#I KNOW I FORGOT THE DAMN GLOVE OKAY
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This post blew up like a nuke so here are some celebratory doodles
#pokemon#reestallized drew this#reestal likes to draw#pokemon fanart#pokemon protagonist#reestalverse#(probably)#pokemon scarlet and violet#the hidden treasure of area zero#trainer florian#trainer juliana#rival kieran#rival penny#sneasel#pecharunt#I KNOW I FORGOT THE DAMN GLOVE OKAY
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whole damn world
summary: a night where jungkook and you just can't fall asleep. ensue the cutest night you've ever had, including karaoke, chicken, watching modern family and loving on your adorable son.
pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, fluff and fluff.
wc: 923 words (issa baby 🤕)
a/n: guess who's gonna drop this and then pull a jungkook :]
"you're just fake snoring now, it doesn't even help!"
"i counted 837 sheep, sprayed our pillow mist and even played the dreamy lofi playlist we made and it got over. i have to resort to other measures, sweetheart."
you gasp, sitting up and throwing off the comforter, suddenly running to the living room. jungkook's tired brain short circuits, glancing around the room to see if you running wasn't something he dreamt of.
"baby?" he throws on a tshirt and quickly follows after you, "why are you running? did we miss an episode or something?"
"you said we tried everything but you forgot one thing, silly!" your eyes look akin to those of a detective who's pieced a puzzle they've been chasing to solve, fingers rapidly flying over your keyboard. he watches you in amusement and adoration, settling behind you and wrapping his arms around you. his eyes match yours now when he finds you ordering chicken from his new favourite restaurant.
"damn," jungkook lets out, "soy garlic chicken supremacy, okay?" he says aggressively and cutely, you note, his furrowed eyebrows letting you know that he was finishing the box, even if the moon laid to rest and the sun came up to start its daily duties. you're absentmindedly tracing the clock tattoo on his upper arm, midnight chicken and beer getting you quiet and sentimental.
your human pillow notices the comfortable silence from you, starry eyes following gloria delgado's rant about how the men in her family don't talk to her. "can see and feel you staring, koo." you turn your head to his side, lips lifted up at his adoring attention, eyes still focused on the tv. jungkook removes his gloves, downing the last of his beer. he nuzzles your neck, taking your homey and comforting scent. he pulls you impossibly closer, scattering kisses on your neck, tracing up to your cheeks. your eyes finally fall on his, peeking through his long bangs. its at level 3 now, you remind him proudly everyday, tying tiny braids and squishing his cheeks for your weekly change of wallpaper.
"you wanna play with my hair, don't you?" jungkook reads your mind, smiling when you nod sheepishly, already taking out the silk scrunchie which was holding his hair back in a sprout. he sits in between your legs, settling in comfortably. this is one of your favourite activities, carding your fingers through his soft and silky hair, watching the curls bounce when you brush through them.
you have nothing particular bothering you today, watching him grab the remote and shift to youtube, pulling up the karaoke version of dreamers, "lemme put on a show, baby, just for you," he says sincerely, getting up and letting bam sit on your lap now. he waits for the song to start, laughing when he looks at you looking unbelievably small behind bam.
you both never fail to cheer him on, giving him song requests and watching bam run around him, keeping up with his intense choreography. jungkook dramatically falls on you, giggling at your open mouth, mind still stuck on his sudden cover of unholy. "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you punch his arm weakly, "you've had too much to drink tonight, honey," you retort back, laughing at your equally weak attempt to get him back. he straddles your lap, letting himself fall on you like a weighted blanket. and he's your favourite type, made of love and cosy comfort.
you look down on him, the beer chugging finally catching up with him, his droopy eyes catching yours. "hi, my love," he giggles, turning his head to find bam nosing him, "and hello, my bamie!" he sits up slightly so he could shower the pup with kisses, booping his brown nose with his finger.
you watch the interaction with endeared eyes, finding your day incomplete without seeing the both of them, happy and content. you weren't planning on crying tonight, it wasn't in today's plot of your unusual night and you certainly didn't expect tears to fall down like waterfalls down your cheeks when you hear jungkook say, "you both are part of the most important people in my life, never forget that, okay?"
you immediately lift your arm to cover your eyes, sniffling and crying like your husband just returned from war. said husband from war is on you in an instant, holding your face tenderly. "i didn't mean to make you cry," he says, leaning his forehead on yours and willing himself to not cry. "happy tears, koo, we're fine," you reassure him, pulling back to place a kiss on his lips. you push his hair back from his forehead, tying his hair in a loose ponytail. his eyes trace your feature with starry fondness, pulling your neck so you're looking at him again.
jungkook sighs, making you tilt your head to the side in curiosity. he kisses you tenderly, leaving another one on your forehead.
"bamie, house, it's late and i just remembered we have to go to the doc's, so sleepy time, okay?" he says firmly yet gently, giving the doberman a forehead kiss. he doesn't go until he gets his customary forehead pat from you, which you lovingly give him promptly.
"he knocked out quickly," jungkook says quietly, getting up and settling on the couch. he pulls you up so you're on his lap now, nosing his way to your neck and sighing in content. "he got that from me," you say, giggling when you get a playful glare and apologizing half-heartedly, squishing his cheeks in retaliation when he starts tickling you.
jungkook holds your waist, making you go still, "god," he breathes, "how is it that when i look at you, i see the whole damn world?"
pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @jinsquishes ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference ; @indgio ; @jjkeverlast ; @parkdatjimin ; @yoogijk ; @starlight-1010
#jungkook x reader#jungkook fluff#jungkook fanfic#jungkook oneshot#jungkook imagine#jungkook fluff fanfic#jungkook scenarios#bts jungkook#bts jungkook x reader#bts fluff#bts fanfic#bts oneshot#bts imagine#lessgo i finally wrote smth#pat on my back for writing this#and finishing one semester how did i do that#okay bye <3#mwah ily
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if you saw the other one no you didn't
someone's John dory ask got eaten and I can't find my previous draft on it 😔
A/N -> I'll be starting school soon again so I won't be able to write as many fanfics as right now, but still send it requests! I just won't be able to publish them as fast as before 😅
but anyways (this is way longer than my last one damn)
John dory x reader headcanons
okay let's get one thing straight
this man has been in the wild for over idk how many years
he probably is secretly touch starved
and he's probably really bad at flirting
let's say this is after the events of TBT, so he's back in society again (probably)
hes bumped into you a few times and during those few times it was just some small talk here and there
but then when he bumped into you again he decided to flirt
with a terrible pick up line
after he said that he gave a look that was like "Yep, still got it"
he does not got it
you just looked at him, looked away and snorted
he thinks it's working
it might be
without him asking, you gave him your number on a peice of paper
there was a small not under the number (yall choose idk what to put) with a small heart at the end
(ur stinky but funny ❤️) (I sorry I had to😭😭)
he didn't read the note, he js put it on his wall in a frame
he was the first to text you
just a simple "Hi this is John dory"
and you know how some people type something but not send it?
he did that
"PLEASE PLEASE DATE ME 🙏🙏" then he deleted it to respond 'normally' to your text
after a few weeks of talking to each other you were the first to ask if he wanted to go on a date
he probably has never responded so fast to someone on his life
I js had to add this but he probably lost his other glove bc Rhonda ate it
anyways back on track
the first date you two went on was at a small Cafe (idk I panicked😭)
you two talked about a hunch of stuff but then settled on the topic of bands
one of your favorite band was BroZone
his eyes visibly lit up at the word BroZone
asks a bunch on questions like "who's your favorite band member" or "what's you favorite song"
takes his SWEET TIME telling you he's THE John Dory from BroZone
so many questions from both him and you
but after that date he offers to walk you home
and that's also how he got your address
a few more dates later he's the one to make the first move
a small text saying to meet him up at the Cafe they had their first date in
hes already there looking a bit flustered
after you two sit down he asks if you want to date
and that's how yall start dating (I am so sleepy rn guys)
every now and then he would send small gifts to you like flowers, candies, anything that reminds him of you at almost any store he goes to
he likes compliments, both giving and receiving them
when he's spending the day at your place he likes to cuddle with you
or hold you in any way
hug, hand holding, any touch basically
LOVES when you kiss him
like pepper him with kisses and he's melting
grab a bucket and mop he's gone
when he first introduced you to his brothers they had many questions
when Poppy met you (probably through Branch)
you two both bonded over dating a member of brozone
as you and Poppy were fangirling over them JD just looked at you lovingly
like he almost forgot his brothers were there
he loves you too much
he also gets you free tickets and backstage passes to every single one of BroZone's concerts
you've never missed a single concert
and you have way to much merch (mostly JD's merch) (and it's signed with his signature)
I think I might end it here bc I'm running out of ideas and any longer to post this would end up taking longer to post because school starts in like 2 says for me 😭😭 anyways I hope this was good for whoever asked this and again so sorry I lost your ask! I hope you have a great day/night!!
#x reader#brozone x reader#trolls 3 x reader#john dory x reader#john dory#trolls 3#trolls headcanons
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@steddiemas Day 2 Prompt: Winter Sentence Starters
3. Did you know icicles make the perfect murder weapon?
Pairing: Pre-Steddie | wc: 1664 | Rating: T
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“Steve?” Eddie asks, squinting into the blinding lights of the familiar burgundy Beamer that’s parked in front of the mound of snow where the driveway usually is. It’s hard to see with the blinding lights and the sunrise bouncing off the bright snow, but Eddie’s pretty sure it’s Steve. He’s the only one who drives a Beamer around these parts of town, that’s for sure.
Sitting up on the outdoor couch, he adjusts the bundle of blankets around his shoulder. His hand fumbles in between the couch cushions until he finds the half-empty box of cigarettes and the lighter he and Wayne keep stashed there “in case of emergencies.” It’s a bit of a chore given the gloves covering his hands, but he gets the job done and brings the lit smoke to his winter-chapped lips. After a slow exhale, he tries again.
“Steve? What the hell are you doing here?”
There’s a clattering on the other side of the Beamer, followed by a string of curses before a figure emerges in the shadows of the lights. “Jesus dude,” Steve gasps. One hand stays pressed against his chest, the other clings to a snow shovel. “What the hell are you doing here? You should be inside it’s freezing out.”
It is freezing out, but there’s not that big of a difference between out here and inside Eddie’s bedroom. Not since the space heater took a shit at 2 am. He tried to fix it, he did. But it’s actually really damn hard to fix a space heater at 2 am when you’ve only slept for an hour because of chronic pain and nightmares and you can’t find the damn toolbox that’s supposed to be tucked away in the closet.
Frustrated beyond belief, Eddie needed a smoke and one thing led to another, and the next thing he knew he was being woken up by the rumbling of Steve’s Beamer. At least he was smart enough to put on gloves and wrap himself in his duvet before coming out here.
“Seriously, man. You’re going to freeze to death.”
“You know the dramatics are my thing,” Eddie teases, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. “I’ve got a blanket and gloves.” Eddie wiggles his fingers for extra emphasis. “And this head of hair isn’t just for looks. Actually keeps me pretty warm too.”
Steve snorts, absentmindedly tugging on the end of his scarf. “Yeah, okay, man. Whatever you say.”
“So, I ask again,” Eddie says, pausing to exhale another puff of smoke. “What are you doing here at whatever time it is.”
“It’s 5,” Steve supplies, then holds up the snow shovel. “Who do you think shovels the snow around here since you’re out of commission? The snow fairy?”
The smoke in Eddie’s lungs gets trapped as his body tries to laugh and instead, he sends himself into a coughing fit that has him clutching his already aching sides. “First of all fuck you. Don’t joke about fairies!” he says, all bark no bite. “Secondly, I usually shovel the snow, but as you are aware, I’m still not allowed to lift more than two pounds thanks to our wonderful Spring Break adventures.”
“And you’re milking that for all it’s worth.”
Eddie’s quick to flip him the bird, rolling his eyes in the process. “S’Wayne paying you? That old bastard better not be paying you. I never got a dime when he made me shovel.”
“Probably because you always forgot, right?”
“You know what, Steve,” Eddie starts, trying to get up from the couch when a rush of pain races up his torso. Jesus H. Christ, he should be used to this by now. Biting his lip to keep the groan in, he settles himself back on the couch.
“M’just messing with you, Eds,” Steve says, shooting him an apologetic look. If anyone knows the pain he’s going through, it’s Steve. And yet, Steve’s wounds healed in record time, and Eddie’s on month nine of barely being able to make it down the three steps of his trailer. Yet another unfairness the universe has drawn for him.
“I was over helping the Mayfields during the last big storm and saw your uncle struggling to park after his shift. Figured if I’m here helping Max, I could help you guys out too. No big deal.”
Eddie’s not sure what universe Steve lives in, but agreeing to do manual labor for free is a big deal. A massive, big deal, actually. At least, in his universe it is. He doesn’t sign up for any sort of manual labor unless he’s getting paid. Fuck capitalism and all that, but also, you know, it’s only fair to cash in when it benefits him.
“Right, well, m’sure my uncle appreciates it.”
“He does,” Steve nods, resting the shovel on his shoulder. “So, you gonna quit distracting me now so I can get to work?”
Eddie extends one glove-covered hand out in front of him, fanning it out over the mountain of white snow separating them. “The snow is yours, my liege.”
Steve snorts, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away from the Beamer before repositioning the shovel in his hands. In one fluid motion, he drives the shovel the mix of fresh and packed snow. The metal clatter against the frozen chunks at the bottom but the sound doesn’t drown out the groan that leaves Steve's lips as he hoists a giant pile of snow up and over to the side.
Jesus H. Christ.
Eddie takes an extra long drag from his cigarette, eyes glued to Steve as he does the same thing again. He holds the smoke in his lungs, tries to concentrate on not choking as he watches Steve shovel another massive pile of snow away.
There’s at least twenty feet of distance between them, but Eddie’s eyes are glued to Steve. His pale blue puffy jacket does a lot to obscure his muscles, but Eddie’s always had an overactive imagination. He doesn’t need a clear visual to know that Steve’s biceps are straining every time he hoists the shovel out of the snow. Or the way his back muscles flex, showing off that swimmer's upper body of his.
Steve’s ditched snow pants like most do around here and instead has his trusty pair of blue jeans on. Eddie knows from experience that denim does little to shield the freezing temperatures, but he can’t complain. Not when Steve’s ass is on full display when he squats to investigate what the shovel has just slammed into. (A stray dog toy from two trailers over.)
If he doesn’t look away soon, he’s going to be in trouble. Even the cold as fuck temperature can’t keep the blood from rushing to his dick for long. A blessing and a curse, Eddie supposes.
Taking another drag, Eddie tilts his head so it rests against the headrest of the couch. Exhaling, the plume of smoke and cold air mix, getting whisked away in the early morning breeze. It might actually be colder now than it was at 2 am.
With his head still turned upward, he can hear the rhythmic sounds of Steve shoveling the snow. The clink of the metal shovel with the snow, the scrape as he digs it down to the pavement. The occasional huff of frustration when Steve’s bitten off more than he can chew. Stubborn as always.
If he keeps making noises like that though, Eddie’s going to need a lot more than a smoke and a new direction for his eyes to keep his mind out of the gutter—
Speaking of gutters, they really need to get someone to clear out all the damn icicles clinging to them like damn Christmas trees. One harsh slam of the door and he or Wayne is going to take an icicle straight to the head. A month in a coma, seven months of physical therapy, and one dropped murder charge is not going to go to waste over a goddamn icicle. Not if he can help it at least.
Honestly, out of all of that, he’s still most upset about the murder thing. He won’t even go fishing with Wayne after that one year with the fish who flopped around practically hasping for breath until Wayne stabbed it with his pocket knife. Never again. Eddie prefers his food already cooked and void of eyes thank you very much.
Besides killing someone in his house is way too obvious. An amateur move if he’s ever seen one. He’d at least been more smart about it. If he was going to kill someone, but he’s not. Obviously. But if he was, Eddie’s thoughts trail off as the sun catches on the translucent icicle, washing his body in the warm rays of sunlight.
“You know, icicles would make the perfect murder weapon.”
The sound of the snow shovel clattering to the floor startles him. His head whips in the direction of the noises. It takes a moment a moment for his eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light, but when they do Steve is staring at him, hands on his hips and a frown tugging at his pale lips.
“Maybe don’t joke about murder when we’ve just cleared your name,” Steve scolds, shaking his head. “Or do you want to go back into hiding?”
Eddie’s mouth is faster than his brain, words tumbling out before he has a chance to realize the implications of his words.
“Depends. Would you be hiding me again?”
A sickening silence falls between them as all the blood in Eddie’s body rushes to his cheeks. At least his nose isn’t cold anymore. He’s two seconds away from scampering into the trailer, head slung low in embarrassment when Steve’s unabashed chuckle breaks the silence.
“You can crash at my place anytime, you know.”
No, Eddie did not know that. But now? Now, he thinks that damn space heater isn’t worth bothering Wayne for after all.
#steddiemas#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steddie fan fic#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington ficlet#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson ficlet#dani writes#stranger things#stranger things fic
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Work Husband // Chishiya Shuntaro
Summary - Chishiya and you both work as surgeons. Chishiya being pediatric and you obstetrics, you see each other fairly often. You both always considered each other work partners and that was it, there was no affection between y'all.
Smut ^^
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A/n - this was so poorly written considering it took hours, this is me apologizing 😭
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Chishiya - Let me pick you up today, I have coffee.
You - Okay! I'll be ready as soon as you get here.
You say putting your phone down, and put on your scrubs. Picking up your purse with everything in it you head out the door, and wait for Chishiya.
Taking a seat on the black leathered car seats, you sigh of exhaustion. "I can't function this early." You say taking a sip of the coffee he brought you, "It's only 5 AM, go to sleep earlier." Chishiya spoke bluntly. You noticed in the corner of your eye, he slowly begins to pick up his coffee, and all you can think about his hands. As you inch your hands between your thighs scooting up in your chair, trying to get rid of this feeling as you two pull into your work's parking lot.
"You forgot your purse." Chishiya chimed in a calm tone, chuckling to himself, "Oh shoot, thanks." You grab your purse from the car and quickly made yourself inside, going straight to the locker rooms. "Oh!" Your pager went off, "I have to go deliver some twins I've been waiting on, see you later?" "Of course." Chishiya said as you rushed out not looking twice to wave goodbye.
"Alright mama, here are your two beautiful girls!" You said happily while taking off your gloves, you notice someone walks in. Chishiya. You feel funny, but shaking it off, you have a serious job there's no time wasting it on relationships, or silly little crushes. "Two perfectly healthy girls." He said handing the twins back to the mother, "All right I have a surgery soon so I'll see you too later." scrunching your nose towards the twins, you smile and leave but not before saying your goodbyes to Chishiya.
You're frantic, trying everything you can to save this ladies life. You have never met her but she is all you care for at the moment. "Come on breath!" You paused your CPR, "Thank god." You wiped sweat away, and began to stitch her back up, and tell your crew and interns spotting in to clean everything up and get her back to her room. "What a day so far." Taking off your cap you head back to labs to do more research to see if you missed anything that could cause this, you couldn't have missed anything.
"Wasn't expecting to see you here." That damn smirk he always has, It's frustrating you just like the many other things about him. Everything about him you wanted, and you don't know why, your priority was always your job and not dating or even hooking up with people. Why are you feeling so strange. You didn't realize you were staring until you saw his face change from the smirk dropping down to a confused look. "Sorry, I had a busy day already lost in thought." You try to play it off hoping he doesn't notice, but he did. He caught onto the act before you even realized what you were doing as well. You look at the time, '6 PM.' it read, "Wow I didn't know it was so late." You spoke out trying to make small talk to change the mood, "Did the person survive?" "Huh?" "oh, yes she did." You put on a soft smile, why were you acting so weird? "good i'm glad, you're a great surgeon you know?" All you could think about how you wanted to hear him praise you some more, how his voice sounded like silk every time he spoke out. Grabbing the files you needed to go through everything and walking out, just before you could Chishiya grabs your wrist. Pushing your hair back, he presses a small kiss on your lips, and leaves. You craved his touch again, to feel him skin to skin but all you could do is watch him leave.
After awhile all you could see was his name everywhere, on the board, cafe orders, cases. Chishiya, Chishiya, Chishiya. It was getting late and you haven't seen him after that last interaction. You were getting worried but couldn't pin point why you were so worried and focused more on him than your actual job. Your pager buzzed, reading 'MEETING ROOM.' in all caps. Of course, it was Chishiya and you weren't surprised at all.
"I know what you did earlier." What could he be talking about? "What do you mean?" You got nervous trying to laugh it off. He came closer. "You know.. in the car." "I didn't even give you attention, all I had to do was pick up a cup and I already got you turned on." Fuck. "Please.." You trailed off, "We can't." "Why not?" You sigh, "I have to focus on my work.. that's how I got where I am." He scoffs, "Now that's no fun, loosen up." Chishiya places his hands on your shoulder massaging them. He knew exactly where to message and it felt amazing. Melting into his arms you slightly step back, bringing yourself closer to him. You can hear him sigh out through his nose as you feel he's slowly getting erect. Laughing to yourself you decide to move your hips side to side while being as close as you could, teasing him. "You can do better than that, how about getting on your knees for me baby?" You never saw this side of Chishiya, he was always laid back and professional, what made him change all of a sudden?
Taking a seat, he waited for you to come over by him. You got down your knees without thinking twice. Both of y'all praying your pagers don't go off, Chishiya slides his scrubs down, you were in awe. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started to slowly go up and down, inching closer you circled his tip with your tongue before taking him in all the way. You could taste the small amount a pre-cum as you bobbed your head up and down, "fuuck.." He sighed out throwing his head back. You never realized how much you needed this man in any way but just friends until this very moment. You were too busy not realizing the hints he's been making.
He starts to thrust himself into you, making you gag a bit. He grab your hair and holding it up for you, as you take all of him in. "You look so pretty getting throat fucked by me." He moaned out trying to keep himself quiet. Feeling beads of tears stream down your face, you start to feel him thrusting faster while the sounds of Chishiya's orgasm fills the room. As he came you swallowed it all out of lust and greed for this man.
Chishiya pulls up his scrubs, "Stand up for me?" He asked, and you did. You would do anything for this man.
Feeling yourself getting lifted, and slowly placed on your back of the table. Chishiya moved everything to the side, and gets down. You trust him, "May I?" You never said yes so fast in your life. Pulling down your scrubs, he admires your red laced panties for a second, before pulling them to aside. He buries his face in your womanhood. "Shiya.." You gasped, "You taste so good.." He breathes out while making small circles around your clit. Licking around your slit he slowly begins to move down making love marks around your thighs, you cant handle it. "Please.." "Please what?" He smirked making direct eye contact. "Please eat me until I can't think about anything else but you!" You cried out, you were so desperate it was starting to get embarrassing. He moved back to devouring your cunt. You were so close you could feel it, "Shiya!" You arched your back. As you came down from a long lasting orgasm you notice you legs begin to shake. Both of you were gasping for air, and exhausted.
He helps clean yourself up, and kisses you softly. Getting sad realizing he had to leave, but you understood why. "I'll see you later?" Chishiya said walking out backwards with his hand in his pockets. You nod silently with a soft blush on your face and watch him leave.
#smut#chishiya alice in borderland#chishiya x reader#chishiya fanfic#chishiya fic#chishiya shuntaro#alice in borderland#alice in boderland x reader#aib s2#aib x reader#aib spoilers#writing
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könig x reader : same little sound
so so so so sorry for disappearing !! i was way too busy with studying and training — take this as a wholehearted apology !! (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡
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holding hands. a sane person would probably imagine two soft palms pressing against each other, fingers tightly or loosely intertwined. someone with a wilder imagination would also associate this whole thing with soft little kisses on the cheek, gentle chuckles and whispers. hushed little breaths and soft, sneaky looks from behind eyelashes.
you thought you were a sane person until a few months ago. you thought that holding hands was like that, it was the way your parents taught you to cling onto your cousin’s hand. you dangled it around, having a little fun as it all just seemed like a chore to do, to appear as someone who loves another person.
tap. tap. tap.
soft and gentle taps against your knuckles were the only things you could feel as you sat on the edge of your bed. the bedsheets were messy and there was some kind of unknown stain on your pillow, it was probably coffee or something like that. you might ask me — ‘munchi, why are you writing about what’s on my pillow? you’re embarrassing me, it’s dirty,’ then you’re right, but when your eyes are darting around the room, not knowing where to look out of dizziness, you start to examine the stain on your pillow, right?
you look at the way the liquid was spilled, you start to think about when it could have happened. maybe you let your guard down for a second and the mug slipped from your hand. no, that would have made a bigger mess, for sure. doesn’t even matter. you start to see the traces of the golden ratio in the shape of it, it feels like you’re going insane for a second as your mind is spinning even when you’re supposed to be relaxed, and then —
you really are insane, right? rubbing clothed fingers in a pair of black gloves against soft, bare knuckles can’t be considered hand-holding. what were you even thinking?
“is this okay?”
a gentle sound snaps the silence in half. he probably thought about blurting this sentence out for three or four minutes before forming the words in his mouth with his tongue, trying it out how he would have to create the sentence behind closed lips in order to not sound weird. he didn’t dare look up to your face, the dark blob in the corner of your eye just seeming like a little part of your vision you just happened to lose.
but no, he was really there. you moved your head to the right side and you seemed to lose even more of your precious sight — seeing someone kneeling right next to your bed. you didn’t want to think about these damned letters that spelled his name out. if you were determined enough then you could basically ignore using the letters of his name when speaking, purely out of innocent stupidity and because you didn’t want to remind yourself of how much you liked the harsh cotton against your knuckles.
but if you constantly thought about avoiding those little guys then it would also just always remind you of them. it would linger in your mind forever and ever until you eventually forget about what you wanted to ignore so badly. and that’s what the original plan was, but gosh, it hurt to realize that deep down, that wasn’t what you actually wanted.
“yeah.”
you mumbled out under your breath, almost choking on this one small little word. at least it didn’t contain any of his letters, that’s already half success! this needs to be celebrated by —
“i’m not hurting you, right?”
how could he ever hurt you? his fingers were treating your hand like it was made of the finest porcelain material ever, like it was a boquet of a thousand blossoming roses and like it was the head of a baby doe, just carefully petting so the mother won’t notice the smell of a human on it.
oh, i totally forgot what i was about to say there! so, that needs to be celebrated by him looking up from the ground. soft, blue eyes staring right into yours, that’s what i’m talking about! he seemed so hesitant, it was like he was scared of you just reaching out and breaking his spine in half. that’s stupid, isn’t it? if anyone would be able to break his bones in half just with a small snap then it would actually be himself. that man was a fucking ram.
“no.”
you shook your head gently, slipping your hand out of his. he seemed surprised for a second, not knowing why you made this sudden movement when he was in the middle of finally taking a huge step (that was only huge in his own closed-off little mind).
“come on, könig. sit up here, will you?”
you said his name! you said the letters, you lost. you absolutely lost, but there wasn’t really anything else you could have done. those blue eyes staring up at you made you lose this little game that you made up in your mind, and the worst part is that you didn’t even notice it at first.
the rough sound of his knee pads scraping against the dirty and old tiled floor made you practically deaf in one ear until you finally saw him in front of you, sitting on the bed with one leg still hanging down from the floor. thankfully he took his boots off earlier, you wouldn’t want a muddy stain on your blanket! would go nicely with the coffee drop on your pillow, totally makes it a set. you could just write ‘i’m messy and i don’t clean up after myself!’ in caps lock on your forehead and it would basically mean the same thing, huh?
“thanks.”
butterflies seemed to be waking up in your stomach as his hand returned to your knuckles once again. brushing softly and gently, but never letting skin rub against skin, he was still in his black gloves. you wished you could just grab the fabric and tug it them off of him but you knew it would scare him away. you had to treat him like a wounded animal — and he treated you like one as well in return.
a gentle sting on your neck was what you needed to finally inject a numbing serum into the butterflies, making them land somewhere in your belly. his mask was gently lifted and you wished you could grasp even a tiny bit of what was under it but the way he leaned on your shoulder like that made the details impossible to see. he clung onto you like a baby.
“i’m sorry if that hurt. wasn’t my intention.”
“it didn’t. you’re fine.”
“thank you.”
“you don’t have to say thank you for everything, hm?”
he just shook his head as he pulled back slightly. his blue eyes were desperately looking for any kind of emotion in your own irises. he was probably trying to scan the look you gave him, trying to detect if he was making and moves you didn’t like, or if you were uncomfortable.
but you were steady. he was slow and you liked the way he hushed and mumbled small little things into the air everytime he did something with you. the way his lips moved against your skin made you slightly shiver and it was looking like the butterflies woke up before they were supposed to. your system was running out of soothing and numbing liquids for the little creatures of excitement, you weren’t making enough to sedate them.
“how about this?”
he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your thigh. your camouflage print pants lightly creaked under his fingers, the way he softly gripped it made you think of the golden ratio again. you would have bet your life that the way he was holding you was mathematically perfect, even though his grip was loose it felt like you were being choked by a thousand little chopped up pieces of ropes.
“mhm. there.”
“and here?”
“please,” you spoke gently, trying to keep the silence.
könig. könig, könig, könig. there, i wrote his name down four times, here — könig, let’s make it five so it’s a prettier number that feels less empty. it isn’t just on you now, we both lost the game. but the way he was touching your thighs was basically too much in the best way possible.
he tried to keep eye contact with you but you knew that he was struggling. he kept moving his head away, not knowing if he should lean down to be closer to you or keep his original posture to be as far away as possible. he had no idea which one would br the better choice, he didn’t know what made you feel that little knot in your stomach yet.
“if i asked you really nicely,” he started quietly, his voice shaky. “would you touch me there too?”
“here? your thighs?”
“yes. please.”
and before you could voluntarily reach out to grab him, he slid a little closer to you on the bed and he carefully wrapped two fingers around your wrist, pulling it closer to himself. he placed it right where he wanted to — and you couldn’t help but make a mental note on how much his hand was shaking.
“thank you,” his voice echoed in the quiet and small room. you let out a deep breath as he placed his hand back onto your thigh, gently kneading it. it felt so soft.
and when you realized that he was still in a mask and you’ve never even seen his face before, it gave you that little feeling that this might be wrong. a gut feeling, or whatever. but there were butterflies in your guts too! they were telling you the exact opposite. telling you about how you were going insane because of you accepting what he did earlier as a way of holding hands. was this what falling in love felt like?
you would think it was one sided. honestly, i thought it was one sided too. but when he gently took his hand off of your thigh and tugged his gloves off, you knew something changed inside him too.
and he was looking at the coffee stain as well. and he thought about the golden ratio, and about the butterfly sedatives, and the thank yous, and — maybe, just maybe, there was the same little sound speaking inside both of your heads.
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gentle könig !! no other words. also. would anyone else be interested in being added to my taglist? i still have no idea how these work, but @axophyllic gave me the idea and i’m totally okay with it if anyone else is interested. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
and if you have any ideas on what i should write about — please don’t keep it to yourself! let me know.
good night!
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Hi, happy Monday🙃
I have a kind of fluffy/smutty ask.
Stressed reader that usually takes care of the whole world, never asking for anything, but is having a hard time keeping shit together. BF Eddie who takes notice and patiently lets her know he's there, 24/7.
Blinking rapidly, you clear the tears from your eyes as you throw your hands back into the sink, yanking out yet another dirty dish caked in food that sat out far too long. Music blares from your daughter's room; one of Eddie’s old tapes with a screaming guitar solo adds to the noises already sounding in your head.
“Mom! You kidding?” Stevie scoffs; holding up her favorite oversized band t-shirt splotched with a mysterious grease stain, just a gentle reminder you forgot to call someone to come out and fix the damn thing.
“M’sorry, honey. I-” You start, but she’s already gone, her black Doc Martin boots stomping down the hallways before she kicks the door shut.
You lift up your rubber-gloved hand, wiping the tears away on the sleeve of your flannel shirt as you start to cry. It’s overwhelming… All this shit is.
“M’home!” Eddie calls from the door with a smile as he meets your eyes. He peels off his leather jacket, kicking off his boots as he double-checks his mechanics uniform for a mess.
You can see him slow down out of the corner of your eye; his head cocking slightly as he tries to get a better look at your face. “M’fine, Eds,” you stop him before he can start. “How are you, baby? How was your day?”
Eddie doesn't say anything else, walking toward you, prompting you to scrub the next dish feverishly in a feeble attempt to appear busy. Eddie wraps his arms around your body and rests his large hands on top of yours before guiding you set the dishes down in the sink again.
He grabs for your gloves, taking them off one by one; wrapping your hands around your waist, hugging you tightly, be for tucking himself in the crook of your neck.
You focus on his breathing, the smell of his cologne and the warmth of the skin against yours. “Slow down, baby. You're alright,” he mumbles against your neck as he kisses you soft and slow.
“Are we gonna eat?” Stevie busts through her bedroom door, yelling over her music. You go to answer, but Eddie beats you to it.
“Get your jacket, kiddo. I'm takin’ you out. Your mom’s gonna handle some stuff for me here. Yeah?” Stevie smiles brightly, returning to her room to grab her jacket and shoes.
“Take a bath, princess. I'm bringing you home your favorite, and when you're relaxed and ready, we can discuss this. Alright?”
“Okay,” you whimper as your cheek melts into his.
“I expect that the house looks just like this when I get home. Okay. This isn't an excuse for you to get more done 'cause we're gone,” he teases; Eddie, already two steps ahead of you.
“Thank you, Eds. It's just been a bad day. I can handle it. I-”
“I know you can, sweetheart,” he soothes, turning you into his chest as he holds you close. “Let me be here for you. Let me help you.”
“Thank you, Eds.”
“Mmm… I love you, baby,” he hums, meeting you lips for a tender kiss.
“I love you too.”

#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x me#eddie x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader
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Take Everything
Summary: Dream works non stop on a project for months, and even after it’s finished he still seems like he needs to relieve some stress.
Warnings: Dream x Reader smut, Semi-public sex (on Livestream), Teasing, Cockwarming, Rough sex, Hair pulling, Squirting
Words: 4.3k
No Use of Y/N
Title is from ‘Hypnosis’ by Sleep Token
My hands still ached from the shenanigans we got up to in the early morning hours last weekend. It’s far from me to reject any kind of outing with Sam and Colby, and it’s definitely unlike me to finish an adventure completely unscathed.
It was a simple miscalculation.
Colby was pissed because if I was any weaker I would have fallen 60 feet to broken concrete blanketed with glass, and to that I agreed. It would have sucked.
Two hospital visits and eight days later, the slits across the palms of my hands were finally infection and tetanus free. They were wrapped with soft gauze, though, and while embarrassing, they were very relieving. I finally felt free to do what I wanted for myself.
Telling Dream what happened when I got home was honestly scarier than the actual situation.
“I really don’t understand why you would have to scale the outside of the building though, you’re a dumbass—“
“We went inside, Dream,” I exasperated. “Sam fell through the floor twice! We wanted to get to the top for pictures and I volunteered to go first. I didn’t think the literal fucking—the steel structure around the wall would cave in like that.”
“Well no shit! If you guys are falling through the floors then obviously the building’s gonna fucking collapse!”
“Dream—“
“No, don’t give me that. This is serious!”
“I know it is—“
“Listen to me,” he demanded. My throat closed tightly as he took my wrists in his hands so he could see the damage. Bandages still covered the wounds, but we both knew how nasty they were. “This can’t happen every goddamn time you go out with them or else you won’t anymore.”
“And you’re the one who decides that?”
“Since you clearly can’t for yourself, yeah!”
“What the fuck is going on down here?” We both looked as George entered the room from the stairs. I yanked my hands from Dream to hide the bandages, but George already saw. “What happened to you?”
”Just went out with Sam and Colby—“
“Tell her that she can’t climb old nasty tetanus ridden buildings without gloves anymore.”
”What is wrong with you?” His face twisted with disgust.
“George—“
“No, get away from me, ew.” And he passed us as he shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. Dream’s the only one who will give you sympathy around here and if even he thinks you’re an idiot then you won’t like me very much either.” I rolled my eyes and turned back to Dream. He stared back at me.
”I’m going to bed. You guys are ridiculous.”
”Okay but risking infection and, I don’t fucking know, death is a big deal. You’re being ridiculous.”
”Whatever, Dream,” I sighed as I took two stares at a time. “You can’t be upset that my version of fun is different than yours.”
”My version of fun doesn’t risk my damn life. And I thought you said you were going to bed?” He shouted as I walked down the hallway towards our soundproofed offices.
”I’m sleeping in my office so I don’t have to listen to you guys bitch at me anymore.”
”Jesus Christ.”
I shared a bed with Dream now. My room was used as the last remaining guest bedroom in this house—the other house has many more rooms for that—but in a couple days Punz planned to Use it for two weeks until his apartment was ready which was fine by me unless Dream didn’t shape up his attitude. I didn’t have any serious plans of leaving his bed, I just didn’t anticipate a lack of freedom in my decision making process.
Don’t get me wrong; none of the boys were overbearing or overprotective of me at all, even Dream, but I forgot what it was like to come home to questioning eyes wondering where I had been and why my hands were covered in bandages. I lived by myself for so long that I forgot what it was like to share life with other people. Blessings and curses.
I curled myself up in the blankets of the bed and sleep came over me immediately when I closed my eyes. It was too comfortable. Not nearly as comfortable as our bed downstairs, but the pure silence in the pitch black room lulled me to sleep like no other.
Three days later I told George that he was right, and he must have felt bad about my multiple hospital trips and infected wounds because he didn’t even bask in the glory of my fess up.
Eight days later I knew I was on the up and up, and my wounds healed rightly. I stressed Dream out. I could tell, and mixed with everything else going on, he was one more mishap from breaking.
Multiple videos between the three boys were scheduled, and they included incredibly large amounts of time, energy, and money to finish, that by the end of the day—if either of them took a break—there was nothing to do but scarf down their single meal of the day then sleep for ten hours just to do it all over again. At least they deserved everything they had; they worked harder than anyone else I had ever seen.
Dream’s video was finished. His workdays were infinitely shorter now, and he only needed to do finishing touches on other things and get his ducks in order. What he needed to do most, though, was relax. I think we got a solid seven words in to each other every night before sleeping for an eternity and I was impatient. I worked just as hard as them and traveled as well, so when there was any down time, of course we slept like there was no tomorrow.
Until the livestream.
The three live-streamed the night before the first video release, and they played games with friends for a while. It was good—fantastic even—for Dream’s mental health. It didn’t look like he wanted to shrivel up at any happenstance any longer and for that I was grateful.
He just wouldn’t chill. Even with the hard part of the video making process behind him, the stress still kindled inside of him.
Good thing I was so much better at breaking things than putting them back together.
I don’t know what came over me, but with the tension within the house ceasing and my hands not being the problem they were, I was ready for some strife. A little bit of chaos.
And a lot more closeness with Dream.
We had been dating for six months and pining after each other for almost two years and somehow I could count on one hand how many times we had sex. It wasn’t a problem, yet anyway, but if he wouldn’t calm down and separate his work from his non-existent personal life, it would be.
Not because I was selfish but because he deserved to not work himself sick.
I didn’t think twice when I silently opened his office door. Not silently per-say; Dream’s eyes quickly darted to me with concern, but enough that his mic didn’t pick it up.
He muted.
”What’s wrong?”
”Nothing,” I said sweetly. He hesitated and blinked quickly. I walked over to him.
“Did—Are you wanting to be on stream?”
”No.”
”Oh.”
More silence.
”I—I was going to unmute now—oh.” He froze and backed from his desk more when I walked over and straddled his lap. He looked up at me with bright eyes. God, I loved them. And I loved the fact that they stared back at me for longer than a couple seconds.
“You can unmute now.”
”But I—no, what are you doing?”
”Sitting? Obviously.”
”I’m streaming.”
”I know.”
He sucked in a quick breath as I watched the realization click.
“Just tell me if you—“
He unmuted. I held my breath as I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his neck. My chin rested on his shoulder and I closed my eyes to hush the rushing of my heart.
Already, the heat between us sent chills across my skin.
Now that I was where I wanted to be, suddenly the confidence drained. I didn’t check the viewer countâ—good thing too or else I probably would have turned and left his office in a flash—but I knew it wasn’t too good for my blood pressure. I was frozen against him. The heat spread down my body and pooled in my pants. I didn’t listen to what he said, but I felt the way his body vibrated from his voice. It almost lulled me to sleep. But then it happened.
He slowly pushed his hips up and leaned back more to give me more access.
That was all I needed. Just one push.
And I felt him, all of him.
I rolled my hips into his and butterflies twisted in my stomach from the sound of his shaking breath. I couldn’t stop. My hand held the side of his neck, thumb brushed his face, as I kissed and bit down on his neck for security. I needed something for my hands to do, something for my mouth to do, or else a lot more would come from his mic than the viewers paid for.
“Mmm—“ He made a more prominent noise and I did the same movement over and over. That was when one of his hands finally came down on me. Of course he didn’t unmute yet. I knew he wasn’t that gone, and some evil part of me wanted him to be so I kept on and on.
Maybe I was the one we should be worried about. My throat ran dry from the amounts of pressure I mustered to keep quiet. He felt too good against me, and I thought he would be the one falling apart too fast.
Suddenly he pushed his chair back.
”What—“
“Off,” he demanded and cut off my whisper. He had to be muted. I looked down where his fingers pulled back the waistband of my pants. All too quickly, I leapt to my feet and yanked them off me. “God, what is wrong with you?” His voice broke into frustrated whining, but he definitely didn’t push me away.
His hand rose in between my legs and the other pulled me onto his lap again.
“Oh fuckâ—“ I gasped and released some of the pent up tension in my throat. Of course he didn’t invade my underwear yet, pay back, but he did tease me to the point where I thrusted my hips back and forth on his hand for something harder than his light touches.
”Can feel how turned on you are already, you want me that bad?”
”Can you blame me?” I moaned through gritted teeth. He sat back and got closer to his desk again.
”I know, baby, I know,” he sighed and unmuted again.
This time I bit down on his shoulder as the pleasure radiated through me. Good thing he wore at least a hoodie because then it would have interrupted his words. He pulled his hand away only for the pressure between us to intensify. I grinded against him faster, and I nearly blacked out at how painfully hard he felt against me. Finally his head tossed back with closed eyes.
Not until he made noises would I make noises.
”Come on, stop playing,” he whispered so quietly it made me furl inside myself. He leaned forward and focused on his conversations and games. With shaking arms and legs, I lifted myself up and tugged at the waistband of his pants. I only pulled the front of them down enough for access; I couldn’t waste another second and he wasn’t in a place to mute or take his hands from the keyboard for a moment.
He stuttered his words when I pulled him from his pants and stroked him slowly. I knew he couldn’t get mad at me for doing it during a crucial moment; he told me to stop messing around and I did.
I watched him as he focused on the screens behind me with glazed over eyes. Then I pushed my underwear to the side and sank down on him.
First his eyebrows lifted in pleasure and his lips parted with shakiness, and then I heard quicker clicking on the keyboard. I bit on my own lips to make myself shut the hell up. Holy shit, too good. He felt too good I could barely keep myself together.
I couldn’t tell if it was from the unbearable amount of time without being filled like this or if it was the fact that I chose a livestream of all moments to tease the life out of him, but the pleasure was insurmountable as it traveled through my body like powerful acidic waves.
I moved faster.
I held onto him; my fingers laced through his hair and pulled. He pulled back, and there it was. He was losing his cool. I knew it too, obviously. With my hands in his hair, I could get him to do whatever I wanted. I didn’t care if I took advantage of it; he hadn’t complained about it yet.
”Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered every so quietly in his hair and he fucked his hips forward. I slapped a hand over my mouth.
“You got to be good for me and be quiet if you want to fuck me when I’m streaming like this,” he spat. Then turned back to his game. I didn’t know when he was muted and when he wasn’t; perhaps that was the torture he was able to put me through.
And when he pushed his hips forward, the breath was knocked out of me from the
“Dream—!”
A loud click on his keyboard led a groan, and he kicked us away from the desk harshly.
“You’re so in trouble,” he moaned quietly as if he were still unmuted, even though I knew he would never risk that, and he leaned back in his chair with both hands holding my waist tightly. “Wasn’t fucking muted.”
”Sorry,” I stuttered and then I let all the moans I kept inside pour out. He looked up at me and held my hair back. Tears welled in my eyes from the feeling of how deep he pushed.
”You trying to act up or something?”
“How do you know that wasn’t the plan?” I choked out in between moans as his hands guided me up and down for himself. I don’t think I moved anymore; he used me like he had clearly been dying to.
“Oh so you want me to tear you apart?”
“Please—“ I gasped. “I need you so bad.”
“You think you need me that bad? We’ll see how bad you need it if you can be patient for another 20 minutes.”
“Not if you can’t last that long—“ My sentence hardly left my mouth before he slapped my ass. I fell into him and bit down on my arm. And his hips met mine harsher.
”Oh my fucking god—Dream yes please, you feel so—“
”Yeah?” He laughed. “That’s what I thought. Keep—holy shit—keep fucking doing that.”
And he went back to his game. Cruelly, might I add.
It went on.
I went faster and faster, then harsh hands would still my waist. I knew he bruised me, and in a few hours he would kiss them and repeatedly say sorry, but I didn’t care. I wanted them. Needed them; I needed him permanently on my body, in my body.
”Oh my—“ he gasped suddenly and his fingertips and nails dug into my skin. I yelped and watched his face as his eyes shut tightly and lips part. I slowed my movements and simply watched him; my thumb pulled at his bottom lip as he came to.
”Stop it,” he said. “I’m so—fucking stop!” He must have muted.
”What? You going to cum or something?”
”I swear to god,” he laughed. I bit my lip from laughing at him, but he yanked me down on him and I couldn’t move anymore. “You make me cum and I won’t touch you for a month.”
”Dream—“ I gasped. That was too much.
”Yeah, I’m fucking serious, baby.”
”Just—Just hurry then.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder as my body burned. My desperation ate me alive until I yanked my hoodie off and tied my hair up so it wouldn’t touch my flushed skin.
Of course that distracted him for a moment. His eyes tore across my bare skin so I took the opportunity and moved faster. His hand grabbed me reflexively, but that was when he noticed the tears in my skin from his nails.
”Fuck,” he whispered. “Sor—“
”Uh-Hu,” I told him as I shook my head quickly. “Said I needed you.”
”About to-About to end now,” he gasped.
His own desperation melted the frustration and dominance from him like I anticipated. And god, I loved it.
I held onto him again to give him space and watch the screens and close the livestream. It took another two minutes, but when his headphones came off, I sat up again and brought my hips up and down properly.
”Holy shit!” He cried and tossed his head back.
”Fuck fuck fuck,” I laughed as I finally moved the way I wanted. For the first time I wasn’t uncomfortable with the sound of our skin against each other.
”Look so fucking good,” he moaned. His hands were still on my waist and led me up and down. And his eyes fell lower in between us.
I leaned back and supported my elbows on the edge of his desk.
“Please,” I gasped.
”Please what?” Fuck that ridiculous airy teasing tone. As much as it irritated me, it crawled under my skin and told me I needed more and more.
”Just fuck me already, I need it so hard, please—“ I was out of his lap in an instant. I held onto him as he stumbled with me to the bed. “Dream—holy shit—“
He pinned me to the soft bedding with a kiss. I tugged him down by his hair. I couldn’t believe how riled up I was; sure it had been over 30 minutes of this push and pull, but this was something new. Something I hadn’t experienced before.
I moaned loudly in his mouth the moment he finally took control. He stood up and his hands fell down to where they belonged.
”You are so fucking bad,” he laughed. “I cannot believe we did this.”
”Just needed you,” I whined. I couldn’t tell if he could understand what I said through the loudness of my moans. Thank god the offices were soundproof. I had no idea if George or Sapnap were still live.
”I know.” His voice was quieter; face softened as if he felt bad. “Wanted you for so damn long.” Then he leaned down and finally my arms wrapped around him to keep him close. I fell lost under his kisses and touches, and I wanted so badly for him to stay close, but that itch deep inside of me wasn’t being scratched. Fuck, I loved the closeness, it was all I ever wanted the past few months. However, I needed to feel.
Sometimes I couldn’t feel without intensity.
”Harder, please I need it; want it so bad—“
”Yeah? Is that really what you want?” His whisper pulled a groan out of me, and he pushed the hair around my face that fell from the ponytail I haphazardly made.
Tears blurred my vision all over again. My back arched in frustration.
“Yes! Obviously, just—“
”What do you say?” Again, that sweet tone stung my bones. My heart melted under his hands and that stupid gleam of boyish anticipation in his gaze set me off.
”Please! Please fuck me, I need you so deep inside of me. Want to feel you for days.”
”Turn over, baby.” My stomach fell out of its place as I scrambled around. My stomach met his bed as my toes hit the floor. I balled the blankets in my hands and held my breath to prepare—
All at once, the room spun around me and my body was lit on fire. He shoved himself inside of me and stopped holding back. I pushed my face into the bed because yeah, the offices were soundproof, but I don’t think they were that soundproofed. A trail of expletives and words I couldn’t remember spilled out of me as he filled me relentlessly.
”Oh my fucking god, ugh—“ His moans filled the air this time, and that was when I felt a harsh tug in my hair. He grabbed my ponytail at the roots and yanked. With a gasp, I lifted into the air and supported myself on the bed with my hands. “No no,” he said with a shakingly quiet voice. “That’s not fair; don’t cover your face with the blankets. Want to hear you. Tell me how good it feels.”
”Oh fuck!” If he wanted to hear me, then he would hear me because I ran out of stamina to keep quiet. “So-So good, Dream, you feel so good. Can-Can feel you everywhere.”
”Yeah? Tell me you love it. Tell me you love how hard I fuck you.”
”Holy shit I love it. I love how hard you fuck me—oh my god—you feel so damn good. I love you.”
”I love you too, baby,” he said in my hair; he still didn’t let go of it. After he kissed my head, his fingers on my hips tightened. “Now tell me when you want to cum.”
”I already have to, please, please let me cum already.”
”You’re so cute—oh fuck—but I told you to tell me when you want to.”
”I want to!” My voice broke. God, the pressure was too much. It built too much too fast; I didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t allow me to soon. “I want to cum now.”
”You do?”
Shit.
That tone again.
That stupid sweetheart tone.
“But what have you done to deserve it?”
”I’m-I’m so good for you I-I didn’t make you cum earlier, I told you how good you feel, I-I—”
”Trying to convince me you’re so good for me?”
”Oh my fucking—Dream I’m serious I’m going to. I can’t fucking—“
”Okay baby, holy shit, I know I’m—oh my god I’m cumming.“ The pleasure was all too much for me to handle so I couldn’t process anything else he said. He pulled out of me, and when he did, the pressure released.
All of it happened in a few seconds—
I think I cried his name when my orgasm took me by the throat. My eyes clamped shut and knees gave out; the only reason I didn’t fall to them was because his hand hooked under my hips still. My body writhed from the pleasure, and I was still coming to terms with how much of a mess I made. My thighs pressed together when rivers drenched them and I felt a few cold drops hit the bottom of my legs and feet.
After he finished over me, which was so quick I didn’t even think he had to touch himself after he pulled out, his hand trailed from my hips to my front. I knew he tried to get everything out of me, but I didn’t want it. I did, but I couldn’t handle it.
”Dream! Oh my god, no no no I can’t—“
”Again for me, I know you can; it was so fucking hot.”
”Fuck!“ I shouted again and my hand tried to grab his.
”Hell no,” he laughed. When I felt his free hand reach over and grab mine, I ultimately gave up. Once he grabbed my other wrist, he pinned them to my back. “Squirt for me, do it again baby. Drench me.” And the second his fingers worked me again, I let go and finally, it felt complete.
I relaxed into the blankets with vain attempts to catch my breath. Dream let go of my hands gently and kissed up my back.
“I’m sorry, baby.” There it was. His voice was quiet as he said those words just as I anticipated.
”For what?” I really gasped for breath trying to gather myself. His hands grazed my skin and I felt his eyes staring at every part of me.
“Well hold on,” he said as I tried to move. “I’m using your pants, okay?”
”Whatever,” I laughed.
“I shouldn’t have neglected you to this point,” he spoke as he cleaned his release off my skin. “I feel bad and don’t want to hurt you—“
”Dream,” I grumbled and turned over when he finished cleaning me.
Holy fuck.
It would take a lot for him to convince me to take him from behind for a while. The flush of his face, how messy his hair was, and that hazy gaze in his eyes were too intoxicating for me to miss out on again.
”I want you to relax. You have been so damn stressed and working for so long that I just wanted you to release your pent up stress. I thought finishing the video would help, but it didn’t really seem to do it.”
”So you thought fucking me on stream would?” I laughed and felt my face heat up.
”I mean, it made you upset enough to fuck the shit out of me and you already seem to feel better.” I touched his face and he leaned into it. His hand covered mine.
”I know, I do.” It sounded like he didn’t want to admit it, but at least he did. “We’ll all take a long long break once everything for this project is finalized.”
”Good. Because you really deserve it.”
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Aot bf scenarios: what clothing item you steal of his MODERN AU
why I’m writing this? I have absolutely no clue but you know what? That’s okay
Eren
His uniform cape
okay don’t get me wrong he wears that thing on most expeditions and you were doing his laundry… you saw it… you snatched it (I would too) you put it on and it was warm (mainly cuz it just got out of the dryer BUT EITHER WAY and I may know that this is modern AU but just shhhh) you tried to jump from the couch impersonating him and failed… miserably. You failed to land and hit your face on the counter and then he walked through the door, he sighed “really y/n, again?” (This isn’t the first time or the second, or third, you do this all the time) “yeah…” he takes you to the bathroom to clean up the bloody nose you got (f u counter) then he sat on the couch and ya’ll cuddled till you fell asleep
Armin
He has these really soft fluffy gloves-
your hands were cold cuz of eating an otter pop from frickin Walmart and you finished the food and saw the gloves. On. The. Table. (Pretend that the vision zooms in with each each of those three words) you grabbed them and put them on, later he came back from the library (typical Armin) and he saw them on you when you were petting the cat (yes you have a cat) and he blushed and smiled because it was adorable (yes reader you are adorable and perfect just the way you are)
Levi
his cravat.
bro wears that thing 24/7 and he was taking a shower sooooo you pranced your happy ass on in there and snatched it and put it on in the mirror. Unfortunately he takes short showers so he noticed that it was gone and saw you wearing it… he thought it was cute and thus let you wear it on one condition, you had to make him tea.
Jean
his little cowboy hat from s4
you took it off his head and pretended to be Michael Jackson lol it’s that simple that is literary what happened
Connie
I feel like it would be his shoes
you had to go get something from the store and were in a hurry, y’all have matching pairs of shoes and the same size feet, you accidentally took his and left. You only realized when you looked down to pick something up that you dropped, you saw his name on the shoelace…. (Don’t ask but I just feel like that’s what Connie would do…)
Reiner
His shirt
You had finished your shower and realized that you forgot your shirt, you went to y’all’s room and decided to wear his shirt then you went out to the living room where he was watching tv you sat next to him and he saw it on you he smirked at the sight, he thought you looked so damn sexy in his shirt, let’s just say that you couldn’t walk the next day…
Bertholdt (go onto google translate and listen to how it’s pronounced, it’s weird af)
his hoodie
you were cold and went to his room to get your sweater and couldn’t find it, so you took his. When sweet baby saw you he was blushing you looked so cute and adorable and he just wanted to hold you. It was wholesome and adorable, you guys cuddled all night.
Now when they say you are adorable, believe it, you are beautiful/handsome/good looking I dont know your pronouns… but anyways, everyone has their flaws but that’s what makes you, you. Don’t ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise there are people who care about you. love u! <3
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Just want to say thank you so much for your guys love and support on this series. I genuinely appreciate it. My request box is open and empty and I love getting requests, whether it’s AUs or something else. If you want to be tagged let me know.
Milena knocks on your old apartment door. No answer. She knocks again and still no answer. This was ridiculous, what was the point of this? You’re just some tagger running with some men doing who knows what. Honestly she wants to be going over more of the land deals and getting home and health inspectors into that neighbourhood as soon as possible. More evictions more chances to rebuild.
Milena turns to walk away when she sees you, stopping her in her tracks. You have your bag over your shoulder, wearing a hoodie with a leather jacket overtop. You’re wearing a cap you “borrowed” from Kyle, old jeans and gloves. Of course you also had your scarf on.
If you didn’t know who Milena really was you would be wondering why she’s here, but you have some guesses. Before approaching her you noticed her approaching your building. You’d caught a photo and asked for instructions from your friends. You have a small group chat with them but Price and Ghost were busy doing other stuff. So Kyle and Johnny were left to take charge. Kyle suggested hiding and waiting until she left. Johnny said to see what she wants.
Y/N: what do I say if she sees me?
K: Be nice.
J: mess with her!
The texts came at the same time. Then Johnny sent another.
J: Record it too!
Your phone is recording audio, as you simply stand there waiting for the socialite to start talking.
“Sorry do you know who lives here?” She asks you.
“Yep.” You say. There’s a pause as you just stare at her.
“Um, is the landlord here today? I need to talk to him about this apartment. I was told it’s going up for sale.”
“No it‘s not and no you weren’t.” You say with a slight smirk.
“I’m sorry?” She asks sounding irritated.
“Do you want to take a look around? Seriously it ain’t impressive.” You say walking up to her casually and unlocking the door. She steps back as if you were dog rushing up to bark at her. You step inside and hold the door open for her.
“Still occupied, sorry. But it’s the same as every other apartment if you’re interested in moving in. Come in I don’t mind.” You leave the view of the door frame and go to the kitchen, setting your bag down in the corner. Milena can do plenty, but this is your own personal turf.
“Want a drink?” You ask, opening the fridge, and your garbage. Good thing you stopped by to grab stuff, the last thing you want is a mushroom farm in your fridge.
“Coffee or something stronger.” she says, absently surveying your unit.
“Uh… sorry don’t really have… cider okay?” You ask tossing another expired container into the bin.
“It’ll do.” She says, sitting in one of the chairs in the living room as if it were her own office. You shrug it off and get her a can of cider. Oh shit you forgot you had those. Definitely need to take those back with you for a personal pleasure. Hopefully none of them liked popping boba.
“So uh…” you start as you close the fridge. “You trying to evict me? Like the homes down in the south east neighbourhood?”
Milena looks up at you with wild eyes as you hand her the drink as if you found her diary.
“I don’t know what you mean.” She says taking the drink, eyeing the tab.
“New manicure? Here.” You take the drink from her and open it. “So what’s up.”
“I came to give you an invitation to a party.” She says offering you an envelope. You take it and look it over before looking at her.
“How old are you?” You ask.
“Excuse me?” She says offended. Damn she was easy.
“Milena Romanova, realtor and socialite. You make a lot of money in real estate and land deals. Land deals that don’t land the same money you do. Must be good.” Milena looks ticked.
“Now you’re funding the police, making friendly donations and spending time with the chief commissioner.”
“What are y-“
“Just making small talk. A couple guys I know from the precinct told me you guys are dating.” You say reclining on your old sofa, as if it were a throne. Milena doesn’t know what to make of you. You are certainly…different.
“My love life is my own.” Milena states. You shrug. “The invitation is for an event, inviting a few large names from the city. I understand you’re an aspiring artist.”
“Something like that.” You admit. Hopefully she hadn’t seen your most recent work. It may or may not have involved her posing on houses with… unmentionables spilling out the windows.
“I believe this could be a great opportunity for you. I know plenty of large names and often have art showcased at open houses.”
“Not sure I have the money to afford a nice outfit.” You say.
“If you’d like I could buy a couple of your pieces to cover costs. Of course it’s your choice.” She offers. She stands without you giving an answer, and leaving the open untouched can of cider on the coffee table along with the invitation.
“I have places to be. I hope to see you there.” She says going to the door. Milena steps out but turns to address you.
“I should mention, the chief commissioner has been looking for you. I think he’d like to get to know you more. If you don’t mind I’ll let him know where he can find you.” And without another word, she shuts the door. The room is silent. All you hear is the sound of the carbonation from Milena’s open cider. You take the cider and take a swig before getting to work.
Then you hear a noise from one of the rooms. You keep your phone recording, and go to your bag taking out your gun. You keep it pointed to the ground as you get closer to the closed door. You put a hand on the knob before shoving it open aiming the gun at the intruder.
“You mother fucker!” You shout.
“I can explain.” Graves says.
“Like hell you can.” You say. “Also my bedroom, seriously? This is a whole new level of creepy.”
“Thank you I try.” Graves puts sarcastically. “I came to leave you a note, I assumed you’d return. I wanted to warn you about Makarov but… you just had tea time with Milena.”
“Hardly tea time, she didn’t drink anything.” You say. “She follow you?”
“I hope not. Just in case don’t leave for a few hours.” Graves says. You nod understanding. “Stupid question but why are you here?”
“Came to pick up extra stuff.” You say going around him and getting the duffle bag from your closet. You start packing, and your hoodie sleeve slides up again. Graves notices.
“Who grabbed you… or are you and the boys of the 141 getting clo-“ Graves stops the question after you glare at him. “Teasing.”
“…Nolan grabbed me. I don’t know his last name.” You admit. You haven’t told anyone else.
“Does Price know?” He asks. You shrug and focus on packing extra clothes, before going to the bathroom to grab some extra supplies. Graves is quiet.
“You gonna go to the party?” He asks.
“Haven’t decided.” You say.
“Let me know if you want a ride.” He offers. “Take it Milena hasn’t seen your recent work. Hoo boy that’s some slander.”
You look at him, incredulous. “You saw nothing.”
“I saw works of art, and have no clue where they came from.” Graves says raising his hands. You smile a little but he doesn’t get to see it.
“How are you doing?” Graves asks. “You eating okay? Sleeping well?”
“The guys take good care of me.” You say coming back to the bag with a couple of items. You look around the room to see if you’re missing anything else.
“He’s getting close.” Graves says. “Makarov keeps asking me about you, and I’m giving him what I can without putting either of us at risk.”
“I need a favour.” You admit. Graves raises an eyebrow. “There’s a raid planned. The… a gang went to the docks a while ago trying to take down a drug shipment, but the drugs were protected. I know when the next raid will happen, and if you’re there you can look further into it.”
Graves stands there, admittedly surprised. You were giving him a lead, one to Makarov sure, but one that could get the others in shit.
“Send a tip to the station, make sure it comes to me and only me ya got that.” He instructs. You nod.
“Thank you.” You say. Graves gives a nod, and it’s an awkward silence. Graves looks at your wrist again.
“He grab you anywhere else?” He asks calmly. You rub your arm, and Graves sighs. Without warning he holds your shoulders, before pulling you into a hug. It’s oddly nice. A comfort. You can’t talk to Graves much but right now, you feel like you could spill your guts and he would listen.
“You stay safe kiddo.” He says quietly, not expecting you to hear it. You do. And you just squeeze a little tighter. He lets you go, looking down at you. Graves is about to say something but stops himself.
“Chill here, call a ride, go home.” He says. You nod and after a final good bye he walks out into the night.
Milena came over to Makarov’s home, greeting him with a kind smile.
“They’re all sent out?” He asks.
“Of course.” She says.
“Now we wait.” Makarov says. “The pieces will fall where they need to.”
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Without One Another
This is a follow up drabble to What Big Brothers Fear The Most, which you can read here if you need context. It's optional but it is required pfffft.
TW: Mentions of death, grief, self hatred, implied/mentions self harm thoughts, swearing
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Tails knocked on the door three times.
Just three, small thuds with his knuckles against his brother's door.
He hate to bother him, but after what happened a couple of minutes ago, he couldn't help but check up on Sonic.
He needed to make sure he's okay.
"Sonic?" Tails called. "Can I come in?"
After a moment of silence, Tails reconsidered knocking again. But kept moving his glove free hand away from the door, really hating to bother him.
He never bothered Sonic. He knew damn well. But it's two in the morning.
He should be asleep, not knocking at his door and especially not tinkering at his workbench. At least he didn't get scolded for that.
Again.
But it was all just so sudden for Sonic the Hedgehog to say all those things, which, to be fair, was something he needed to hear since forever, out of no where.
He did mention that he had a bad dream, and that he was okay now, but that's about it.
Tails felt like there is more to it than "just a bad dream" and "I'm fine now."
He did had a feeling on what that bad dream was about now.
He knocked again. Just like last time.
"Sonic?" He called, a little bit louder this time. Loud enough for him to hear from the other side, in case the real reason why Sonic didn't respond was because he couldn't hear him the first time.
"Do you mind if I come in and talk to you?" He asked, his ears pinning slowly.
He really didn't wanna bother him.
He's not bothering him. He is not bothering him.
No response again.
...He is, isn't he?
The fox sighed a heavy sigh. A tired one, even. He shouldn't be doing this at this hour. His sleep is much better than-
...Hell no. His sleep is not at all better than his brother's well being.
"I'm coming in." Tails says, before turning the knob and opening the door.
He wasn't ready to go in when he said that, but went in anyways, because he cares.
When the door is fully open, he could see the blue hedgehog himself, sitting on the edge of his bed with an exhausted look on his face, bags under his eyes and some sleep fluttering off his eyelashes.
He flinched slightly, not expecting a bright light coming through the doorway, since he was adjusted to the dark already. "Too bright." He grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Oops. Sorry." Tails says, before turning off the hallway lights he forgot to turn off before Sonic went to his room earlier.
"You, uh... You good, buddy?" He asked, a small weak grin rising on his muzzle, relived to see his brother looking somewhat calm, even though he's not asleep.
Though considering what happened, he doesn't blame him for not being asleep right now.
"Just wanted to check up on ya." He continued. "Got kinda worried back there." He scratched the back of his head, not sure on how to keep the conversation going.
He just wanted to talk to Sonic. To let him know that he's here.
"I'm fine." He says, turning his head to face his little brother, a clearly fake smile on his face, that did not match the tiredness in his emerald eyes.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"...Alright then."
The hedgehog let out a loud, long yawn. It went on long enough for even Tails to yawn along with him. After that, Sonic laughed for a bit.
"It's spreading!" He chuckled, despite the tired sounding tone.
Tails giggled quietly. "Oh, noooooo." He "panicked," raising his hands in "fear." He snorted another laughter.
At least they're both laughing together.
"Ah..." Sonic sighed. It felt good to laugh again. "But, yeah, I am fine, little buddy," He reassured. "Just a little tired, is all," He rubbed his right eye.
"And nothing else is wrong?"
"...Nope."
... ...
He exhaled through his stuffed up nose.
"...Just can't sleep, I guess."
Aha. There it is.
Tails knew that Sonic was hiding something from him. He is terrible at hiding things. Very terrible.
Tails walked in his room finally and approached his bed. He stood by him, not sure if he should sit next to him.
"Something on your mind?" Tails casually asked.
"Yeah."
"Mind... telling me what's wrong, then?" Tails asked softly.
"..."
He could read the discomfort from the way his eyes lowered. He knew he didn't wanna talk about it, but sometimes it's better to talk about it than bottle it up.
Sonic kept forgetting about that.
But what ever happened in Sonic's dream messed him up really bad. He's aware that is was a dream, but it was still bothering him.
Must've been terrifying if he's not asleep at the moment.
"You don't have to talk about it," Tails says. "I just want you to know that I'm here in case you do want to talk about it."
The corner of Sonic's lips quivered.
He does.
He looked up at the little kit, his smile gave up and his eyes look sad and restless. Tails frowned slightly, not enjoying seeing his buddy like this.
"It's about my nightmare," he began. "and what happened in it..."
"Okay..." Tails says, sitting down next to him, listening.
"I was fighting Metal and you were in the air fighting some Badniks," He continued. "when suddenly I was caught in an explosion. Infinite was there and... he cut my..."
He placed his hand where his throat is, not wanting to complete his sentence as for a second he remembered how painful that attack was.
Which is absurd, because he's pretty sure he weren't supposed to feel pain in dreams. But sometimes, he does, and it's pretty screwed up.
"I go down and you arrived at a pretty bad time." Sonic says. "I was bleeding out, and you... look so scared." His hands lightly grabbed on hold of the sheets, refusing to look back at the moment. Yet, he did.
Tails was listening to every word he has to say, and he looked more uncomfortable and concerned the more Sonic continued with the story.
"You were crying. You were screaming for me. And... I died right there in your arms. Leaving you all alone..."
He looked away to his right, not wanting to look at his little brother after saying that. He knew that Tails was a little frightened by those words.
And he was.
"I remember you saying something like, 'Don't leave me,' or 'I don't want to be alone.'" His ears pinned down to his head. "But I think the worst thing you said was... 'I can't live without you.'"
Tails' eyes rose.
Sonic sits up and let out a heavy, shaky sigh. He never wanted to tell him what his own brother said to him in his dream. It just doesn't make any sense. It was just a nightmare, so why would it be so stressful?
It didn't happen. It never will.
But...
When he looked back at Tails, there was worry.
Nothing but worry.
Sonic wanted to punch himself in the face so bad for doing this to his little baby brother.
"I was the only family you had, and... you lost it." He muttered out, almost sounding emotionless, yet there was a hint of grief. "You literally cannot live without me. Yet, I know you can take care of yourself, but... I've done so much for you... I never really thought about these kinds of things, but I-..."
He stopped himself, huffing out again and placing his hands on his face, his elbows supporting on his knees. "It's just pissing me off that this nightmare is scaring me this badly." His voice muffled through his hands.
"None of that happened!" He turned back at him, his voice raised. "I didn't die and you weren't saying all those... awful things. I know you would never say that, even if I did-"
"Don't say it."
A small crack in the young one's voice is all it takes to just... break his heart into two.
"You're right about me being independent, but... You have done so much for me, and you are the first person in my life who liked me, and didn't ditch me or hurt me because of my two tails." He says. "And I know I also have Amy, Knuckles, Blaze, everybody... but you... are so important to me, and you always will be, no matter how old I get."
"I know." He often forget that he'll always be important to Tails. Not just for when he's a kid. Not just for right now.
"I know almost every day, we face crazy challenges and go on wild adventures, but we also had some close calls. Like, very close calls. Times where we nearly lost you." Tails continued. "And that one time..." He paused. "...We did lose you."
Sonic exhaled again.
"I thought I could handle it. For the first couple of months. I really did. But..." He sniffled. "Going so long without the one person who will always be there for me, without the one person who changed, saved, my life, without the one person who made me happy to be me... to be alive..."
Sonic shuts his eyes tight.
"Everyone at the Resistance was there, but... you weren't. I thought, we thought, you were dead, Sonic..." He choked quietly. "We believed that for months. I believed that for months. About the third month in, I just... couldn't stand being in a picture that you weren't in."
Sonic hates himself so much right now.
"It's just not the same without my hero." He spoke up. "One night, I just ran away from the Resistance. I was all by myself. Just like my first few years. I wailed, I screamed, I wished that everything that happened around that time was all a horrible, horrible nightmare that I was having, and I would wake up, to you, comforting me, letting me know that everything is okay and that you wouldn't leave me."
You ruined everything, Sonic. The hedgehog scolded himself.
"But..." He continued. "Reflecting on myself after that night, I stood back up and fought on my own, not wanting to have another episode like that... Well, at least I tried to fight back. I can fight back, but... How could I if a part of myself was ripped out of me?"
Dark Gaia...
"I can't say that I can't live without you, but... the world would be a much cruel place without you." Tails says, tears stinging his ocean blue eyes. "If I never have met you, my life would be a living hell. Really. I would never be happy to be me if I never met someone like you. Or just, you at all. I am grateful to have met you, Sonic."
Tails exhaled, not wanting to cry. He couldn't help but shed a few tears anyways. He needed to at this point.
"I'd say that... I would react the same way if you did d- ...you know." He hated saying that word. It felt like if he did say that word, it would happen for real. Which, he knew it's not true, but still...
Sonic placed a hand on his cheek, sighing again. He felt so disappointed in himself, as a brother. If he couldn't beaten Infinite, knowing what he was capable of, then Tails wouldn't have gone through all that mess.
Good Lord, he was only a child. What is up with the universe trying to give this kid hell? He has done nothing wrong!
Why is he failing so hard?
A gross sniffle was heard from Sonic as he covered his face entirely, ready to cry again. It startled Tails.
"Sonic?" He says, reaching his hand out. "A-Are you okay-?"
"No, Tails." He barked. "I'm not okay. I suck! I suck at being there for you when you needed me the most! I knew damn well that I mean a lot to you, and if I could've just kick Infinite's- ...Grrrr!" He nearly failed to hold in his tears, but especially his resent towards himself.
He was important to everybody. But especially Tails.
And he failed to do the most important thing. Look after his baby brother.
"I knew the Eggman War was bad for you, but I didn't know it was this bad... You just didn't tell me these things and- ... ..."
A thought popped in his head. A thought that should never come up to him.
No. He wouldn't. He's too young. He fucking wouldn't.
"Sonic?"
The young voice made him snap back to reality for a brief moment. He turned his head to face him. Sonic was horrified of what he is about to ask him.
"I need you to be honest with me, Miles." He warned, never sounding so serious in his life.
"O-Okay...?"
"Tails... At any point during the Eggman War, have you ever attempted to hurt yourself...?"
" ... ...WHAT?!!"
The question gave Tails a major shock, and even a small jolt down his spine. "ARE YOU INSANE?! Why the heck would y- WHY THE- HOW COULD YOU ASK ME THAT?!" He shrieked, now off the bed and back on his feet, yelling at him.
"Those months were stressful for me, but I didn't try to- What the FUCK, Sonic!!" He sobbed.
Okay, out of ALL the swear words, he should NEVER, EVER use that word, but Sonic was so speechless and scared that he couldn't even give him that warning tone in his voice whenever he swears.
"I-I'm sorry! I was just- I was worried, and-"
"OF COURSE I didn't attempt that! God, just because I can't live without you, doesn't mean I LITERALLY can't! Wh-Why... Oh, my Gaia..." Tails covered his mouth. "I... This is my fault. I should've told you about what I was going through in the first place, but I made you assume... Oh, my Gaia, I'm so sorry, Sonic." He softly cried, crushed from the fact that Sonic was this worried about him right now.
The hedgehog loves him too much.
He hated the idea that Sonic was worried about his own brother doing... that to himself. Granted, that one night was the most stressful of them all, that he nearly thought of it, but he didn't. He refuse to think that way. That's why he kept fighting.
Cause he knew fully well that's not what Sonic wanted, alive or not.
And he was right. Sonic wouldn't want that.
If he wouldn't want that, then neither would Tails.
"No. Don't apologize. Please." Sonic stood up as well, his voice breaking. "It's not your fault-"
"Well, it's not your fault either, Sonic!" Tails croaked. "Neither of us saw it coming! Especially me!"
"I just wished you would've told me about how you were feeling- I mean, you never really told me until we were on the Starfall Islands, but-"
"I thought it wouldn't matter because everything is okay-"
"YOU THINK I'M OKAY WITH YOU HIDING ALL THIS FROM ME?" He roared, tears beginning to stream. "YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME, GOD DAMMIT! YOU MEAN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
Tails never felt terrified of his big brother's voice.
"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!"
... ...
... ...
Tails hiccuped. Sonic panted. No words can be exchanged. Only looks.
Sad, hurt, protective looks.
The hedgehog huffed. Feeling worse than he already was. But he didn't care. All he ever cared about was his little two-tailed brother.
"You've done a lot for me, Tails." He spoke. His voice was dying out but he couldn't care less. "All my life I thought being a hero is just doing everything yourself and taking care of yourself, but I was wrong. I never realized how wrong I was until I met you."
The fox sniffled, listening to every, little word from his hero.
"Without you, I probably would never have found the Chaos Emeralds, or stop the Death Egg, or save Angel Island, or stop Perfect Chaos, any of that stuff! My life would never be the same if I never met you. In fact, I'm not even sure if I would make it out alive without you."
His voice was trembling, but for the first time in a long time, he didn't care that he was crying in front of someone.
"You made a huge impact on my life, Tails. I owe you everything. Really..." He barely showed off such a sweet smile, but he's so tired and drained from yelling and just, staying up so late, he couldn't find the energy to smile at all right now.
"I am grateful to have you as my brother. And I know I don't say this a lot, but I think about it every time I see my friends, including you... I love you. I love you til the stars twinkle their last shine" A small sob escaped when he spoke the last couple of words.
He meant every word.
"And you wanna know something? Even if, I did die, I'm not really gone, okay? I will remain with you and everyone else forever, whether I'm in person or in spirit. I will always be in your heart and I will always love you, Miles "Tails" Prower."
He held both of Tails' hands as he began to cry. The young fox cried along with him, hearing the last sentence on loop in his head.
He really meant every, single word.
The two brothers embraced in a big hug. The biggest hug they could ever give for each other. Sonic held onto Tails for dear life as he finally sobbed loud enough for even the critters from outside to hear.
Tails hiccuped and cried continuously, not wanting to let go of the one person who changed his life for the better.
For once, they both wish this hug would last forever.
They don't care if they stayed up all night, they refuse to let each other go.
They cannot live without one another.
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Two things woke Tails up; the sounds of birds chirping outside the window, and Sonic's monstrous snoring.
He tried to open one eye, but it was all blurry and covered in sleep. "Aw, geez... Why did I cry so much...?" He jokingly asked to himself, rubbing his eyes.
He sits up and was about to get off of the bed, but Sonic's snoring startled him a bit and he turned to see him snuggling against one of his pillows.
He looks so goofy, he thought to himself.
He's happy that Sonic's finally getting some good sleep.
Tails looked around to find himself in Sonic's room. When was the last time he slept in Sonic's room?
Old habits die hard, apparently.
"Zzzzzz... n-no chili..." Tails turned his head back the moment he heard him muttered something. "ZZZzzz, no mm chili dogs, 'm full. Thk you fr askin' though, Vanilla, zzzzzz..." He slurred.
Dreaming about chili dogs. Of course he is. Tails snickered.
He looked at the time and it read 11:38. Tails was surprised on how much or the morning is left. Him and Sonic stayed up for so long, just doing nothing but crying and hugging.
Didn't sound like a lot, but it was a long night regardless.
They needed to be there for each other, and it took them this long enough to finally have a moment with each other.
And even after all this time, Tails is still Tails, and Sonic is still Sonic.
And they're still brothers.
What a time to be alive.
"Yo. Big bro." Tails poked Sonic's cheek to wake him up.
"Mmmaybe one more bite wouldn't hurt..." Sonic mumbled before nibbling on his hand.
Tails covered his mouth, quieting down his laughter. Oh, this is his morning coffee. This is entertainment.
He needed this laugh.
"Sonic, wake up. You're dreaming." He hate to ruin the moment, but he needed to wake his brother up. He didn't want him to sleep through the day.
When Sonic's eyes open, the first thing he could see was most of his hand in his mouth. His eyes rose in confusion before he sits up, getting the hand out of his mouth and spitting out in disgust.
"What the heck was I doing??" He cried. Tails was laughing so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"Tails, please don't tell me you saw the whole thing!" Sonic felt so silly. He always known he spoke in his sleep, but this is ridiculous.
"Relax, Sonic. Everyone chews on their own hand in their sleep at some point in their lives." Tails says, getting up and already heading out of the door.
"Doubt that..."
"Yet here it are."
"Shut it." Sonic kept himself from laughing.
He gets up too, putting on his chili dog themed slippers, reading to start the day. "Geez, what a night... I felt like a crybaby."
"Hey. Don't say that." Tails spoke, turning to the hedgehog. "It's okay to cry. I can tell you've been needing to let it out for some time now."
"Yeah..." Sonic said in agreement. He scratched the back of his ear, feeling bad. "Hey, I'm sorry for telling you about all that stuff. I didn't mean to bring you down like that. My nightmare was pretty messed up and-"
"Sonic. It's okay." Tails reassures with a genuine smile. "It's okay to feel and talk about certain things. I'm glad that you get to talk to me about it. Even if it was messy, we still talked it out."
"Yeah." Sonic says, smiling as well. "Thanks. For being there for me."
"I should be thanking you, dude. But, you're welcome. Anything for my big bro!"
He opened the door and walked out. "I'm getting breakfast ready! You hungry?" He called out from outside the room.
"Some waffles sound pretty good!" Sonic replied out loud.
"Okay, cool!" The kit says.
Sonic chuckled softly. He still felt silly after his and Tails' talk, but at the same time, he felt a lot better now.
He may not be used to talking about his feelings, but at least his little buddy was there to listen to him all the way through.
He truly is grateful to have a brother like Tails.
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#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#brothers#sonic fanfiction#my fanfiction#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#tw mention of death#tw grief#tw self hatred#tw self h4rm#tw swearing#Don't worry it'll get very fluffy soon!#I'm surprised this was shorter than I thought. Probably because I'm so tired and I need sleep lmao apologies if this felt rushed...#Some AO3 fics and drabbles I came across inspired me to write the absolute brothers.#been a hot minute since I posted my writing but HEY! I'm finally kicking writer's block's ass!
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3 MONTHS, 3 DAYS, AND 33 MINUTES
3 Months, 3 Days, and 33 Minutes Masterlist
SUMMARY II you've always had feelings for your gray haired senior. To the point that you'd confess to the man in front of the whole Akademiya. Pitying you, he gives you 3 months, 3 days and 33 minutes to make him fall for you. Let the roller coaster of chaos begin!
PAIRINGS || Alhaitham x Gender Neutral Reader, slight Kaveh x reader
TAGLIST || @star-star-fall-inlove @nachotrash @baelloraa @tanspostsblog @kalpie @makimakimi @nishayuro @zomzomb1e @sassy-cat-in-town @aloveablechaos @ceylestia @severedvigility @goubaia @6-022-10-23 @duhsies @suwnshine @xiaos-wife1 @kysrion @kunikuzushisbeloved @mariposa666haruka @sunsinrinn @milkm4nz @klementime @beesgobuzzbuzz @perhapseven7eggs @fluffyxcloudz @orionicchaos @1-800asimpforfugo
BOLD MEANS I CAN'T TAG YOU, IF THERE'S A CHANGE IN UR USERNAME, PLEASE TELL ME!!
TW || idiot tries to cook for the first time in their life, skin burns, ugly pie, cussing, Yeo's unfunny jokes.
CHAPTER III — how to cook for dummies
“ I heard the fastest way to someone's heart is by cooking them a good meal! ” Xiangling suggested.
“ Or just by surgery. ” Shenhe replied back.
“ I DON'T WANT THAT GUY'S HEART WHAT THE FUCK, SHENHE. ”
“ Well, Xiangling does have a good idea.. ” [Name] mumbled to themselves, “ But... I have something to confess to you guys.. ” The two girls bopped their head in confusion.
“ I have never once touched a pan in my life. ”
...
“ Well.. It's okay! I can teach you how to cook! ” “ You're doomed, [Name]. ” “ Please shut up, Shenhe. I know damn well I'm doomed. ”
“ Plus, it's fine, Xiangling! You're busy with your own restaurant AND studies. I can teach myself how to cook. TeyvatTube exists for a reason! ” [Name] sweat dropped, not trying to bother Xiangling.
“ Awwh, alright then. Best of luck to you!! Oh, and, if you want to cook some exotic new recipes, come to me! I'm sure Alhaitham would love them! ” “ Yeah, uhh, I'll pass on that- Thanks for the offer! ”
The blue haired girl then left the almost-empty lecture hall, leaving you and Shenhe alone.
“ ... ” “ ... ”
“ Don't ask me to cook for you. I'm not that good of a cook myself. ” The [taller/shorter] woman stood up, before following Xiangling out of the lecture hall.
“ SHENHE. YOU LITERALLY MAJOR AT COOKING. ”
Apples, apple cider vinegar, sugar, flour, vanilla extract, all-butter crust, brandy, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, an egg..
And a clueless [Name].
They were searching up on Giigle on cookings for beginners and decided to make Apple Pie.
Looked up the recipe, bought the ingredients, put on an apron, and quietly, the [Hair Color] thought.
This shouldn't be too hard!
Stupid bitch.
Look at them now, the pie that's supposed to look good is as black as your dad's ball sack AND their hand is burnt because they forgot to use a glove when opening to oven.
Along with a confused Kokomi at the door of her side of the dorm room. Wondering why the hell is there screaming and oven dings.
“ KOKOMI HELP UEEHSUEHEHSHEU ” [Name] sniffed, snot and tears seen at their pathetic looking face.
“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?? ” “ I - I WAS JUST TRYING TO- COOK UP AN APPLE PIE FOR ALHAITHAM BUT IT'S SO HA- HARD. ” hiccups and snots were making it hard for the now-pathetic person to speak, making them look even more pathetic.
“ OH MY GOD, [NAME]. CLEAN YOURSELF UP, I'LL CLEAN THE KITCHEN. AND WE'LL TRY AGAIN TOGETHER, OKAY?? ” “ O - OKAY ” Kokomi put both her hands on her roommates shoulders, trying to calm them down.
You can't have shit in Teyvat Akademiya 😒
“ Here! ”
“ ... What is this? ” Alhaitham asked, questioning the lunch box wrapped with a [Favorite Color], polka dot patterned cloth.
“ It's an apple pie! I heard from Kaveh that you don't like soup so.. yeah! ” [Name] scratched their cheek, nervous. “ It took me hours and Kokomi's help with this because I've never once touched the kitchen in my life so you better appreciate every last bite!! ”
Looking at the lunch box, [Name]'s face, the lunch box again, and [Name]'s face again. Before finally noticing the bandages wrapped at the person's hand.
“ Alright then. ” The man finally took the lunch box from the [Hair Color]'s hand. Confused as to why they won't leave.
“ I wanna watch you eat it! I didn't taste test it for myself, so I want to see your reaction. ” [Name] stated.
I'm so dead.
Taking a slice from the pie, the man couldn't help but shiver a bit. Finally taking a bite. It's taste is surprisingly..
Good?
But of course, his surprise wasn't shown through his face.
“ Well? What do you think? Is it good? ” [Name] asked, curious yet nervous at the same time.
“ It's.. Tolerable, to say the least. ” Alhaitham answered, “ SO- It's good?? YES! ” [Name] whisperer the last part.
“ Okay! From now on, I'll cook for you!! And you better appreciate it, okay?! Because I WILL work hard for each and every one of those! ” The [Hair Color] stated gleefully.
“ Oh, shit! I gotta go. My lecture's gonna start soon!! See you, Haitham! And you better finish those! ” [Name] waved the male goodbye before leaving him alone with the lunchbox, along with his thoughts.
...
Taking another bite while opening his book, he thought.
Maybe, they're not so bad after all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE || this was a true story abt me trying to make apple pie except I made it for no one 🧍♀️
cuz i dont need no man cheering me up 💪😘🌟
#3 months 3 days and 33 minutes series#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x male reader#genshin impact x female reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x male reader#genshin x female reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#alhaitham#genshin alhaitham x reader#genshin alhaitham#alhaitham x reader#al haitham#alhaitham x reader fluff
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I would love to read a one shot about Colson being jealous/possessive because a guy is trying to flirt with his girl. Smut too please 🥺
here you go! i hate this sm😭
-Jealous-
Plot:Another man flirts with you (Colson's girlfriend)
tags/warnings:jealously,mention of a drug deal,small degradation,praise, “sir” kink,aggression kinda,angst
You and Colson were on the way to his dealer. He's been out of his pills for a while and has been begging you to come with him. His hand was on your thigh,the other hand on the wheel. "Ma,hand me a blunt." He said. you nodded,reaching into the glove department then lighting it and passing it to him. He grabbed it and you used one of your hands to grab the wheel for him.
"Who is this guy you're buying from? Have I met him before?" You asked as he passed it back to you and you took your hand off the wheel. "Nah,he's new. He seems okay,good prices." He responded. You looked out the window and watched as he parked in front of a big white house. He went to the other side of the car and opened the door for you,his hand holding yours.He looked at you and pulled your crop top up,trying to cover your boobs.
You both walked onto the porch and a tall man came out of the house. Colson shook his hand then turned back to you, "I forgot my money in the car wait here." He said. He walked away at the dealers eyes immediately went to you. "God damn." He mumbled under his breath,his eyes looking at you up and down.
"Hm?" You asked,trying to act like you didn't hear him. His hand grabbed your hand and he traced his fingers around the gems on your promise ring. "This is pretty." He said. "You're so pretty."
"Uhm thank you,but i'm with Colson." You said,backing up a little with his hand still on yours. Colson came back from the car and immediately took the hand the dealer was holding. He slipped the money in his hand,took the pills,then immediately walked off with you. He gripped your hand tight and his body tensed up as he walked you over to the car.
"Colson are you o- " You started to ask but he cut you off. "Why was he touching you like that?" He asked. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn't even realize he was starting to get into the back seat.You sat next to him and he pushed you against the car door.
"I'll ask again,why was he touching you?" He asked,putting a hand roughly on your thigh. “I don’t know,he was looking at my ring.” You mumbled,his grip on your thigh getting tighter. “Oh yeah? So he knows you’re mine.” He said. You nodded, “he does. he kept calling me pretty.” You said. “Mm.” He said. He grabbed your neck and pushed you again against the window. “Suck my dick.” He said.
“What?” You asked,surprised. “He wants my girl? He’s gonna have to see you suck my dick,make him know you’re mine.” He said. He turned around,opening the door behind him. “You’re leaving the door open? People are gonna see.” You said. He laughed,shrugging his shoulders. You knew as soon as he gets jealous he starts not to care,he just wants to prove his point. “Good,let them see. Let them hear.” He said. “Colson this is crazy shouldn’t we just wait-” You tried to say but he cut you off. “Get on your knees.” He said. You loved when he was demanding,especially when he was jealous. You loved making him satisfied.
You agreed,getting on your knees in front of the seat he was sitting on. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down. You palmed his boner through his boxers and he let out a low groan under his breath. You pulled down his boxers and he took your hair and put it in a makeshift ponytail. You spit in your hand and swirled it around his tip. “Suck.” He said,under his breath. You put him into your mouth and used your hands for what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
You pulled him out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around his tip. He grabbed you by the ponytail and pushed himself further into your mouth and it hit the back on your throat. You tried your hardest not to gag. You started to suck harder and he helped you bob your head up and down. “Just like that.” He said. You continued,sucking harder and harder by the second. “Ah fuck.” He whined,his head falling back. “Faster,i’m gonna cum soon.” He groaned out.
You listened to him,wanting to please him. You bobbed your head up and down faster and he bucked his hips up,starting to fuck your throat. “Fuck.” He said. You still sucked,precum starting to go down your throat. “i’m gonna cum.” He said. He pulled out of your mouth and you starting to jerk him off. “Shit,y/n.” He moaned. He came on your face,followed by a couple of moans.
Your mascara started dripping from a mix of cum and tears being on your face. He reached into the front seat and used a tissue to wipe your face. “Good girl.” He praised. “Don’t ever let someone else touch your hand like that. You’re sucking my dick,not his.” He reminded. “Yes sir.” You responded.
“Come up here.”He said,patting the seat next to him. You leaned back against the window. “Can I?” He asked. You nodded. He pulled down your jeans and underwear. “Hold my hand,i want to get his touch off of you while I fuck you.” He demanded. He grabbed your hand and you held his. His jealously and demanding turned you on more than you could imagine.
He entered you almost immediately after grabbing your hand. You moaned as soon as you felt him inside of you. “Col.” You moaned. He started to pound into you quickly,not even giving you time to get used to slow thrusts. “You can take me.” He said,his movements getting even more intense. “Oh fuck.” You whined,your head pressing against the window.
“Moan my name. You’re mine. Remember that when you’re cumming for me. It’s for me,no one else.” He said between moans and heavy breathing. “Fuck,Colson.” You moaned,encouraging him to go deeper. “Fuck!” Colson moaned.
“Cum for me.” He said,followed by a deep groan. You took a deep breath,the pleasure bringing even more tears to your eyes. “Shit.” You moaned,cumming around him as even more cum came out of him. He pulled out of you quickly and you groaned at the missing pleasure. “You did so good for me.” He praised. He came up to you and kissed you,slipping a little tounge into your mouth. He eventually pulled away and squeezed your hand. “You’re mine,yeah?” He asked. “Of course.” You responded. “Good girl.”
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A full transcribe of DAVE YORK'S dialogue/lines from the film THE EQUALIZER 2.
Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.
I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤
FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.
FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:
I can’t find a file on this guy. When did he become one of ours?
I’d do what she says, Brian.
Oh damn, and leave this shitty office? You know, Brussels has the best chocolates.
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Hard drive contents and cell records?
Susan.
You okay?
Right behind you.
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Hey. Calbert’s bank records are fine. Texts, emails. No marital discord. No girlfriends, no boyfriends, no lovers. Not even an inappropriate message to a co-worker.
Noted. Noted.
Data on Calbert’s hard drive just came in.
Oh, uh. Watch.
You got it.
Guess I’m going back out.
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I was in the same lobby when that bomb went off. Looking right at you… when that hotel came down on us. You were there and then you weren't.
I went to your funeral. Grieved… a long time over you. Susan, she knew?
I was your partner for seven years, Mac. I never kept anything from you.
I never had a chance to say how sorry I was about Vivienne. You still at the beach?
Well I got me that cabin. Take the wife and kids up a couple times a year. Wouldn't have any of it, if it weren’t for Susan. Life got… dark. She talked me off that ledge I was heading over.
I owe her my life.
No, not for years. Hell of a team we were, right?
Who?
Pieces of them. Couple of tweakers with sheets as long as my arm. My good arm, anyway. Gas explosion. That's what they’re calling it.
Tying up loose ends.
Close-quarter technique.
Mac, whatever it is, whatever you need… I’m in.
Same mud.
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Listen…
York.
He was right-handed, why?
Powder residue came from a latex glove. 20,000 euros were found in the backpackers’ flat. Hey, Bob. Those guys were set up.
They didn’t know he was one of ours.
Keep me posted.
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Oh, my God. My life… is so hard. Here's your grapes. Come on. Show me what you can do.
Seriously.
Hi, baby. Mommy made a nice map. “A. Maine”. Very good. “B. New Ham… New Hamster.” Carol, who is it? Carol?
It’s New Hampshire, not New Hamster.
Okay. You leave it “New Hamster”.
Baby, I’m so sorry. I must have forgot. This is… uh, I got the days mixed up. Robert McCall. This is my wife, Carol.
Come here, baby. Come here. Say hi to… call him Mac.
Do you want some coffee?
Sit down. Come here. You alright?
Thanks. What's going on?
I’m on it. I’m on it.
You died. That’s what happened. Three months after you, mm, disappeared, government shut us down. I went private right after. Doing the same things you and I did for God and country, killing names on a piece of paper, only now… now there’s a price next to them.
Who said they were the enemy? Not us. Not me. We just followed orders. Mac… There are no good and bad people anymore. No… no enemies. Just… unfortunates.
Unfortunate.
No-one knew the Brussels contract was a deep agency asset. Susan was gonna figure out who was in that dining room. She was the only one who could have, right? Until you crawled out of your grave.
Susan worked in a dangerous world, Mac. Could have happened anytime, by anybody.
Just… You spare me the righteous bullshit, alright? You do what you have to do and you move on.
Oh yeah, what about you? Do you deserve to die for yours?
Oh, alright. Well, guess what? There is no sin. No virtue. It’s just shit people do. They trained us to kill people and risk our lives doing it. And then one day you get a call saying they’re done with you. “Thank you for your service. Here’s a plaque.” You need a job? Good luck. You need medical insurance? See the VA. See, one day you’re an asset. The next, you’re a fucking afterthought. It was a natural evolution. It’s who we were. It’s what we did. It’s what you did. Now, it’s what we do.
It's not just me, Mac. It’s all of us. Ari, Resnik, Kovac. All of us.
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It’s a mistake to go to war with us, McCall.
We all want you to know none of this is, uh, personal.
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I know where he’s headed. He’s going home.
Hey, kid. Back up.
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Where are you?
Slow down.
That was his wife's bakery.
Pull over here.
Clear the alley. Mac’s house is back there.
Taking high ground.
Kovac, move in. Ari, what’s your sitrep?
I see him.
Say again.
Push towards the ocean. Repeat. Push towards the ocean!
Ari! Resnik! Somebody talk to me!
Goddamn it!
Rear of the bakery.
Move inside, Resnik. Move inside.
Resnik, do you copy? Resnik! Come back! Fuck!
Not exactly.
Remember what you taught me? Always have a contingency plan. Come on, Mac. Show yourself!
I don't know who the kid is, Mac, or if he means anything to you. I took the chance that he matters. I’ll make it simple. Step out, show yourself, and I won’t kill the kid.
The wind makes it interesting. Side mirror. Two more, third one goes through the middle of the trunk. Tail light. I was a hair off on that one, I might've hit the kid.
Alright. Times up, Mac.
Nice move, Mac. But it's not gonna make any difference. Where are you, you son of a bitch?
Fuck you, Mac! Fuck you! You couldn’t save your wife, you couldn't save Susan, and you’re not gonna save this fucking kid! Is that in your playbook? Is that in your fucking playbook?!
Show yourself!
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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE
#dave york#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#PPCU#the equalizer 2#dave york the equalizer 2#dave york dialogue
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A NSFW combo 9. “I want you so bad” and 10. “Oh?” with Adrian Chase?
Yessssss 😍✊
Baby it’s cold outside
Adrian Chase x Fem Reader
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Summary: Adrian comes home from a long cold day and all he wants is you
Warnings/contains: brief mention of reader being a hero, smut, needy adrian, PiV sex, bodyworship, smut with little plot
A/n: need more requests for him omg 🤷 also I’m so so so sorry it takes me forever to get these out to you guys but merry Christmas to those who celebrate ❤️❤️ and this is not read over so I apologize I’m tired and forgot to post this!
I heard the clank of Adrian’s helmet as he dropped it on the wood floor by the front door of our shared apartment. Followed by his heavy footsteps. I clicked my phone off and waited to see him by the door.
It was late and I couldn’t sleep. Not without knowing he was right by my side. It was also freezing outside, snow lightly covered the sidewalks. Him being there next to me just reassured my paranoia and kept me comfortable with my own home. We’ve had people break in because they knew us which is dangerous. The amount of times Chris came over in full Peacemaker costume was insane.
Either for him to pick us up for patrol, or for me to make him new clothing. Of course we got weird looks after he was in our home but honestly we were about used to it.
I turned my side table lamp on and saw Adrian’s tired expression. His eye brows were furrowed and he has a obvious exhausted frown. Snow lightly covers his shoulders but melted quickly causing his suit to dampen quickly.
“Are you okay love?” My voice was groggy. He inched closer to the bed and I almost couldn’t hear what he mumbled out. It was so faint and quiet yet I heard the words
“I want you so bad.” He whined. I was taken aback about what he said. With how he looked so sleepy I couldn’t believe that sex was the top thing at his mind.
“You look completely exhausted. Are you sure your even up for it?” I made sure to clarify. Sometimes he said stuff he didn’t mean when he was tried or things that didn’t make complete sense. He kicked off his boots and took off his gloves.
“Please. I just need you so badly. I’ve been aching for you all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His hands immediately reached out just for me to touch. I winced at his cold touch.
“Your freezing.” I rubbed my thumb over his bruised knuckles.
“Well baby it’s cold outside.” He laughed slightly. “I need you to touch me please.”
“Oh?” My brows raised. I small smile played on my lips. He just looked so needy it was sweet. “Come here.” He shuffled onto the bed and I pulled his chest plate off. This is one way to warm us up I guess. A damn good way.
I kissed his lips softly, with need and love. His hands unsure what to do with them hovered in the air. I took one of his hands and placed it on my chest and the other on my waist. He didn’t bother wasting time and started to grab and massage those soft places. I lightly moaned into his mouth with the feeling. I removed the top half of his suit throwing it lightly on the ground next to him.
He quickly flipped me on top of him, his hands now grabbing my hips.
“Slow down Adrian.” I gasped. “I haven’t even gotten my clothing off yet.”
“I know I just need you so fucking bad right now.” He complained. He pulled up my shirt and took in my body. He traced my skin with his cold rough fingers. I lightly wincing from how cold he was. “God but so beautiful I can’t keep my eyes of you.” Always a flirt Adrian. I undid my bra and tossed it somewhere where his armor was. “Why are you so hot all the time?” He looked between my breasts and my eyes it was in a way cute.
“If you need me so bad we gotta get these pants off baby.” I tugged at them but I really just needed him to raise his hips. He did as I said and raised his hips to remove his pants but bumped my crotch in the process making me ache more and more for him. Me not wearing my sleep pants to bed made this scene very convenient .
He looked so needy and ready under the dim lighting, only provided by a small light in the corner of my room.
“You ready baby?” I teased trying to drag this on longer than it already has been. Adrian looked like he was gonna cry just from the pure lust and desire he has in this moment but yet he nodded profusely, his glasses askew on his face.
I removed his boxers and he let out a small groan just from the swift motion. I smiled down at his rosy cheeks. I hooked my underwear to the side and hovered above him. His hands still gripped on my hips were done with the teasing and they forced them down onto his cock. I let out a gasp mixed with a moan.
“Aw so needy- oh fuck.” I tried to make a comment but was quickly cut off by him. I held onto his shoulders as he thrusted his hips upward into me.
“Oh baby your body is so sweet I can get enough.” His icy hands tailed to my breasts and cupped them.
“Shit your cold Adrian!” I complained. His hands started to squeeze and hold them.
“I know, I know.” He hushed. He lightly speeded up his pace, fucking right up. I started to move my hips to match his pace. Both of his had our heads lulled back in pleasure.
“Fuck- I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” He sighed leaned to kiss and suck my neck. There was sure to be dark marks in the morning.
Adrian looked gorgeous like this. Like a picture I could stair at forever. His mouth was slightly open with groans and moans making their way out of his mouth. His muscular arms and hands holding me like I’m nothing. I could never get enough of this.
“I love you so much. And your. All. Mine.” He said through each thrust. “I swear I could be in you forever.” His cold hands went to my clit and rubbed small shapes.
“Fuck Adrian I’m gonna cum.” Adrian was tried and that’s all he really needed to push himself over the edge. “Oh your so good for me… so good Adrian.” I sighed resting my forehead against his.
“Your perfect for me.” Adrian peppered kisses all of my cheeks before lifting me to lay next to his body.
I guess you could say we’re warm now.
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Part Five of Alone Together :))))) Part One. Part Four. AO3 Link.
Steve looks around his living room, fully decked out in holiday decorations because the kids insisted that just the tree wasn’t enough. He doesn’t know where they got the energy from. Probably the leftover sugar cookies.
He wanders around, giving the bottom of the catwalk a wide berth where someone had slyly tied up mistletoe. Sometimes he really hates love – or rather the PDA that comes with love. Maybe he’s just lonely.
Or maybe he’s jealous because everyone has the real thing while he has... a pact. A pact that can’t be spoken about or else it might destroy the whole situation. And Steve would rather be alone together rather than alone and heartbroken. Plus, he can’t ruin everyone else’s fun if him and Eddie suddenly get extremely awkward around each other.
But Steve knows that things are better when they’re fake even when they seem real. Because he always disappoints when it comes to the real deal.
Steve finds himself back on his couch, noting how it feels too big and cold. He misses Eddie. It’s crazy because he’s seen him nonstop for days now, but he can’t help it.
The doorbell rings.
Steve springs up and sprints towards the door flinging it open. “Hey Ed-”
Robin raises her eyebrows. “Definitely not Eddie.” Steve sighs. “Hey now, I thought I was your best friend! Don’t look too disappointed to see me,” Robin says stepping past Steve and into the house.
“Sorry. And hey, I distinctly remember you complaining for months whenever I showed up at your house instead of Nancy. Speaking of, where is she? I thought you two and all the other couples were inseparable,” Steve jokes but it comes out a little too serious.
Robin sighs and holds out a tub of ice cream Steve didn’t realize she had carried in. “I thought we could hang out like old times. Ice cream for dinner. Got your Scoops uniform around here?” Robin jokes.
“God, no,” Steve lies. It’s in his closet with some dried blood caked into the collar still, but for some reason he can’t throw it away. The memories with Robin seem to trump the Russians, but that’s probably because of the truth serum and likely concussion.
He realizes Robin is still standing there with ice cream in her bare hands. Steve takes the ice cream and makes his way to the kitchen digging in his drawers for two spoons. “Where are your gloves? It’s freezing outside.”
“I forgot them in Nancy’s car, but it’s not like I’m planning on going outside today.” Steve nods and takes a stab into the ice cream. “So,” Robin says in the tone that means she’s about to pry about something, “you and Eddie.”
Steve shovels a large scoop of ice cream into his mouth to try to get out of answering that for a few moments longer. He shrugs as the ice cream melts, but Robin continues to stare, not letting him out of this one. “We, uh, made a pact. With all the couples being all...” Steve cringes realizing Robin is included in the bunch, but he continues, “Well, it was hard to enjoy all the holiday stuff, so I told Eddie about it. He suggested that instead we should pair up – single together or a promised holiday date.”
Robin continues to stare at him as if she’s expecting more. “That’s it?” she questions.
“Yeah,” Steve says avoiding eye contact as he digs for more ice cream.
“Bullshit.”
Steve looks up at his best friend and sees the determination in her gaze. “Okay, fine. Maybe I have feelings for him or something. But that’s probably just all the holiday spirit stuff! And who knows if he likes me, too. You know how flirtatious he is, and he loves to play a part – that’s why he loves D&D so much, you know?”
Robin rests her spoon on her bottom lip and seems to consider what he said. “Well, he’s playing the part really well. Come on, he’s liked you since you ripped that damn bat apart. Need I remind you of the ‘big boy’ comment?”
Steve’s cheeks flush as he recalls the exact moment that made him question his whole sexuality. He had talked to Robin after everyone was sure that Vecna was dead, and she had been really cool about it – after she had screamed about how she knew it. He had gotten over the crisis pretty quickly and thought not too much of it. Steve Harrington liked girls and boys and that was that.
Of course, it was easier to date girls because it was Hawkins, and there were only a handful of people who weren’t straight. That is until his entire friend group had started to come out. Being so close to death kind of makes things like that seem less consequential. But Steve knows that he’s lucky to have such a supportive network of people. So, he had started to look at boys more, but weirdly enough it seemed like he only had eyes for Eddie.
“Thoroughly reminded, thanks,” Steve says breaking out of his memories. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I just think for now it’s easier testing the waters. I’ll talk to him eventually once all the holiday hanging out dies down or something. I just don’t want to jinx anything and make the group feel like they have to tiptoe around the two of us if it goes wrong.”
“You realize that all of us toe that line already with the risk of accidentally breaking up the group if we break up, right? Don’t you think it’ll be better to know it’s all real than to find out it was one sided and get your heart broken in the process?” Robin questions offering up a really good point that Steve just can’t listen to at the moment.
“I’d rather have him this way than not at all,” Steve replies.
Robin’s expression turns sympathetic, and Steve really doesn’t want to be pitied right now. Luckily, his phone rings before Robin can say anything.
Steve answers it quickly, “Harrington residence.”
“Steve, look outside! It’s snowing! Get your ass over to the Wheeler’s right now! I have to call Eddie next, bye!” Dustin yells into the phone.
“You heard all that from there, right?” Steve asks Robin.
“Yep,” she says popping the ‘p.’
“Come on, let’s get you some gloves and warmer clothes. I guess we’re going outside after all.”
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The snow is falling harder than he imagined it would and is sticking to the ground as he pulls into the Wheeler’s driveway and parks behind Eddie’s van. His heart pounds, and he hesitates to get out of the car.
“You ready?” Robin asks him, gloved hand resting on top of his.
Steve gives her a tight smile and nods. He climbs out of his car only to immediately get pelted with something. Then again. And again. He brushes the snow off his coat and yells, “I still have the nail bat in my trunk!”
The kids jump out from behind Eddie’s van with their hands up. “It’s just snowballs!” Max yells. One of Eleven’s hands drop to wipe her nose.
Steve rolls his eyes. “Snowballs being thrown with El’s powers are not just snowballs.”
El guiltily smiles at him. Eddie’s head pops out from behind the van as he questions, “Nail bat?”
Robin comes up from where she was hiding behind Steve’s car. “Oh, you still have a lot to catch up on, but Steve will fill you in on it inside.” Steve feels her push him forward, but instead of walking forward he stops and bends down.
“I’ll fill him in later, but for now...” Steve quickly scoops up a snowball and throws it towards the group. It hovers in the air right before it reaches Max. Steve nods and looks at El, “Redirect that towards Dustin, would you?”
“You asshole- Oof!” Dustin takes a moment to brush the snow off his face and hair before looking angrily at Steve. “Oh, it’s on!”
“El no powers!” Steve yells as he hurries to make another snowball.
A huge snowball fight breaks out across the Wheeler’s front yard. At first, it’s a free for all, but slowly, all the couples begin to team up. Except El and Eddie who seemingly disappear. It becomes very apparent which person in the couples are using the other as a human shield – Max, Mike, Robin, Jonathan, and Dustin.
Steve thinks he’s doing pretty well on his own, until he sees the snowball Lucas has just thrown coming directly at him. He braces himself, but the snowball never comes.
“Oof! Shit!” Steve opens his eyes to find Eddie on the ground in front of him. He gives him a pained smile.
“What are you doing?” Steve says with a laugh.
“Making sure you don’t get reconcussed. Lucas has a strong arm,” Eddie comments rubbing at his chest. Steve looks around before he lays next to Eddie on the ground. “What are you doing?” Eddie asks, looking towards him.
“Making a snow angel,” Steve says, doing exactly that. He feels ridiculous and likely looks so too, but this doesn’t stop Eddie from joining him. Steve laughs as Eddie simultaneously attempts to catch snowflakes in his mouth.
“Ready to look at the masterpieces?” Steve asks propping himself up on his elbows.
“Always,” Eddie says, hopping up to his feet and helping Steve up. They turn and look down. They’re… something. The wings are a bit overlapped in the middle, and Steve is sure they both could’ve spent a few more minutes on them but... “They’re perfect,” Eddie says with a toothy grin.
“I couldn’t agree more,” Steve replies, smile equally as big. He takes a glance around and finds all the others joining in to make snow angels. He turns back to find Eddie messing with the heads of their angels. “What are you doing?”
Eddie looks over his shoulder and says, “You’ll see.” A few seconds later he stands up and steps back. “What do you think?”
Steve takes in the additions – devil horns on Eddie’s and a halo over Steve’s. He snorts and rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “I love it.”
“I love y-” Eddie chokes back what he was going to say. Steve’s heart races. He’s going to eventually go into cardiac arrest over this boy.
He’s about to turn to ask him if he was saying what he thought when there’s a shout from the Wheeler’s front door, “Hot chocolate is ready!” Karen shouts out. The kids all rush towards the door, stomping the snow off their shoes and brushing it off their jackets.
Steve takes a careful step away from Eddie and follows the other inside. He wants more than anything to hold Eddie’s hand while he goes inside, but he’s not sure how Karen and Ted would react. And he really doesn’t need his parents hearing and coming home early.
While everyone drinks cocoa, Steve notices Eddie steadily avoiding eye contact with him, choosing to distance himself as far as he can. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes like it did before, and Steve needs to talk to him.
Karen approaches the group announcing, “Okay, everyone, you’re spending the night here. I don’t want anyone driving on those roads. Boys and girls will obviously be in separate rooms. You guys can work out who will be in what room. The living room and basement along with the guest bedroom are all free.”
Everyone hides their smiles behind the rims of their mug. Lucas assures Dustin that they’ll hang out while El and Max tell Suzie how excited they are to have a sleepover together.
“Will and I will get my room,” Mike says immediately.
Karen peaks her head around the corner and asks, “Lucas and Dustin, too?”
Steve and Eddie make eye contact and Eddie has to bite down on his lip to not laugh while Mike stutters but finally gives in. Eddie seems to remember that he was avoiding Steve’s gaze and looks away again. ��
“Robin can take my room,” Nancy says with a small smile.
“Jonathan and I will get that living room as long as I get that comfy looking chair,”
“Can we get the guest bedroom?” El asks, gesturing towards her, Max, and Suzie. Everyone agrees.
Steve looks towards Eddie who stares into his mug. “I guess Eddie and I will get the basement.”
“I have extra pajamas for the girls,” Nancy says standing up and shooting Mike a look.
Mike rolls his eyes. “I’ll get some extra pajamas for the guys.”
“I’ll sleep in my clothes, man. They’re comfy,” Argyle says looking down at his sweats that are somehow not wet from the snow.
“I have extra clothes in my car,” Steve offers.
“Why do you have extra clothes in your car?” Max questions.
Shit. How does he explain that he sometimes sleeps in his car when his parents are home?
“Gym clothes?” Eddie gives Steve an easy out.
“Yeah, gym clothes and whenever I want to change out of work clothes,” Steve lies. Everyone takes the answer and makes their way to their rooms.
Steve grabs the clothes from his car, finding two sweatshirts, three t-shirts, and three pairs of sweatpants for him, Eddie, and Jonathan. He offers the clothes to Jonathan first who thanks him, then Steve heads down to the basement.
Eddie is awkwardly curled up in a chair, pretending to be comfortable. Steve holds out the stack of clothes to him then heads to the bathroom. Once he’s out and changed, Eddie goes next. Steve gathers up a few blankets and quilts from the corner and makes himself comfortable on the couch.
Eddie exits the bathroom and heads toward the chair again.
“Eddie, wait,” Steve requests. Eddie freezes in front of the chair and glances towards Steve. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. The tightness in his tone gives away the lie.
“Okay enough to join me?” Steve asks, lifting up the blankets. Eddie stares at him for a moment then makes his way over to the couch. It’s a tighter squeeze this time since the couch is way smaller, but Eddie still chooses to face Steve.
Steve can’t help but tuck a curl behind Eddie ear. “You look good in my clothes.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks with a soft chuckle.
“Yeah.” Steve leans forward and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Goodnight, Steve. Can we leave the light on?”
“Of course.”
Steve wants more than anything to take advantage of this moment alone, but he isn’t going to make a move when Eddie is obviously feeling off. Instead, he reaches down and tangles their fingers together. Eddie squeezes his hand and closes his eyes.
Steve drifts off thinking that this all feels pretty damn real, so continuing the avoid this talk can do no harm. But he dreams of it all blowing up in their faces.
Part Six.
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