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sherlockhomies-42 · 4 months

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Holy shit so like yeah the bug bit me and I spat out two chapters in one day...anyway here's chapter 2 enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyy

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Death has returned, Heaven is disturbed

Chapter 2

Almost all at once, a cold shiver ran through the denizen's of Hell and their Overlord's,

A kind of cold some of the haven't felt in ages; if ever in the millenia of afterlife they've lived.

Feeling a shiver run down his spine, the King of Hell sits up straight in his seat, putting the rubber duvk he was workingon down with shaking hands as he felt himself break out into a cold shivering sweat like he hadn't felt in eons.

Death has awoken

He shot up from his seat at his table, rubber ducks falling to the ground and squeaking as they land only further drives his senses into overdrive. His mind begins to race a million miles an hour thinking of many things until his mind crosses to his dear daughter.

If Death is awake here... What of his daughters immortal status? Her safety from the extermination?

What of his?

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Death flapped her wings for what felt like forever until she began to get closer and closer to the ring of light, As she draws closer and closer she braces her mind for the slip thru the veil. 'Here comes chaos'

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Meanwhile in Heaven

(Just for like a sec)

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A violent tremors shook thru the lowest level of Heaven closest to the barriers between the paradise and the hellish rings below.

Panicked angels and heavenly souls scream on fear as Angels try to keep them calm whilst they investigate the disturbance;

Seraphim and Emily immediately emerge from their soul arrival area upon the first feeling of the tremors.

"SERA! What's going on?!? What's happening?" Emily yelped in horror as chuncks of concrete from the buildings of Heaven broke loose and smashed to dust around them.

Sera looked around at the same view that just minutes before was so peaceful, was now thrown into utter chaos as Angels and souls alike run and are struck by falling rocks and debris

Her voice shook as she look at her sister and weakly said "I do not know" and clutched her as close as possible whilst dodging out of the way of more falling rocks and shattering glass, whilst her sister yelled and screamed in her arms.

Sera noticed in horror that everyone who was crushed was not moving. Regular souls sure if enough damage was done but Angels? They should be able to get back up from such seemingly small injuries, but to her horror they just lay there; bleeding golden ichor and limp as a corpse.

The two seraphim take flight and dodge out of the way of any remaining falling debris as the tempura finally begins to cease, they gather wit the survivors and look on in terror as their once beautiful peaceful home is in chaos and tatters.

Emily looks to her older sister after seeing their fellow angels unmoving and bloody with no signs of stopping.

"What has happened to our home Sera? How could this happen to Heaven?" Tears well in the young girls eyes as her sister takes her in her arms in comfort as she glares out into the madness.

"I don't know why this has happened, Iusteet with the Heavenly council immediately to asses the damages done, you are to return to our home as fast as you are able and stay inside until I come back."

Emily looks to her sister with admiration at her ability to stay so calm, she pulls from her arms with a nod and her wings pull her up and away from the rubble as quickly as possible, not noticing the trepidation on her sisters face.

Sera turns to her fellow angels and takes a deep breath as to calm herself whilst the others are in hysterics over their friends and family's sudden second deaths. She opens her eyes and speaks out;

"Everyone please calm yourselves, I'm sure there's an explanation, I must immediately take to the heavenly council to discuss the damage and how we can begin to rebuild."

An angel screamed out

"WHAT ABOUT THE DEAD ANGELS?!?"

Another followed as the crowd of survivors begin to become rowdy again

"WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IMMORTAL"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!"

Before anything can spiral further out of control Sera raises her hands and silences everyone.

"Calm yourselves please, I do not know why this has happened, I must meet with the council and weust get an answer from our Father. The only one who could know why is Him, trust I will be swift with the information and Come to you all as soon as I can."

With the raging angels complacent for now, Sera turns to the sky and flys as fast as her wings will take her to the council room with a grimace across her face.

'everything we have worked so hard to make happen here in Heaven could be compromised if this is real'

She stops up short as she thinks of who else could've been causing trouble in heaven

'I need to speak to Lili-'

She is stopped in her thoughts as she sees the other scattered council members shooting up to the council room in the cloud, she curses herself and shoots up to the sky.

"I can only hope that this isn't what I think it is'

I'm all her heavenly wisdom, She couldn't even begin to understand what has been set in motion.

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underoospeterparker · 2 months

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congrats on 600 (and 700!!)

wondering if I can get a 🐬!

Finnick Odair x “who did this to you?”

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finnick odair x fem!reader, 0.6k words

You stumbled onto the beach, bending forward to press a hand against the growing wound on your leg. “Finnick!” You screamed, head twisting around in a desperate attempt to find him. “Finnick,” you tried again, looking over your shoulder to make sure that you hadn’t been followed on your way here.

“(Y/N)?” You breathed a sigh of relief when you heard his voice grow closer. When Finnick finally saw you, he broke into a run, catching you in his arms when you collapsed onto the ground. “Hi,” he whispered as a way of greeting. As soon as he noticed you were injured, he untangled himself from you. “Baby?” Finnick looked worried, lip caught between his teeth, running his hand in his thick hair. He leaned forward to inspect the cut.

He grimaced when he saw it, and you whined in pain when he pressed a hand to the bleeding gash, stretching from your mid-thigh to your knee. “I’m sorry, honey,” he apologised, but his face looked stern, which surprised you. “Who did this to you?”

You looked straight into his eyes when you said it. “Brutus,” you said, and his face hardened. “I was looking for berries like the ones Katniss used last year,” you continued, and Finnick nodded along, “and he came up behind me. I managed to duck so he only got my leg.” At the mention of your injury, Finnick looked back down.

“Shit, (Y/N), it’s really deep,” he whispered, looking up to meet your gaze. He softened when he saw you, your eyes swelling with tears. One fell onto your pale cheeks and Finnick reached up to thumb it away.

“Oh, angel,” he cooed, pressing your head back into his chest. “It’s okay. I’m gonna get you out of here, and then I’m gonna take care of you.”

You nodded, and he pulled away, pressing a kiss to your forehead and surveying your eyes, making sure you were okay. Then, he got to work. “Okay, sweetheart, I need you to put some pressure on it. We gotta stop the bleeding before we can clean it up.”

Finnick stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it. “Johanna?” He called out.

The girl popped out from behind a tree trunk. “Is (Y/N) okay?” She shrieked, and you smiled at her concern. “Do you guys need anything?”

“Could you get us some clean water?” He hesitated, then added, “use the spile, please!”

Johanna gave him the middle finger. “I’m not four, Finnick, I know how to get clean water.” She started walking away, then screamed, “What, did you think I was going to bring you saltwater?”

Finnick rolled his eyes affectionately, then turned back to you. “You holding up okay?”

His voice was softer than when he spoke to Johanna, and you appreciated it. You gave him a barely-there thumbs up and he gave you one of his best smiles. He stepped closer to you, then crouched in front of you, taking your hand away from your leg and pressing his there instead.

“I love you,” you whispered, a quiet confession, and Finnick looked up in surprise. This was the first time you’d ever said it. “I mean-”

“I love you too,” he reassured you, and you relaxed under his hold. You grinned at him, butterflies swarming in your stomach, so happy he felt the same way about you.

“I just wanted to tell you, you know, in case we don’t make it out of here.”

Finnick’s eyebrows creased. “We are going to get out of here,” he said slowly, making sure you met his eyes, “and you’re gonna be okay, sweetheart." He held out his pinky to you, which you clasped gratefully. "I promise."

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hee0soo · 3 months

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Bet

Pairing — SongMingixafab!Reader

Summary — Finding out that all you ever were was a game, was not how you thought your day would go...

Genre — established Realationship, UniversityAu , hurt/comfort

Warnings — Mingi being an idiot, lots of tears, lies (tell me if i missed something)

Wordcount — 2.1k

Rating — pg-13

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

Dumbfounded you stared at the girl who seemingly had not heard your heart shatter in your chest. Yumi was giggling finding your reaction incredibly funny, while you dried not to show just in how much pain you actually were in that moment.

"Oh you silly goose, did you really think Mingi would actually want to be your boyfriend? I know you're his best friend but your just not girlfriend material!" she shrugged and turned back to what she was doing before the topic of your boyfriend and you had come up.

But had he even ever been that? Your boyfriend?

Not if you believed the girl tapping away on her phone!

A bet.

That's what Yumi had said it was.

A bet to see if Mingi could get you, his best friend, to go out with him!

Tears were clinging to your lower lashes, barely even holding on as you fought to not let them fall.

Were you really that much of a fool to him? That he believed you had agreed to date him because of what? A fun way to pass the time? Did he really not think at all? How this could potentially break your heart?

Apparently not!

You looked down. The ground underneath your feet blurring more and more with every passing second. A gut wrenching sob trying to fight it's way past your lips as you processed the words that had caused something to shatter within you.

Slowly you turned to leave. It felt like you were sitting in the backseat of a car while someone else was driving while you made your way out of the classroom. The hallways were full of students in between periods but you weren't in a place to notice any of your friends as you walked past them without even turning your head in their reaction. You didn't even notice the one person that caused all your sorrow. Only when he got hold of your arm and he tugged you around to face him did you realize he was calling out your name.

"-/n? y/n! Baby what's going on?" Mingi asked, hand coming to rest on your cheek and thumb stroking your cheek, sounding equally frantic and worried while his eyes stared into your teary ones. Salty water finally leaking out!

"Please don't call me that…”you said, barely able to force the words out.

Confused Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

"What? Baby talk to me! What's goin-"

"I was a dare?" you croaked of, cutting him of immediately and ducking your face away from his fingers already missing his comforting touch.

His eyes widened at the realization that you knew. You knew!

"y/n listen- " he tried but the heartbreak written across your face left him speechless. Not knowing what to say the man who had been by your side since kindergarten just stared at you with so much regret you almost reached out to caress his face. Almost.

"How could you? Why would you even-?"

Mingi took a step closer and you took one back. You didn't want him touching you. You didn't even want to see him!

"I'm sorry y/n-ie. It was silly and I-"

"Silly? That's what we are to you?" Breathless and without waiting for an answer you ran. You couldn't stand to be in his vicinity any longer and the eyes of your fellow students watching your heartbreak like it was a movie, was to much for you.

You ran out the big gate, headed straight for the parking lot where your car was waiting for your return. Hurrying to get the keys out of your bag, you struggled with catching your breath as tears were falling like a waterfall.

Ignoring the voice calling out to you, you finally got them out. You didn't get far however when someone quickly snatched them from your shacking form and instead pulled you into their chest for a tight embrace. You fought against them at first but gave up when you realized they wouldn't let go. Breathing the persons perfume, you recognized San and sagged against him.

Gut wrenching sobs filled the air between you and him. Gently shushing you and running his hand over your back in a soothing manner, he simply let you cry. And cry you did! You cried until there were no tears left to cry and only then did you move. Or more like, he made you move!

San carefully stirred you towards the passenger side, opened die door and made you sit there before rounding the car again and drove of with you next to him.

You were quiet, not a sound could be heard and you could feel the mans eyes on you every now and then. It would be uncomfortable if it were anyone else but not with San. Not with the one who had known about your love for your best friend right from the start!

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

There was a beat of silence, then... "No..."

Your voice came out weak and unsteady and the silence returned while San drove you home.

"The fuck was that man?" Yunho hissed at Mingi who was rooted to the ground, watching your form vanish between the mass of students. The man didn't know what he should tell his friend. He knew that what he did was wrong but he never knew how to explain what he did without sounding like a giant asshole. Maybe because there was no way to explain it...

But he had been drunk and that always made him more prone to do stupid things. Things like agreeing to a bet to see whether you truly were as agreeable with him as the group he had hung out with in that moment had implied. And that's how he had found himself asking you for a date while watching a movie at his place!

He remembered the way your eyes had widened and how you almost managed to fallout of his bed if he hadn't caught your hand! He thought back to how you had cutely stumbled over your own words and started picking on the skin of your fingernails and how you had finally squeaked out an embarrassed, "yes!"

You had surprised him no doubt, but he had found himself much more delighted then he had thought he would be. And not because of the money he would get for it!

His plan should have been easy. Go on that date, tell you about the bet and then laugh about it together.

But when he had seen you, all dressed up, eyes sparkling and a bright smile on your face and his heart had skipped a beat like it had never done so before, he just couldn't do it.

One date turned into two and then into three and four and then he had finally found himself brave enough to ask you to be his girlfriend.

He hadn't expected to be this contend with you by his side, but once he had held your hand tenderly in his own, got to kiss and hug you whenever he wanted, he wouldn't couldn't lose that again.

Mingi had refused the money he would have gotten from Yumi and the others. He didn't see it as a bet he had won, more like he had gained a happiness he didn't know he could have!

And now that he stood there, 4 months later, called out by you for his own foolishness and witnessing what it had done to you, he wanted to punch himself in the face!

"Mingi!"

Ripped out of his thoughts, he focused back on his other best friend. "Huh?"

"What happened?" Yunho questioned, sounding far more empathetic then just a moment before.

"I did something really, really, stupid Yunho!" he breathed out, turning to look the other dead in the eye.

"I figured that much! What I don't know is how stupid you were and why!"

Yunho could see that whatever hat caused this had blown up right into Mingis face and that he now suffered the consequences of his actions. So he led him away from the staring students and let him talk.

Listening without face palming or smacking him upside the head was almost impossible, however he managed to do so without doing so! "You are, such an, Idiot!"

"Thank you, I already know that! What I don't know is how to fix this!" Mingi huffed and glared at the other.

Disappointed by what he just heard Yunho shook his head.

"Honestly, I don't know if you can..."

Bundled up in your blanket, tissues by your side, San had left you to yourself after making sure he had done all he could well knowing that it wasn't him you wanted by your side at this moment.

The clock showed 8:23pm and with the TV running you didn't have to bother checking the giant amount of calls and messages you had received by now. Instead you were mindlessly watching the Drama playing and trying not to dwell on the fact that your best friend and boyfriend, both of which you weren't sure if you could still call him that, had played you like a toy.

You weren't just hurt. No you were betrayed and you felt like an absolute idiot for having fallen for Mingi in the first place! Mind drifting back to all the times you had spent together, you wondered if anything of it all had been real? It would make sense that he had yet to tell you the L-word if not...

The Doorbell ringing through the air made you flinch hard in between your blanket fort and not daring to move, you closed your eyes tightly and pretended to not hear anything. But the ringing didn't stop.

Nerves wearing thin, thinner then they already were, you hastily threw every blanket off of you only to come face to face with the one man you didn't know if you should punch or find comfort in his arms in after ripping the door open!

"What?!" you shouted right in his face, hating how your voice threatened to break.

Mingi barely held himself back from pulling you into his chest! The puffiness of your cheeks and red eyes were a dead giveaway of the tears that had flown down your face not so long ago.

"I'm an idiot, I know but please give me a chance to explain..."

"Why should I? The fact that our entire relationship is based on nothing more but a lie, dells me more then enough!"

The boy faltered at the anger in your voice, knowing that he deserved all of it and more!

"I don't deserve it. But you deserve to know the truth...the whole truth..."

Damn him and his unbelievably deep brown eyes and your incapability to say no to him!

"Get inside!" you hissed harshly. "There's no need for the neighbors to know our business."

Looking around to make sure nobody was in earshot, you closed the door behind you. It was almost comical how lost Mingi seemed in your apartment, a place where he usually moved around like it was his own home.

"Look ba-, y/n, I completely understand if you never want to see me again but I want you to know that I don't regret a single moment of our relationship! I only regret how it came to be... I regret that it took a stupid bet for me to understand what I truly want and that's you! I don't regret taking you out, I don't regret asking you to be my girlfriend!" he ranted taking one step closer with every statement he added until he stood right in front of you.

You took a deep breath, trying and failing to calm your racing mind and heart. "Why?" you chocked out.

"Like I said, I was stupid And drunk! And Yumi and the others were teasing me so l suggested-"

"YOU suggested? This was your idea?" your eyes widened. Mingi nodded.

"Why did you not end it right then and there? After our first date. Why continue this lie?"

"Because I realized in that night that I wanted to take you out again. I wanted you by my side and not just as my best friend! I realized that I love you! And that I was a coward for not understanding it sooner!"

Tenderly Mingi took your hand into his while the other came to rest on your cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that had found itself rolling down your face. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lips still lingering for a second longer.

"I'm so sorry…”

You knew that he meant it. But you also knew that you couldn't forgive him for playing with you!

Not yet...

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aoyum · 1 year

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Trust me.

ao’nung x gn!omaticaya reader

a sprinkle of jealousy, arguing, slightly suggestive content

ao’nung had hated you since the day you arrived, and the feeling was mutual. He and his friends would taunt you and your family, but despite his important role in the village, you fought back each and every time. Soon a realization that the ‘hatred’ you felt for each other was something much more different, something that you were unwilling to accept.

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why can’t i stop writing for bro…? ☠️

“Let me,” Jake held a hand out as he walked away from the ikran. Many Metkayina circled around and blatantly stared. You could feel the urge to curl in on yourself crawl up your spine quicker than you expected.

Quickly undoing the queue from your banshee, you ran to stand next to Kiri.

Your father slowly took steps toward the crowd, holding his hands out to signal that he meant no harm. Neteyam and Lo’ak followed him.

Cautiously, Jake looked back to you and Kiri and nodded, yet you didn’t move until Kiri did. It was beyond overwhelming to be eyed by a crowd of judgment as you walked, lowering your head in an attempt to shy away from the reality of it.

You heard footsteps ahead and angled your head upward slightly, jaw falling slack as you got a good look at the people before you. Two boys emerged from the crowd, your heart thrumming faster when you locked eyes with one in particular. The mere intensity from his gaze left you unable to breathe.

His aura oozed of condescension.

Neteyam and Lo’ak bowed their heads, fingers to their head as they greeted the mysterious Na’vis.

Waves began rustling beside you and you turned to look, watching as a beautiful girl hopped off of a fish? water dragon? albeit with extreme grace. It made you envious.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one entranced, as you brought your gaze back to the scene around you and saw Lo’ak, blatantly ogling the young woman. It was clear to anyone who had eyes.

“Hey,” he mumbled as she stood next to other Metkayina. She smiled and ducked her head.

Your amusement was cut short when you were reminded of who was behind you.

He took his time in examining you, never seeming interested to return the greeting in the slightest. His eyes seemed to stop on a particular area on the lower part of your body, and a smirk began to pull at his lips.

“What is that? Is that supposed to be a tail?” he asked, moving closer as the other followed behind him closely. They began to laugh loudly, and you noticed the one who caught your eye reaching out to touch it. You quickly turned around and hissed, slapping his hand away.

Your eyes darted to his and you took notice of the way his smirk dropped, now staring at you with a newfound glint in his gaze. His friend snickered behind him.

“Do not! Rotxo, Ao’nung!” you heard from the girl.

You turned around to look at Jake, immediately regretting your actions when you caught a glimpse of the expression he wore. You moved to the other side of Kiri and gripped the cloth that was loosely hung around your arms, looking at the ground.

The loud sound of wind whooshing above you was what got you to look up, eyes widening as you watched a huge creature with a tail and wings soar across the sky, planting itself into the water soon after.

A man half your size hastily hopped off the animal, making his way toward you and your family.

“Olo’eyktan, I see you, Tonowari,” Jake said, greeting the chief, Tonowari his name was. Neytiri and Neteyam mirrored his actions.

“Jake sully,” the chief returned the gesture, settling himself in front of your family. From behind, you could see another woman approaching. She was dressed beautifully, yet she held a distasteful expression on her face.

“I see you, Ronal,” your father was quick to say, your mother following suit.

A best of silence passed before anyone spoke again.

“Why do you come to us, Jake Sully?” Tonowari asked. Your father wasted no time and got straight to the point. “We seek Uturu,” he raised his arms, looking back to us. Gasps were heard amongst the crowd and your cringed a bit.

“Uturu?” Ronal asked, almost disbelievingly. “A sanctuary for my family,” he was quick to add on, Tuk was lifted into his arms and he looked to Tonowari and Ronal with pleading eyes. Ronal looked away, now beginning to move toward Lo’ak.

More moments of silence passed before a single word was uttered.

“Their arms are thin!” she declared, lifting Lo’aks arm to show the people. “Their tails are weak, they will be slow in the water,” she added, swiftly turning and pulling at Kiri’s tail. She muttered a quick ow and moved away from the Tsahik, but Ronal tried again.

“These children…” she paused, grabbing Kiri’s hand and analyzing with potent distaste, “are not even true Na’vi!”

The Metkayina’s gasped, your lips parted and you stared at Ronal with wide eyes. “Dad…” Kiri muttered, turning to look at him. She looked back to her quickly and took her hand back, “yes we are!”

After continuing to criticize your family, Jake decided that he had had enough and shoved his hand into the air, showing that he was born among sky people and proving that adaptation is possible.

Neytiri watched with disliking eyes, stepping out in front of Ronal once close enough.

“My husband was Toruk Macto,” she started, and immediately a cringe found it’s way onto your expression, as did it on everyone else’s, “he led the clans to victory against the sky people.”

At this point you had already zoned out, simply not interested in listening any longer. Gazing upon the beauty of the reef, your eyes accidentally met a pair of familiar blue ones. You held back a snarl, deciding that you no longer felt any interest in him after the stunt he pulled.

He tilted his head and that smirk returned, only this time it was faint. You were thinking of some way to respond, some way to tell him off, until he snapped his head towards the Olo’eyktan.

“—Makto and his family will be staying with us. But they do not know the sea, so they will be like babies taking their first breath. My son Ao’nung, my daughter Tsireya will be showing you to your marui and will train your children.”

“Father why—” he tried to protest, but Tonowari dismissed him before he could even finish his sentence.

At this, you stifled a laugh, watching this so called Ao’nung with humor before smiling sweetly, taking slow steps toward him.

“Please do show me where to go, as I am just a baby taking my first breath.”

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“Come this way, we will be training here,” Tsireya said, smiling kindly before walking away. Lo’ak was the first to follow, but it’s not like you’d expected any less. He’d been pining over the girl for the last two days.

“I just don’t understand how she can be so happy all the time,” you muttered to Kiri as you stood, following after, albeit a bit further away than the others, “I hate it here.”

Kiri sighed and looked at you. “You hate it here? Or you hate Ao’nung?” she queried, deciphering your words for you. Just the sound of his name had you bitterly tugging on your bottom lip.

She wasn’t wrong. Here in the reef, it was absolutely stunning, certainly something you could get used to waking up to every morning. There was only one thing ruining your experience. A person, moreover a thing, but you hardly considered him as one.

You made sure to drag your feet extra slow as you reached the rock, gaze never leaving Ao’nungs as he watched with a hardened jaw. Everyone had already found spots, and it would only be your luck that the only available space left would be next to him.

“You will learn how to hold your breath today,” Tsireya explained, looking at each of you to make sure you understood. Tuk raised an eyebrow, scratching a spot on her head, “Don’t we already know how to do that?”

Tsireya smiled, shaking her head. “For longer, Tuk. If you want to live amongst us, you must know how to hold your breath longer.”

“Yeah,” Rotxo snickered, “you guys were terrible yesterday.”

You crossed your arms, looking at him, “don’t you think that if we knew that we’d be coming here, we’d practice?”

He looked to the sky in faux thought. Looked back to you. “Probably not.”

Fighting back a smile, you caught Ao’nung looking at you distastefully in the corner of your eye, smile immediately dropping as you turned to face him.

“What?” you spat.

He quickly looked to Tsireya, grumbling for her to hurry and get on with the lesson.

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“No Lo’ak, you have to breathe from here,” she said for the third time, eventually just leaning over to show him herself. She placed one hand on his stomach, and then his chest. “Your heartbeat is fast…”

You watched amusedly, sharing knowing looks with Neteyam and Rotxo. Kiri was occupied with helping Tuk and they seemed to be doing much better than you. It was a bit humbling, watching your younger siblings nail something so simple contrary to you.

You felt a warm hand on your arm and you stiffened immediately, looking at the hand before looking at Ao’nung.

“Need help?” he taunted, wearing the smirk he knew you hated. He leaned closer, the space between you filling fast.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

His eyes widened a fraction at your words, and it took a moment for you to clock what you had said.

“Yes. I meant yes, I— You’re close. Too close.” it was painfully obvious how out of breath you were, how flustered you became from just a simple touch.

Ao’nungs smirk grew and he just barely moved away.

“Trust me, I would rather be doing anything else. Just like you,” he muttered, though it sounded nothing like his usual biting and spiteful tone. Your eyes darted to his, brows furrowing slightly. He avoided your eyes and focused his attention elsewhere.

Although his eyes were looking at anything but you, you could feel his hand slipping from your arm and inching closer to your stomach, until finally his warm palm made contact.

You shivered, praying he didn’t notice. He suddenly went serious and his eyes met yours. You could not possibly know why, but you felt your stomach drop.

“…This okay?”

Your heart began to race.

Tongue darting out nervously, his eyes instantly dropped to your mouth and watched the action. You quickly moved his hand away, standing abruptly.

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch you, the atmosphere suddenly felt suffocating.

Quickly apologizing, you blurted the only excuse you could think of and walked off. Looking over your shoulder, you found everyone paying no mind to it and resuming their previous activities.

Everyone but Ao’nung, who watched as you walked away with a set jaw.

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You had spent the last few weeks acting as if nothing had happened.

Except you were definitely trying to avoid him at all costs, but there were some situations where it was just completely unavoidable. Him and his group of fish friends would pick fights, purposefully irritate you and your siblings. It was always the same with him.

You hate him.

You hate him, you try to tell yourself. You try to convince yourself that you hate the way he looks at you, the way he smiles at you, the way you unconsciously find yourself casting looks into his direction, way more than you truly should.

You mindlessly stare into the dark sky and think over the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions running through you.

The thought that you merely entertain the idea of hating him, yet, do you really?

You’re dragged out of your thoughts before you can even decide, hearing the yelps of male voices. Immediately you stand and walk over to the sounds, and to your (not) surprise you’re met with the sight of Ao’nung and his friends fighting with your brothers. Kiri stood wordlessly behind them, watching it all play out.

“Kiri?! What—”

She bursts out in laughter, doubling over and leaning onto a tree for support.

You watch in bewilderment, not knowing which group to look at. Sighing, you decide to put an end to the fight, grabbing Lo’aks ear and shoving him behind you, glaring at the now frozen party of Na’vi.

Neteyam stood and walk past you without a word, grabbing Lo’ak by the arm and taking him away with him. Your snatched your gaze from your siblings and turn it onto Ao’nung, who was already looking at you.

Storming to him, you harshly grab him and drag him along, set on finding a private area and scolding his damn ears off.

Firmly yet gently urging him behind a large rock, you finally meet his eyes and clench your fists.

“Are you hurt?” you seethed.

“Awh—” he tried to say, but quickly shut up when he caught the look on your face.

“Seriously, do you ever let up?” you whispered, defeated. “Is it impossible for you to go one day without hurting my family in some way?”

Ao’nung could feel his mouth grow dry, and he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Now you can’t answer me? But I thought you always had something to say?” you continued, stepping closer. “Don’t you realize how cruel it is? We left our home for our safety, and yet we are treated like this by you. Only you.”

“Wait, if you would just let me—”

“Honestly? I don’t want to hear anything from you, Ao’nung,” you mumbled in defeat, turning to walk away. Ao’nung grabbed your hand and pulled you back firmly.

“Please,” he said in your native language, eyes searching yours deeply.

You exhaled sharply and shook your head, pulling your hand back.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have given a damn if you’re hurt or not,” you said, parting with that. Another lie to feed off of.

You’d be lying once more if you said it didn’t hurt you.

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“You know…” you heard from above you.

Looking up, you saw Kiri, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. Already, you knew it was bad news.

“The answer is no,” you stated simply and continued to feed your ilu.

Kiri kneeled down to your height and stopped you from getting another feeder fish. “Hear us out, at least,” she pleaded, looking back to your siblings knowingly. Sighing, you creased your brows and turned to face them, staring expectantly.

“Since, you know, you are the best sister we could’ve ever asked for…” Lo’ak started, using his puppy eyes to his advantage, he opened his mouth to continue, but you held a hand up. “If you all are going to lie, at least get Kiri or ‘teyam to do it. I might believe them,” you smiled, raising a brow to Lo’ak.

“What? But the eyes always worked!” he groaned.

Eyes, you thought. It sent you into a whirlpool of how he would look at you, how his eyes—

You held a finger up in correction, “Used to.”

“Well,” Neteyam jumped in, swiftly stepping in front of Lo’ak to take over, “we wanted to show our appreciation… of some sort.”

“And how will you do that?” you inquired.

“Get on your ilu. We’re taking you somewhere,” he said, calling for his ilu as soon as he finished his sentence, Kiri and Lo’ak doing the same.

Despite your suspicions, you still followed them into the water.

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The bioluminescence contrasted to the darkness of the night sky was truly one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. The sun had just set and you were still following your siblings to wherever godforsaken place they were taking you. You heard Lo’ak signal for you to turn right, and what you saw had rendered you completely speechless.

Large, beautiful rocks that rounded and appeared as half circles, floating rocks like the hallelujah mountains back home, luminous green vines that contrasted the purple color of the tree below the water.

Your amazement never faltered as you admired the scenery around you. Kiri caught up next to you and smiled with you, taking a look around for herself. “It really is beautiful isn’t it?”

“What is this place?” you whispered, turning to face her. She ran her hand through the waves and looked to the tree. “This is their tree of spirits. They call it the Cove of Ancestors.”

“Stunning…” you murmured absentmindedly, slowly venturing deeper into the cove. “Can I go under and—” you turned around to ask, but when you looked back, Kiri was nowhere to be seen. They were all nowhere to be seen.

You blinked, breathing in shakily. You knew they were up to no good, but this? What made them think to leave you alone in a vast ocean miles away from shore.

“Kiri!” you shouted, praying to Eywa she hadn’t really left you. “Neteyam?!”

Fuck. Assholes. You tugged on your lip with your teeth harshly.

You heard a noise behind you and snapped in the direction. Ice struck your nerves. You were stranded in an ocean. Alone. With dangerous creatures all around you.

“Guys!” you tried again, not that you were expecting a response.

Except, you got one.

“You okay?”

You whipped your head in the opposite direction and despite the relief that flooded through your body, you were still extremely pissed.

“Ao’nung?” you hissed.

You stared at him, wondering just what the hell he would be doing here so late at night, until it clicked.

“You put them up to this?” you asked, so quiet he almost didn’t catch it. He watched the way your face dropped and cursed, bringing his ilu forward to meet you.

Turning your head away, you wanted to command your ilu to move away, but you just couldn’t find it in you.

“Let me explain, just follow me to this rock. Please,” he pleaded with you. “Please.”

Silently, you nodded and followed him up the rock. Still you refused to meet his eyes. A hand came up and cupped your jaw, making it harder with every second that passed to deny him of what he wanted.

“I didn’t bring you here to make you upset,” he whispered.

You scoffed and shoved his hand away, finally meeting his gaze. “And why would I believe you? What took you so long to come out! It’s like you get a rise out of—”

“You were scared?” he cut you off. “Yes! …Yes I was scared, Ao’nung. I thought I got left alone.”

“I wouldn’t ever do that to you.”

Wordlessly staring at him, your lips parted unconsciously. Crossing your arms, you looked away. “Well, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Ao’nung sighed and dropped his head, looking at everything but you.

He merely liked the idea of hating you, because the truth was that he loved you.

“You don’t know?” he asked, you furrowed your brows and looked back at him. “Know.. what?”

“We were fighting because I wanted to tell you this.”

Although you were supposed to hate him, curiosity couldn’t stop you from wanting to know more. You stepped closer into his warmth, hands finding solace on his forearms.

“I see you.”

Shaky breaths intermingled with one another. You felt weak as you took his words into account. Slowly, you slid your hands higher until they met the nape of his neck, really basking in the feeling of his touch.

“I’ve been lying to myself since I first saw you,” you muttered, pulling him closer, “I cannot lie any longer.” Opening your eyes, you hazily examined his features. The features you tried to fool yourself into believing you weren’t in love with. “I see you, Ao’nung.”

Reaching down, he captured your lips in his and poured every ounce of passion and every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. His mouth was doing way too well at swallowing every little noise you made, reciprocating it with low groans and fleeting touches.

You were all too focused on the feeling of how perfectly his lips molded against yours, you grew lightheaded fast and pulled away for air. Still, he continued to pepper kisses over your cheeks, neck and collarbone, desperate for any kind of contact with you.

Your face was flushed and you were out of breath, this didn’t go unnoticed by Ao’nung and he smiled against your skin at the sight of his works.

“Getting a kick out of this Ao’nung?” you sighed, jokingly flicking at his arm.

“Trust me, its a sight I could get used to seeing.”

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tan1shere · 5 months

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Motel Whore pt 2

Ellie Williams x female reader!

A/n: you GUYS the second part is hereeee I hope you lovelies enjoy it!

Warnings: angst, smut just the same that was in the other one practically. Drinking, Ellie being an ass but not for long. Fluff at ze end 😋

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Masterlist

Pt 1

You didn't know how. But you did it. You had cut Ellie off completely. You were currently just in your apartment, in the dark with the blankets cuddled up to you. You hadn't spoken to anyone. Nobody. Not even Dina, which made her worry also. You just couldn't bare going outside, going with the friend group in case you ran into Ellie. You couldn't face her, nor did you even want to after the last time you saw her. You went home, crying your eyes out. Cursing yourself for agreeing to this.

You're not a friends with benefits girl. You want love. True love that actually means something. You couldn't keep hurting yourself, but how that didn't even work. If anything you're hurting more. All these thoughts and they're all of her. You were infact inlove with Ellie, and you needed to try get your mind off of it. You just didn't know how.

Ellie texts you from time to time, asking why you don't answer her anymore. You ofcourse don't answer those. You just can't. You were sitting in bed, watching some TV in the dark in hopes to get your mind off everything, it wasn't working that great when you hear a knock on the door, startling you completely. "In a second." You begin to get up bringing the blanket with you having it drape over your shoulders. You go to open the door.

"What the fuck Is going on with you." Said a very concerned looking Dina. You sigh going to walk into your apartment more not even wanting to talk. "Uh uh don't do that." She says following you in. "Spit it out." She says. You turn around. "Just not feeling the best Dee.." You look down. "You know what I think you need. Is to party." You look at her bewildered. "Actually I need my bed." You were about to walk back into your bedroom as you say that but she swiftly grabs your arm. "Nope you need fun, and.. color." She looks around your apartment, looking at the dullness that's overcome it. "Come on, you might even meet someone." You scoff at her comment.

"Fuck that 'someone' I'm not even interested." You sit down on your bed, looking at her. "Pleas, just for tonight then you can come back and mope around about whatever the fuck it is." You sigh once again. "Ugh, fine." She smiles at the response you give. "Right let's get you dressed into something, slutty!" You laugh slightly as she says that. Maybe this could be the distraction. And who knows maybe you could meet someone. You just prayed that someone wasn't Ellie. You did not. Want to see her face tonight.

You had just arrived at said club, walking in with Dina. "Drink?" You think for a second. You weren't a drinker. At. All. "Fuck it yeah why not." She looks at you very surprised. "Actually?" You nod. She then orders, handing you the glass. "Now, you don't have to go fast just-" but you hadn't listened to a word, downing the liquid. "Pace yourself.." She finishes with a small laugh. You shrug with a smile, feeling it burn slightly, not use to this kind of tang.

"Having fun?" Dina yells over the loud music. It had been an hour or two since you had arrived, you and Dina were dancing like there was no tomorrow. "Loadsss." You slur, definitely out of it. But honestly, you couldn't really think straight right now, bit you did feel good. No hurting, no thought, nothing of- "Oh look there's Ellie!" Your eyes go wide, immediately ducking off into the crowd trying to get away from Dina. "Ellie!" She calls out. "That makes another-" Dina wips her head around to try find you. "Y/n?" You were almost sprinting in your drunken state, so much so you hadn't realized you bumped into anyone.

You stumble but thankfully they catch you. "I'm so sorry- I wasn't looking-" You ramble. You look up at the figure. It was a male with light brown fluffy hair, he smiles at you. It seemed to be genuine. "You're quite alright." He was British, saying everything so beautifully. He notices your state. "Have you come here alone?" He looks quite concerned. You shake your head. "Oh, no I'm with a friend, but I just-" you couldn't even remember what you had been doing. "I can't remember-" You let out a choked giggle. "Ok well why don't we take you back to your friend." He gently grabs your wrist when you hear your name?

"Dont fucking touch her, can't you see she's clearly drunk." Uh oh. It was Ellies voice. You look to see her coming over here with Dina. You were left confused by her statement. "Was just bringing her out of harms way actually." Ellie scoffs. "Yeah sure you were buddy. I don't believe you even for a second." She goes to grab you to take you away. "And what makes you think you could do such a thing." He stares at her. This poor guy, he seemed like he only wanted to help. "Dont fucking do that I know her." No you don't.. you don't know anything about me.. you think to yourself. Everythings all coming back again.

"How do I know you aren't just saying that." Ellies getting angry. But why? Why does she even care so much. "You aren't funny." She spits. "Do you see me laughing?." Dina is now over, just behind Ellie. "What's going on?" She looks at everything that was happening. "Trying to bring someone that's under the influence to her friend, when this bird. Is accusing me of the complete opposite." Dina looks at you. "I know them." He looks at you as you say that. "Are you positive?" You just nod. "Alright, please be safe." You thank the man and go off with Dina. "You alright." You nod. "Jackaas." You then hear Ellie mumble to herself. You can't even believe her right now.

"Let's get home yeah?" Dina speaks breaking the barrier of awkwardness. You agree, and so does Ellie. It was pretty silent on the way back, as Dina drops you off at your apartment. But Ellie gets out too. You shrug it off just wanting to get into bed still slightly drunk. "Oi." You don't look at her as you fiddled with your keys, getting in and setting your bag down. "Hello I'm talking to you-" "what Ellie what." You turn around abrupt and cold. Glaring at her. She mirrors it. "What the fuck do you mean what? You've been ghosting me forever." You turn back around turning the lights on and taking off your shoes. "No no, you're gunna answer me."

You scoff. "Why the fuck do you care so much. You have other bitches." You spat. "What the fuck is going on with you. You're acting like an idiot." You let out a dry laugh. "Im the idiot?" She nods. "That is what I just said, wasn't it?" You wanted to punch her, squinting your eyes ever so slightly at her. Silence took over for what felt like the millionth time that night. "Tell me I'm more." You say softly, trying not to burst into tears. "What?" She looks very confused. What on earth did you mean. "Tell me. Im more." She stands there, trying to figure out what you were saying. "Your more?" She says unsure. "I promise I'm more.. more then a God damn motel whore." Boom. It clicks in Ellies mind. "Now get the fuck out." You spit with absolute venom. She's stunned. But you weren't playing.

As you watched her leave, the water works started flooding back again like a tidal wave. You really are stupid. You had fallen for someone who didn't give you even a single thought. How foolish of you. How stupid. You fall to the ground letting it all out now. Feeling hopeless. Desperate for something. You had no idea what it was but you just wanted to be held. Tighter than you ever would have imagined. But that wasn't possible. Dina was gone. You didn't really have anyone else. Lost. That's the perfect words for this all.

Why can't I be lovely.

Why can't I be yours.

I'm only your babydoll when you get bored.

Sobs, as you lay on the floor. Feeling like your eyes are burning. What is wrong with you. Stop this. Oh but you can't. You can't even stop thinking about her after she hurt your brain. You couldn't forgive but you wanted to so bad. You shouldn't. But you wanted to so bad.

I wanna be precious.

I'm left on the floor.

Crying in desperate.

Darling, what am I for.

It was a few days later. Nothing had changed. You were in your room, dark. Gloomy room. Not even doing anything just laying on your bed. You'd say you were thinking but you had nothing more to think about. Your brain felt fried. Empty. Which was a good representation of your aching heart. Like last time trouble occurred there was a knock on your door. Again. But this time you don't do anything. You don't want to answer it, to whomever was on the other side. You couldn't. They knocked again. "Go away." There was a pause. "I-its me.." You were shocked at first but slowly that turned into anger.

"Leave me alone." You say, shouting slightly. "Please I just want to talk.." You were torn on what to do. Answer it. Be hurt again. Don't answer it. Keep hurting. Either way you weren't changing your mood, so you pull yourself out of bed, not even caring how you look, as you open the door. "I-" She looks at you, softening her look. "I'm so fucking sorry. Why didn't you tell me?" You look at her, not even sure how to respond. Standing there, wanting to sob again. But you didn't, it felt like you had nothing left to let out. "Did your mother raise her daughter, to love a lady like a corpse." You then blurt out the only thing that came to mind. She let's that sink in. "Oh Y/n.. I'm so fucking sorry you have no idea." You nod. "You're right. I don't."

"You wanna know something." You shrug. "Might as well you've hurt me enough." But then you think. You want to rip your hair out at that. It's not even her fault it's yours. You shouldn't of even agreed in the first place. You're the one screwing up. "No Ellie, you don't have to explain. I let my emotions get in the wa-" "and I didn't let mine." She blurts out looking at me. I furrow my brows. "What?" She smiles. "I've always been interested in you. I just never thought you'd ever feel the same." You swallow, still confused. "So you-" She keeps talking cutting you off. "Everything that happened it was my fault. I felt horrible the last night after I left you asleep.. I was realizing half way through what I had just done. It was obvious you weren't comfortable. I felt like a right asshole afterwards. But then you didn't seem upset or anything so I shrugged it off. I shouldn't of I realize that now." She finishes.

You were dumbfounded. "Are you telling the truth?" She nods. "I'll prove it to you. That's if you let me ofcourse." You tilt your head. "I wanna fuck you." You stood there looking at her like she was insane, but she giggles. "That's not funn-" "With so much love and adoration that you'll explode." She says coming closer and rubbing your chin gently. Hearts formed in your eyes, that's all you ever wanted. "Sooo is that a yes?" You smile at her. "Yes that's a yes." She smiles at your smile, missing it deeply. She picks you up so gently you melt into her touch, as she brings you to your bed. "Let me take care of you.. it's what you deserve."

You nod giving her full permission, she slowly goes to kiss all over your face, making sure to keep the soft manner. She gently goes to take your shirt off continuing the soft kisses down your neck, breasts, stomach.. hips. Everything was so delicate. In a way that was making you go crazy for her. This is all you ever wanted. Especially with her. She goes to take her shirt off, something she never really did, you couldn't help but stare. She was beautiful. "You're so pretty Els." You say gently. She gives you a sweet smile at your compliment. "And you're so amazing." She goes to take your pants off still keeping with her soft demeanor. It was all so lovely.

She then proceeds to take hers off. You look at her a tad confused. "More intimate angel." You crumble as she says that, is this even real? You nod at the response regardless. She goes to line up perfectly, sinking down onto your body. You both let your mouths drop slightly at the instant connection and softness. She then begins to move on you, both of you letting out noises of pleasure. "F-fuck, I regret not doing this sooner." You watch her as she keeps going. "Els.." She let's out a grunt. "I love you." She says. You stare at her in pure shock. Bringing her down by her hair and kissing her, she kisses back with so much passion. You felt it, that feeling. "Ellie i-" She just nods. "Me too, me too. Together yeah?" You nod also cumming shortly after along with her.

She flops onto you, laying there playing with your hair. There was a comfortable silence. "I love you too Els." She smiles. And for the first time ever with her. You felt safe with the aftercare. No leaving to go to someone else. Cuz she was yours. And you were hers.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

contents/warnings: single mom reader, bau!reader, brief mentions of typical cm violence, mutual pining, coworkers to lovers (no arc completion)

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You’ve been held at gunpoint. You’ve been beaten, battered, and bruised within an inch of your life. You’ve been threatened, harassed, and abused. Yet there’s no fear as debilitating as what you’re feeling now, when you look around the crowded room and can’t find your toddler anywhere.

She knows not to run off. As much as you withhold from her about your career, her tiny ears unprepared for the horrors you face, you’ve told her a thousand different ways not to leave your side. And she’d been doing so good, her little pudgy fist clasped in the fabric of your dress until midway through your conversation with Emily. You’d reached down to feel her pigtails after she’d dropped your dress, content that she was still there even if she wasn’t holding onto you anymore. And yet, here you are, childless and panicking.

You start ducking into open rooms, figuring that she wouldn’t have shut the door after her if she was wandering into them. She’s nowhere to be seen, though, you don’t catch a glimpse of her black-ribboned hair or her blue-dotted dress.

Your shoes hit the scratchy carpet with urgency, and you feel many-a-head turning to face you. You don’t feel like explaining, though, not when your little girl is loose in a government building.

Government buildings are no place for children. Too many people have guns, and, though they won’t be turned upon her, she’s more than likely to be morbidly curious about one left lying around and end up worse than seriously injured. Or she could get into an elevator and lose herself among the maze of floors and desks. Or she could walk straight out the front door into traffic. Or she could lock herself in a bathroom stall. Or she could stumble upon photos she shouldn’t be seeing, crime scenes and corpses strewn about less child-friendly areas of the place.

Or, you find out, as you head for Hotch’s door, intent on pleading with the man’s parental instinct to aid you in your search, she could be dancing with your boss.

She could be on her tip-toes, ruffled socks bunched up around her ankles and mary-janes toeing Aaron’s sleek black work shoes. She could be stretched all the way to his waist, her arms hung above her head as she grips one of his thick fingers in all of her tiny ones. She could be grinning up at him, baby teeth on full display as her hair bounces to the beat of the song he’s making up. You’ve never heard him hum before, nor have you seen that fond of a glint in his eyes, but he’s beaming down at her, a happy little tune flitting through the air from his throat. He’s jutting one foot out after the other, tie swaying against his chest as he gives your daughter the dance of her, admittedly short, lifetime.

Neither of them have noticed you hovering just outside the crack in the door, and she looks down just in time for one of her shoes to slip from his own. Her weight goes with it, but he holds steady to her hands, pulling her upright until she can latch her foot onto his again.

“Woah!” She gushes, giggling with exhilaration.

“Woah,” He parrots, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” She nods, a slight lisp invading her words from her pacifier habits, “You’re strong, Uncle Aaron.”

“Well I have to be,” He muses, and though he’s no longer humming, the song lives on as he continues moving their feet in sync, “Just in case someone needs protecting.”

“I think mommy needs protecting sometimes,” Your daughter decides, and your cheeks grow hot at the mere mention of yourself, “She runned into my backpack yesterday and tripped!”

He doesn’t correct her poor grammar, nor does he point out that she was probably the one to put her backpack in a less-than-ideal place. All he does is raise his eyebrows amusedly, nodding at her statement.

“Well, maybe you could start protecting her.”

“How?” She stares up at him skeptically, unsure why the man is insinuating that a three year old can be so heroic.

“I think you should put your backpack somewhere where she won’t trip over it,” There it is, the parental voice of reason, “Maybe on a chair? Or the couch?”

“I think you should do it.” She blazes past his suggestion, typical for a child who doesn’t understand responsibility for their actions. He seems to notice the cliche as well, chuckling mirthfully, “Alright. If I see any backpacks on the floor, I’ll save her from them. Deal?”

“Deal.” She grins toothily, squealing as he lifts her straight into his arms from only his grip on her hands.

Her legs curl effortlessly around his waist and you worry about her shoes staining his shirt, but you’d seen a grape juice stain on his tie only days before, and you remember that your kid isn’t the only one crawling all over Aaron. You rush down the stairs when they begin heading for the door, posing as if you’d just began your ascent by the time they swing the hinges open.

“There you are,” You try acting relieved, though the panic you’d felt only moments prior is long gone, replaced by sticky-sweet adoration, “What, did Hotch lure you away with candy?”

“Just my natural charm,” He defends, squeezing her where she’s curled around his hip, “And a dance move or two.”

“A dance move,” Morgan repeats teasingly from the other end of the room, a few downcast smirks shot from the rest of your teammates, “I don’t recall you ever teaching me any of those, boss man.”

“You’re too big to stand on my toes.” Aaron laments with a goofy smile towards your daughter, who giggles at the thought of her big, strong Uncle Derek balancing on Hotch’s feet.

“Well if we don’t visit Auntie Penelope soon,” You accept the arm that your daughter throws out to you at the mention of her bubbly godmother, taking her from Hotch’s strong arms, “I’m going to be given a very long lecture, and you’ll be given one less cookie than usual.”

“Only five?” She gasps in real, palpable terror, fingers clenching in the fabric of your dress once more, “Let’s go!”

The bullpen shares a chuckle at her dramatics, and Reid steps aside from where he’s aiming to ask Hotch a question at the base of the stairs. You’re crossing your own desk, intent on ducking into Penelope’s lair for a chat, when Hotch’s voice rings out across the room, urgent and strong.

“Y/N!” He doesn’t often use your first name, and that’s what gets your attention the most. You turn towards him, bewildered and hesitant to take another step.

“Backpack,” He points down at the floor where you’re about to step blindly, a tinkerbell-themed bag discarded in the middle of the walkway. You eye your daughter rather unimpressed, but her attention is focused solely on Hotch, who’s already engaged with Reid.

“Pick it up,” You groan, holding your daughter’s waist and angling her towards the floor. She giggles jovially at the headrush she receives from being held nearly upside-down, and her little arms reach eagerly for her belongings.

Once she secures the backpack and deposits it on your desk rather than in your path, you tuck her back against your hip. She’s got her chin hooked over your shoulder, out of your eyesight, which means that you don’t catch the thumbs-up that she throws towards Hotch. You don’t happen to notice the wink that he throws her back while Reid’s head is ducked towards a paper he’d brought along, another one of his rare smiles aimed at her as he holds up his end of the bargain.

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chan and his 1st child/yt.com

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 intro: hello my fellow smoothbrained friends. welcome or welcome back! today we will be taking a look at some bangju moments over the past (almost) 6 years with stray kids that never fail to warm my heart <3 if you like these kinds of posts consider interacting or sharing your favorite moment! thank you! now to what we’re really here for :)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 stray kids survival show

splayed under the blue light from his computer screen, chan’s dexterity over the mouse begins to slow followed by heavy eyes fighting against the cozy weight of gravity lulling him to sleep, his loss against this force signified by his slowed, deep breaths.

[using the track as a lullaby, he goes straight to dreamland]

speeding up the footage reveals a better understanding as to how long he really sat asleep in his chair until a cut transitions to his new position leaned against the back, somewhat sitting up still with the room light shining bright as ever above his head.

[but, it sounds like someone’s at the door!]

soft shuffling footsteps reveal a squinting juyeon with major bed-head. [it’s the members’ mother hen!] carefully she reaches across the sleeping boy to his mouse, sliding it around on his track pad a bit clicking here and there, and then the screen goes black. [taking care of the leader making sure his work was saved. but…] she then turns and waddles out of view again. [what is she doing?]

the audible flip of a light switch shrouds the room in darkness, and from within this darkness, juyeon’s whispered coos could be heard.

[JY: oppa. come on,]

[BC: hm?]

[JY: to bed. everything is saved, just get under the covers.]

[~hardworking leader chan gets tucked in bed by angel juyeon, who looks after the member responsible for the rest. as long as he’s got her by his side, chan’s well taken care of.~]

[JY: sleep well, channie~]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 finding skz running man

stopping near the carousel in the center of the mall chan sighs heavily with his hands on his hips, catching his breath as he scanned over the layout once more. “ah — i really don’t know. i haven’t seen her at all.”

after pausing to listen for any movement within the building - and only hearing the commotion from the other boys - chan turns with a mischievous smile toward the camera man “do you know where she is? have you seen her?”

[meanwhile…]

cut to juyeon narrowly avoiding seungmin as he came down the hall, crouching to duck behind one of the arcade machines just in time for him to pass by without noticing the older girl. the second she decided he was far enough was when she took off in the opposite direction with the cameramen racing to keep up with her.

juyeon comes to a stop once she reaches the main room, the lights from the carousel twinkling in her wide eyes once she spots the blonde boy across the room.

[like a deer in the headlights, billie appears!]

chan is already looking in her direction as he throws his hands up mousily. “wait,” he says, masking the ulterior motives apparent to everyone but juyeon “will you help me?”

“help you?” she repeats, still as a statue whilst chan ambles over to bridge the gap between them. [will she fall for the leader's trick?]

“have you seen felix?”

a suspicious smile grows on juyeon's lips as he draws closer and her own palms raise defensively, taking half a step back from the boy whose mask of innocence had begun to slip the closer he got. "oppa." she says like an accusation. a bright smile dawns on chan's face.

"i'm not after you."

juyeon is now fully backpedaling. [she doesn't believe him] "oppa, have mercy."

there is a brief pause as chan seemingly weighs his options with his eyes still locked on hers, his jolly grin becoming more and more pixy with each passing millisecond before he abruptly lunges forward for her with outstretched hands to grab her nametag. juyeon nearly threw herself into one of the pillars behind her to protect the name on her back.

"please! you're my favorite member!"

chan now stops just before her with eyebrows knitting together before he laughs at her interesting tactic. "i'm your favorite?"

"totally," juyeon giggles "especially when you give me a five second head start."

"more than changbin?" he adds, prodding at her will to bargain. she simply tilts her head.

"who?"

[and with that, the deal is sealed]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 2 kids room

“honestly,” chan starts, removing the lollipop stuffed in his cheek as he sat criss-cross on the blue corduroy couch “i love this hair color on you.”

“really?” asked juyeon with a surprised smile, whose fiery red hair had become a hot topic recently. he hummed.

“i think red suits you well. of course you’re always pretty but the red really catches peoples eye.”

now giggling bashfully, juyeon subconsciously tucked an aforementioned red strand behind her ear to reveal her peachy cheeks, eyes sparkling with appreciation despite her response. "you've been suspiciously supportive recently — i feel like i need to look out for blackmail or something.”

“what is that supposed to mean?!” the leader shrilled, almost pouting, arms flying to fold across his chest teasingly at her insinuation. however, this feigned offense was quickly replaced by the smile accompanying his laughter at her mirroring of his demeanor.

“you know i can’t accept compliments!!”

“well! —” he began with the same chaotic energy before abruptly halting himself to instead dial it back with a nonchalant shrug “that’s okay, at least you know.”

juyeon, peeling open her eyes squeezed shut to hide from the embarrassment, now dropped the arms crossed tight against her chest and subsequently her guard. she spoke in a soft hum to mutter, “it is nice to know, though. i do appreciate it…”

“good. you should know how precious you are.”

“ew!”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 chan’s room phone call

“hmm…was it a different name?” chan mumbles, more to himself than the stay watching his livestream as he searched for that particular day6 song he wanted to talk about, eyes quickly scanning over the titles in hopes of finding ‘the one.’

“oh! here it is.”

he begins playing ‘i loved you’ before sitting back in his chair to intently listen along with stay. it begins with the buzzing of crickets before jumping right into the members’ gorgeous and clear voices, and after only half a minute or so of nodding his head along with their labelmates past masterpiece, the discernible buzz of his phone against the table quickly catches his attention.

“oh!” he pauses the music to pick up his phone “it’s bibiya! let’s see what chu’s up to.”

chan answers her call below stay’s view, indicating that she’d actually facetimed him, made glaringly apparent by the bloop! as it connected. if that wasn’t evidence enough then surely juyeon’s squeaky voice coming through the speaker did, the leaders face lighting up prior to his laugh.

“sorry!! i just remembered about your live!”

chan quickly turned the volume down as he chuckled “it’s okay! the more the merrier. do you want to say hi?”

“yeah! can stay hear me?”

he nodded, eyes flicking up to filter through the live comments now buzzing with her name.

“helloooo stayyy! is channie entertaining you well? don’t forget about his weekly sunday live like i did. uh…make sure to eat well and get lots of rest!!”

chan would giggle before pulling his eyes from the comments and back to the screen out of view. “do you want me to call you back?” he asked quietly, wary of the audience listening in on the reason why she called “i’ll be done in 30.”

“oh — that’s okay — i just wanted to know if you still wanted to watch that movie with me tonight.”

the leaders eyebrows raised high, eyes panning up to the live almost like a scene from the office before looking back down at the girl on his screen.

“did you forget?”

“no! i remember!” he blatantly lied with a giggle “we’ll sit down to watch it as soon i get home, okay?”

there was an exasperated sigh before her response. “okayyyy. have fun with the rest of your live. bye bye stay!”

chan would mutter his own goodbyes to his bandmate before she hung up, and then his focus would immediately shift back up to the audience before him, a bashful blush dusting his cheeks as he laughed once more.

“i definitely forgot about the movie tonight. don’t tell joong.”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 dinner w/ billie live

“okay, next!” juyeon turns from the pot of noodles boiling on the stovetop to then grab the jar of alfredo sauce on the counter “this is my favorite pasta of all time — after jjajangmyeon — so we’re gonna use a lot of it.”

the pajama-clad girl then attempts to open the lid using both hands, her face screwing together with pursed lips as she visibly uses all her might to twist the top off. “oh, man,” she wheezes, resting to glance up at the comments before trying again “it’s really on there!”

juyeon now readjusts her grip to get as much of her hand on the lid as possible, her other holding the jar tight as to not drop it before taking another shot at opening the precious sauce, nearly folding into herself at the waist as she once again fails to unscrew the lid.

“jeez! did they glue it on there or something?” she huffs “why is it so difficult? that’s so rude.”

for a moment she stands there in front of the camera, dumbfounded and red-faced as she looks over the jar like there was another method hidden underneath, before holding her index up to the audience now laughing at her struggles.

“hold on,” she says while backing toward one of the bedroom doors she’d banished the boys to while she was on live “don’t go anywhere! i’ll be back!”

thankfully, due to the positioning of the camera she’d set up in the kitchen, stay were still able to see juyeon as she waddled over to knock on one of the wooden doors with mumbles of ‘the stupid jar.’ this door would then open to reveal a comfy-looking and barefaced chan with a smile already on his face as he exited the darkness and entered the living room to take the jar from her.

it would only take him the few seconds of a walk back into the kitchen to then successfully pop open the blasphemous lid that had publicly defeated juyeon. he’d outwardly laugh as she stole the now-opened jar from his hands, a vexed frown on her lips.

“i loosened it for you.”

“oh i’m sure.”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 stray kids survival show

[the members are hard at work, practicing their performance relentlessly to polish even the smallest of details before presenting themselves before jyp and yg in the morning]

the group looks wholly exhausted as the song then comes to a close, their heaving breaths and faces glistening with sweat acting as a visual indicator to how eager they were to give a good performance in front of not only their own boss but also yg and his trainees, hands flying to rest on their hips as they tromped over to their water bottles.

the boys’ quick disperse from the formation in the middle subsequently revealed a haggard-looking juyeon with her fingers interlocked behind her head. a quick zoom-in on the panting girl would expose her trembling bottom lip as she blinked rapidly before cranking her neck to look up at the lights on the ceiling.

[juyeon looks troubled]

chan, sitting in the right hand corner of the screen as he messed with the speaker, could be seen with his attentive leader gaze on the red-faced girl. to the untrained eye — namely the viewers watching who still didn’t know the members very well — his furrowed brow and pursed lips could easily be read as irritation towards the black sheep of the group. however, the speed with which he stood in order to be by her side after she turned her back indicated otherwise.

[leader chan is quick to check in on his members when they’re struggling]

“hey,” he hummed, placing a hand between her shoulders to seclude them from the other boys “you okay?”

chan’s soothing presence would be the catalyst that revealed juyeon’s true state even as her back was turned to the camera, face hidden from view as her frail, shaky voice exposed the tears she’d fought to conceal.

“yeah — sorry — ts’stupid”

“hey,” he’d say again, now moving to stand in front of her to catch her gaze “what’s up?”

juyeon shook her head, dropping her interlocked fingers to instead wipe the tears on her cheeks. “i don’t know — nothing — i’m good”

“talk to me, joong. you don’t have to find the right words, just tell me how you’re feeling.”

[although juyeon tried to hide her troubles, chan won’t let her suffer alone]

“m’just…scared. what they’ll think — what they’ll say…”

chan’s response was immediate; certain and encouraging as he brushed her hair from her face. “that’s okay, ju. it’s okay to be scared. it’s okay to worry about what people will think, we all do, but you can’t let it eat at you. they’ll say what they’re gonna say, but at the end of the day, you’re still the talented juyeon we know you are — you know you are. don’t let the fear stop you from doing what you love.”

with this, juyeon sighs. she stands there for a moment to take in his encouraging words, marinating his verbal and nonverbal support in her mind before nodding shortly once more.

“we’ll all be there to back you up, ju. always.”

[juyeon may be anxious about tomorrow, but she has her boys to stand behind her, and they’ll defend her to the ends of the earth]

#♡ billie #♡ bangju #skz oc #stray kids oc #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #kpop added member #kpop oc #kpop addition #bang chan imagines #not the happiest with how this turned out but i really wanted something to be up today!#i hope you enjoy and i hope to be posting something new soon!

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misconceptions

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female!reader x bradley 'rooster' bradshaw (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“You know, on account of your whole aggressively heterosexual, toxically masculine, 'I'm God’s gift to women' thing.”

Only Hangman is shameless enough to be offended at something so obvious. “I’m not aggressively heterosexual.”

warnings- 18+ minors DNI, (& glen don't read this shit please i'm embarrassed), allusions to previous threesome (m/f/f), voyeurism, implied threesome (f/m/m), public teasing, you prob shouldn't fuck in cars while they're moving bc seat belts/safety but this is self indulgent so let me live, fingering, edging, crying, praise kink, oral (f receiving), soft dom bradley, not so soft (but not really mean) jake, light dumbification/ degradation/ something along those lines, brat tamer boys, established rooster x reader relationship

length- 3.7k idk why my pwp is like this god help me when i finish something that's more than banter & smut again it'll be a billion words

an- I WAS working on something that didn't have smut but then miles posted that fucking picture- blame him. so here we go again...I don't...know what this is and i actually kind of hate it but i need it out of my brain. I'm sure rooster x hangman x reader has been done to death but I made an allusion to it in up to no good and well. yeah. so technically this is a sequel to that but you don't need to read that first because any illusion of plot in this is just a means for smut. *hides and blushes like a slut*

I want to say the entire premise of this is crack but my guy friends have convos like this at the bar all the time so who knows. I mean it's still ridiculous but...idk also the working title of this was bob fucks even though he's not even it and I thought that was amusing

“Knockout, five o’clock,” Payback mutters, looking behind you and Jake. “Looks like she’s got her sights set on you, Seresin.”

Jake manages a quick look over his shoulder, smirking when he turns back around because she is, in fact, gorgeous and beelining straight for his side of the table.

He rolls his shoulders back and winks at the group. You make a fake gagging noise purely out of reflex and nothing else, you swear, contemplating going up to the bar for another drink just so you don’t have to bear witness to this. You’re about to get up when you catch a very feminine hand out of the corner of your eye, going to tap you lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey,” the girl says, sidling up to you and immediately turning her back to Jake. “Where’s Bradley?”

Oh.

“Still on base,” you reply, quickly smiling in recognition. “It’s good to see you, Ash, you look good.”

“I’ll say,” Ashley answers, eyeing you up and down. She raises an eyebrow when her gaze gets to the hem of your sundress that’s resting a little high on your thigh. “I’m in town for a few days, come find me later if he makes it up here tonight.”

You duck your head, fighting the blush rising up your neck. “Maybe, I’ll let you know.”

“Please do.” Ashley winks, running her hand down your arm to the inside of your wrist, just this side of too familiar. She gives you a quick squeeze with delicate fingers and you hope no one notices the goosebumps raising on your arms before she turns on her heel to disappear back into the crowd.

You stare decidedly at your beer after Ashley saunters away, feeling everyone’s eyes on you and wanting to avoid this conversation as long as possible.

When you finally look up Phoenix is clearly fighting back a giggle, but her eyes are directed to the right of you, at Hangman.

“What the fuck was that?” He finally croaks after a few beats of awkward silence, mouth dry.

Phoenix reaches over to smack him upside the head. “You can’t really be this stupid.”

Jake is pretty sure he isn’t but he’s also kind of thinks he might be having a stroke.

“Always thought you guys were so boring,” he says dumbly, mouth agape.

Phoenix sighs, like she can’t comprehend how she ended up surrounded by so little intelligence, leaning over again to close Jake’s jaw. “Don’t mind him, up until two minutes ago he thought you and Rooster only banged in missionary.”

You blink.

You can’t believe that just came out of her mouth so casually.

You’re going to kill Rooster for not being here to endure this with you.

“Why…have you been speculating about how Rooster and I fuck?” You ask finally, slowly, pretty sure you don’t want to know the answer. Lack of self-preservation makes you ask anyways.

“Well, there had to be some sort of explanation for why it’s so easy for you to rile him up,” Jake declares, voice going a little high.

Huh.

Terrible logic but you suppose that could’ve been worse.

Still. This is a discussion you have negative interest in having. In public. With all your friends right here. With Hangman, of all people.

“Can we talk about something else? Like, literally anything else?” You don't want to beg, but this entire conversation is making your leg twitch.

“Nope,” Payback answers immediately. “We need more information.”

“We have questions,” Fanboy concurs.

You want to crawl under the table.

“I have questions too,” you shoot back instead, figuring you'll try going on the offensive. “Why do you guys want to know about our sex life? Because I’ve heard way too much from your girlfriends and I now have to live with that horrifying knowledge for the rest of my life. Why would you want those details voluntarily?”

Phoenix hums in agreement and you’re overwhelmed with the urge to hug her.

“Is that right, sweets?” Jake grins, clearly having recovered somewhat.

“Not you, Jake," you shoot back. "Thank God you haven’t dated anyone long enough for me to become friends with her.”

You studiously do not mention that he’s probably the only one you might welcome salacious details about.

“Because the rest of us aren’t having threesomes,” Payback adds, ignoring the blonde. “We’re jealous.”

You cough, averting eye contact. “Well, some of you are.”

They’re all staring at you again and you shrug. “Look, Bob fucks, not my fault the rest of you don’t.”

Jake has hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete on his temporary recovery, chunked the laptop that operates his brain out the window, and is now definitely having a stroke.

“You…and Bob?”

You scrub your hand across your face, not sure how much more of this high-pitched Hangman you can handle tonight. It’s making you edgy. “Not with me. Keep it together, pretty boy.”

Normally, you’d rejoice in the slight pink tinge gracing Jake’s cheekbones when you call him pretty boy, in one upping Hangman for a second, even if you’re the only one that notices. Tonight, it only scatters anxiety through your bloodstream.

At this point you decide to just get up and leave the table. It’s probably for the best.

“Are you gonna make it?” Phoenix asks Jake after you’ve made your way to the bar.

“No,” he answers petulantly.

•••

Hangman looks decidedly more like his usual self lounging across from you and Rooster in the booth you've taken to hiding in and you're silently thanking the whiskey he's switched to for it.

He's a pain in the ass, sure, but when he's not bantering with you, you're not even sure what to do with him. Shrill is not a word you thought you'd ever have to use to describe him, you're practically trembling at the memory of it.

All that means you're smiling, a little wicked, while you lean into the warmth of Rooster’s body. “Don’t worry, Hang, no one expects you to have a threesome unless it’s with two other girls.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head and you bite back a snicker. Direct hit. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

When you’re pretty sure you’re not going to laugh directly in his face, you wave your hand dismissively, hoping the wild hand gesture captures Jake’s whole air. “You know, on account of your whole aggressively heterosexual, toxically masculine, ‘I’m God’s gift to women’ thing.”

Only Hangman is shameless enough to be offended at something so obvious. “I’m not aggressively heterosexual.”

“Twenty bucks your tongue is down some poor girls throat by the end of the night.”

“That’s called having game,” he retorts. “I’ll have you know I’m a very enlightened man. Good to know you pay so much attention to my conquests though, sweets.”

He winks and you immediately wonder why you were grateful for his mood shift.

“Conquests, seriously?” You fight back a gag. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Jake.”

You hope the use of his real name emphasizes your disappointment in him.

Rooster’s gaze is flitting back and forth between you two like he’s watching a tennis match, expression calculating. “I don’t know that I feel like calling Ashley tonight.”

Both of your mouths snap shut when you register what he just said.

Where did that come from?

“Well, that figures, little bird. I’m surprised you knew what to do with both of them the first time around.” Hangman grins around his glass before taking another sip of whiskey.

Rooster rolls his eyes, but otherwise waves off the dig. “I just think there’s something else princess might enjoy a little more.”

You immediately feel heat rising to your cheeks. That explains his abrupt timing.

“Rooster,” you manage to grit out, warning in your tone as you tighten your fingers on his thigh.

He ignores you, because he knows you. Knows what you secretly want, what you’re too embarrassed to say out loud, too proud to admit. If you weren't so busy being uncomfortable you'd have warmth spreading through your chest at the knowledge that he just wants to take care of you, give you what you need.

Rooster runs his hand up your bare thigh, playing with the hem of your dress, and it sends a jolt of electricity through you before immediately blowing a fuse in your willpower.

“Come on, baby," he murmurs. "Don’t you want to tell him what we talked about the other day? After the beach?”

Crimson is painting itself across your cheekbones, you’re sure of it.

Recognition crosses Hangman’s face and he clears his throat, which is suddenly dry.

“Talk about me a lot while you’re fucking your girl, Bradshaw?” He taunts, but there’s something thick in his voice, something rapidly glazing over his bright eyes.

“Rooster,” you say again, but this time it comes out a little whinier, a little more abashed.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Rooster soothes you, gentle and doting, because he always knows how to make you melt like butter. “I see how he looks at you.”

Hangman fiddles with the rim of his rocks glass, but he doesn’t deny it.

If you were more present in this moment, if you weren’t so distracted by the need suddenly, insistently thrumming through your body, by Rooster’s hand burning on your thigh; you might be amused at this role reversal, Rooster calm, collected and bordering on cocky, while Hangman shifts across from you, curiosity making him jumpy in his seat.

Rooster’s mustache tickles your cheek as he runs his mouth across you, mouth moving to latch onto the sensitive spot below your ear. Your lips part of their own accord as you feel him move his hand under the skirt of your dress, brushing his knuckles against where you’re already soaking through your panties.

Meeting the green eyes across from you feels hot like burning and you tuck your face into Rooster’s neck to hide from it, biting your lip to keep from letting out the truly obscene noise that’s bubbling in your chest. “Can we please go home, babe?”

He chuckles, hooking a finger under your chin so you’re forced to meet his gaze, tilting his head in the direction of the man across from you. “That depends. Are you gonna be a good girl for him, baby?”

Well, Rooster certainly isn't waiting patiently on his perch tonight then, is he?

Your breath hitches, everything in your body going still for a moment when you hear him, before words come tumbling out of your mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, I promise, Bradley, please,” you whine softly, fingers gripping the edge of his open shirt, looking for something, anything to keep you grounded.

“Jesus,” you hear faintly from the other side of the table. When you look up you catch Jake’s eyes, pupils blown so wide they’re practically black.

Your boyfriend’s lips twitch upwards, but he’s not looking at you. Instead, he’s turned towards the blonde, while his fingers continue running up and down your clothed slit. “Gorgeous like this, isn’t she?”

“Christ, Bradshaw. Understatement of the year. What a nice surprise this is.”

“Only gets better the more you tease her,” he promises.

“I’m right here,” you protest, narrowing your eyes at the two men. You’re aiming for annoyed but you’re pretty sure the words come out petulant instead. If you were standing you might even stomp your foot.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Are you feeling a little ignored?” Bradley coos with a quick peck to your cheek, hint of condescension in his tone.

Jake shoots you a wicked grin, mischief lighting up his face. “Should’ve known you’d be a fuckin’ brat.”

“Bratty girls don’t deserve to get what they want, do they?” Bradley asks Jake, but his eyes are on you.

You pout, looking up at him and trying to look as cute as possible, hoping an innocent expression might get you out of this little predicament.

It usually works on Bradley, but Jake just snickers from his side of the booth.

“No, they don’t. Not sure they deserve to wear panties either.”

“The man makes a good point,” Bradley agrees, tearing his attention from your imploring eyes.

Distantly, you’re glad he’s angled his body to block you from the rest of the bar, because Bradley is working baby blue lace down your hips, lifting you slightly in the process, before settling you back down with your feet in Jake’s lap under the table.

Jake sends a cheeky wink your direction as his hand runs up the inside of your leg, squeezing your calf, then thigh in a way that could really only be described as affectionate, which sends shivers down your body right to your core. He pulls your panties the rest of the way down, letting you catch a glimpse of his fingers running over them before he puts them in his pocket.

“Drenched those, didn’t you darlin’?” He drawls, as he stares you dead in the eyes and licks your slick from his fingers.

Your mouth drops open of its own accord and before you even have a chance to recover you feel fingers pressing against your bundle of nerves. Thankfully, Bradley kisses you a moment later, swallowing the moan that leaves your lips. “Shh, we don’t want everyone to hear, do we?”

“Fuck, she’d probably like that, wouldn't she?”

You blink slowly, eyes struggling to focus as they move between the two men.

Bradley smirks. “Poor baby, lost your words already?”

Your brain has been wiped clean so you can only mewl quietly in response.

“Think she might be obedient enough to go, now,” Jake offers.

You’re pretty sure you look drunk as you stumble outside, Bradley supporting you with an arm around your waist, nearly carrying you out.

When you reach the car, he turns to deposit you into the other man's arms. “Just don’t let her come till we get home, yeah?”

Jake grins. “Sure thing, Bradshaw.”

The moment you’re in the back of the Bronco Jake is all over you, pulling you in for a rough kiss.

He manhandles you onto his lap, pulling your back against his front as his hand slides up to your jaw, forcing your attention to Bradley in the driver’s seat.

You meet Bradley’s stare in the rearview mirror, and he grins, clearly enjoying how debauched you look in Jake’s lap, as much as he can while driving, anyways. Your mouth parts as Jake trails his down the side of your neck, across your shoulder, leaving red bite marks as he goes.

You’re thinking about how powerful Jake looks behind you, completely unbothered by your boyfriend’s eyes constantly darting from the road to the mirror to watch you both, when his hand slides underneath your dress, bunching it up and out of his way, leaving you bare against his pants.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, fingers flicking expertly at your entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but blush, head ducking down as you focus on the wispy material of your dress falling haphazardly off your chest, breaking your gaze from the front of the car.

“Jake,” you whimper, grinding back onto his lap.

He clucks a noise of disapproval and your stomach rolls unpleasantly at the idea that you’ve disappointed him already. “Let him watch your pretty mouth moan my name, sugar.”

You snap your head back up at his words, rushing to comply, rushing to be good, only to meet cheeky, dark eyes in the mirror. Your mouth drops open as Jake eases a finger into you, gaze fixed on Bradley as heat washes over you.

Jake adds another finger, and then twists, while his thumb rubs insistent figure eights along your aching clit. If you had any sense, you might be bashful at how your legs are already shaking where they’re bracketed around his.

You vaguely remember Bradley’s instructions before getting in the car, but you can’t help the pleading falling from your lips anyways.

“Wanna come, Jake, please, please, need it,” you whine, squirming in his lap, on his fingers, against the bruising hold his other hand has on your hip. You can’t get comfortable, can’t stop moving, it’s not enough, you need more.

He chuckles, the sound mocking, bordering on mean, and you can’t help but shudder at the way it shoots heat right through you.

“I could let you come all over my fingers,” he muses languidly, pressing slow circles on your clit, like you have all the time in the world in the back of Bradley’s bronco. The yes, please, is on the tip of your tongue when he continues, words hot in your ear. “Or I could edge you with my mouth until you cry.”

You and Bradley suck in simultaneous sharp breaths at Jake’s words and you can practically feel the amusement radiating from him.

“Sweetheart, you gonna tell me what you want?”

You’re biting your lip to keep the obscene noises threatening to tear from you muffled, teeth so tight on your swollen lip you’re surprised you haven’t drawn blood.

His fingers still after a few torturous seconds of you attempting to remember how to make decisions. You could do that, at one point in your life, you think.

“Asked you a question.”

Frustrated, your eyebrows knit together as you try to form words. “Jake.”

He grazes his teeth across your neck, and you can feel that infamous smirk against your skin. “As pretty as you sound saying it, my name is not the answer.”

“I…fuck, Jake, I don’t—” you mewl brokenly, hands going to his arms, pushing, gripping, hoping you can get him to move again, give you what you need.

“Seem to remember you promising you’d be good for me.” Jake continues, as if you haven’t spoken at all and there’s a steely edge in his tone that sends another wave of heat straight to your core.

“Sorry, sorry, Jake please, sorry, can be, I swear,” you babble. Your voice sounds foreign to you, high and whiny like it might crack and break if you don’t get his approval.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want, then.”

You’re flushing with embarrassment at this, you know what you want, but it doesn’t make your cheeks flame any less to have to admit it. “Your mouth, please, Jake need your mouth on me…”

“Good choice, darlin’,” he murmurs, lifting you up and laying you down on your back as he bends to put your legs over his shoulders, kneeling impossibly in the backseat. “Knew a slutty little thing like you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were wrecked.”

He must be really flexible, you think helplessly, before his tongue licks a stripe up your slit and drives every other remaining thought from your body.

He works those thick fingers into you again, curling them at the same time he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

Your back arches involuntarily, stars suddenly dancing across your vision. Worked up as you are he brings you to the edge quickly, and you stupidly think he might actually let you go over.

Just as your whines are hitting their crescendo, just when you’re so close you can practically taste it—he pulls back, mouth suddenly moving down your hip, away from where you want him, fingers retreating to leave you clenching around nothing. The noise you make in response is obscenely close to a wail, bringing tears to your eyes.

You blink them back hard, determined not to let Jake win so quickly.

He nips the inside of your thigh, making you spasm in surprise. As soon as you’ve come down from the sheer disappointment and not a second later, he’s back on you, lips and fingers working determinedly to wind you up again.

Jake continues his little routine, one, two, three more times until you’re sobbing, unable to hold the tears back as they leak from the corners of your eyes. Your hands are tight in his hair, trying to keep his mouth on you, terrified of him stopping and leaving you frustrated and aching again.

Hazily, you’re aware that the car isn’t moving anymore, that if you turn your head a little to the left you can see Bradley biting his lips and white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes fixed on you in the mirror still. That there’s nonsense pouring from your mouth in between the cries, as you writhe against Jake’s face, I need, Jake please, please, I can’t, Jakejakejake, I—

“You can let go for him, baby.” You hear Bradley’s deep voice cutting through the fog in your mind.

His words tingle across your skin, at the tip of every nerve ending, as your muscles start contracting, giving in to what you’ve been begging for since you got in the car. It crashes into you, an avalanche rumbling through your body, back arching in a moment of pure perfection. And all that’s left is a glowing, fuzzy feeling, warmth spreading through your chest like you just finished a shot of whiskey.

“Jesus,” Jake whispers as you come down, mouth trailing softly up your stomach, your chest and across your jaw, to brush your lips. “Fuck, sweetheart, such a good girl for me.” His words are muffled as you taste the tang of yourself on his mouth and wrecked as you are you still preen at his praise.

The driver’s side door opens and shuts with a definitive thud, pulling you and Jake out of your stupor. He gives you one last peck before dragging your dress back down, although you suffer from no misconceptions that it’ll help you look any less debauched.

You let yourself be tugged out of the car and into Jake’s arms, limbs leaden and slow on your way to your front door as your brain catches up with your body. You list against him, eyes fluttering closed as Bradley digs around for his keys. Once he opens the door he turns to you, smirking at the dazed expression washed over your features, the lazy blinks as you try to focus your eyes.

“Aw, baby, you can’t be tired already,” Bradley coos, reaching up to hold your face and affectionately running his thumbs over your cheekbones, wiping away any errant tears. “We’re just getting started.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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Hii! Here I am with my rambles again lol, and too much talking 😅

Can I please request a Tangerine x fem!civilian/innocent!reader where where while on the Bullet Train, Y/n gets pulled into the mess of the Assassins when Ladybug made the mistake of hiding the case under her seat (she didn’t notice because she was asleep), and when she woke up and found it, she was confused (because it’s not hers), so she picks it up to return it to where all the luggage is, but unfortunately pretty much every assassin aboard the train saw her with it and now thinks she’s involved… A terrified Y/n pretty much stumbling over her own feet to get away from the various assassins. She’s pretty much running on adrenaline until she’s confronted by the Twins… She starts crying at first, insisting she has no clue what’s going on (though at first they don’t believe her, Lemon especially being skeptical since he could see through the Prince’s act), until the poor girl literally starts having a panic attack… After that she’s now under the protection of them both (Y/n feeling safe, and clinging to Tan). She’s with Tangerine when he confronts the Prince, and when Ladybug and Tan are fighting for the gun, Y/n pushes him out of the way before he gets shot, so the bullet hits her instead (but she lives)🥺 Tangerine and Lemon rushing her to their safe house (probably mansion), and save her life… Y/n waking up in a fancy bedroom with Tan by her side, him hugging her tightly and they kiss🥺

hii sweet!! love it! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep, but one thing you did know; your neck was killing. You had fallen asleep with your head resting on your shoulder at a crooked angle. Desperately shaking your shoulders to relieve the ache while you wiped the sleep from your eyes. Gazing out the window to figure out how far away you were from your stop. Stretching yourself straight, extending and twisting your ankles until they bump something under the seat. Reaching your hand underneath, you pull out a silver briefcase, looking at it inquisitively, trying to decide what to do with it.

Sitting yourself up, sleepily walking yourself through the carriage to place the case in the luggage area. But once you turn around, you see a group of angry people staring at you through the opposite carriage. Slowly slipping yourself away, ducking behind the door to avoid bringing attention to yourself. Walking down the aisle you came from in a normal manner, but when you hear footsteps trail behind, you speed up. Briskly walking through the carriage, out the door and into the next. Power walking through, running on pure adrenaline, trying your hardest to escape their incessant steps. Hearing more commotion come from behind, you start to run. Darting through the aisles until you bump into two men blocking the doorway.

“I’m so sorry.” You gush apologetically, avoiding their gaze, trying to get away.

“Watch where you’re going, yeah?” The taller guy frowns, looking down at you.

“I’m really sorry- I didn’t see. Excuse me.” You say quietly, attempting to squeeze past to continue running.

“I don’t think so.” He mumbles, gently tugging you into the toilets with his friend.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes with your hands up to symbolise your innocence.

“Why you running?” The other guy says, barricading the door to stop you from leaving.

“People were chasing me.” You whispered staring at the floor.

“What did they want?” The moustache man asks, trying to find your eyes.

“I don’t know.” You quietly sob, rapidly shaking your head. “I don’t know- I put something back-“ you softly choke, immediately feeling yourself heat up. “I don’t know-“

“What did you put back?” He questions again, staring at you attentively.

“A-“ you start, cutting yourself to inhale heavily. Shaking and flapping your hands by your side to distract yourself from your chest that felt as though it was caving in.

“Lem, wait outside and block the door.” He instructs. “That’s my brother, by the way.”

That was when the fear settled, why did he want to get rid of his brother? What was he going to do?

Once the door was shut, he turns to look at you, watching over you with worried eyes.

“Hey- hey, it’s okay. Take a breath, yeah?” He says softly, holding either side of your shoulders. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Wryly grinning at you.

For some bizarre reason you felt as though you could trust this stranger, and with that, you immediately started to calm down. It could’ve gone worse, so you were glad he was able to help when he did.

“What did you put back?” He asks warmly with soft eyes.

“A case.” You whisper.

“Was it silver?” He questions, ears tugging back with intrigue.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, where’d you put it?” He asks hesitantly, not wanting to distress you further.

“In the luggage area- a few cars back.” Pointing to the left.

“Thank you, love. Come on… call me Tangerine.” He sweetly gestures, extending a hand for you to follow. He leads you out of the toilet, hiding and protecting you against the wall so that you couldn’t be seen.

You stand beside him as he walks you through the carriages to find his brother. Instinctively linking your arm into his, clinging to his side when you hear passengers talking from behind.

“It’s okay.” Softly brushing over your hand to ease you, gently squeezing it as he leads you into the blue LED-lit car.

At the end of the carriage, you see one of the people who were chasing you. Quietly mumbling to yourself and gripping his hand tighter. “It’s her.” You muttered.

He squeezes your hand once to tell you that he heard you. Pulling you behind him so he could protect you from the front.

“Oi! You, I know you.” He points to the girl.

“I’m so happy to see you, please help me.” She pleads, quivering as she steps forward. “There was this man…”

Instead, he pulls his gun from his holster behind him, angling the barrel towards the girl.

“Oh my god, please mister, help me!” She loudly exclaims to a man who bustled his way in.

The guy wrestles Tangerine to release his grip from the gun. Without thinking, you insert yourself between the two, separating them before a loud bang rings in your ear.

Tangerine stares at you with fearful eyes, his face full of worry. “Why did you do that?” He whispers, immediately clutching your shoulder to apply pressure. Tan’s brother rushes in once he hears the gunshot, fighting off his old acquaintance to clear the space for you. Tan gently holds you under your armpits to lower you to the floor. “Are- are you okay?” He mumbles, cupping your shoulder to stop the excessive bleeding.

“I don’t like blood.” You mutter, looking up at Tangerine.

“Lem, arrange a car.” He sternly instructs his brother. “Don’t look at it- look at me?” He says sweetly, angling your face upwards. “Keep your pretty eyes open, for me, yeah?” He added, his tone growing increasingly more distressed.

You awake in an unfamiliar room with sharp pains throbbing through your arm and chest. Softly groaning when you look at your bandaged torso.

“Oh, thank fuck.” A quiet voice mutters beside you.

Slowly turning your eyes to follow the voice, you see Tangerine hunched over with his elbows on his knees. “How you feeling?” He warmly questions, propping himself away from the chair to check you over.

“Rough.” You grumble, making a poor attempt at a laugh, immediately wincing at the sensation.

“You saved my life.” He grins, gazing over your sweet features.

“You saved mine first.” You smile with your eyes, unable to move anything else.

“That was really silly.” He warned, cupping your cheeks. “Really fucking silly.”

He leans into to place a long gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking the stray strands of hair behind your ear.

It didn’t feel strange or unnerving, it felt right. It felt comfortable. Itching your head back into the pillow, lifting your chin up to urge him to kiss your lips instead. He searches your eyes for permission, to which you instantly nod. Gently lifting your jaw to brush his lips over yours, softly working over them and lingering for a couple of moments before parting.

Tangerine drags the armchair closer to the bed, sitting at the edge of his seat to stroke over your hair, easing back to sleep. “I never got your name.” He says quietly.

Whispering your name with a smile before your eyes flutter shut.

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cicimunson · 2 years

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How Steve Got His Groove Back

Summary: Season 3 Steve has lost his mojo, but with a little help from you, he might get it back.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader

Other Characters: Robin Buckley, random girls at the mall

Warnings: Reader is insecure, Steve is insecure, a whole lotta dirty smut in this one, reader is kinda bullied.

Word Count: 3k+

Part 2

“Ahoy ladies, didn’t see you there!”

You almost jump back, startled by the loud voice of the man behind the counter.

The girls in front of you exchange amused glances.

He continues. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of my flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington.”

You feel second-hand embarrassment for the guy. Sure, he’s cute, but cute doesn’t make up for that ridiculous outfit he’s wearing or how awkward he is.

The girls walk away laughing and you step up to the counter. “Is Robin here?”

He nods and jerks his thumb to the back.

You can’t help but notice that he doesn’t try any of his cheesy lines on you.

Probably not his type, those girls were thin and gorgeous.

You duck into the backroom.

“Robin, who’s the hot dingus working up front?”

She snorts. “Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins High.”

“Wow, how the mighty have fallen.”

The windows to the front pop open and Steve sticks his head in.

“I can hear you, you know.”

You and Robin laugh. “Oh, we know.”

“Thanks for calling me hot, by the way.” He offers you his hand.

“Hey, I just call it like I see it. If you look past the sailor suit and the general awkwardness surrounding you, you’re pretty good-looking.” You shake his hand. “Y/N.”

“Steve.”

“So I’ve heard.” You turn back to Robin. “We still hanging out after your shift?”

She nods. “Definitely. I need pizza and horror movies, stat.”

You glance over at Steve. “You can come too, dreamboat, if you don’t have a hot date or anything.”

Robin snorts.

Steve tries to look casual and fails miserably, propping on his elbow and almost hitting his head on the counter when it slips.

“Um, yeah, sure, I can move around my plans.”

“Don’t do us any favors.” Robin mumbles under her breath.

You wait until Steve is out of earshot to give her a scolding look. “Robin, be nice. I feel bad for him. He’s obviously lost his mojo.”

You gesture to her erase board. “That him striking out?”

She nods and giggles. “He’s flopped every time.”

You turn and watch him trying to flirt with yet another customer, dropping her change and almost spilling her sundae.

“What’s wrong with him?” You ask under your breath.

“His girlfriend dumped him and he’s having a breakdown.” Robin replies.

“That explains it.”

“I’ll meet you out front in a bit, okay?”

You nod and gesture toward Steve. “Don’t forget to bring dingus.”

__________

A few hours later you’re all sprawled in your living room, the Exorcist playing while you eat junk food and gossip. Robin is piled up on blankets and pillows on the floor, you’re laying on the couch, and Steve is sitting by your feet.

Robin starts to nod off halfway through the movie.

You take the opportunity to talk to Steve a little more.

You find out that you have similar taste in music and movies. To your surprise, the two of you talk for almost three hours straight, never running out of things to say.

“So, today was interesting, watching you crash and burn repeatedly. Like a train wreck, you just can’t look away.” You tease.

He scowls. “I’m a little off my game lately is all. I’ll make a comeback.”

“Not in that sailor outfit you won’t.” You giggle.

“It’s definitely not doing me any favors. Neither is the fact that I stink of loser.”

“Hmm?”

He sighs. “I didn’t get into college. My dad forced me to take this job. On top of that my girlfriend broke up with me for this dude I thought was a loser but turns out he’s actually okay, which makes me the jackass, I guess.”

“Sounds like it might.” You admit.

“Yeah, well, it’s been a tough year.” He rubs his face with both hands.

“You know what your problem is?” You ask.

“My life is a disaster?”

“Well yeah, but besides that. Your problem is that you actually believe what you’re saying. And you’re projecting it.”

He cocks his head to the side, looking confused. “Speak English.”

“You think you’re a loser, so you’re acting like a loser, and that’s all people can see.”

“Well how am I supposed to fix that?”

“Long-term? Therapy. Talk to you dad. Improve your thinking process.”

He grimaces. “Short-term?”

“Get laid. It’ll boost your confidence and you’ll feel better. People can tell when you haven’t had sex in awhile. It’s like a pheromone or something.”

He seems to be mulling over what you said.

You turn your attention back to the TV.

After a minute or so, you feel his hand on your leg.

You glance over at him.

“Do you wanna fuck me maybe?” He asks so casually, like he’s asking to borrow a pen.

“Oh, you’re funny. That sense of humor could work in your favor.”

“I’m being serious.”

You sit up to stare at him.

He shrugs. “I’m just saying. We could fuck.”

“I’m not really your type, Steve. Not sure how I would help your confidence. And I barely know you.”

He looks confused. “Not my type? Hot is my type. And who says we have to know each other to have sex?”

“My point still stands.”

“You don’t think you’re hot?”

“Not particularly.”

“Why not?”

You gesture to your body. “Not exactly the type of the girl you were flirting with at the mall.”

“I don’t have a specific type. I think lots of girls are hot.”

“Could have fooled me.”

He takes your hand and tugs you close, placing your fingers over his crotch.

“I’m hard as a rock just thinking about fucking you. You say I need to be more confident, right? Sounds like you need to take your own advice.”

You bite your lip and glance over at Robin, who’s snoring peacefully.

Am I really thinking about fucking him?

Steve squeezes your hand, making you grip his length. He moans slightly and flexes his hips. It’s so fucking sexy your breath catches.

Yeah, I’m gonna fuck him.

“Upstairs.” You take his hand and lead him to your room.

Steve wastes no time getting naked, clearly confident about his body. His lips crash into yours and he unbuttons your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders.

You both maneuver toward the bed and he reaches behind you, unhooking your bra with one hand effortlessly.

“Fuck, your tits look incredible.” He latches on to your nipple greedily.

You moan softly and tangle a hand in his hair.

He unbutton your pants and shoves them down, wasting no time sliding a hand into your panties and easing a finger inside you.

“You on birth control?”

“Mhm, pill.”

His lips fasten on the side of your neck. “Can I mark you?”

“Robin will see in the morning.”

“You embarrassed for people to know about this?”

“I just mean she might get upset that we snuck off to have sex.”

“Guess that’s a good point.” He looks disappointed.

Ugh, tugging on my damn heartstrings with that pouty face.

“Fuck it, mark me up.”

He grins happily and you giggle.

Your giggle turns into a low moan as he nips your skin and then starts sucking a red splotch.

“Mmm, feels good.”

He starts pumping his finger inside you. He twists his wrist slightly and uses his thumb to press on your clit.

“Ohhh, fuck.” You whimper.

“Wanna taste you.”

He starts kissing down your chest.

You pull his head back up. “No, it’s cool.”

“I want to.”

“Let me taste you instead.” You offer

You roll him on his back before he can protest. You don’t know how to explain that you don’t want him kissing down your belly because it’s not flat and has stretch marks. You don’t know how to say that you worry because you’re a bigger girl, you sweat down there more than other girls and he won’t like the way you taste.

He fists your hair as you take him into your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, you look gorgeous with your lips around my cock.”

You lick up and down his shaft. Steve pushes your head down a little further.

“Suck on my balls, please.” His voice is almost a whimper.

You take one in your mouth and suck. His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. You raise your head and take him back in your mouth.

Steve has to fight the urge not to hold you still and fuck your face. He’s never been so horny in his life. Your fucking curves, your thick thighs, how soft and pliant you are, it’s driving him fucking wild.

He pulls you off his dick and up the bed to give you a sloppy kiss, squeezing your thighs. “Wanna ride me?”

“Um, I don’t think so.”

He cock his head to the side and studies your face. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, I’m good to keep going. Did you want to stop?”

“Hell no. I’m about to bust.” He admits. He tugs your panties off and pulls you so that you’re straddling him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You murmur, a weak protest as you feel his cock rub against your pussy lips.

“Oh, you wanna be rough?”

This dingus.

“I mean, it’s not my usual style, but if you want to like spank me or something-”

“Jesus, Steve, I meant that I don’t want to crush you!” You squeak, blushing.

“Oh, my bad. I thought you were like, into something kinky. Wait, crush me?”

He grabs your waist and rolls his hips into you. “I can handle anything you wanna throw at me, babygirl.”

“I just meant-”

He rolls you on to your back.

“Enough. Let me tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna eat your pussy like it’s my last meal on earth. And when I’m satisfied with my meal, you’re gonna ride my dick like a good girl.”

You feel yourself getting wetter from his words.

“Enough putting yourself down. When I offered to fuck you, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I want you, got it?”

You nod.

“Say yes if you want this.”

“Yes, yes, I want this.”

“Now, wrap those thighs around my head and let me eat.”

He dives between your legs and starts lapping at your cunt greedily. You gasp.

His hands slide under your legs, urging them over his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, so wet. All this, for me?”

He mumbles between your thighs, his tongue flicking over your clit. He sucks it hard, making you buck your hips and groan. His mouth moves further down, and he shoves his tongue into your pussy, fucking your hole.

“Oh God, Steve, that’s so good. Fuck, so good!”

He rubs your clit with his fingers, his tongue swirling inside you.

Oh Jesus this man is a sex wizard. Those girls don’t know what they’re missing.

He takes his other hand and presses down on your lower belly. A jolt flashes through your body and you arch your back off the bed, fisting the sheets beneath you as you fight the urge to scream out in pleasure.

He uses the hand on your stomach to hold you still as you become a writhing panting mess beneath his skilled mouth.

You blink away tears as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had racks your body, leaving you breathless and whimpering.

Steve is falling apart between your legs. Your little moans, the way you taste, how responsive you are, it’s enough to make him insane. He’s whimpering himself, and rubbing his cock against your mattress, desperate for any friction as his precum leaks out on your sheets.

He wants you to cum again. He wants to taste you a little longer. His face being buried in your cunt is his favorite place in the world now, he decides, and he wants to make the most of it while he’s here.

He sucks your clit again, sliding two fingers inside you easily.

You gasp and roll your hips. “Steve, oh fuck, you’re still going?”

He mumbles against your clit and it sends pleasure shooting through you. His fingers pump inside you expertly, knowing exactly how to bend and where to press to send you flying over the edge again. It’s more intense this time, and you have to clap your hand over your mouth to keep from yelling as you cum for the second time. It feels like an out-of-body experience.

You start to come down from you high and realize that Steve is still eating your pussy. You whimper from how sensitive your clit is and gently push his head away.

He looks up at you with lust-blown pupils, his lips and chin wet. He looks fucking feral.

There he is. He’s got it now.

He grabs your waist and flips you on top of him effortlessly, slapping your ass.

You barely have time to get your balance before he’s pushing himself inside you. You slap your hands on his chest and groan as he wastes no time bottoming out in you.

“Fucking ride me, baby. Ride my cock.” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Let me see those tits bounce.”

You start at a slow pace but Steve isn’t having it. He sits up slightly, locks an arm around you, and drives his hips up into you.

“Harder.” He grunts in your ear. “Make it hurt a little.”

You rake your nails down his back and clench your pussy muscles around him.

He sinks his teeth into your tit, groaning your name against your skin.

“Fuck, Steve, don’t stop.”

He looks up at you, pouty pink lips begging to be kissed. You press your lips to his, locking into a heated kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Need this.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Need you.”

You moan. Something shifts between you. You aren’t sure when or how it happens, but you’re suddenly kissing him softly, his thrusts slowing down, becoming lazy and gentle.

His lips mold against yours. “Mmm, baby, just like that. Riding me like such a good girl.”

“Such a good girl for you.” You whimper.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” He pleads. “Wanna see you fall apart for me.”

His hand slips between the two of you and he rubs your clit.

You feel your body start to tighten again. You clench around him, burying your face in his shoulder. He grasps your chin and pulls your face up.

“No, baby. Wanna see it. Wanna watch you cum.”

“Please….Steve…so close.” Your thighs burn from riding him. You wanna stop but you speed up instead, chasing that third orgasm. Steve speeds up too, falling back into the bed and digging his heels into the mattress to push deeper into you.

You can’t help it. You cry out loudly, almost screaming his name as you cum again. He pulls you down for a kiss to quieten you, capturing your cries with his mouth.

His hips stutter, and he slams into you once more with a hoarse cry of his own, shooting his load deep inside you.

He rolls and tucks you into his side, kissing you once more.

“I may never let you out of this bed.” He murmurs into your hair.

You giggle. “As much fun as that sounds, I think Robin would have an aneurysm if she woke up and found us like this.”

“Yeah, I guess I should probably go. Just tell her I left after the movie.”

You feel a twinge of disappointment but ignore it as you both get dressed and you walk him out.

This was just to help him get his mojo back. It was a one time thing. Don’t read into it, don’t dwell on it.

He kisses your cheek. “I’ll see you.”

“See ya.” You echo. He’s out the door. You curl up on the couch and fall asleep almost instantly.

__________

You’re back at the mall a few days later, feeling nervous as you head into Scoops. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Steve. You were a little worried about seeing him today.

He’s standing by the counter, talking to some gorgeous blonde girl who looks like she’s never eaten ice cream a day in her life. You glance around for Robin. Assuming she’s in the back, you duck behind the counter.

Steve notices you out of the corner of his eye and stops mid-sentence.

“Y/N, hey!” He calls out, waving to you.

You wave back, plastering a friendly smile on your face.

He pats the blonde on the shoulder and hurries over to you.

“Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

“Mhm.”

“It is weird if I say I missed you?” He blushes.

You ignore his question and gesture to the girl. “Looks like you got your mojo back.”

“Yeah, all thanks to you. You’re the best.” He kisses your cheek.

No, I’m a fucking idiot.

Robin sticks her head out the window to the back. She takes one glance at your expression and instantly knows what’s going on. You hadn’t said anything, but she’d seen the hickeys on your neck and the stains on your sheets and instantly put two-and-two together.

“Well I won’t keep you from your blonde friend, will you let Robin know I’m waiting outside?”

He nods. “Do you want some ice cream before you go?”

You start to shake your head.

“Of course she does.” The blonde mutters.

Oh, what a bitch.

To your surprise, Steve levels a stare at her and cocks an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She looks flustered. “I mean, who doesn’t want ice cream? It’s so good.”

You cross your arms and glare at her. “I’m sure that’s what you meant.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Steve, smiling coyly. “So did you want my number?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

Her mouth drops open. “Really?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, really.”

She stalks off.

Steve turns back to you. “So, movie night tonight?”

“You didn’t have to do that, Steve. I wouldn’t have cared if you got her number.”

“Rude isn’t my type.”

“I’m rude.”

“I made an exception for you.” He winks.

You can’t help but giggle.

“So, tonight?” He asks hopefully.

“Movie night sounds great, actually. Robin, you in?”

She shakes her head. “No thanks, I have plans. But you two have fun.”

Steve turns out of Robin’s line of sight and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Oh, we will.”

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euaphora · 10 months

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AND I WONDER IF YOU KNOW.. | ft. Armin Arlet {part two!}

Folding your panties and bathing suit pieces, you notice a polka dot pair is gone. You shake it off , maybe you had forgot to put it in your dirty basket. You continue as you keep folding your belt-sized skirts and hum to the music playing from your AirPods.

First it was one pair, then it was another. You were so confused on why your panties kept disappearing. You had always taken extra good care of them, since they were so expensive. Usually being $40 a piece. You liked spoiling yourself from time to time when you could, so this really started pissing you off.

Instead of complaining to the people in charge, you wanted to find out who was behind this, who was stealing your panties. It would happen occasionally too. Even when you weren’t doing laundry. It would happen right in your own home. You had left a pair in the bathroom floor last night, coming back from practice you went straight to the showers. As you step in, you turn back and realize the ones you left yesterday were gone.

There was no way you were tripping. You started freaking out a bit because you didn’t even gone down to the laundry mat because you were completely exhausted last night.

A week later, the same thing happens. Maybe some girl liked them, that still didn’t give her any right. So you decided to catch her. She could go buy her own. You place your basket on top of the washer and you wait behind one of the big washers. Hearing footsteps, you quickly duck down and peak your head out.

A boy with blonde hair carefully walks inside and looks into your basket. Before even being able to confront him, he grabs them and puts them close to his nose, scrunching them. He takes a deep breathe and exhales. He smiles to himself and starts putting them inside his pocket.

“What do you think your doing? Are you the one that has been stealing my panties?” You say exiting you hiding spot. So it had been a boy? Even worse. He doesn’t turn around though. “I’m talking to you, perv! Aren’t you going to answer me?” You pull on him, he turns around and faces you now.

“Armin?!?” You say as your eyes widen and your hand flying to your mouth. The guy that had been tutoring you for a couple weeks now? There was no way. “I-I-I can explain I just..I don’t know how.” He looks down at your panties in his hand, ready for you to call him every name in the book. God, he was so embarrassed.

You cross your arms, waiting for a response. He doesn’t say anything though. You scoff at him in disgust and grab your panties from his hand. You place it on your basket and start heading out. You stop, turn around, reaching for the same ones he was holding. “Armin.” You say behind him. He slowly turns around, think you will laugh at him for being a pervert. Or for stealing from you. You grab his arm and put your panties back in his hand.

“I better get those other pairs back, you hear me?” You tell him with a strict voice. He rapidly shakes his head and smiles. You smile back and give him a quick kiss. “You could have just asked me during one of our tutoring sessions.”

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imtryingbuck · 8 months

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Strange stranger

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Strange stranger

Summary: A strange woman catches the attention of Bucky

Word count: 960

Warnings: A duck is killed but not descripted other than that nothing

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Day after day Bucky notices the woman who sits on the bench near the pond, she always has a little basket placed next to her, sometimes she swings her legs back and forth, sometimes she sits cross legged - just like today.

He finds her strange and ever so beautiful. Due to his super hearing, he can hear her talking to the ducks and swans then putting on a different voice when she answers herself. He will hear her sing ever so softly to herself sometimes. The strange stranger smiles at the strangers going past her, when she doesn’t receive one back she pulls a face at them, the faces she pulls always makes Bucky laugh.

Day after day Bucky’s curiosity about the strange girl grows more intense. And there’s this itch inside of him that wants to talk to her, but he doesn’t know how. Should he just go over and sit on the bench and hope she’ll talk to him? Should he just walk by her and say ‘hi’ - that should get the ball rolling right? It’s been roughly 6 months since he first saw her that sunshiny Tuesday morning. For 6 months he sees her everyday - unless he’s on a mission - and he yearns to talk to her, know her name.

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It’s been 8 days since he saw her, he’s been on a mission. A mission he wished didn’t take 8 long excruciating days, he found himself lost in his own thoughts just thinking about her - wondering about what conversation she’d be having with the ducks and swans, wondering how many people gave her a smile after she gave them one first.

On the ninth day he was up and out early already making his way to the park, he heads straight to where the pond and the strange girl sits. His heart stutters when he looks around the area and sees her usual bench empty.

“Looking for the girl?” A rough voice says from behind him - turning to see Malcom, another regular at the pond - when he nods, Malcom nods his head in the direction of the small wood area “She’s in there. It was a sad day for her yesterday.”

“W-what happened?”

“Something bad, just go over and see her. I’ll see you tomorrow my friend.”

Bucky nods and waves as his feet take him to the location where Malcom said she would be. As he makes his way through the bushes he sees the back of her, kneeling on the ground, he clears his throat making the woman on her knees turn her head.

“You scared me Mr leather” she shoots him a small sad smile. He hates it. The only smile he has ever seen on her beautiful face is the one of happiness.

“I’m sorry. And Mr leather?” His eyebrow cocks up.

“I don’t know your name and you’re always wearing that leather jacket” wiping the soil off her hands on her jeans “I didn’t know Malcom’s name for a very long time, so I called him Mr Moustache - you know because of his moustache?” Her hands gesturing to her mouth.

“Oh” oh really Bucky? “Malcom said something bad happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Something bad did happen Mr leather. I was here yesterday, and I was feeding the duckies and swans when this man came over who I’ve never seen before and grabbed one of the duckies and-and he killed him. Right in front of me. There was no need for it mr, no need. Mr Green didn’t deserve it he was so nice” The look of pure heartbreak is written all over her face, the tears that roll down her cheeks breaks his heart. How on earth anyone could harm or kill an innocent duck leaves him completely baffled. And the fact that she had named this duck made him angrier than he already was.

“And I haven’t seen you in a long time and i was sad because I thought you had gone to the other park that apparently is better than this one and then what happened to Mr Green and the police didn’t do anything because the man ran off and I just finished making the cross for Mr Greens grave, see. Malcom helped me dig the hole yesterday. Mr Green would have liked you to of been at his funeral but he would understand if you prefer the other park now” For 6 months he truly believed she never noticed him yet she had, she had given him a bizarre name but a name nonetheless, she was even sad about not seeing him for just over a week. She really thought he had gone to a different park and that’s why he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there’s to protect her and Mr Green from this sicko. He should have been there.

“Doll I am sorry I wasn’t there, I had to work. I’m so sorry about what happened to Mr Green, I should have been there to of stopped it” Stepping closer he knelt next to her to get a better look at the cross she had made “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for his funeral”.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t have to be sorry mr leat-“

“It’s Bucky, my names Bucky.”

“Bucky” hearing her trying his name makes his pulse quicken.

“I’m Y/n”

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Months have passed, the strange girl became a good friend of Bucky’s. Today like everyday for the past few months they’re sitting on the bench watching the ducklings play.

“Y/n I was wond-wondering if you maybe would like to go on a date…. with me?”

“I would love too.”

“Thankyou”

“Don’t need to thank me Mr Leather.”

“Ah funny”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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reminiscingtonight · 1 year

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Head Over Heels

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

[WOSO Masterlist]

Leah doesn’t mean to stare. Really, she doesn’t.

But when you lift the bottom of your shirt to wipe away the sweat on your forehead, Leah can’t help the way her eyes drift down to your abs. You’re all fit, most girls having well defined muscles themselves, but something about yours has Leah biting down on her lip, staring unabashedly as she helps collect loose balls around the field.

One of the girls shout at you, telling you to stop showing off your assets. The shirt stays in your hands, but you stop wiping at your face, confusion etched all over your expression. It’s sometimes cute how oblivious you are to your good looks and even better physique.

Leah’s still watching when it finally clicks for you, the embarrassed smile turning into a knowing smirk. When you start posing, playing to the hoots of your teammates, Leah stumbles over her feet.

And straight into Katie.

The Irish woman lets out an indignant cry when she drops the stack of cones she just spent the last couple minutes picking up. “Leah!”

Somehow it takes the two of them longer to pick up the spilled cones than Katie did by herself. The two of them keep pushing each other, their laughter and jokes making the process ten times longer. By the time Leah remembers what got her in this mess in the first place, she doesn’t know how much time has passed.

Leah raises her head to see you already looking her way. The second your eyes make contact, your smirk instantly fades into a shyer, more genuine smile again. Your hand raises in a half-wave greeting.

Leah ducks her head, a blush instantly spreading across her face.

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As much as Leah loves football, she always dreads weight training. Yes, it’s important to build muscle and keep up her strength, but damn is it tiring and damn does it allow her mind to drift to many places it definitely should not be drifting to.

Especially when you’re in view.

You’ve just switched positions with Lucy, the defender having just finished her own reps. Lucy helps you get the weight off the rack, keeping a careful hand on your back until she’s sure you’ve got your feet firmly planted.

And then you start squatting.

Leah has to fight the urge to groan. See, she would be fine if you were not checking your posture in the mirror or maybe just not standing right in front of her. But the problem simply lies in the fact that you are standing in front of her. And you are facing the mirror. Which means Leah’s getting an eyeful of your ass every time you go to squat.

Leah’s not sure how she’s going to survive conditioning today.

The music playing overhead on the speakers cycles through song after song. The entire time Leah just watches you go through the motions of your own exercises. It isn’t until there’s a strangled wheezing sounding off from next to her that Leah rips her eyes away from you and back to where they should have been all this time.

“Shit!” she hisses, quickly grabbing hold and racking Keira’s bar.

The first thing her best friend does is rub at her chest and hack out her lungs. Keira’s next act is to repeatedly whack at Leah’s thigh.

Leah squeaks in response, instantly recoiling from the hits.

“I cannot believe you risked my life to ogle (Y/N). She’s hot, I get it, but c’mon Leah.” Keira looks more amused than annoyed, but she still looks a bit annoyed nonetheless.

“Hey, be happy you don’t have to see this every week.” Beth chuckles from her spot next to the other two Lionesses. “Leah’s about ten times worse when exposed to (Y/N) lifting weights back with the Arsenal girls.” The blonde striker ignores the glare Leah throws her way.

“Let’s be honest, nothing’s worse than going to the beach with the two of them,” Keira jokes back.

Leah’s seconds away from strangling the two girls next to her when she notices movement from the corner of her eye.

She refocuses her attention back towards you… just as you make eye contact with her through the mirror.

Your eyes go wide at the same time Leah’s does. Your face burns a little bit when you realize she’s been watching you while hers does so for being caught.

Leah awkwardly scratches at the back of her neck, wondering how in the world she’s going to explain this away when your look of surprise quickly morphs into one of amusement.

And then you wink.

Leah jolts so suddenly that she slams into the weight rack, sending the loose weights crashing to the floor.

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Leah’s not sure why she thought taking a bunch of rowdy football players to a bowling alley was a good idea. But she did. And now here you all are.

Some of the younger girls are causing a ruckus near the bowling lanes, another half of the team scampered away into the arcade the second you walked in. You’re sitting quietly at one of the tables in the back with Lia, the two of you deep in conversation while Leah and another group of the girls grab some food for the rest of you.

She must’ve been staring too often, for she’s only just paid for the food when Caitlin starts poking fun at her.

“Earth to Leah, Lia and (Y/N) aren’t going anywhere,” the Australian snickers.

Caitlin’s observation catches Steph’s attention, the second Australian quickly jumping in on the fun. “If you stare any harder, you might burn the two of them into crisps.”

“The two of you are literally the worst,” Leah complains, face turning red from their teasing.

It’s rare to ever find a day when the team goes out and not have at least one of them make fun of the way Leah’s so obviously smitten with you. It always makes it all the more fun when you’re always oblivious to the way she stares or clumsily runs into things whenever you’re in her presence.

Good for Leah, she’s actually perfected tuning out most of the teasing. After all, you can’t really get far in life if you don’t have thick skin. It isn’t until both of the Australian’s eyes go wide, fixated right over her shoulder that Leah tunes back into the conversation. However, neither of them have a chance to say anything before Leah hears a familiar voice.

“What’cha guys laughing at?”

Startled, Leah turns around, accidentally knocking over one of the cans next to her in the process. She watches with horror as it drops towards the ground. She’s mentally imagining the amount of work she’ll have to do to clean it up when a hand darts in front of her.

You snatch the can out of the air before it can make contact with the ground.

“Hi,” Leah breathes out.

Your grin turns dopey. “Hi, babe. I think you dropped this.”

Leah blushes when you hand her the soda can.

“I’d wait a little bit before opening it.” You look over your shoulder mischievously. “Or give it to Katie.”

Caitlin lets out a bark of laughter at your suggestion. “I think she might kill you if you did that.”

Eventually the four of you move on to another topic of conversation, hoping to kill more time until the rest of the food arrives. You’re unusually silent, more than content to rest your chin on Leah’s shoulder, hands wrapped around her waist.

“Any reason why you’ve decided to come join us?” Leah hums during a lull in the conversation, relaxing against your arms.

“Just missed you.” You shrug as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

Caitlin fake gags. “You guys are disgustingly in love.”

“As if you don’t do the same with your own girlfriend,” Steph snorts. She gives you a fist bump when you hold your hand out for one.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” the forward grumbles.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving side now, isn’t it.” Leah tsks under the breath.

All she receives is a death glare, one she is quick to ignore.

When your food finally arrives, the two Australians are quick to depart. You and Leah take your time, carefully stacking the trays.

You probably could’ve grabbed some more, but you seem content with having one hand pressed against Leah’s back. There’s really no reason for such a touch, but Leah couldn’t find herself to complain.

Except for the fact that the feel of your hand is a little too distracting.

Leah doesn’t even make it past the first set of stairs without nearly face-planting. It’s only your arm dropping to hook Leah’s waist that stops her from meeting an untimely demise

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I think it’s cute when you stumble over your feet.” Your words are accompanied with a cheeky grin and a wink.

So okay, yes, Leah might be a klutz whenever you’re near her. And your friends might all tease her for never being able to stay on her two feet. But at the end of the day, Leah wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as you’re there to catch her, she wouldn’t mind falling for you every day.

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moongreenlight · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday except it's Thursday and I'm using this as an excuse to post something without the imaginary pressure of getting a full fic out. :D

800-ish word excerpt from my Ghoap x Reader nutcracker AU that I meant to finish around Christmas.

The orchestra has picked up about half a beat too fast and the conductor seems not to have noticed.

Too busy salivating at the legs of one of the snowflake girls a few spots to your left. His baton is getting lazy. Long, drawn out flicks and swishes like he’s casting spells instead of directing. Strange, you think. If anything they should be slowing down to match his tempo.

Maybe it’s the strings? They’re nipping into the winds and forcing the entire group forward. It throws off a girl in front of you. She’s younger by a handful of years. Doesn’t quite have the music- even at the right tempo- committed to memory. She drops her arm a full count too early. Even from behind you can hear her curse.

This seems to rouse him. He jerks his head back to center and starts flicking the tip of the baton back on beat. He’s a stern man. He’s got coal-black eyes that seem to house the staggering power to burn a hole straight through someone bone and all. You swear you can hear flesh crackling and sizzling as he casts his gaze out over the stage. It takes a moment, but he’s able to herd the group back onto a single track. Dancers and musicians alike.

Someone has either put too much or too little rosin on their shoes. It’s difficult to pinpoint, but there’s a terrible squeaking sound from somewhere on the stage that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Like nails on a chalkboard. It gets worse during the final round of turns.

And then, by some miracle, intermission. Big cloth curtains draw together. Kicking up dust and loose sparkles and large pieces of fake snow that adhere themselves to your skin. Kept snug in place by the sheen of sweat that collected under the brutal heat of the spotlights and the effort it took to dance for nearly forty minutes straight.

Imogene, the girl who’d just recently championed the superlative of biggest blunder to date, was now heavily crying into the arms of her older sister.

You relish the few moments you get to catch your breath before the mistress comes and begins to shoo you and the other girls offstage. She’s far more stern than the conductor. And unfortunately less handsome, though they share the same deep-set frown lines that cage their mouths. You catch her give a shaking Imogene a whack to the ear before you can duck backstage.

In your hurry to whip your head back around for fear of meeting the same fate, you run directly into someone’s back. You’re quick to hiss out an apology, but it’s drowned out by the sound of a man speaking terribly muddy French.

“- gorgeous. Even caught the orchestra’s attention.” (please pretend this is French I forgot to translate it and I'm too lazy rn)

The girl he’s talking to, Sophie, giggles and he sways slightly from her batting him in the chest.

“Excuse me.”

It comes out a bit more stiff than you mean it to. He doesn’t wait for Sophie to dismiss herself before turning around.

John MacTavish is one of the few men in the company, but even without such slim options, you feel he would still be a standout.

He’s not from France, though it’s not uncommon for members to have made pilgrimage to join such a prestigious group. His accent is horrible, any potential ruined by his upbringing somewhere in Scotland, though he earns himself a few points with native speakers for his enthusiasm.

He’s also granted the cushion of patience because of his undeniable good looks. He’s got great blue eyes that emote just as well as he does. Shining and laughing along with him like they’ve got personalities to match. He’s big. Tall and muscular, which -again- isn’t uncommon what with all the lifts and spins and acrobatics he does, but he packs on muscle in a way not many other male dancers have the capacity to do.

You’re sure it’s a nightmare to source costumes for him. He’s tore the back panel out of his jacket twice this season alone and you’re only about three-quarters of the way through.

He’s gorgeous and he knows it, which makes him insufferable. He’s charming and got fantastic whit, sure, but he’s perverse and a habitual letcher so it all seems to cancel out.

His great beauty makes him the popular option for most all of the company and the patrons of the opera house alike. It’s become a running joke that you’ve not really served your time unless you’ve had a go with John.

Your participation is left widely up to speculation.

“Sorry, hen.”

If he noticed your rigidity, he doesn’t bring it up. Instead he leans down and takes you by the wrists. Brings his face close to yours and plants a kiss on the right corner of your mouth.

“Jesus, John.”

You scramble away, much to his delight.

“Always forget if it’s right or left first.”

He’s snickering like he’s clever. It takes some legitimate effort to wrench your arms out of the manacles that are his hands.

“Funny.”

You say flatly as you shoulder past him, wiping at the corner of your mouth with the heel of your palm.

“I thought so.”

#moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #drabble #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #john soap mactavish #simon riley #ghoap #ghoap x reader #wip wednesday

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soliarus · 10 months

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Fangs and Claws pt 2

-long awaited (my bad), fluff, angst, fantasy world, vampires, werewolves, elves, ect ect... some enemies to lovers 🤭🤭🤭

: being sworn enemies really does cause some tension, could this said tension turn romantic??

Part One

words 3k

werewolf!momo x vampire!sana x gn!elf!reader

Living with both Momo and Sana has proven to be very challenging. Their species is at war, but it also appears that they are fighting a little one among themselves. Your furniture was too small for them; your sofas and chairs had them virtually squatting, and you were giggling inside every time one of them forgot to duck their heads under a doorway and hit their forehead.

But then again, they're enemies, so... Here you are sitting in between them with your arms crossed as the two girls wedge themselves closer to the couch’s arms, glaring at one another over your head.

“You guys can’t act like this forever,” you huff, eyeing the two, “make some conversation, get to know one another or something”. You look between them and see them look away from one another, Sana with a soft “hmph” and Momo with an annoyed scoff. You groan and leave the room, probably to go dust your room off, again.

Sana looks over at Momo, still looking away. She fiddles with her fingers slightly before hesitantly opening her mouth, “h–”

“don’t talk to me.”

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Not to mention they make anything—literally everything a competition.

Here, Y/N, let me get that for you.” Momo offers to move your chair back for you, before pushing it forward after you get comfortable, picking up the napkin before carefully tying it around your neck, and ruffling your hair as you whine, batting her hand away. Momo grinned triumphantly and moved to take a seat on her side of the table. Sana huffs at the interaction, jealousy coursing through her.

“Hey Y/N, let me fill up your plate.” Sana takes your plate and begins to fill it up with mashed potatoes, with a side of coleslaw, placing a nicely sliced piece of bread next to it. You thank them both with a blush, saying that they didn’t have to and that you’re more than capable of doing it yourself. Momo, of course, glares straight at the smug vampire.

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Momo and Sana found out very early on that you loved to clean. May it be washing your sheets, dusting the house, trimming the bushes, or sweeping the path leading to your front door, you loved to keep things neat and tidy. Today was one of those ‘cleaning’ days that you’d have often, and of course the two beasts were quick to offer help. You were in your room while you asked Sana to be in charge of the living room and Momo of the kitchen.

Sana saw Momo wiping down the cups, but she purposefully skips your favorite one, with reason of course, it was made of silver. All vampire weapons were made of silver because it was the most effective against werewolves. Sana whistles over to the kitchen as an idea arises in her mind.

“What are you doing here?” Momo aggressively asks, glaring at Sana.

Sana shrugs, a smirk on her face. “Am I not allowed to be in the kitchen? Just wanna see what you’re doing.” Her eyes trail to your favorite silver cup. Momo catches her eye.

“Don’t you dare!” Momo tries to stop her, but it’s too late.

“Oops!” And Sana bumps onto the counter, knocking the cup over the edge, and Momo leaps, her arms reaching to catch the cup. And she’s successful; the cup falls into her hands, and she bites her lips to hold back a whimper. She carefully sets the cup down on the floor and races towards the sink, placing her hands under the cold water. You come out of the room with a little maid’s apron tied around your waist and a cleaning cloth in your hand, asking about the sound, when you notice Momo holding back tears.

“Oh Momo,” You softly call for her, walking up to her to graze your hand over the burn before pulling back after seeing her wince, an obvious pout on her lips. “What happened?”

“Your cup fell,” Momo uttered, pointing at your cup lying on the ground with not a single scratch on it. You sigh, understanding what happened.

“Awww, Momo, I don’t care about the cup; you didn’t have to hurt yourself for that. Come come. Let's put some ointment on it and wrap it up. Sana, would you be a dear and finish up for Momo?” You softly usher her towards your room. Momo looks at Sana, sticking her tongue out with a smug look on her face, as Sana stares in shock. But as her eyes flicker down to Momo’s hand, she feels a twinge of guilt before brushing it away and picking up a cloth to finish wiping down the cups.

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And this one time, the three of you were outside, tending to your crops, which were safely secured inside a sturdy new fence both Momo and Sana had built for you. Sana and Momo, as per your request, were shortening some of the long grass that grew alongside your walls. You found them to be too tall and wanted them to be short enough to make it seem your cottage was neat and proper on the outside just as much as it was inside. Momo still had a bandage on her hand from the events of the day before, and she was filled with resentment.

This could be her chance to get back at Sana, and she wouldn’t dare miss it. Sana was behind your cottage; the shade casted on her to protect her from the sun. She is a vampire, after all; she wouldn’t want to burn. But Momo wanted Sana to feel the same pain she felt, so she came up with a quick game plan.

She remembers when Sana saw a spider crawling on your bathroom wall; the screech she let out still makes her laugh internally at her enemy's misery. She looks around and notices a beetle crawling on a leaf. She smirks before picking the small creature up. “perfect”, she mumbles to herself.

“Ohh, Sana, you won’t believe what I found.” Momo walks up to Sana with a smug look, her hands hiding behind her back.

“What is it, mutt?” Sana scoffed, setting down her pliers and walking over. Momo took the chance to throw the beetle at Sana; her face paled as the tiny beetle landed on her shoulder. She screeched, jumping away and slapping her shoulder before tripping over the same set of pliers she’d tossed onto the ground. She fell to the ground with a thud, and a bit of her face escaped the shade and became exposed to the sun. She yelped at the burning sensation, and you quickly came running, asking what happened.

“Oh no, Sana!” You sit her up against the shade, and Momo holds back her snickers as Sana throws her a hard glare, holding onto her head.

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“Okay, you two need to be careful; humans visit all the time, so act like one, and don’t do anything suspicious.” You talk about the market in town; every season, vendors from all over come over to sell their goods in the middle of town square, humans and elves alike, ranging from homemade fresh fruits and baked sweets to trinkets and fancy clothes from vast adventurers.

You gave both of them cloaks. Sana was definitely allergic to the sun; the bandage on her cheek was a clear sign, and wearing her armor would definitely reveal that she is, in fact, not a human. Momo’s amber eyes were a dead give away that she was a werewolf, and her stature... no human would be able to compete.

“By the way, town is like 5 miles from here. Any questions?” You look at the cloaked figures standing stiffly behind you. Both of them holding onto the handle of a large wooden wheelbarrow, “okay then, let’s get going!” You begin a brisk walk ahead of them as the two stumble behind you.

The town was bustling with life, creatures other than elves and humans roamed the streets. Creatures that Momo and Sana had never seen before like fairies, gnomes, wizards, and even a cyclops. They were astonished. Following you like lost puppies, you went from one stand to another, conversing with the sellers and buying food and little trinkets you found fascinating. Many suspicious looks were thrown at the two, but you worked it out by coming up with quick distractions.

As you make your way to one particular stand, the owner jumps for joy at the sight of you, saying, “Oh little Y/N! How have you been?” You’re brought into a hug by an elderly elf, “Never better, how have you been, Aunt Becky?”

The lady chuckles, “Oh, the same old life with the same old husband! Frank still likes to nag at every living thing that breathes in his direction!”, the woman scoffs, but her eyes catch the two mysterious figures behind you. “who are these two?” You stiffen at the question, “Uhhh, they're some human friends, yeah! They’re a little shy” You whisper the little bit at the end, Aunt Becky nods, suspiciously eyeing the two, before moving behind her stand.

“So I’ve got something just for you, little elf!” Your eyes light up, as you watch the older elf take out a box, “is it what I think it is?!” You practically squeal, clapping your hands in excitement. Sana and Momo tilt their heads to get a better view, wondering what it is that’s making you so excited? The box is opened, and you gasp, “oh my gosh, it’s a fully griffin feathered duster!” You pick it up and look at the duster in awe, “how much? I’ll get it now!” You run your hands through the tough feathers sighing at the feeling. Momo and Sana stand there shocked, they were expecting something else, not sure what but definitely something else.

“It’ll be three hundred silver coins.” Your jaw drops.

“What? No way! The-three hundred? C-c’mon Aunt Becky could you throw in a discount? I don't have that much!” The gray-haired elf shook her head,

“Sorry Y/N, I need to make a living! Giving out discounts won’t help me pay for food. Plus these are real griffin feathers we’re talkin’ ‘bout here! Three hundred is pretty cheap if you ask me!” You frown nodding, “maybe next time then” You sound defeated as you turn away, “let’s go to the tailor’s stand guys”

You needed the money to buy the two clothes but before you could step away Sana drops a tiny leather pouch onto the stand and Momo picks up the box. Sana takes your hand as Momo carefully sets the box into the wheelbarrow. Aunt Becky raises an eyebrow and opens the pouch and out spews coins not silver coins, but coins made of pure gold. And your jaw drops once again, “Where did you two…?” You were at a loss for words, as Sana holds your hand and walks towards the tailor’s stand that had been passed earlier, Momo scoffs as she watches you walk away with Sana, she tugs at the wheelbarrow, mumbling a quick “keep the change” before trudging forward to catch up with you two.

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You guys were loading everything onto the wheelbarrow and you were still surprised at how rich they are, “Where did you guys get the money? I mean gold coins! Gold! Coins! Those things are an elf’s dream! Like are you two actually secretly super rich? Man, gold coins are so coo-”

“And up we go” You gasp when Momo suddenly lifts you up and sets you into the wheelbarrow right on top of one of the bigger quilts you got for them.

“You sit there and be cute and ramble about cute stuff till we get back home” Sana ruffled your hair and gently tugs at your ear before going to the front with Momo.

“Uh- okay then!” And you continue to blabber about how cool Sana and Momo looked, and then proceeded to talk about your new one of a kind duster and how you love it so much and that you’re going to use it every single day. But the blabbering comes to a stop not even half way back to your little cottage.

The sudden silence causes Sana to turn around to check on you, she finds you fast asleep, napping on the same quilt you were set on, hugging your griffin-feather duster. She chuckles a bit before turning her head back to the front, “asleep…” she murmurs, Momo hums.

“Should we take a break?” Momo looks over at Sana confused, she then scowls, “do you think I’m tired? Because I’m not”

“No, no, not at all” Sana shakes her head, “Just wanted to take a break, you up for it?”

Momo looks into Sana’s eyes, they didn’t hold any bad intention, her scowl twitches before she looks away with a huff, “...fine”

The gentle breeze swept across her hair as Sana closed her eyes and leaned against the large boulder, a sigh leaving her lips.

“It’s peaceful here” Momo who’s sitting on top of the boulder tilts her head confused, “what I mean is…” Sana looks up at Momo with a soft smile,

“There’s no violence here. No blood shed, no war. I’m not paranoid about turning death’s corner here every second of every day. Don’t you agree?”

Momo clenches her fists, “I don’t want to go back… I don’t want to leave them” Her confession, although not a direct answer was enough and had Sana smiling.

“Me too”

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“Let’s set everything up tomorrow, the sun is beginning to set'' You yawn after the three of you unload everything onto your couch—not after you wipe everything down before bringing them inside. The two find you cute as you stretch and rub at the tiredness in your eyes.

“That’s a good idea, sweets. You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute” Sana rests her hand on her shoulder. Momo rests her hand on your lower back, looking down at you, “we’ll set up the bed, why don’t you go shower?��

You’re confused as to why neither of them tried to rip the other’s arm off you, but you’re too tired to question it.

The sound of running water is the only thing breaking the silence as Momo and Sana set up the normal sleeping arrangements, you sleep on the bed, only because the two feel nervous about breaking it. Both of them sleep on the floor, they layer some extra comforters and duvets you had laying around. You feel guilty always saying that their backs will ache in the morning because it’s not good for them, but they disagree. Momo finds your duvets much softer than the ones back in the barracks, and Sana can get lost in your scent after she switches pillows with you every other night before you could wash them. These nights with you have given them the best sleep of their lives, but that was after they learned not to be paranoid each night thinking the other was going to slice their throat in their sleep.

Sana yawns once she does her signature switch of the pillows, smelling your pillow and sighing. Momo notices the tiredness in Sana’s eyes, “I’ll shower after you” Sana perks up at the offer, “wait really! That’s a first, am I growing on you puppy?” Sana teases, a soft blush forms on Momo’s cheeks as she looks away, “just hop in the shower creep, you stink” Sana chuckles walking past you, into the bathroom you just came out of.

“Oh my Momo! Your face is red! Are you feeling okay? Are you sick? Gosh, you look misera-”

“I- I’m fine!”

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Momo lets out a yawn before she tucks herself in. You were peacefully asleep on your bed, still hugging that expensive duster like your life depended on it. Her hair slightly damp as she adjusts her position, she turns but her breath hitches once she comes face to face with a sleeping Sana. The way the moonlight shines on her face, her pale skin almost sparkling. Her hair laid out so gracefully, her eyes trailing from Sana’s lips to her nose, her cheeks, stopping at the bandage hiding the burnt skin that existed underneath. For some reason, her heart churns, not with satisfaction but with guilt.

She raises her hands up, her fingers gently grazing the spot. The longer she stares, the more the guilt begins to drown her. Her fingers trail with her eyes, from Sana’s bandage to her cheeks, her nose, and then to her lips. Then her hand is held by another, and Momo looks up and notices Sana’s red eyes staring right into hers, a smirk curling. It’s a blur for Momo, and she’s confused. She doesn’t know why she likes it, but she does. She likes the way Sana pushes her onto her back, how Sana straddles her, how Sana leans in, and how her breath fans against her ear.

"Momo,” Sana teases, “have you perhaps… taken a liking to me?” She smirks down at the werewolf, trailing her hands against her neck. Momo can feel her heartbeat, swallowing nothing before mumbling, “and... if I have?”

Sana smirks and bites her ear, Momo’s breath hitching, “then I’d know you feel the same.” Another blur, and Momo feels nibbles and kisses trail her face and down to her neck, but just as fast as they came, they disappeared. A sudden sound of something falling is heard from one side of the room—your side. Your prized duster lay on the floor as you looked at the two, gawking at what you just witnessed.

“No way. Am I- Am I dreaming?” You mumbled, a deep red blush covered your face and ran up to your ears and down your neck. Momo and Sana look at one another, slightly surprised, before smirking.

“Oh darling, we’ll make you feel like your dreaming, c’mere”

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