughout the past four months.

You drop your head back to peer up at the sky as his tongue moves across your nipple. You slip a hand between your legs and moan as he pushes you back, lifting your legs as he kisses and licks his way down your body. He maneuvers your legs so they’re hooked over his shoulders, mouth pressing against you finally.

You whimper and all you can think is: Maker, it’s been so long.

Writhing against his mouth, you listen to the rush of water and the moans leaving you, quick and high keens as he plays with you, teases you, loves you. Your fingers bury themselves in his hair, now longer than it has ever been and you tug as his tongue continues to pleasure you. A soft sigh leaves you as he slips a finger inside you, curving it just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you curl your toes and hold your breath.

“Oh, Cross,” you breathe as he slips in another finger, stretching you more and more. You stare up through the tree limbs, and glimpse the stars as you cry his name again. Then, shaking your head you sit up, pushing him away from you and he sits up. You want more of him than this but still your stomach clenches at the emptiness as his hand leaves you and he slips your legs off his shoulders.

“Alright?” he asks, breathless as you grin and nod your head before leaning down and kissing him. You run your thumb over his lips as you break away, the taste of you still on his tongue.

“Fuck me?” you murmur as you slide one finger beneath his chin and force him to look up at you.

His mouth falls open and you can’t help but smirk as you drop your hand and rise up, not hiding any part of yourself as you saunter over to the falls. You chuckle as you hear a splash behind you, and fight the urge to stop and watch him clamber out of the pool. A moonlit path lined with glowing leaves takes you beneath the rush of water, cool spray peppering your skin as you run your fingers through your hair. A soft golden glow from the fauna illuminates your face as you turn around and watch as a shadow moves on the other side of the curtain of water pouring from above. He is stalking you like prey. You let a hand trail down as you come to the end of the path, and sigh, tilting your head as you touch yourself, the memory of his tongue and fingers still fresh.

He’s dripping wet as he comes into view, naked and bare, chest rising and falling quickly. His dark amber eyes flit down to watch your hand and you smile as he pauses mid step. He tugs his bottom lip between his perfect white teeth and draws closer, jutting his chin to the wall behind you.

“Turn around,” he orders, raising his voice so you can hear him over the sound of the water. You give him a teasing smile, before pulling your hand away from its task and doing as you’re told. You tilt your head, trying to listen over the sound of the falls as he moves behind you. But you hear nothing. If not for sensing him, a well of passion and emotion, you wouldn’t know he was there.

So, when he touches you suddenly, when he sets his arms on either side of you, palms pressing to the wall, when he kisses the nape of your neck --- you flinch. Your heart pounds. You laugh as he traps you against the rock face, as he dips his head in to suckle against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. And your laugh turns to a gasp as he grinds against you, hard and heated. He feels so hard. You lean back against him, twisting and searching for his mouth. He drops one hand to your ass and squeezes the flesh as you kiss.

“You’re being naughty,” you tell him, smiling as he kisses you again.

“You’re the one who told me to fuck you,” he says, hands guiding you to face away from him again. He sets a hand on your back and you lean forward, closing your eyes, as you bury your face in your elbow. For a moment, all there is the sound of water. And then he’s pressing against you, pressing inside you.

You both let out a moan together, his voice a low timbre compared to yours. It resonates off the rocks as you pant. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you hiss as his hip twitches. You reach back and grip him by the hip, silently asking him to be still for just a little bit longer.

“Needed you so bad, Cross,” you breathe as he bends down and kisses your spine. “I missed this,” you whisper as his brow pushes against your shoulder blades and you know he can’t wait much longer. A flutter of pleasure washes through your stomach as you drop a hand, and grind against your palm.

His hands have an iron grip on your hips. “Can I move?” he hisses as you clench around him. You hum out a moan of permission as you flex your hips, feeling him drag out before thrusting forward with a hard grunt.

You don’t try to keep your voice quiet as your fingers bite into the rocks, searching for anything to hold on to, anything to keep you standing as your knees turn weak as he rocks against you harder and harder. It’s as if he wants you to still feel him inside you, days from now. You can’t stop your arm as it drops down, hand searching to tease yourself as you move closer and closer to your edge of pleasure, the edge you can’t wait to fall over as he pounds into you.

But not yet.

Shaking your head, you arch your back and pull away from him, prying his hands off you until finally he lets you go. He’s panting as you turn around glaring at you for interrupting him. You lean against the rock wall, breathing just as hard, grinding down against your fingers. He steps forward, huffing.

“You’re that close already?” he asks as you slip your arms around his neck. You nod as he reached down, hooking one of your legs over his thigh, canting your hips and pressing into you once again. You lift your face, kissing him as he thrusts up into you hard, reworking his way back into rhythm as you take him again and again. You tease yourself as the pressure inside you grows.

Over his shoulder, you watch the water rushing down from above. You listen to his breath in your ear, to the gasps and groans as he fills you as he digs his face into the side of your neck. And you know that this is yours, he is yours. And nothing is going to take him from you again.

A keen leaves you as you squeeze your eyes closed. Your body contracts around him, his hips still moving against you. You can’t help clawing at his back as you whine against him.

“Faster, Cross, please, please, yes,” you whisper in his ear. He holds you tighter and licks a line up the side of your neck, tasting your skin.

“Cumming?” he asks as you gasp and that’s answer enough.

It feels as though something snaps within you and you drop your head back, vision blacking out as you shatter, breathless and hard. And when you come back to yourself, he’s still inside you moving in and out hissing as you flutter around him. You press your temple to his cheek and whisper to him.

“Go ahead, Cross,” you grunt as he hits deep inside you, then pulls out just to repeat once again. It’s still not enough. “You’re so good,” you swallow a breath. “Gonna cum for me, keep going please, just like that, you’re so good---”

He drops your leg as he pulls out, his hand finding himself as he leans into your shoulder. He groans and he shudders as he strokes himself, your fingers lightly running over his nape, back and forth a blissed smile on your face as you listen to him as he finishes, groaning out your name.

All of his weight is against you, pressing you to the wall, the cool rock like ice against your skin as you hold him. You stand there in silence, both of you working down from your highs, finding your breath, anchored together as he nuzzles into the side of your throat. You fit together. Perfect

“I love you,” he whispers and you smile as he kisses along your jaw.

“I love you too.”

The End

A/N: Thanks for reading. Who would be interested in a family fic with Crosshair? Let me know or shoot me a message with requests!

#tbb crosshair #the bad batch #crosshair x reader #crosshair x y/n #the end #smut #crosshair smut #angst

[saturnsummer]

worthy.

When Sol gets a GPA of 2.02, the study group (and Joon Hwi) comes together to cheer her up. 

notes: another prompt by @thenerdywriter ! i wasn't sure if you meant it like this, but i hope you are satisfied! thank you for your prompt and your trust! i do apologise for the wait!

not much fluff or cliche romantic scenes, but just simple things that i hope when you read, remember your worth and never be defeated. you are worthy, loved and deserving to be appreciated. :) inbox always open!

for anyone who have sent prompts and asks, i thank you for your ideas! i have read through all your asks and am so excited to begin writing, but please understand if i can’t reply you as fast as i hoped! so sorry for this, i’ll try to address my inbox faster!! any mistakes or incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. enjoy!

edit: everyone, please don’t cry on this omg I’ve made 5 people comment their tears now and im terribly sorry for the tears.. I meant for this to be a light hearted story but looks like everyone is crying,, I’ll try not to make people cry now..

original prompt: where joon hwi and the rest of the gang shake some sense into her (sol a) about her self-esteem. 

words: 2787 words

Sol is downstairs at the lounge, holding a clear bottle of soju. She takes another swig from the plastic bottle, hoping that the alcohol can numb her heart like it does to her head. It burns, and she’s turning woozy, but she grumbles and takes another swig. 

2.02. She’s passed, at least. But she can’t help but feel upset. She wasn’t upset that she couldn’t score as well as Yeseul or BokGi, but upset that she’s satisfied with these low results. No one is going to hire her, even less offer an internship while looking at her track records. 

Sol worked her ass off for this exam. She nearly died, if it wasn’t for Yeseul’s reminders to eat. Even her cold stoned face roommate bothered to place bottles of water on her desk. Yet, after all this... 

“Why are you still up?” She hears Joon Hwi ask as he takes a seat next to her. She stays silent with a grim expression and turns away. Joon Hwi was the last person she wanted to see, especially when she’s in such a bad mod. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks as he catches her arm just as she’s about to chug her soju. 

“Everything.” She slurs. “You know I’m not even upset with my GPA? I’m upset of being happy with my shitty grades.” Joon Hwi sighs, attempting to grab her bottle away.

“I should have never came to study. I should have never tried to prove myself to be Dan!” She scolds louder. Sol knows she’s drunk in front of her best friend, but she can’t control herself. She doesn’t care. 

“Kang Sol...” Joon Hwi stands up, grabbing her bottle away from her. “You’re drunk. Go back.” 

“I don’t belong here, anyway.” Her slurs catch Joon Hwi in his steps. 

“I never once belonged with any of you. Being with all of you just drags you all further. I should just stop burdening you all with my questions and rot in a corner. Besides, no one would care.” She softly says, her voice filled with regret and guilt. 

Sol has always felt this way. Ever since she was young, Dan was always the star child. She got top grades while Sol got through in the middle rankings. Dan was always more popular, prettier, smarter. Sol learnt at a young age that no matter what, she would always be overshadowed by Dan. 

Thus, she learnt to be quiet. Only ask questions when she really needs to. Stick to familiar people. Only be loud when told to, and blend in in every situation. She learnt to depreciate herself, because no one appreciated her in the first place. 

Joon Hwi wants to shake her. He wants to write an entire dissertation on why Sol belongs to Hankuk. He wants to show her what he sees: a smart, caring, passionate lawyer-to-be. He wants to show her what he sees when she testified for Professor Yang in court. A confident, woman knowing her morals and rights.

“Kang Sol.” Joon Hwi says, pulling her up by her wrist. Sol pushes him away, but her touches are sloppy and weak. Sighing, Joon Hwi knows that it is useless to argue about her grades and her worth when she’s not even half conscious of what she’s doing. 

He grabs her coat lying on the couch, finding her phone and plans on calling Yeseul. But it’s past 1am, but he doesn’t want to trouble Yeseul. Sighing, he contemplates calling her roomie but reality smacks when he realises she’s home. Noticing how Sol is slowly nodding off, giving in to the fatigue, it leaves Joon Hwi not much of an option to carry her back.

Fishing the room key out from her coat, he takes special care in carrying her, sweeping his arm under her knee and lifting her slowly as to not disrupt her from falling asleep. The key card is in between his fingers as he slowly and quietly makes his way up to her dorm. He thanks the deities above that no one caught him or interrupted him. 

Tapping the key card, a standard ‘beep’, he pushes the door with his back, and takes care to get him and her into the dark room. He can barely see anything, especially since he has no hands to on the lights, but he makes out his way in the small room using the moonlight and what he can tell. 

Joon Hwi knows which side Sol sleeps, knowing from her stories that include her rolling from the bed up to the desk. By now, Sol was sleeping soundly, a slight snore escaping her. Gently, he sets her down on her bed and reaches to take her shoes off for her. Hanging up her coat that he placed on top of her whilst he was carrying her, he finally pulled the thick blanket over her.

But he didn’t leave just yet.

“I never once belonged with any of you.”

Sol’s words echoed in his head more than he thought it would. He stopped and bent down silently by her bed side, taking a few moments to wonder to himself just how and why does she feel so unworthy.

He grabs her bottle of water from her bag, before putting it next to her phone, which is on the table. Knelt on the floor, he observes the slow rise of her chest and the way her eyes flutter and nose twitch when Sol sleeps. Just how can someone like Sol think she’s any less than what he sees?

“You belong here in Hankuk. I’ll show you just why.” His whisper barely audible, as he brushes away a stray hair on her face. With that, he takes his leave and sneaks back to his dorm. (Without getting caught)

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The next day, after two painkillers and a big bowl of hangover soup (left mysteriously by someone at their pantry), Sol is headed to study group. She is running a few minutes early than their scheduled timing, but she’s surprised to find the group huddled in hushed whispers. 

“What are you all looking at?” Sol asks, as she sets her book at her usual corner opposite Joon Hwi. BokGi lets out a startled yelp and Yebeom clamps his mouth shut. Sol isn’t surprised to see Jiho crowded there, but is even more shocked to see Sol B crowded with them too. If it was anything, Sol B wouldn’t crowd around and discuss things, unless it concerned herself, or benefitted her grades.

“What...” Sol leans over and raises her eyebrows. Yeseul’s eyes dart nervously and she breaks into a smile. The rest of the group just shuffles back to their seats murmuring under their breath.

“Nothing, unnie! They were just discussing on what to order for lunch.” Yeseul says as she walks over to Sol and takes her bag and books from her, before setting it on the table. “Unnie, shall we get coffees?” Yeseul escorts her out of the room before Sol could react. Sol assumes that it’s due to her hangover that Yeseul is suggesting coffee, thus just following and getting a cold brew and assorted drinks for the others. 

When she returns, they distribute the drinks and start discussing on what to study. 

“Noona, do you have anything?” BokGi asks, a little too enthusiastically. Sol is taken aback and lost for words. She usually just follows whatever the rest want, since answering her questions will take hours. Joon Hwi gives a sympathetic smile. 

“How about you share with us about a recent case? Remember the one that Professor Kim liked in particular?” Joon Hwi suggests. Sol grows quiet. Her? The worst student? Sol let’s out an uncertain laugh.

“Ah, me? I rather my roomie shares. She did better than me.” Sol says, then prepares a fresh document for note taking on her laptop.

“I didn’t do well.” Sol B says quietly, her eyes emotionless as usual, leaning back into the chair. “You did the best. Go on.” Sol is stunned and just nods uncertainly. Taking out her case notes and her reports that she submitted, she nervously discusses the topic on hand. She sneaks Joon Hwi a couple of questioning stares but he only pretends to not catch her eyes.

Everyone is enthusiastic, asking questions and when Sol is stumped, they jump in to help her. They suggest ideas and Sol has never felt so energised by their energy before. She find it fishy how Joon Hwi just sits back and she can feel him smiling whenever she makes a point right or figures out a missing link.

An hour later, when they are done expanding on Sol’s case and discussing, they break for a late lunch together.  Yebeom enters the room with bags of food, as usual over ordering. As they pass out containers of jjampong and jjajamyeon, Sol’s eyes light up when she saw the only thing that mattered in the whole order: her beloved pickles, in doubled servings. 

What Sol doesn’t expect is for JiHo to dump his packet of pickles on her container of noodles. 

“JiHo-ah, why...” Sol is dumbfounded for a moment as JiHo opens his pack of noodles to stir. JiHo only pushes up his glasses. 

“You can have them, noona.” Sol is even more dumbfounded. This was the first time JiHo has called her noona. She didn’t care for the honourifics, and JiHo could call her by her full name for all she cared. But hearing those words from Seo JiHo’s mouth, just made her think everyone was utterly suspicious today.

“Okay, everyone is being weird. What is this?” Sol announces, hoping her tone came out fun, with no hints of anger. 

“Nothing! We just know you’ve been feeling stressed, so JiHo decided to give you his share of pickles, right?�� BokGi quips up, as he dives into taking the sauce to pour over the tangsuyuk, before Yebeom and him argue over pouring or dipping. 

Sol, still feeling suspicious, breaks her chopsticks just as Joon Hwi picks up a pickle from her plastic saucer to put on her noodles. Her eyes dart from his chopstick to his face, but he just nods at her pickles, expressions hard to read.

Sol crunches on her pickles, but it does nothing to soothe the feeling that everyone was aware of something, but her. 

-----

The rest of the week was a puzzle piece that Sol could not fix together.

She woke up everyday to a new message by Joon Hwi, sometimes sending her funny videos, or a simple “let’s get through this together”. She woke up once to her roomie handing her breakfast and coffee. It just didn’t click in Sol’s head to see the cold Sol B hand her a sandwich and coffee.

Their group chat was undoubtedly noisy, but even more so now. Something in common was how the more chatty ones would ask Sol for advice or chat and strike noisy conversations. She was used to the chaos, but she definitely didn’t feel used to having the attention on her.

As the group had earned different internships from small and large firms, Sol was going to be left in school alone, still applying and hoping for one to come her way. Her study group knew about it, and instead continued to encourage her about it. They avoided talk on their internships, and actively tried to help Sol. While Sol was grateful, she couldn’t help but wish that they would just act normal and not worry about her.

She chose to meet them for breakfast on the day of their internships. The meal was noisy as usual as they ate their sandwiches and gimbaps. They were dressed smartly in their suits with their briefcases. Sol made a fuss over everyone looking smart on their first day.

“Hurry up and eat, you’re going to be late for your internship!” Sol scolded BokGi as he and Yebeom threw comments back and forth. Everyone was off for theirs and ready with their jackets and bags. Walking with them to the door, she couldn’t help but feel like a mom to her kids, sending them to school.

“Noona! Check your table later in the libra-” Yebeom gleefully mused before BokGi clamped his mouth shut and JiHo (with much irritation) smacked his head silently.

“What?” Sol asks, turning to Joon Hwi, who was turning redder by the second. Joon Hwi closes his eyes, the same way he does when he’s embarrassed and looks away from her.

“Listen to Yebeom and check the table.” He says, finally looking at her. “We’ll see you for dinner then.” Waving a quick goodbye, the group walked away from her towards the carpark where they separated to the bus stops or in the direction of the train station.

“O-Okay…” she mutters, still confused as she carries her books and bag to her usual table at the library. She would have went to sulk at Professor Kim’s office for a while, but she instead chose to head straight to study. Professor Kim had enough on her plate and she wasn’t ready just yet to face Professor Kim with her mood.

There, at her table, lies her stack of books.

Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Huffing out, she slumps her bag on her table, gathering the post its on the bar above the table. Most of them were just plain comments, like how she had to stop slamming her pen into her hand (it distracted students) or move out of the library cause there aren't enough seats. Opening her book on civil code, she was ready to start drilling her head before meeting Professor Kim. 

Then she spots an envelope, hidden between the pages of the book.

Carefully, she picks it out and looks on the cream white paper, the only ink on it her name, written in neat handwriting. She could recognise Joon Hwi’s handwriting anywhere. A slight scoff escapes her lips and several students turn in annoyance. Realising that this was probably not the best place to be in, she grabs her books and bags (and the post its) and leaves the library. She heads to the empty study room, where she knows she’s be comfortable at.

Opening the flap, she slips out numerous slips of paper, varying degrees of length and sizes. Some words were neat, some were a little messy.

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To: Unnie <3

Sol-unnie, you know you’re smart, right? Your grades may not show that you are the best, but I know you are! Whenever I hear you discuss a case with the study group, I know you’re trying your best to memorise and improve. Don’t give up, unnie! I will support you till the end!

- Yeseul 

To: Sol-A noona

Yah, noona! You have to stop injuring yourself, okay? You gave us a really big scare the last time when you started nose bleeding in the midst of study group. Noona, don’t look at your grades anymore! If a man like me can get through law school so far pretty well, you can too! Fighting, noona! 

Noona~ you’re really talented. The fact that you scored so well during the criminal law test and managed to spot the comma just shows for amazing you are! Noona, don’t be discouraged... seeing you discouraged makes us sad too. Your favourite dongsaeng is here to help you! 

- BokGi and Yebeom 

To: Kang Sol-A

You can do it. Review your cases before classes. Get your internship.

-JiHo

To: Sol-A

Live up to your name, will you? And sleep on a regular schedule. 

- Roommate

To: Sol

Sunbae, remember me? Stop doubting yourself and trust yourself. You’re smarter than you know and fit for court. I will support you from wherever you are. I’m grateful for you, for supporting me all this time. I think Dan would be proud of you, and so will the cookie Byeol. 

Sol, you are worthy in my eyes. So stop undermining yourself. You belong in Hankuk next to me. You can’t give up now.

-Joon Hwi

-----

Sol lets a smile creep on her face as she lets a small blush rise to her face. Holding her letters to her heart, she closes her eyes, reminding herself of the past week and her friend’s efforts to cheer her on. She knew no doubt it had to be Joon Hwi who convinced everyone there to write for her despite their busy schedule. For even Sol B to help out and bother about her, it warmed her heart to have her support.

Picking her book, she pinned her hair up as she started drill into her book with a new found confidence, fuelled by her friends supporting her. But most importantly, she felt worthy. She felt loved. She felt confident. She was hopeful.

(Everyone thinks she’s worthy in their eyes, but one just thinks she’s perfect.)

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[wenwenbittercake]

Inuin and Y/N

(This is a normal AU where Inuin and KoKo are your best friend and Inuin have a crush on you but you like KoKo-nut more. He’s stuck between wanting to break their friendship and want to kiss you senselessly.)

Warnings:yandere contents, swearing, spicy🌶🌶

(Sorry for late posts, I just got really depressed after my recent submission got 4 likes 😫😫😫Sorry if I haven’t written your submission because it’s probably not finished yet or It’s too uncomfortable for me to write. With that, enjoy.)

“Hey Inui!”

Someone hug Inui from behind making him snap out of his daydream. He turn around from his chair to see a familiar face that create a tint of blush on his cheeks.

“Y/N why are you here this early?”

“Early? Look around you dumb ass.” KoKo said as he comes into the class.

Inui lazily look around him to see the class empty. He must had fallen asleep.

“Oh.”

“Wht do you mean “Oh”? Pack your stuff or we’re leaving you behind!”

“KoKo don’t be so harsh on Inui, he’s just tired from his part time job.”

KoKo got a frond on his face when you defend Inui. Inui on the other hand blushes while putting his things in his back.

“Oh yea? For a person who sleeps around in class of cause he’s going to work in that shabby motorcycle shop.”

“Hey.” You warn Koko. Both of you look each other and inspect Inui’s face.

Inui is used to the constant slanders and being beaten around by Koko, It’s not that he’s a bully, he’s just like that. He would apologies later about it but what he said is true. Koko is a smart kid who get all A’s in his class. He’s the brightest kid in their little friend group. So, the brightest flower catches the most beautiful butterflies, and that butterfly is you.

For the first time in his life, he craves for someone and that someone is you. He misses you 24/7. Always wanting to see your face, hear your voice and feel your touch. He even goes as far as going to your house one night after work to see you. But unfortunately, you were asleep. It doesn’t matter much when he climbs to your window to see you sleeping so soundly.

You can call him a psychopath but he’s just making sure your save by hacking into your phone and looking through all your social info and private messages.

You can call him a creep for following you around at night making sure no wolfs can catch a cute bunny like you.

You can call him a sociopath for lying to you as he only sees you as a friend when he craves to feel more of you then your hands.

He doesn’t care what you call him, he’s doing all this to keep you save form the dangerous people out there or to feed his desires.

Now you both are in a hotpot restaurant. Koko apologies to Inui by treating hotpot and BBK to both of you. All of you talk about school life, how hard to weekly test was or gossip about that one kid in class that reminds the teacher about the homework. Noting goes into Inui mind as he’s too focus on you and Koko interactions.

Koko is talking about these facts he knows of, and you listen to him with wide eyes. Then he whispers something in your ears making you blush. Inui clench his jaw seeing that. Koko looks proud that he’s getting all your attention to himself. On the other hand, Inui watch Koko and you with a sad look with a dash of jealousy.

“Oh, look who’s jealous.” All the spotlight is now on Inui making him slightly uncomfortable.

“Why are you all looking at me?”

“Oh, we all know you’re the jelly one here.” He teases as you switch your seat near him.

You close your space between you and Inui, your face so close to his, a slight movement from him can make him go for a kiss. Your eyes half lid and tease him as you trace his collar with your slender fingers. Not touching him but so close to. Inui’s breath become heavy, his head even feel cloudy to the situation, both of you look at each other’s eyes with lust.

“Tell me baby.”

He just wants to push his head forward and give a deep long kiss, but Koko’s clap snaps him out of hid fantasies. You giggle and hop off Inui’s lap and go sit beside Koko.

“Koko did you see that?”

“Yes, you did a great job.” He said as he places his arms around your shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Inui looks confused.

“It’s a prank! Got you!” You shout and laugh with Koko. In that moment Inui felt both embarrassed and mad. It’s definitely not your idea. Your inexperience ass would never. It gotta be Koko’s.

“You guys are dicks.” He said as he stood up a leave.

“Inui wait- “you were about to stop him when Koko pull you back in his arms.

“Leave it, he’s fine. He’s just a little embarrassed.”

That Bitch

That night Inui can’t get you out of his head. He can’t when you look so cute and sexy when you did that half lid move. The way you touch him felt so different from how you use to touch him. So soft and teasing. He tries to memorize it, but it slowly fades away. He can only remember how hot and lustful it felt. How he got hard just by your voice. He needs it again.

“Inui, I’m going to ask Y/N out.” Inui nearly chokes on his lunch.

“Wait what?”

“Yea I’m gonna ask her out.”

“Wait wait where? When.”

“Tonight, at the playground we use to go at.”

“Wait isn’t it too fast?”

“Wdym it’s fast? Look I realize my feelings for her are real and I just need to let it out. I just want you to know that.”

Inui looks shock as Koko left from the cafeteria. No way this is happening. His best friend with the girl he loves the most. He tries to think positive. Maybe it’s the best for you. Koko is perfect for you, he’s smart, he’s rich, he can fulfil everything you need. He can make you happy. But seeing you with Koko make his heart aches. The thought of how Koko can make you feel complete tortures him every bit.

The rain was pouring like there no tmr. He looks at his clock, 7:30 pm. Koko is going to ask you out at 8 and he’s here sweeping floors. What a fucking loser, he thought of himself. He looks through his phone to pass time and see your message.

Koko told me to wait at the playground we use to play. Idk why but I feel like something serious is going to happen.

I want you to come by that’s all.

It’s fine if you’re busy.

What is he doing here? Y/N needs him. He’s supposed to do whatever you desire right?

He rash out of the shop, even Drakun was shocks at the speed. He run desperately like a predator meets his prey. This is his only chance to feel honest with you. After Koko ask you out, it would be too late. You will be Koko’s. The thought of it filled him with agony.

He stops in front of the playground; his eyes scatter the play. There he finds you standing there with a yellow umbrella. He knows it your cause he bought that umbrella for you.

“Inui? What are you doing here? Omg your soaked.”

He stands in front of you, his eyes fill with desires. He feels like burning. The only thing that’s keeping him cool is the rain. He felt happy when he realizes Koko is nowhere to be found.

“Inui?” You look up to him with wide eyes.

Fuck Y/N

He pulls you in his arm and kiss you. It feels so longing. You yelp in shock giving him a chance to enter his tongue in your mouth. You panic causing your umbrella to drop. He let out all his needs, his urges with action. His fantasies are becoming a reality. Your taste, your touch, the way you whimper in his hold. It all feels so good, he’s starting to feel feverish.

The rain pours all over both of you. It feels like you’re in a movie. Actually, you’re not sure if you like Koko or Inui. You’ve spent so much time with them yet, you still don’t have a sure answer when it comes to both of them but now. You’re sure now.

You both parted from your feverish kiss, you look at each other eyes. You look at him with wide eyes, your lips swollen. You hold on Inui’s shirt, trying to not fall from your shaking knees.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I just can’t take it anymore.”

“I-it’s actually fine. I kinda like you so..’’

“Wait are you serious?”

“Of cause I’m serious! What you don’t wanna take responsibility now?”

“No, it’s just- “

“Shut up and just hug me.” You hide your embarrassed face in Inui’s chest. He chuckles at your action and wrap his arms around you tightly.

“Let’s go home.”

From a far, a man with a chain earring stood silently behind trees as both love birds left. He grips his umbrella tight as he glares at Inui. The envy he’s feeling is strong enough to kill a man.

“That Bitch”

(Thank you for reading my fanfic. Also sorry if I made a mistake or it's not that good. This is my first time writing a yandere character so forgive me. 🙏🙏🙏also i'm sorry I don't put the artist name for the headline. I don't know the artist who draw it that's why. If you know, ur more than welcome to tell me. Thank you ❤🌹🙏🙏)

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[undermattsun-archive]

ushijima x fem!reader x kita | w.c 1.2k

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a/n: omg ok so here’s my fic for the super cool + epic collab for my server ;)) i’m rlly nervous cus i’ve never written a. fic like this so pls don’t be mean!!!! but like pls leave a comment below <333 also don’t forget to follow me (or i’ll BITE U jk xD) omg omg ok and don’t forget to check out the other fics for this super epic hot collab <33333 right here kidnapped by hq !!!!!!

warnings: inane rambling, i literally did not proofread this i would take breaks and start again without checking what i wrote last so it’s defs not coherent

I was just ur every day kind of girl. Nothing special to anyone...not ev en myself. All i knew was wake up, brush my hair (and teeth obvi!!)  and go out and go to university and to my part time job as a waitress ina  diner where not a lot of people would go to. Anway today was one of those boring days, i woke up with my alarm blaring at 6:00 am because i have a class at 8:00 am… it’s my least favorite one too. But yeah so i got up super early and made myself apple cinnamon brown sugar oatmeal and black coffee bc i’m also kinda broke bc i ran away from home bc my parents were those snobby rich people and i didn’t wanty end up like that ya know? i put on a really simple outfit bc i was feeling lazy since i woke up late!

(we need to bring back sillly bandz! they r so much fun!!) 

So i was walking to my early 8 oclock class all the way on the otherside of campus when suddenly ther e was a frisbee flying right at my face! I tried to dodge it but it still hit me right in the nose and i screamed so loud i didnt hear anything else but me screaming in really loud pain. 

“Are u ok??” i grab my nose in pain but it doesnt rlly feel broken or bleeding so i open my eyes that i didnt evern realized that i had close to see rlly gold eyes staring down at me. I scrunch up my eyebrows bc im confused bc he’s wearing overalls and a straw hat? Did i hit my head or something and am now seeing things?

“I’m ok do i know u?” i ask.. despite him looking weird in his farmer outfit he looked familiar so i had to ask.

“Sometimes i go to the diner u work at after im done at the farm bc there are good mochi waffles (a/n omg wait do they serve mochi waffles at dinners? I’ve only had it from  bakery xD)” he says with a really cool tone. I nod my head bc it makes sense. Before i can say thank you to him for asking how i am doing he grab my hand “please marry meand my cofarmer” 

“W-w-w-what??????” i yell my heart is pounding bc even though he is really super pretty i don’t eevn remember him ever being at the diner and like i remember a lot of my customers faces bc a lot of them come back a lot. 

“Marry us we will make u super happy pls it was love at first sight.” he says confidendtly (sp?) as he holds my hand tighter and tighter.

“I-i-i-i-i-i don’t even know ur name???” i whisper softly under my breath, “HOW can i marry u???”

“Shinsuke…..” a deep voice goes off behind me and i pull my hand out of his hand to look behind me, a big big BIG man stands there also wearing overalls and a straw hat and also a single wheat hanging from his kissable lips.

“Wakatoshi i have found the perfect housewife for us,, i have asked her to marry us.”

“But i’m just a normal girl from a normal world, how can i possible be apart of the world the two of you have made in the farm world?” the offer was amazing, the life of a housewife for these two perfect men that i’ve met by chance.

“She doesn’t havea choice the wedding is tonight ur marrying us.” the man who was called wakatoshi says with a very serious voice and facial expression. before i can ask hes suddenly pulling me to my feet and dragging me away.

“i have class!!” i say in protest as he continues to pull me towards a green tractor.

“you don’t need education…do you know how to sweep and cook eggs? and maybe make butter?” shinsuke asks following behind as wakatoshi pulls me onto the tractor.

“of course i can make eggs! but why butter?”

“we live on a farm darlin’ ya gotta know how to make butter.” shinsuke says and i nod my head. it makes sense.

“i can’t just leave my life behind tho i’ve gotten this far all by myself” i sigh even tho i’m comfortably sitting in wakatoshis lap i can’t let myself fall victim to their charms!!! i’m independent !!!

“give it up already your ours now…..” wakatoshi says seriously. i pout. he can’t just talk to me like that. i’m not a kid! i go to unverisity and have a job!!! 

“it’s too late ur already wearing the engagement ring” i look down at my hand and gasp to see a beautiful ring on my finger.

“this cant be real?” i shake my head my head.

“we already have your dress and the venue ready.”

“what?” the big grrrn tractor pulls up to a really pretty outdoor wedding venue. my jaw drops to see my entire family, even my parents waiting.

“go in there” wakatoshi points at a tent and i nod. i walk over and am immediately being changed by two guys who look the same?

“don’t worry we r gay.”

“and twins.”

“but not gay for each other bc that’d be illegal or something  and the author would get Cancelled™” it makes sense. i turn and look in the mirror and i gasp. i look beautiful. i may be an average girl but in this moment my velvet chestnut locks are curled to perfect perfection and the makeup isn’t too much or too little. these gay twins sure worked their magic!

i step out of the tent and look down the aisle to see my two farmer husbands looking handsome as ever (here’s what we look like teehee xD i know we look super cute!!) 

“y/n, im sorry me and ur moms bitchy richness made u run away but please let me walk u down the aisle on ur wedding day.”

“hello my name is agayshi and i am also gay, and here to officiate your wedding.”

“wait ur gay too?”

“yeah i’m married to that guy over there in the wacky inflatable cars salesman suit but we’re both respectively fucjing one of those gay twins. any way. do you y/n y/m/n y/l/n take shinsuke canonical rice farmer and ushijima farmer au to be your lawfully wedded husbands?”

“i-“ i look between the two men. my dream wedding. my dream men. i look around at all my friends and family. i nod.

“yeah i do.”

“congrats you may kiss the bride” at the same time wakatoshi and shinsuke grab my head and manage to mash all 3 of our mouths together.

i’m just so happy.

….or so i thought.

i woke up, it all turned out to be a dream </3

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(a/n: hey everyone sorry for the sad ending but like...r there rlly happy endings in real life?? soz i just think we need to get more realistic w our fanfics </3)

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[princessofmerchants]

~25 ACOSF Days of Solstice~

And the death that Nesta felt around her sister, around Rhysand, around the babe in Mor’s arms—she bade the Mask to halt that, too. Hold it at bay. In the beginning / And in the end / There was Darkness / And nothing more / A soft, familiar voice whispered the words. As they had been whispered to her long ago. As it had warned her in Oorid’s darkness. A lovely, kind female voice, sage and warm, which had been waiting for her all this time. // She reached inward, toward the power that had made deathless monsters tremble and wicked kings fall to their knees, but … she didn’t know how to use it. Death flowed through her veins, yet she did not have the knowledge to master it. One wrong move, one mistake, and Feyre would be lost. So Nesta held her sister tightly, with Time halted around them, and she whispered, “If you show me how to save her, you can have it back.” The world paused. Worlds beyond their own paused. // “I give it back,” Nesta said, one more time, and Mask and Crown tumbled from her head. The light exploded, blinding and warm, a wind sweeping past them, as if gathering every shard of itself out of the room. And as it faded, dark ink splashed upon Nesta’s back, visible through her half-shredded shirt, as if it were a wave crashing upon the shore. A bargain. With the Cauldron itself. Yet Cassian could have sworn a luminescent, gentle hand prevented the light from leaving her body altogether.

—ACOSF Ch. 77

We are up to some of my fave stuff in ACOSF. And I surprise myself with that because it happens alongside a Pregnancy Plot ™️ I could care less about.

I am, of course, talking about Nesta's bargain with...the Cauldron? the Mother? Both?

The sacrifice of the power she took from the Cauldron so that Feyre might live and not die is powerful and meaningful, and certainly lends healing to their relationship as sisters.

But I'm way more into all the things we learn or confirm about Nesta and the Mother through this exchange between them. Such as:

Yes, it was the Mother's voice in the Bog of Oorid who urged Nesta to run to safety, and possibly also to run away from the Mask.

The Mother had been "waiting for her all his time" [and omg the Frozen 2 vibes here ✅].

Nesta doesn't have the knowledge to use her power to master Death. The offer she makes to the Mother and the Cauldron is to be shown how to use that power, not to save Feyre.

I repeat, Nesta asked for and was given the knowledge to use the power inside her to save Feyre through physical healing. She didn't ask the Mother or the Cauldron to save Feyre, she asked them to show her what she needed to know in order to do 👏🏻 it 👏🏻 herself 👏🏻.

And then she does it, and offers that same power back in return for the knowledge of how to use it.

Except the Mother, according to Cassian's understanding of what he sees and how he interprets it, "prevented the light [Nesta's power] from leaving her body entirely."

And Nesta now has a tattoo on her back to mark this bargain struck with the Cauldron, a tattoo I absolutely interpret from the text to be in the image of a wave crashing against her back.

HERE'S WHAT I THINK BASED ON ALL OF THIS ☝🏻️☝🏻️☝🏻️

I think it was incredibly deliberate on SJM's part that Nesta did not ask the Higher Being of the story to save Feyre.

Instead she asked to be shown how to wield the power inside her, that she's struggled and grappled with since being forced to become Fae, in order to heal the physical trauma in both Feyre and Nyx caused by a traumatic, premature birth.

I think Nesta's possession of this knowledge is key to the Mother's decision to prevent all of the power in Nesta from leaving her.

(It REALLY has me interested in the faith/religion/mythology world building around the relationship between the Mother and the Cauldron only she can hold and tip so that the world can be formed and created by that which pours from it. 👀 Mother and Cauldron seem a little at cross purposes here and I'm here for it)

I also think this knowledge, and the power that remains in Nesta, will be an important element in the future books.

As will the bargain Nesta made with the Cauldron here. Though it begs the question, is there a condition under which this bargain might be fulfilled, resulting in the tattoo disappearing from Nesta's back?

I don't have a confident answer to that question, but it merits asking.

But my biggest takeaway from this incredible scene is that Nesta asked for the knowledge of how to use the power inside her in order to heal her sister and nephew, she was given that knowledge, used it, and then was gifted back some of that power by the Mother for future use.

I can honestly say I deeply love where Nesta lands with her power at the end of ACOSF more than where she starts with her power in this book.

25 ACOSF Days of Solstice Masterlist

#a court of silver flames #acosf #nesta archeron #the mother #cauldron #nesta's powers #acotar theory #sarah j maas #nessian #acosf quote advent calendar #acosf reread

[krisdreaming]

Heyyyyy. May I request a scenario for Ushijima. His super sweet s/o (sweetheart of school) randomly visits him during practice to give him food or whatever, and the team assumes it’s some random fangirl (doesn’t know they’re a thing) and thinks he’s gonna decline her gifts. When in reality he kisses/ or hugs her in appreciation and says something like “wait for me after practice babe” n the whole team is shook bc wOw someone tHAT SWEET IS DATING USHIJIMA? aND HE HAS A GF! thank u mwah 🥰

I LOVE THIS OMG I’m honestly starting to really enjoy writing for Ushiwaka ^^ (Also, forgive me, because it’s been a minute since I’ve watched/read the parts of the story featuring Shiratorizawa, so I’m feeling a little rusty on the team) Fem reader!

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The team is just wrapping up their morning practice when you peek your head into the gym. You pause in the doorway for a few moments, wanting to make sure that it’s a good time before you barge into practice. Across the gym, Tendou catches sight of you.

“Oi, SemiSemi.” He leans over conspiratorially. “Do you see that girl over there?” Semi frowns and glances your way.

“Yes…” Semi says slowly. “What of it?”

Tendou smirks. By now, you’ve walked to the edge of the court, and it’s pretty obvious that you’re watching Ushijima, waiting for him to finish his conversation with the coach. You’re holding what looks like a bento box. “I think she’s here for Wakatoshi-kun.” He taps his chin. “He turns them down every time. So cold.” He shakes his head. “Isn’t this his third confession this week? What’s he got that I don’t?” He dramatically splays his hand on his chest.

“Hm, where to start?” Semi hums in thought, and Tendou makes a noise of displeasure.

Across the gym, it seems Goshiki has spotted you as well. “Shirabu!” He tugs on his arm, earning a disgruntled scowl. “Look, it’s a girl!” 

“I can see that.” Shirabu gives you another glance. “Just keep cleaning up, or we’ll all end up being late for class.”

If Goshiki hears him, he gives no indication. “I wonder what she’s doing here?” He holds the broom in front of him, not even pretending to sweep. “She’s kind of cute, isn’t she? Maybe she wants to confess to me.” He laughs.

“Somehow, I doubt that.” Shirabu sighs, taking another, more critical look at you. “Don’t you see? She doesn’t have eyes for anyone but Ushijima-senpai. It’s pretty obvious she’s here for him.”

“Why does he get all the confessions?” Goshiki pouts. “When I’m the ace, I’ll probably get just as many as he does, if not more.” The thought seems to satiate him, and he resumes his sweeping. Shirabu rolls his eyes, but he glances at you once more. He can’t help but be a bit curious.

Finally, Ushijima has finished talking with the coach. “Thank you very much.” He ducks his head in a slight bow and turns, finally catching sight of you. His expression doesn’t change much, but you break into a grin, taking long steps to meet him halfway. By now, most of the team has noticed your presence, and they’re all silently watching from their various positions in the gym. 

“Good morning, Wakatoshi.” You lift the bento in his direction. Goshiki can’t hold in his quiet gasp at your use of Ushijima’s given name. How can you be so familiar with him?

Ushijima reaches out and rests his hand on the top of your head for a moment, the smallest of smiles now turning his lips upwards. “Good morning.” He returns the greeting, now reaching for the bento. “This is for me?”

You nod. “Yes, I made it this morning! I hope you like it. I tried something a little different with the rice balls today.”

“I’ll like it.” He assures you, and murmurs fill the gym as he leans in and presses a quick, soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.” If it isn’t just a trick of the light and shadows, his cheeks have grown just a bit pink. There’s an unfamiliar soft look in his eyes. “I have to change now, but if you wait a moment I’ll walk you to your class.”

“Okay.” You grin. “I’ll wait just outside.” You turn to go after giving him a small, cute wave. He lifts his hand and returns it. Tendou’s mouth is gaping open. Goshiki is jabbing Shirabu in the side with his elbow. 

“I know.” Shirabu hisses. He’s just as surprised as everyone else is. 

“Okay, everyone, let’s all get changed and head to class.” Ushijima turns, and finally sees his teammates watching him in various states of shock. His brow furrows. “What’s the matter with you?”

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagines #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader #Ushijima x reader #Haikyuu x reader #request #queued #500 #1k #2k

[orionlakehastodie]

Villainholics Anonymous

"It's the height." This was from Alina, their newest member.

"No. I still say it's the hair." This from Brienne. The only blonde one.

"It's the cocky ass way they smile." This from Lily Potter - the vice president.

"And do they all have to be so bloody handsome? Like if villain why hot?" Rey. And her age old problem.

"Admit it ladies. It's their dicks. Their gloriously large and thick dicks." Lizzie Bennet. The president of this club.

There were choruses of assent from all the women - all who had their unable to walk days in various stages of soreness. Today was Lizzie's turn. Fitzwilliam Darcy the menace had been particularly eager the night before.

The Villainholics Anonymous was officially in session to annoint their newest member - Alina Starkov.

"Alright, now we have to hear from our newest member. Alina, you have the floor." Lizzie took advantage of the silence before Rey can wax poetic about Ben's face when sunlight hits it when she watches him sleep in the mornings, or before Lily can sing praises about her husband always getting up to change Harry's nappies and how can a villain be that adorable.

Alina cleared her throat and sighed. "My name is Alina Starkov and I'm a villainholic."

"Hi, Alina." Chorused the other women in sympathy.

"It all started when he pushed up my sleeve and got into my face going all 'what are you' in his hot, deep voice with that accent."

Alina's eyes glaze over and Brienne nods in sympathy.

"It's like they tell you you're the ugliest woman they've ever seen but they're like stripping you naked with their eyes and they love what they see? It's like... turning you on?" Brienne squirms in her chair, subtle smile on her lips.

"Or you know they tell you 'I can take whatever I want' in that annoyingly Disney prince charming handsome face and you're all tied up and you're just thinking damn if I get those plush lips you can take whatever you want and more-"

"Yes Rey, we know. Ben Solo has a face carved by angels and wept over by poets - let Alina speak!" Rey shot Lizzie of disdain before sighing and turning to the large framed photo of a shirtless Ben Solo she kept at her side during these meetings for "emotional support".

Lizzie clears her throat and turns back to Alina. "Do go on, Alina."

"And then he comes and cuts a man in half. And I have blood and gore all over my face but he sweeps over in his ridiculous black cape-"

"Ah yes. It's always the cape." Lizzie smiles, remembering her husband walking through a moor.

"Whatever Lizzie - Darth Darcy is better than Darcy! My husband made that shit fashion." Rey sticks her tongue out at Lizzie and she retaliates by kicking at Rey's chair.

"As I was saying!" Alina glows a little bit brighter with her ire, wanting to share more about her precious Sasha.

"He takes me up into his arms and gets me up on his horse and his chest is so big and warm around me and his arms are so muscly and I just felt like... so safe and hugged and saints when I hug him and I feel all that delicious muscle wrapped around me and I just-"

Alina pauses to fan herself, remembering Aleksander's steamy hugs and how it would lead to her naked and impaled on Aleksander's huge dick.

Lily pats her hand in sympathy and shakes her head. "They're so good at that, at looming so tall and so pretty, with the ridiculous you're mine smiles on their faces and they scramble your brain with their yummy glorious smell and the way it feels so warm when they hold you. Like, what evil motherfucker smells like treacle and woods and comfort?" Lily is still very angry that her amortentia just really smells James Potter amplified. How dare this man.

"Anyway you think you'd move on from them, and then bam. He invites me to all these horse back riding just him and me, and he makes me wear his black kefta."

Brienne whistles at Alina's statement. "These fuckers are good at that. Giving you marriage swords, and marriage keftas. Like - Jaime even went as far as to say it's yours, it will always be yours swords that stand in for my heart. And they look so puppy like when they give it to you and you're just like... omg I'm married. Villains. That's true villainry right there." But even as Brienne says it, she strokes Oathkeeper fondly at her hip.

Alina nods her head, wrapping her own black kefta around her. "And you know it makes you feel like it's just you and him and you don't need anyone else and the next thing you know you're sucking his face in his office, and itching to get his dick inside you."

Murmurs of sympathy from all the women.

"And how is it that a villain can kiss like that? Like they're off to go to war the next fucking day?" Alina blushes as she remembers how she was pressed down into that giant map and if Ivan did not come bother them she would have been dicked down on that map too... okay so she had been dicked down on the map. Once. Maybe twice. Okay maybe once every week.

Rey sniffs and brings out Ben's sweater than she uses to wipe her tears. Lily groans in disgust.

"Rey, honestly that sweater is nasty."

Rey glares at Lily and looks down at her worn quidditch jersey with Potter 01 emblazoned at the back.

"You're one to talk Lily. Anyway. I totally understand Alina, like they kiss you and suck your soul out and make you wonder if they can kiss your pussy the same way they kiss your lips and then they fade away, into the Force, before you can ride that large dick."

Brienne throws a popcorn at Rey. "Don't be such a drama queen Rey. You brought back that fuckable redwood you call a husband from the world between worlds and rode that dick into the sunset after. Mine died in a random as fuck explosion."

Lizzie scoffs at Brienne's words. "And you clobbered Dumb and Dumber in the head and rewrote Jaime back as the rightful heir of Casterly Rock and rode that dick into the sunset."

Brienne rolls her eyes. "Not everyone can have a happy ending walking in the morning mist to kiss me and propose marriage. Some of us had to correct the writing of dumb men. Be thankful a smart woman wrote yours, Lizzie."

Rey nods in sympathy. And Alina clears her throat. This was her Sasha's time to shine. These women.

"Anyway, then after they kiss you like that, you find out they're evil and then they try and kill your friend - as if you want any other dick than their villain dick - but even their jealousy is so hot and so you pretend they're evil, but then you get this weird bond connection thing and suddenly he can just appear in your room like that. I mean, they're already so hot - then they appear heartbroken and pining after you and pretending they hate you but they're just like softboi TM and the next thing you know you're naked and making inappropriate use of the Force Bond."

Alina stops and fans herself, remembering just how inappropriate she and Aleksander have been through the bond, how full of him she was afterwards she leaked him out throughout the day-

"It's them always showering when the bond connects!" Rey's exclamation brought her out of her reverie.

"Like, is he just always showering 24/7 to let me see his beautiful tiddies? And like, am I supposed to not strip and lick them tiddies when I see them? It's like the Force Bond is designed so we can feel bad for the villain and fuck them senseless. Again - if villain why so fucking hot?"

Alina nods in sympathy as Rey is currently sitting on an ice pack because Ben had ridden her vagina sore. It's the damned bond sex. Those always go haywire.

"And then... they become the selfless idiot TM, deciding to let themselves be stabbed in the heart and tells you they're human with you and then when they get resurrected do they get back with you?"

Alina and Rey clutch each other ugly tears pouring and Brienne nods with them, tears pouring from her eyes.

"No. No they bloody don't the wankers. They ride off into a war and get killed by rubble!" Brienne slams her fist on the table and takes a deep swig of her butterbeer.

"They become one with the Force after kissing you senseless and making you feel like you're home!" Rey wails hugging Alina close to her.

"They get speared by a fucking tree to tie the universe back together!" Alina clutches back at Rey wiping at her eyes.

"They tell a Dark Wizard to fuck himself while telling you to save your only son!"

Lily joins the hugging ladies and drags Brienne into it as well.

Lizzie sighs and pounds on her gavel. "Ladies, ladies. Get over yourselves. Your men are back with you - Brienne - Jaime is at Casterly Rock because he said fuck that to riding back to Cersei and stayed with you. Rey, Ben is probably grumbling his way through another Republic meeting because he also said fuck that to becoming one with the Force and crawled back to you. And Alina - sweetheart, Aleksander is out of the tree - because he said fuck that to not being with you. We're here to make sure Alina finds her husband hot because he's now reformed. We don't like hot villains!"

The ladies gathered themselves and Alina wipes her tears and flushes.

"So... anyway, two days ago, Sasha came back from a peace talk with Fjerda, and he was really angry because we just got intelligence about Parem. And he said... we should have kept the Fold so he can just kill them all... and... and I found it so hot, so I... I stripped him naked right then and there in the war room and sucked him dry."

Sympathetic grumbles came out from the other ladies.

"Don't worry Alina, we're all here to get this temptation out of you - but I get it. Villains are hot. Sometimes I make Ben wear the mask..." Rey wipes her tears and sighs dreamily and Lily clears her throat.

"Rey-"

Rey blinks and shakes her head. "Right, right, villains are not hot."

"Alina," Lizzie begins but her phone started buzzing. She peeks at it and her eyes widen, and a familiar flush takes over her face. Brienne catches sight of it and smirks.

"Darcy calling you inferior of birth again, Liz?"

Lily grabs Lizzie's phone and giggles. "Darcy got himself in a lake and wondering when dear Lizzie is coming home."

Rey snickers. "I'm betting it's now."

"Shut up you lot, anyway Alina-"

But Alina was already packing up her bags. "Alina?"

"Sorry. Aleksander just came back from Grisha training - and he said if I'm not home in 30 minutes he'll take all that I hold dear so I only have him. I'm gonna get railed. See you guys next week."

She was out the door in a minute flat and Brienne laughs.

"Remind me, why do we do this again? Last week Rey got called home by Ben who said she was his sweet nothing and she came to the meeting today sitting on a vagina pack."

Lizzie merely rolls her eyes and stands up too. "Well, where else can we brag about having tall, hot loving husbands with big dicks who challenge us mentally and love us for challenging them back? I'll see you girls, I bought more of those vagina ice bags, sounds like we'll all need them."

#darklina #alina starkov #aleksander morovoza #shadow and bone #reylo #rey #ben solo #star wars #braime #brienne of tarth #jaime lannister #jily #james potter #lily potter #darcy x elizabeth #elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy

[petri808]

@fuck-yeah-nalu Naluween week 2020 Apocalypse prompt

Lucy POV

The further I run, the softer the screams become, dying away into garbled choking and haunting ripping sounds as the zombies tear away at the flesh of their hapless victims. I wipe away the tears that cloud my vision, don’t look back Lucy, I cry a mantra in my head, don’t look back and see your family... it’s too painful to know you are the only one who made it out alive. I can only be grateful that my mother never lived to see this day or become one of the undead. Oh god, please don’t tell me corpses will reanimate too! I shake the thoughts away. Don’t you do that!

How did this happen? I have no idea what is going on because it came on so suddenly. A plague that washed across our town, the state, is the world like this? Where do I go? Is there anywhere safe? Is there anyone I know that’s still alive? I call these creatures zombies because it’s like a horror movie come to life! I saw with my own two eyes a servant killed by one of the creatures, literally her throat ripped out and blood spurting everywhere, suddenly come back to life! Then they both went after our butler...

It was only by the grace of skill that I escaped with my life. Years of running track and a conditioned body allowed me to out pace these ravenous beings. They weren’t slow nor fast, yet deadly focused on their unquenchable hunger. Is that all we have left for our futures? Whether today or 60 years from now to turn the moment I die into a zombie? I have no idea. Is it just in the bite? Was it an airborn virus unleashed into the world? Has Mother Nature forsaken us? And can we blame her for it?

All the sounds of carnage have ceased and I’m left to my own thoughts as I walk the back roads from our country estate. I have no clear direction except to avoid areas of population. It was a good thing that we lived outside of the city itself where there are less people. The heart of town must be crawling with zombies by now. Yet distant gun fire or explosions, and occasional screams remind me to stay focused at least until I find somewhere safe to hold up in.

I hear a car approaching from behind and turn to look. As it gets closer, the vehicle looks awfully familiar... It grinds to halt a few feet before reaching me and I hear the best sound I’ve heard all day!

“Lucy!”

“Natsu!”

I run to his open trucks door and launch myself into his arms. “You’re alive!” The tears stream down my cheeks as I bury my face into his chest.

“I’m so glad I found you baby! I went past your house looking for you, but it was over run.”

“Everyone’s gone!” My sobs increase. Dead or undead, no longer the people I cared about.

“At least we’ve got each other.”

“But... your family?”

“Gone too,” he grits out.

His voice tells me he’s trying to hold himself together for my sake. “I’m so sorry Natsu.”

“Can’t be helped at this point. Come on,” he ushers me, “let’s get out of here.”

I jump into his truck and we take off again. “But where do we go?”

“No idea. Right now my main concern is doing what ever I need to keep us alive.”

Ever wished you’d watched more horror movies when you had the chance? Before today, it’s not something I would have ever considered. But it sure would be handy! As Natsu drove, different scenarios ran through my mind. Would this be like a 28 Days Later type zombie that eventually starves? Or more like a classic George Romero, never dies type, that finally stops because their body has completely rotted away? But let’s just hope it’s not a Resident Evil plot line with mutant zombies and a corporation behind the whole thing. Government... maybe... The current President does have a screw loose. Anyways, I guess the cause could be irrelevant at this point. We needed to figure out ways to survive this, however long it would last.

What are the common ideas in the movies? Find a secure building, preferably easy access for scavenging food and water. Avoidance as much as possible... Oh! And weapons! Guns, ammo, a big knife. Hmm, tactical clothing, comfortable and durable. But wait?! What if the outbreak came from contaminated food?! Ugh! This is so frustrating!

“Do you still have your cellphone Natsu? I wasn’t able to grab mine.”

“I do. Sent out a group text but so far no one’s answered.”

“At least that’s still working... for now.”

We drive and drive searching for supplies if we’re lucky enough to come across them. Gasoline, food, water, weapons, clothes, and bedding. Natsu’s truck is a blessing to have in times like this to use less travelled dirt roads or even no roads at all. These zombies are everywhere! How did it spread so quickly?

I use his phone to Google what’s happening and sure enough this pandemic is sweeping across the Americas but has not yet jumped across the oceans. The world’s response was to immediately shut down borders. Planes were turned around and grounded and ports grind to a halt. Military vessels from Asia and Europe were on their way to create blockades to stop boats from leaving either American continent, and fighter jets in the sky ordered to shoot down any planes...

“Oh my god...” my hands fly up and cover my mouth. “Natsu were trapped.” The world has turned its back on us. “This really is an apocalypse for our country.”

So many theories and stories about the cause of this infection fly around the internet. Best anyone can tell it started somewhere near Maryland and quickly moved across state lines. Several articles mention a government research hospital called Walter Reed as a possible link. We’re they working on something that caused this outbreak? Why doesn’t this surprise me?

“Why? What are you reading Luce?”

“In order to keep the pandemic from jumping continents, the world is basically cutting us off. I mean I can’t blame them, but what about survivors? Is no one gonna help us to escape?”

Damn! It could be like the 28 Weeks Later scenario! Are they going to bomb us, try to eradicate us! Oh look, at least the President is confirmed dead. That useless fat bastard was a plague of his own on this country.

Ping.

“Omg Natsu, Gray answered! He said he and Juvia made it out of the city, as well as Erza, Jellal, Levy, and Gajeel too! Right now they’re holding up at an abandoned warehouse in Clover. Natsu that’s the next town from here!”

“Should we go?”

“I think so, there’s safety in small groups.”

Natsu takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Then we have a plan.”

What the future will hold is still to be seen. Will we survive it? You know what? I shut off Google and realize no one else is going to protect us but ourselves. We have to work together if we hope to live another day, but at least we have each other and our friends.

I smile back, he was right. “We have a plan!”

#naluweenweek #naluween week #naluween 2020 #apocalypse prompt #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu AU #nalu fanfiction #nalu fan fic #yes it was a jab at COVID and the US #sorry not sorry

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omg would u wanna write a little companion piece to go w the bratpack fic👀like something really soft and fluffy abt their first time together🥰g&k of course being so gentle and careful with their love and so loving 🥺🥺🥺

Hi! Sorry this took absolutely forever to get out, the holidays have been absolutely exhausting. I'm sorry if this is kind of terrible but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Also please don't read/interact with this unless you're 18+!!

“Angel, can you look at me?” Gentle fingers tipped Synthia’s chin up from where she’d been nervously twisting the tie on her pajama shorts. She sees Gia crouched on the floor in front of where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, their eyes soft and searching as they examine her face.

“Hi,” she whispers, a shy smile creeping onto her face.

“Hi,” Gia chuckles, stroking her cheek gently. “Are you feeling alright? Still want to go through with this? You know we won’t be upset if you’re not ready yet.”

“No! I am, I’m ready Gee. I’m just nervous.” Her nose crinkles a bit at the admission, a part of her still worried that they’re going to be disappointed by her lack of experience.

“Yeah? That’s okay, Kendall and I are going to take good care of you I promise. You know what you need to say if you aren’t comfortable with something right?” Their voice is soothing as their free hand rubs soothingly at the outside of Synthia’s thigh.

“I say stop.” Synthia answers dutifully, preening under the praise she gets from Gia at her answer.

The door to the bathroom opens to reveal Kendall sweeping into the room, clad in a lacy bra top and her usual sleep shorts. Synthia feels her eyes go wide as she approaches, heat pooling in the pit of her stomach at the sight. She’s distracted momentarily by Gia’s quiet chuckle, her reaction not as subtle as she had hoped. Gia must be feeling merciful however, for they don’t tease her about it. Gia stands from their spot, tugging their shirt over their head in an effortlessly smooth motion.

Kendall crawls onto the bed, motioning for Synthia to scoot onto it fully, drawing her into a gentle kiss when she does. Synthia relaxes into it, kissing Gia and Kendall having become more than familiar territory by now. She loses herself in it, hardly even noticing when a hand starts to skim up the hem of her shirt, tracing little circles on her side as Gia’s lips attach to her neck.

She’s squirming in her spot by the time Kendall pulls away to nip and trail kisses down the other side of her neck. Her shirt is mostly hitched up, Gia’s fingers just beginning to brush the lace of her bralette she’s wearing underneath.

“Can I take this off of you baby?” Gia’s breath is warm against Synthia’s ear and her eyes flutter open, not even aware she’d closed them in the first place. Her nod is met with a raised brow and a gentle tutted “Words please angel.”

“Gia,” Synthia whines, heat flushing through her as she pouts. “Please Gee, take it off.”

Gia helps her sit up and pull the soft shirt over her head, brushing her hair back over her shoulder once it's off. She’s left in just a sheer baby blue bralette, goosebumps rippling over her skin at the chill in the room. Kendall slides behind her, settling her little frame between Kendall’s legs and against her chest. She’s bracketed by Kendall’s strong thighs, feeling somehow less and more exposed in the position.

“You’re beautiful baby, love this color on you,” Kendall sighs into Synthia’s ear, her hands skimming Synthia’s sides to cup at her little breasts. She whines at the feeling as Gia reconnects their lips, Kendall’s fingers expertly playing with her through the fabric.

By the time Gia’s easing her shorts down her legs, Synthia’s practically dripping. She giggles mischievously at Gia’s reaction to her not wearing anything beneath them, her laugh getting broken by a moan when Kendall pinches at her nipples.

“I guess our little angel isn’t as sweet as she looks,” Kendall teases, a kiss being pressed to Synthia’s temple when she flushes.

Gia smirks up at them both, taking their time to admire how their two loves look tangled in each other. Synthia’s flushed all the way down to her chest, her face turning to hide in Kendall’s neck when their eyes meet.

“Are you alright princess? Do you need us to slow down? Talk to me here baby,” Gia leans up their bodies to cup her cheek, turning her to face them again.

“I’m okay,” Synthia’s voice is timid, the nerves starting to bubble back up in her chest at how exposed and on display she feels. Gia searches her face, leans down to press a couple chaste kisses to her lips before pulling away. They bump their noses together, an action that always makes Synthia smile, their own lips stretching into a smile when it works.

“You’re beautiful baby, there’s nothing to be nervous about, yeah? Just let us make you feel good.” Kendall's arms wrap around her midsection, squeezing Synthia in a reassuring hug, her lips kissing the crown of her head.

Synthia relaxes after a moment more, her legs falling open and allowing Gia the room they need to settle between them. They massage her thighs soothingly, slowly growing closer to the apex of her thighs. Gia’s delighted to see that they’re already glistening with Synthia’s wetness. She gasps when Gia’s fingers make contact, slipping through her folds with light teasing touches. Her hands grip at Kendall’s thighs in an attempt to ground herself in the moment.

“Let us hear you Synthia, let Gia know how good of a job they’re doing.” Kendall’s words are punctuated by Gia honing in on her clit with their thumb causing a loud whine to spill from Synthia’s lips.

It feels a thousand times better than anytime Synthia’s played with herself. The combination of Kendall’s hands working at her chest and Gia teasing her below is maddening. Her head tips back against Kendall’s shoulder allowing the older access to her neck as Gia slips a finger inside of her. She feels the coil in her stomach growing increasingly tighter as they work together to take her apart. Had she been in a clearer headspace she would have been embarrassed by how quickly she’s reaching the peak, but as it is the only things she can focus on are Kendall and Gia.

“Kendall. Gia.” Synthia gasps as her hips start to meet Gia’s fingers. “I’m close, I can’t-”

“You’re alright baby. Let go, we’ve got you angel.” Kendall keeps up a steady stream of praise in her ear, one of her hands abandoning Synthia’s chest to rub at her clenching stomach. She only lasts a moment or two more before she’s coming, broken moans escaping her throat as her thighs tighten around where Gia’s perched between them.

Gia works her through it, their voices finally breaking through the roar in her ears once it becomes too sensitive for her to take any longer. Their hand retracts, wiping it off of their thigh before leaning forward to kiss Synthia on her flushed cheeks.

“That was amazing.” Synthia finally pants out, her grip on Kendall’s thighs slackening. She tilts her head back to pout up at Kendall until the older kisses her sweetly, pulling away for Gia to tilt her chin down and connect theirs just the same.

“You looked so beautiful, such a good girl for us.” Synthia smiles bashfully beneath the praise, tugging on Gia’s arms until they give in and lay against her chest.

“What about you guys?” She asks, playing with Gia’s hair absentmindedly, eager already to make them both feel as good as she just felt.

“There’s plenty of time for it still, let us just hold you for a bit, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#sastan drabble #synthia kiss #gia metric #kendall gender #nsfw.