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httpsserene · 5 months
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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥
𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟑: 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
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📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your boyfriend has to make an appearance at some sponsor event. he's gone ahead and bought you an alluring outfit, but he failed to mention how seductive he looks in the new fitted suit his team got him. you two won't be staying long, but you increase the pace by riling him up, mostly unintentionally. so it's your fault that he makes you ruin his loaned mclaren. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. squirting. car sex. semi-public sex. ooc (out-of-character) oscar. overstimulation. mild possessive behavior. mild jealousy. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. condom usage. the audacity of men. lando norris’ savior complex /jk. author’s overuse of italics and run-on sentences. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: water • tyla
𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: what can i say, y'all. back at it with the unhinged thirst. every time i do one of these, they've been getting shorter and shorter. don't be afraid, for #4 (dr/mv) i'll be back on my game, they deserve it. yes gremlin lando appearance. also, i cannot imagine oscar ever acting this way, that's why i put the ooc tag? it's definitely a fun read tho (i think), along with the smut! thank you, loves, for the support on this event!
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thank you to my betas! @biancathecool for helping with my grammer and @barnestatic for her wonderful spoiled brat idea :))))
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oscar is known for his unfazed, composed and collected demeanor. he’s aware that some people say he has no personality–but, he’s just an introvert at the end of the day. oscar’s a man of few words: that’s what people who aren’t well acquainted with him would say. if you’ve had the pleasure of sticking around oscar long enough for him to become comfortable with you, you’ll learn that oscar has an incredibly complex personality. he’s overly sarcastic, has a niche sense of humor, and can ramble endlessly at you. but, he’s still a fairly calm and quiet individual. which is why the way oscar is about to scream at the top of his lungs in the middle of this mclaren event, would be considered uncharacteristic of him.
he originally invited you to join him tonight thinking that having you by his side would eliminate the social exhaustion he experiences at these types of sponsor events. however, the aussie failed to realize that you may introduce a…different problem, to tonight’s business party. when oscar asked you to join him two weeks ago, he was prepared for all of your objections–you’re both chronic homebodies, and you both hate partaking in small talk with balding, later-aged, cologne-drenched, white men who don’t know when to let a conversation die. he chose the perfect time to ask you (after you emerged from the bathroom post-self-care bath), and addressed all of your grievances. 
oh, you don’t have anything to wear? he already bought you an outfit, had it altered to perfectly fit your measurements, and bought you a pair of heels and a purse to match. oh, you won’t be able to get your hair done in time? he already scheduled an appointment with your usual hairstylist the day before the event, paid all of her fees, and tipped her very nicely. oh, your nails aren’t done?  he booked you a spot at your preferred nail salon for a premium mani-pedi, and has a few nail inspiration photos picked out if you can’t decide. if you need your lashes done or need to get waxed, he can make the call right now; he has them on standby to fit you in.
knowing the amount of phone calls oscar had to partake in to arrange all of this causes you to fold and agree to join him. there’s nothing more the two of you hate than making phone calls–well, besides the pr events.
oscar had chosen an alluring burnt-orange mesh corset and matching ruched ankle-length skirt that looks beautiful against your warm, soft and shining brown skin. your hair is silk-pressed, length reaching your mid-back and your edges are laid in a minimal manner, matching the simplicity of your makeup look. simple gold rings are spread across a few fingers, ears accessorized with a pair of small good hoops oscar gifted you, and his initials rest in the dip between your clavicles attached to a thin gold chain. objectively, you're considerably modestly dressed, the only skin you're showing is on your arms, shoulders, a smidge of your decolletage, and the tops of your feet in the low-heeled strappy sandals. 
this is the start of what oscar failed to account for. he didn’t expect the outfit to hug your curves like plastic wrap. the whole night he’s had to forcefully deny himself the opportunity to stare at your ass, but that doesn’t mean the other men at the event have the same courtesy. he’s taken to burning holes with his eyes into anybody who lets their gaze linger over your form for a second too long. on a regular day, oscar is generally unaffected by anyone who appreciates your body (they can look, but the second they try to touch–you let them know exactly how they had you fucked up), but if he catches one more mclaren engineer undressing you with their eyes–he will make zac fire all of them; he’ll plan his own race strategy and do his goddamn pitstop by himself.
oscar also didn’t account for how your timid and sweet attitude would have everyone enamored with you; at first, watching everyone eagerly attune to your shy words was amusing to him, but it quickly became a nuisance. he was originally leading you around the room, doing his rounds at any important figures’ tables, and everything was fine. and then, oscar had made the obvious mistake of making you laugh–a pleasant stream of giggles spilling from your lips, dimples deepening, and smile widening at whatever small joke he made. he’s always thrilled to see how you throw your head back in amusement, how your hands clap together gleefully, and how your eyes squint in from the force of your laughter. as he shakes himself out of your dazzling trance, he attempts to rejoin the conversation–but every single person at the table remains entranced and wide-eyed at you. 
this would be completely fine, of course, if it was a one-off occasion; but it’s not. 
suddenly, every person oscar tries to thank for supporting mclaren, starts ignoring him and paying more attention to you. he’s literally the pilot of the car that these people are spending an absurd amount of money on, but they can’t even bother to try and pretend to listen to him. men and women alike are finding any excuse to prolong conversations with you, and even lean within your personal space with the excuse that ‘they can’t hear you very well because you’re so soft spoken.’ nobody can invade your personal space, but oscar. he has no choice but to do the very thing he hates–pda. you continue to circle around the room, his hand constantly resting on the small of your back or the dip of your waist. when you’re in the middle of listening to some completely unnecessary story a man is telling you, oscar constantly adjusts your hair, plays with your rings, and smooths down your skirt if he feels like they’re trying too hard. you banish oscar to getting you a glass of water when he begins to interject in conversations in a passive-aggressive manner.
his third strike off the night, might actually be an overall win in his books. when you saw oscar in his new fitted suit, you stared him dead in the eye and told him to ‘get naked and rail you’. it’s this beautiful deep cream color that pairs perfectly with the dark orange tone of your outfit, but the vest underneath the suit jacket highlights his tiny waist so clearly that it makes you want to scream. in between socializing, you overwhelm oscar with compliments, unable to stop telling him how handsome he looks. you surgically attach yourself to his side and hug his arm; taking an occasional squeeze of his bicep, playing with his cufflinks, and tracing the veins on the back of his hand. oscar practically runs to get you a refill of water because he’d be unable to stop himself from getting fully hard if you touched him any longer–the trousers hide nothing.
he can feel your burning gaze from across the room, and turns back to watch you after asking a waiter for water, and catches your eyes roaming the length of his body. in high-definition, he sees your tongue wetting your lips before you bite at your bottom lip–and then, your attention is stolen away from some random man who’s introducing himself to you and the group of ladies you found yourself accosted by as soon as oscar left your side.
and, that’s it for oscar. he thinks he may have heard his last-fucking-button being pressed inside his head, and seethes. he goes to push off from his leaned stance against the counter and makes to start his warpath, but a hand grasps at his shoulder. oscar turns around snappily, biting out an irritated and sarcastic, “can i help you?”
“woah! calm down now, mate. thought you were going to bite my head off for a second,” it’s lando, “if i were anybody else i’m sure there would be an unfortunate tabloid of ‘how oscar piastri is the most rude f1 driver on the grid’” lando jokes teasingly, yet a hint of seriousness leaks into his tone. 
oscar nods, understanding the underlying warning within the brit’s teasing. he apologizes softly to lando, before glancing back over at you, and can infer that you charmingly informed the man that you have a boyfriend—based on the way you point in his direction. oscar watches the polite smile fade from your face as the man continues to bother you, and the murderous look rises to his face again.
“OKAY”, lando claps abruptly, startling not only oscar, but everyone in a 10 foot radius. lando waves everyone else’s eyes away, smiling like he didn’t do anything, and speaks underneath his breath, “go. i’ll cover for you.”
oscar’s mouth drops open, baffled, “what?”
“leave—get your girlfriend and go,” lando says matter-of-factly, his smile becoming genuine, “zac probably won’t like to hear that you looked particularly murderous, and he definitely won’t like hearing that you slaughtered our sponsors, and that i let it happen.”
oscar snorts before he thanks lando sincerely, and the brit dismisses him, “i’m just looking out for my rookie teammate as the senior driver for our team. i can’t let your horny teenage mindset become common knowledge to our esteemed guests.”
“first of all,” oscar says dryly, his grateful mood dissipating at the mocking, “i didn’t even know you knew the word ‘esteemed' existed,” lando scoffs, “and secondly, you are literally only two years older than me.”
lando looks at oscar with a blank stare and deadpans, “do you want to leave or not?”
oscar daps up his teammate in farewell, and makes his way over to you as quickly as he can without seeming desperate, your glass of water left behind on the counter. your back is facing him as he approaches and you're still unwillingly participating in conversation with the man who can’t take no for an answer. as he gets closer, he can piece together the conversation; the dude doesn’t believe you have a boyfriend and you must be lying to him, and you’re adamant that your boyfriend is very real.
“look, bro. even if i was lying about having a boyfriend, why would i give you my number now? like, i’m just supposed to forget how you’ve been harassing me—“
oscar rests his hand on your side, and when you turn your head to see who’s touching you, he leans down and kisses you. it’s a kiss deep enough to let everyone know who you’re leaving with tonight, but not deep enough to be salacious (he can hear lando’s cackle from the other side of the room).
you melt into his kiss before he pulls away, leaving you dazed and disoriented, stumbling into him. oscar drapes his left arm around your shoulder, guiding you to tuck into his side, while he offers his right hand to the offending man for a handshake. “it seems i haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. i’m oscar, i drive for mclaren,” he introduces himself, sounding overly pleased.
the man angers, ignoring oscar’s extended hand and cockily states, “you should already know who i am. my family nicely lent you the mclaren you drove here tonight!”
“ah,” oscar smiles viciously, “if ‘your family’ kindly lent me the car, that would explain why i only remember your father’s name–and not his arrogant, disrespectful, and narcissistic trust-fund son’s name.”
the man stomps his foot in rage, like a spoiled brat, and questions, “who do you think you’re talking too?!”
oscar smirks, “nobody important, apparently,” (one of the ladies listening whispers a quiet ‘damn, that’s crazy’), oscar continues, “don’t worry, mate–i’ll make sure your father’s car returns home to him safely. should i bill you for any cleaning, in case i make a mess of it?”
the guy stumbles over a response before he scoffs and stomps away. oscar shrugs uncaring, before addressing the group of ladies who were cliqued to the side watching the whole interaction, “well. if you all don’t mind, i’m just going to steal her away from you ladies, if that’s okay?” (like there’s an option). the ladies fawn over oscar’s protectiveness before they let the two of you go, and then he starts herding you towards the exit.
it’s torture. in every five steps the two of you take, you're interrupted by various guests trying to catch you one last time. oscar feels like they’re all intentionally aggravating him; patting you on the arm, commenting on how eye-catching you look, and using the fact that the two of you are leaving to press a kiss to your hand in goodbye. you two burst out of the main doors and sigh in relief, for different reasons–for you, it’s because oscar didn’t give one of his sponsors brain damage, and for oscar, it’s because he’s one step closer to getting you in his bed.
you grasp at oscar’s hand, and he starts to lead you down the steps towards the valet, and as you fall into step at his side, you speak softly under your breath, “i can understand why you kissed me like that inside because the dude was being an asshole–even though you were marking your territory like some kind of dog–but, please; don’t tear this poor man’s throat out for helping me into the car.”
the australian remains quiet, properly chastised and works on releasing the pent up effect of the annoyances from inside the venue. everything is going well; the valet asks oscar for his parking ticket, and he goes to grab the keys, but stops just before he makes to start heading to the car, and turns back to you two and says, “i don’t know if i told you when you walked in but–you look incredibly beautiful tonight, miss. you could be a model, seriously. like, you should feel so lucky to have a woman like her–”
all attempts of oscar finding his peace are thrown out of the window. he interrupts the dude’s rambling, and bites out, “hey man, y’know what. i can just take the keys to the car. we can walk to it.”
the valet stutters, confused, “a-are you sure, i mean it’s like pretty far in the back. i can run and get it no pro–”
“it’s FINE! i mean, it’s cool, we can use the extra steps, y’know. enjoy the breeze and everything,” oscar says, slightly maniacal. there’s no breeze, it’s warm. the valet’s and your eyes meet for a second and a shared thought of “he’s trippin” is passed telepathically.
the valet concedes, not wanting to upset the f1 driver any farther and tosses him the keys. as the two of you are passing by, oscar hands the man a bill that’s probably too big based on the man’s astonished gasp. you call out to the man, continuing to walk further in the lot, “sorry about him! he just gets a little touchy about strangers driving his car, y’know?” oscar grumbles lowly next to you, and you smack him on the arm, “what did you want me to say? ‘oh sorry, my boyfriend just wants to fuck me really badly to soothe his needless jealousy?’”
“as long as he knows who’s the one who gets to take you home and fuck you.”
“oscar!” you squeak, “we both know we’d die of embarrassment if you said that. i can’t even imagine those words coming out of your mouth, in that order.”
you guys eventually puzzle out where the car is after several remote beeps of the car’s horn, and find that it’s literally tucked away in the last row, far corner with no surrounding cars for two rows.
oscar doesn’t open your door like he usually does, and leads you around to the driver's side. he opens the door, pushes the seat back as far as it goes, and sits down. without saying anything, he loosens his tie and goes to unbuckle his belt before you reach down and grab at his hand, bewildered, “oscar jack! what the fuck are you doing?”
he blinks, “i’m fucking you, right now. it’s too long of a drive back—i’m going to crash the car if you keep sitting next to me in that goddamn outfit. i was going to take you to the bathroom inside, but i figured you’d at least prefer the car. you can be a little louder here.”
your mouth dries, “you said they loaned you an incredibly rare, vintage mclaren, babe. i’m not gonna-“
oscar wrestles his way out of his suit jacket, spreads it underneath him on the leather seat, and pats his lap. “problem solved.”
shifting your weight, you glance around nervously. oscar is right, you would prefer the car over the bathroom. all those people inside who could overhear, gossip, and spread the news of how rookie mclaren, f1 driver, oscar piastri, had you yelling his name in the middle of an event. you’d pass.
“oh, c’mon now, babe. you didn’t think i saw the way you were eating me alive with your eyes inside,” your boyfriend teases, “i know you‘ve at least gotten a little wet for me already, haven’t you?”
that’s all it takes; the australian acting possessive and feening to get inside you is more than enough to have you straddling his lap and pulling the car door shut with a slam.
oscar tugs you into dirty make out, and you get lost in his pink lips, tugging teeth, and explorative tongue. the last of your breath tapers out in a reedy moan, and you break the kiss to pant against his lips, and oscar laughs. his laughter spreads through your chest, and it has your hips rolling against the bulge you feel underneath you. his amusement is cut off, and his hands fly to grip at your hips. he starts tugging you against him in a filthy grind, and choked off moans from the two of you start to fill the car.
you press kisses to oscar’s jaw line, paving a path down to his wide strong neck with your tongue. you suck on small patches of skin, not using enough suction to leave a mark, but enough for oscar to become aware of the fantasization that you could. the aussie gasps at every random suckle of your lips as he scrambles to pull the skirt up your legs. you shift your hips up to make it easier for him, as your hands feel down his torso to his belt. it unbuckles fairly easily, and you shove it out of the way, to unzip the slacks and pull his cock out.
oscar moans, throwing his head back at the feel of your hand on his length, and you get entranced in the trap that his pale thick neck is, again. you hum against his neck, introducing teeth alongside the ache of the suction of your mouth, and bully the collar of his shirt out of the way to find a space to leave a few marks. oscar’s breath freezes at the first hickey he feels you leave, but the rapid inhale he takes next clears his mind enough to have his right hand pull your panties to the side, and move to caress your heat.
you shudder on top of him, your breathy sigh amplified within the car. oscar sinks two fingers inside of you, and a much louder moan is tugged out. your hands fly up to grasp onto his shoulder, and your head tilts backward away from his neck in pleasure. his fingers thrust into you gently for a few beats slowly working to open you up for him and once he feels your cunt starting to relax, his thumb reaches to press at your clit. whines fill the air, as you lean all the way back, resting your back on the steering wheel allowing oscar all the space he needs to stretch you out. his fingers start curling as they drag out of you, and you can feel the pads of his fingers rubbing over a soft spot on the front of your walls. 
oscar’s eyes were stuck marveling over the overwhelmed expression on your face, but once he starts feeling wetness dripping down his arm he glances down, and curses out a rough, “fuck, baby—you’re dripping all over me.” your cheeks burn hot, and you can’t tell if that’s out of humiliation or the effect of his awe-filled voice. your right hand releases his shoulder, and bats at his arm, before tugging at his wrist to pull his fingers out, “that’s enough, mmm, just get in me already.”
oscar eagerly draws away; he uses his clean hand to tug his wallet out of his back pocket, and tugs a condom out with a smidge of struggle before handing it to you. you snatch it out of his hand, biting it open and rolling it over his cock, and once it’s on, you tease, “jeez, osc. you really were planning on jumping me in the middle of the event tonight—grabbing a condom and everything; you think i’m that easy?”
he chuckles, satisfied, his hand drenched in your wetness rubbing over his cock to get him slick, and teases back, “you’re about to ride my cock in the parking lot of said event, pretending to be worried about ruining the seats of this vintage car. i’m not calling you easy, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, does it?”
your cheeks are definitely burning from humiliation this time around, but you huff, ignoring him checking you. you tug his hand away, raising your hips, and guide him to your entrance with your own hand, before slowly sinking down. 
twin sets of moans fill the air as he bottoms out; one of his hands reaches to palm at your ass (it’s sticky, so it must be the one he fingered you with), and the other grips at your waist tightly. you squirm on top of him, knees barely managing to find enough room to prop on the seat to give you a stable base. once you feel stable in your cramped position, you give a testing grind of your hips, and from there, it’s lights out.
oscar lets you set the pace for a few thrusts, suffering in the languid rock of your hips; you’re torturously tight around him, and he can only groan at the feeling of you wrapped around him. his chest heaves, before he brings both hands to halt your hips, and starts fucking up into you rough and quick. a scream jostles out of your throat at the unexpected change of speed, but you just take it with no complaints, allowing yourself to go limp against the wheel of the car to hold your body upright. he moves your body for you, pulling you downwards to meet his upward thrusts; and you feel him constantly applying pressure against that one tender spot right under your navel.
your boyfriend revels in the sound of the moans he’s punching out of your throat, admiring the way your head is thrown back—mouth open wide, eyes scrunched tight, lips bruised and bitten to hell. it’s a lewd picture, painted by himself. the car rocks along to his frantic rhythm, windows fogging, and sweat begins to form on both of your skin. the aussie’s core tightens; he won’t last much longer, you’ve had him half-hard the whole night.
a frustrated grunt escapes oscar, and you hum questionably about to ask what’s wrong–but his right hand leaves your waist to furiously start circling your clit, and an ear piercing shriek leaves you. “c’mon now, babe. ah-be good and come f’me yeah? im so close, baby–please,” he babbles, the last shred of sanity leaving him. his hips don’t falter once–to you it feels like they’re moving quicker, every sensitive spot receiving attention from the sharp snaps of them.
you cry out, it’s all too much; your hand reaches down to press against his navel in a feeble attempt to stop him from stroking so deep and roughly, and incoherent pleads try and tumble out of your mouth, “mm! osc–no! ah–too much, baby! it’s too much–hngh–feels weird–s-slow down!” it’s like his ears are filled with cotton; he can hear you begging down at him but can’t make out what your saying over the blood rushing in his ears. he’s trapped staring at your pretty cunt, watching the obscene amount of wetness coming out of you–the suit jacket underneath him is completely ruined, and he off-handedly thinks it won’t be saving the leather upholstery.
your legs start quivering and trembling–it damn near looks like you're freezing to death, even though the car has become as humid as a sauna. your own orgasm shocks you, and your eyes roll back erotically–unable to give oscar any warning. and in your last moment of awareness, you realize that something feels different, but it’s too late.
you choke on your scream of, “oscar, fuck!” as fluid gushes out of your cunt, and the first wave is enough to completely drench oscar’s pants, and oscar finally returns to the moment in amazement. he eagerly brushes his hand against your clit, and shortens his strokes to quick little jabs to force more of your juices out, and you can only ride along. you try to slam your legs shut, to jostle oscar’s hand away, but it’s futile with his torso propping you open for him. you’re sobbing messily, as he forces more liquid to spray from your cunt–and he moans out his own orgasm, ripped from him in surprise. the australian halts his stimulation this time around when you frantically tug his wrist away when the pleasure melds to pain, and allows himself to get a few more jerks of his hips in.
you fall forward, collapsing into his chest–the squelch of your thighs meeting his pant-covered ones has him humming and grinding his hips into you as gently as he can. the two of you shake against each other, hearts rabbiting as you catch your breath. oscar’s hands rise to rub at your back, bringing you down from the aftershocks still trembling over your body. 
“i-i’ve never squirted before,” you whisper into his neck.
your boyfriend hums softly, “did you like it?”
he feels you nod against him shyly.
“then, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he comforts, knowing if he seems approving of it, you’ll be quicker to accept it as something good, “how i’m going to explain the ruined suit and car seat to mclaren on the other hand…”
a shaky laugh from you causes oscar to smile, “i told you you shouldn’t fuck me in the car.”
“how was i supposed to know that tonight would be the night i’d made you gush all over me?! i was hoping that when the time came we’d at least be on a couch,” he whines.
“shut the fuck up,” you joke, “i want a live play by play when you explain the cleaning bill to zac.”
the aussie pauses, faking thoughtfulness, “maybe i should send the bill to the trust-fund baby. zac would back me up–he’s american, he’d probably find it hilarious.”
oscar gently shifts you over to the passenger seat, and you tug your skirt all the way down, and he fights his way out of his slacks that stuck to his thighs with your wetness. he manages to wrangle them off and kicks them to the side of the car floor along with the soiled suit jacket, after fishing the keys out of them, sitting out in his boxers, and glances over to see you adjusting your appearance as best as you possibly can.
“you want a mcflurry?” the aussie offers.
“as long as we can get a fry with it,” you smile at the random shift in conversation, allowing him to hide his embarrassment.
oscar turns the keys in the ignition, and the engine rolls into life with a deep, vibrating hum. he catches your legs pressing together tightly, and you squirm at the purr of the engine under your seat.
“well,” oscar starts nonchalantly as he reverses out of the spot, “you have the time that it takes to get from the drive-through to the flat to finish eating–because as soon as we get home, i’m taking you to bed and learning how to make you squirt, consistently. i don’t care how long it takes, or how many orgasms you have–i’ll keep going ‘til you come dry, babe.”
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bros the type to! - yuta okkotsu
pairing: yuta x f!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
bros the type to! crouch down and tie your shoelaces for you
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bros the type to! listen carefully everytime you talk
bros the type to! drop everything that hes doing just for you
bros the type to! help you with anything whether its homework, fighting, etc..
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bros the type to! rant about you to all his friends
bros the type to! stop talking and letting you interrupt him cause what youre saying is more important than his talking
bros the type to! have either you as his pfp or the ‘i love my girlfriend<3’
bros the type to! get excited whenever you ask if you want to match with him
bros the type to! cook for you; breakfast, desserts, sweets..
bros the type to! buy literally everything for you, even if you took a small glance at something he’ll take note of it and buy it for you
bros the type to! have his pinky locked with you whenever in public so he gets to feel you but also doesn’t get lost
bros the type to! take note of your favorite music artist(s) and buy their album for you (maybe also sharing earphones and listening to it together<3)
bros the type to! swap shoes with you whenever they hurt or bother your feet
bros the type to! get flustered everytime he sees you wear his clothes
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Yandere Alphabet of Simon “Ghost” Riley
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Warnings: yandere behavior, talks about some non-consent touches and sex; MDNI!!!!
A/N: I got this idea yet again from my bestie @yandere-heaven; please check out their amazing art :]!
Yandere alphabet draft is here.
Update: Grammer issues are expected. I didn't have time to double check. Sorry :/!
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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
— Considering from the beginning, his affection is subtle but meaningful. Simon is pretty wary of boundaries, so at first, he wouldn’t touch you without looking for any discomfort, rather letting you come to him, no matter how much he wants to touch or kiss you. But the further you two go, the more touch-starved he is.
The minute you allow a cuddle session or even something remotely romantic, he’s as stiff as a board. But, with more time and effort into the ‘relationship’, Simon learns what he and you like, which ends with him becoming a huge teddy bear that always wants to be hugged and kissed; his hands being on you some way or another.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
— He’ll get as messy as he needs to be to ensure your safety is clear. He wouldn’t like to come home drenched in blood or have you fear him, which results in him doing a whole lot of things behind your back, assassinating people who are a danger, annoyance, or a mess to be with you. The situation gets worse if he finds out you are abused or hurt by someone. No one lives with hurting you, no matter what shape or form, he will kill them.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
— Simon only abducted you once he felt your safety was threatened (which is 90% of the time). While he does know you will have a hard time adjusting, and possibly feel uncomfortable or confused near him, in which he recognizes and doesn’t get upset if you snap or cry at him. However, what he needs you to understand is that this is for your protection.
He wouldn’t even mock you. With Ghost, he’s pretty soft towards you - never blinking an eye when you ask for a certain snack or gift when he’s out and about. He’s scarily calm, letting you do whatever you feel comfortable with for you to feel comfortable with him.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
— Simon wouldn’t do a whole lot against your will, possibly a few being keeping you isolated for a few hours in your room if you are upset and a few rare non-consent touches. Other than that, Simon respects your boundaries, no matter how ‘weird’ or ‘confused’ it is to him, he wants you to love him as much as he loves you.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
— Ghost is more than willing to bear his heart for you - but for him to open up to you, it’ll take a good few years for him to fully reveal things towards you. It’s an extremely slow and private process. But once he does feel comfortable with being vulnerable with you, there are a few things that you are allowed to see that no others are allowed.
Not only will you be able to see his face almost 24/7 - which is harshly rare - but he will try to open up details about himself and his past life (his childhood and things he’s gone through). Confessing and being vulnerable is hard for Ghost, especially with the way his personality and his protective nature for privacy is built; with time, he believes the two of you could be more than ‘friends’ and something he’d like to call ‘his spouse’.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
— It doesn’t affect him. Much like I said in my original headcanons: he’s always a few steps ahead of you. And with his training tactics, he’s blocking your attacks with his, giving you a look if you throw slurs at him and ultimately will ignore you with a heavy sigh.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
— When it comes to relationships with him, he never considers this a game. He takes things seriously. Simon doesn’t enjoy it at all. He doesn’t like games with you nor using his already-tired muscles from missions to continuously chase you in the woods. It becomes irritating.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
— seeing him angry - especially at someone else. While he may get frustrated or upset at you, which he rarely shows. But again, Simon is unpredictable and he, as a yandere, takes your safety seriously.
The minute your safety is threatened in any shape or form, he’s getting incredibly gruesome; his body is covered in thick blood as he tries to console your freaked-out manner.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
— he’s never really had the minute to think about the future with you two. But, he’d like something calm and peaceful: growing old with you. Whenever he gets home, his shoulders have a minute to relax — the smell of you and home weaves in, your shared pets running up to greet him as he feels at ease, watching you from the front door as you make your way toward him.
Simon’s stress lowers down. He doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt as he’s there. He loves relaxing in your arms, watching you ramble about things he missed while he was gone, and watching you interact with the family you’ve created (human children/or animals, whatever you decide).
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
— he does get jealous but he’s fairly good at hiding it, only a sign of his touches becoming more prominent. Simon will get irritated, clenching his fists while his eyes narrow towards the person flirting with you - however, the minute he approaches, his thick accent asking if you’re ready to head home and a hand wrapping against your waist, he sees the person shit themselves before leaving in a hurry.
While he does let you socialize, as that’s needed, Ghost is fairly suspicious of everyone he encounters, he’s not afraid of using his intimidating structure and scary voice to make the person go away.
When you two get home, he won’t get bothered or integrate you, rather asking if you are okay - but the minute he suspects you doing it on purpose is the minute your legs are incredibly sore for the next few hours.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
— Ghost acts almost the same as he would a non-yandere, acting as if the abduction never happened and you two are normal couples living in a cabin, far away from society. When he starts to ‘actually’ get to know you, his actual personality traits start to break out and Simon becomes a softy.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
— There are a few ways Simon can approach you, but the main two are that you’ve already known him by being in the military (or outside the military) or revealing himself after he abducted you.
With courting, he’s incredibly observant. High chance, he may know more than you may think: he knows your kinks before you two have sex or a certain friend you’ve never talked about is currently in Japan. Now and again, he’ll grab things you like, making sure that you know that he cares deeply for you. He pays attention to the slightest things - the way you move your hands when talking, and how quiet you get when you feel upset or scared. Or how your eyes move to certain things in the windows of shops.
He acts as if the two of you run primarily on the same road, slowly making his way into every crack of your life.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
— Somewhat. With his masking (no pun intended) and showing his actual personality, they both are completely different things. Ghost being himself, he’s the same: harsh, somewhat of a jerk, fast, and gets things done when they are asked. But, when he’s in the room alone with you, letting him show his real colors, he almost becomes a different person - his tense muscles relax, the mask falls off, and a rare smile of happiness while his eyes glint up when he’s with you.
In all truth, Simon’s more open, expressing things that are annoying him or simply telling you what his needs are; wanting to hold you as much as he can before he leaves again.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
— Ghost doesn’t enjoy punishing you but if it needs to be done, then it needs to be. There are a few ways of punishing you but if we are talking about running away/escaping, Simon will punish you by becoming a bit rougher/or demanding and stripping your privacy by 99%.
No longer are you allowed to have the door closed (unless that’s using the bathroom but it’s still minimal). Your wifi/electronics have a time limit and rarely are you left alone. At best, when he's home, Simon is in the same room as you - glancing at your at area to make sure you stay put.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
— Like most yandere’s, he would take most of them away and gradually give them back; watching how you use them. However, outside this area, Simon doesn’t allow you to use anything remotely sharp or considered harmful towards you and him (ex. knives, scissors, certain pencils, etc) and hide things from him. While he respects his decisions on diaries of sorts, if you are continually not allowing him to look through your phone, he will suspect something.
To be exact, this is the bare minimum. Simon is pretty subtle, resulting in you having a bit more than your average obsessor. He still lets you socialize - having your friends/family and can contact them for meetups, but he has to be there with you or know your location 24/7.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
— One of the few that are incredibly patient. To the point it’s considerably terrifying.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
— if you were able to escape him without being caught, he’s impressed. But rumors have said that the sheep can only hide for so long before the wolf catches up. Simon wouldn’t be able to move on until you get back into the cabin, regardless of the situation on how he does it.
If you died, this would be the one that would fully push him over the edge; he will mourn your death, waking up each day while reconsidering why he’s still moving on. You were his person. He doesn’t know what to do without you here. At best, he’d sit at home, barely eating, drinking, sleeping - just staring into the abyss as his heart has gone numb.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
— Sometimes. If you have harsh or upsetting tantrums, he does feel bad. But in his heart, he knows this is for your good. Sooner or later, you’ll see it as much as he does.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
— what brings this side out of him is by being a gentle/kind person, not caring for his harsh nature, and wanting to get the real side of him many don’t experience. While this may be cliché, you need to realize his life has been riddled and tricked with many gruesome and harmful things, and now all he wants is peace: someone he can rely on to keep his mind from going insane.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
— These behaviors don’t affect him, it doesn’t necessarily mean that it makes him uncomfortable but he doesn’t like seeing it either. He can easily stop these, the isolating is rarely gonna happen due to him always being in your space when he’s home. And the tantrums by just letting you have them - returning a few hours with comfort food of yours to feel better. As well as giving you Ibuprofen for your throat.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
— He’s always scarily calm, no matter the circumstance. No matter how cruel you can be, whether that’s throwing stuff at him, yelling things at him, or trying to attack him - Simon, somehow, always stays rational and rarely breaks character.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
— Honestly, it’s extremely hard to escape from Ghost as he’s a soldier; a trained combat assassin who’s incredibly smart and unlike any other MW2 yandere’s, he never lets down his guard; even in the safe house with the two of you.
The best two options would be using his past against him (ex. blaming him, manipulating, etc.), which is an extremely harsh thing to do - based on his trust levels and the headcanons above, it’ll take years for him to reveal things that have happened to him.
The other one would be forcing him to hurt you out of anger - which again - is almost impossible. He’s incredibly careful with you and his anger with you rarely ever shows. But if you continually push his buttons at the right pace and in the same spot, it’s expected to happen, which is not a pretty sight.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
— he would never intentionally harm you in any matter. But, if you test his buttons continuously, he may accidentally do so.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
— Simon wouldn’t worship you but rather respect you as his spouse. Neither does he want to be worshiped. He sees you as the only one for him. In this case, he will make it clear that he won’t like anybody else and will go to lengths to win you over, or at least have you comfortable with him. If needed, he will change his way of approaching or some of his harsh traits for you to fit in with you better, buying things that you adore and making sure that you feel at ease with him.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
— it all depends on the situation. If we are talking about you being in the military, a few good months to a year before he snaps; witnessing you get hurt badly that resulted in him having the same fear he had years and years ago.
A good childhood friend of his he reunites with? Within a few weeks. Not only were you precious to him when he was abused but you helped him through the few times of the hardest time of his life. Of course, when he sees you again, everything he was once will reveal itself again.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
— No. Again, you still have some form of freedom - you are allowed to see your friends and family, and only a few rules in place that he expects you to follow to a capital T.
This is probably the only reason you still haven’t gone insane yet.
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happiness - CL16
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pairing: charles leclerc x ex!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter + pintrest) part 2
summary: releasing a song about your ex might finally stop the rumors surrounding your breakup (or: you release happiness about your ex charles leclerc)
authors note: this is my first ever post (and social media au) so please bear with me as im still figuring this all out!!) i dont use proper grammer and may mispell things!! the song ‘happiness’ by taylor is one of my faves so i had to use it, i am interpreting the song in a very specific way to fit the story! i do not own ‘happiness’ nor any song mentioned in this fic. it ended up longer than expected im so sorry😅
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its times like these wish i had a time machine,, i will miss you guys SO MUCH!! buuuut we are going international for the first time and i cannot wait to share my music with all you beautiful people🌟
see you soon paris & link for tickets in bio💌
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user5 cannot wait to see you in paris!!
user7 this tour has been one of the best things to ever happen to me, cant wait to scream nonsense at you once again🫶
user10 genuinely cant stand her after what she put charles through
user9 what are you talking about? their breakup was mutual
user10 seems like she doesnt care which means it clearly hasnt affected her
henrymoodie so excited to be opening for you in europe!
yourusername youre in for a treat tour mate🫣
user2 sigh i miss her and landos interactions
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definitely not the result we were hoping for but thank you for making my home race as special as always, onto the next one!
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user10 you tried your best which is all we ask
user3 i missed yn this week, home race didnt feel the same😔
user1 i thought it felt different, he seemed very distracted this weekend
user13 at least you finished the race (im coping badly)
user4 we love you charles keep pushing❤️🤍FORZA FERRARI
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how am i supposed to leave you now that you’re already over..
paris you were so so lovely what did i do to deserve you guys :’) next stop brussels💌
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user89 talented, brilliant, incredible, show stopping, spectacular, wonderful, amazing!!
user52 forever missing you💌
user71 ok but yn why were you teasing a new song at the show…
yourusername shhhh
landonorris super proud of you
yourusername thank youuu landooo
user2 my prayers have been answered woooo
user46 i feel like i missed something, are lando and yn friends?
user5 yeah! lando was how yn met charles and theyve been friends for a few years now
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yn on a new song she plans to release soon tonight at brussels ‘ive been writing a song for a while that really just helps explain the way ive been feeling these past few months, it was very therapeutic to write and ive really enjoyed the process!’ and when asked what the song was about she said ‘its about someone who will always mean alot to me, they know who they are and thats enough for me!’
she seemed very happy to be able to talk about it so expect more updates about that soon! next stop cologne, grab your tickets from the link in our bio💌
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user5 i cannot wait for new music
user16 what if she performs it on tour huh? what then? WHAT THEN??
user15 it’s definitely about charles, she had that same smile she wore when talking about him previously☹️
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i cant make it go away by making you a villain, i guess its the price i paid for seven years in heaven…
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user5 these have to be song lyrics right??
user7 sounds like it might be about charles🤨
user10 not more music about charles, at least he gets free promo from them..
arthur_leclerc we miss you
yourusername i miss you guys too!! come to a show soon?
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sixxteenbullets · 10 months
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HIDDEN AWAY-
Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.
Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader
Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.
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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.
Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.
"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."
"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"
She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.
"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.
His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.
Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"
"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."
He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.
Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.
"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.
They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.
Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.
There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.
Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.
The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.
The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.
"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.
"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.
If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.
So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.
Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.
Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.
After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."
"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."
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nburkhardt · 10 months
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Somebody Loves You, You Got A Friend.
Hello! This is my abo teenage parents steddie fic I talked about a few times. Wrote it a while ago for myself, never felt quite confident for sharing. But after sharing the few snippets, here’s the start! There’s real no end to it, it’s mostly slice of life with nearly no real plot. (Title is from Spaceship by Andy Grammer)
Some info you should know: it takes place in season 2. Originally wasn’t going to include the upside down but switched it to have it. ANYWAY, enjoy the start! It’s mostly Steve angst and only a hint of Eddie lol.
So, here’s the thing… Steve never keep his secondary gender a secret. In fact, he was quite proud of it. Mostly because it pisses his dad off to no end, and well, pissing off his dad is one of his and his mom’s favorite past time.
With that said he was definitely proud to take after his mom and for being a male omega. He knows it probably pisses more people off than they let on and really, that makes his fucking day.
Sometime around the time he entered high school, his status went sky high. He didn’t mind, though finding true friends was rough. Especially when Tommy and Carol glued themselves to him within a few hours of knowing him. Since he didn’t keep his omega status a secret, they thought he was weaker and needed to be protected. With Tommy being an alpha and Carol a beta, they decided to be best friends. It pissed him off, but at the time he didn’t have many friends. But of course, he’s not weak. He knows how to protect himself and even others.
His life gets flipped upside down, shortly after Nancy Wheeler calls him ‘bullshit’ in a bathroom at a dumb Halloween party.
It’s been months since Will Byers disappeared, thought dead and found alive. Also months since Nancy’s best friend fucking died while sitting at his pool. All while he and Nancy were in bed, they only found out in the next morning at school.
Nancy’s words send him spiraling down immediately, because unlike her, he does or did love her. So in a blind panic, he leaves the room and then the house and straight into the forest behind. Freaking out and sobbing as he went.
He didn’t know how long he was there, all he remembers of the night is panicking and then someone that smells of smoke, rain and freshly cut grass, helps him to his car and on his way. With only a matchbook with a number on it sitting on his passenger seat as who helped him.
In the morning, he gets ready for school, kisses his mom on the cheek and goes on his way. Only pocketing the matchbook as he parks in the school parking lot.
The day is simple only because he avoids Nancy as much as he can and then nearly get his ass handed to him by the new big alpha in town, Billy Hargrove.
“Should plant your feet, pretty boy”
He rolls his eyes, “shove the fuck off, Hargrove”
Billy is about to do another shove, he can’t figure out why to be honest. His scent is currently covered by scent blockers, the one thing his mom told him to take. When he notices Nancy waving him down, so he goes willingly to that danger instead.
It’s nothing but anger from her, it’s rolling off her in her scent even with a blocker, “Why didn’t you pick me up?”
He scruffs, “because I’m apparently bullshit?”
She at least flinches at that. But doesn’t apologize, at least, not the way he’d like. She does try to excuse it all by saying she was drunk and if there is one thing he took to heart from his asshole dad; drunk words are sober thoughts.
The final kicker of the whole conversation: her not saying “I love you” after he pleads her to.
He decides after that, Nancy Wheeler is someone he refuses to be with.
If you made it this far great!! Because after this the real fun begins 🥳 meaning Eddie is actually there and you get to meet my favorite person, Janet Harrington… Steve’s mom! This was just getting things mostly set up. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird with jumping around or weird phrasing lol.
(Btw, I don’t necessarily keep to everything everyone does in abo fics. I go with whatever I like and easy to work with. So there’s scents, mates, pack easy things. Nothing too explicit either, I’m definitely not confident enough to post smut hahaha.) OH AND IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS AU MY MESSAGES AND ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN!!!!!
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A Critique of Riordan's: Neurodivergency
tldr: Rick made ADHD and dyslexia superpowers in the books which fit the time he wrote the books, but it's not accepted now cause it diminishes neurodivergent struggle. At the same time he made autism coded characters the 'annoying' ones and had a very racist thing of having the only neurotypical be Frank.
He tried to fix it in the show. It worked for about 3 seconds.
TW: Ableism, Autism speaks mention, r slur, anti-schizo stuff.
This paragraph is useless so don't read if you don't want to: Sitting in my drafts are 3 different 'A critique of Riordan's' posts i made as i tried to redo my full critique of the Riordanverse with a little more positive feedback and a little less Rick Riordan is the devil spawn. I have decided to not do it in order because because i watched the show and i noticed some things which were iffy and others which were great. So yeah neurodivergency first. Enjoy and think Critically.
Books
Research and Diversity
The books were written in the early 2000s for Rick's son who has ADHD and dyslexia
As a result, it takes on a very "your ADHD and dyslexia is a superpower" message which were popular during the time, but we recognise now has delegitimised neurodivergent struggles
Also as a result, the books were very focused on his son's symptoms, and represented ADHD as a monolith which quickly turned into stereotypes (e.g jumpy, impatient and fast reflexes becoming the connecting feature of half-bloods)
It got so unresearched that at one point he said:
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He also talks about coffee in a similar way, despite sugar and coffee not making us more hyperactive and instead making us sleepy. Unless all the scientists and people with ADHD are wrong i really don't know this works.
and also said this: "Leo was extremely ADHD even by demigod standards" Like what
But the worst part about the PJO books was that the neurodivergency was limited to the first book. Percy's ADHD and dyslexia magically vanish and honestly it's only really brought back up in HOO every now and then (not very well might i add)
Ways he could have improved:
He could have given other characters, like Annabeth, more diverse symptoms of ADHD. It wasn't that hard, For Annabeth recognise that she as a 'gifted kid' is more likely to have undiagnosed and so have to face the issues related to being undiagnosed and/or being both a gifted kid and having ADHD, and then also give her more symptoms common to girls like being really chatty or frequently daydreaming.
Continuing having ADHD (and dyslexia) as constant parts of the novels rather than throwaway lines. Build it into the characters actions and persona rather than add it on like an accessory
Research. Never stop researching. Always reach out to people with the disorders and ask them to help. Writing is nothing without research.
Get sensitivity readers
Grammar
This is really minor, but he keeps say ____ was ADHD, and like gramattically that's a no. I am not a disorder i am a person with a disorder . Note for autism, the prefered grammer is Autistic person (aka turn into adjective and describe, something we can't do with ADHD)
Nico and Leo
Making Leo and Nico the 2 characters who were annoying and unlikeable (to everyone else not to fans) was really weird cause these 2 characters were the autistic coded ones.
NOTE: I did see a post explaining it better in the past, and i will link it when/if i find it again.
Tyson and the R Slur
I genuinely think he tried to make the r-slur scene show that it was bad, but the way Percy reacted to it wasn't quite right. Especially for childrens books these things need to be really clear. So it was good to make a bad bully character who was hated say it, but he could have made it better by skipping Percy saying "He’s not r*tarded" and go straight to "I had to try really, really hard not to punch Sloan the face."
The scene was ok, it could have been better, but again these were written in the 2000s, we have to acknowledge that.
Percy and School
Now this is interesting because this is more recent. Percy tried really hard in school and was smart, it was part of his characterisation. But he never did well in school, because that's how his disability affected him (especially since it was the American school system which we all know is shit and even more shit for people with learning disabilities).
The problem stems from TSATS, where Percy is made out to skip school, and not try at all (feeds into people with ADHD do bad cause they don't try/are lazy)
credits to @aroaceleovaldez
Racism: Frank Zhang
Frank Zhang the only Asian member of the 7 has no form of neurodivergency, despite the rest of them all having. It must be a just coincidence that there's a stereotype that asians are really smart and good at maths and the fact that the rest of the Romans have dyscalculia/s.
It's not weird at all that the character instead has lactose intolerance, which is really common in East Asia unlike dyslexia, ADHD or dyscalculia, which has such a low rate of diagnosis because there is a large stigma behind the disorders and because white people don't think Asians can have learning disabilities/s. No not weird at all that the dude is described with symptoms of dyspraxia but Rick refuses to recognise he is not neurotypical/s
I'm stepping out of sarcasm speak to remind you that Asians with learning disabilities are significantly less likely to get diagnosed with anything because:
because their parents won't let them until they have no other choice (glares at my parents) because there's a massive stigma behind intellectual/learning/development disorders in these communities
When we do try to get diagnosed our claims are diminished because of racist stereotypes and the belief that booksmarts/giftedness = no learning disability. It means most psychologists and psychiatrists (who are usually white) think that all Asians are smart so they don't ever have any form of neurodivergency and we're left to struggle.
Schizo Rep
Octavian. Villain. Schizo. Again.
Do i even need to explain this?
Show
Not actually a specific disorder - Percy just has a learning disability
Interestly Percy's dyslexia is just never talked about, And even his ADHD is never mentioned by name. He's got a random learning disorder which isn't specified. At first i assumed it was still ADHD cause the books, but watching more, you realise they aren't actually focusing on what learning disorder he has and what he has to deal with as a result of that. It's just a generic learning disorder.
Which is weird because learning disorders are all different and we all face different things, even with the same disorder. So placing all learning disorders in the same group? not good. Don't know what i expected from disney, but it wasn't this.
Autism Speaks
So the show tried to acknowledge that Percy was constantly told he was special and heroic when he really wanted to have help for his issues and for people to recognise that he has problems and those are bad. It also represented less stereotypical adhd symptoms (though whether that's because the disorder is no longer adhd or whether they wanted more inattentive symptoms to be present, we'll never know)
but then it went ahead and used a broken puzzle metaphor for his neurodivergency?
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Puzzle piece metaphors when talking about any form of neurodivergency are a no go because the creators of the metaphor literally want Autistic people dead.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE AUTISM, WE ARE NOT ALLIES TO THE AUTISM COMMUNITY IF WE USE THE LANGUAGE AUTISM SPEAKS CREATED
Not only that but a broken puzzle is not a good way to represent us anyways because NEURODIVERGENTS AREN'T BROKEN.
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missmielyhoran · 11 months
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Nightmare
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in which Harry cheated on you...
[Warning- Angst, cheating, pregnancy, Breakup, crying, Fluff, really bad grammer cause I'm tired and wrote this cause I couldn't focus on studying]
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Two years, seven months, eighteen days...
That's how long you knew Harry or so, you thought.
Your relationship with Harry was pure bliss. He cared for you, loved you in a way no one ever had. So, never in your nightmares you thought he would just up and break up with you only to find his arms around some blonde a week later.
It broke the worst way possible. For weeks, you stayed in your bed and ate when your best friend force fed you, which ended up in your toilet anyway.
That was almost a year months ago.
You still were very much hurt, and the sight of Harry still almost sent you down a spiral. So, when Jeff asked you to come back as tour manager, you tried to deny it, but there was a contract, and nowhere in hell did you have 10,000 laying around to break it.
So, you went back and did everything in your power to avoid Harry and his girlfriend.
But fate was never in your side.
Just a few days in tour, and you were already having a bad day. You saw a woman standing in the cafeteria with her back to you. Hair cliped up in a bun, a mask covering half of her face and her hand caressing her huge belly.
You immediately got up from your place on the couch and offered her. Her eyes squinted, which you took as a smile.
Then she removed her mask, and you couldn't breathe.
It was the same woman of your nightmare.
"Thank you so much sweetheart, can't tell you how much this pregnancy has been killing my feet," She said, huffing and laughing.
You couldn't say anything. You just stared at her belly. She was almost 7 to 8 months pregnant, you thought.
Was it an accident or did they planned it? Harry always wanted family with you, he talked and raved about having a little you and him.
Now he was having that with someone else.
You ran when you saw Harry walk in the room from the corner of your eye. You couldn't do this, you didn't care you had to fight in court or you had to pay hefty amout you to get out you just couldn't work there anymore.
Tears streaming down your face, you ran to Jeff's office and slammed open his door. He looked up from his laptop annoyed at first, then concerned when he saw your state. Then realization hit him, and his face morphed into guilt and sorrow.
"I can't do this anymore, Jeff. I can't." You cried more. He got up and took you in his arms, and you sobbed harder.
"I know. I know." He assured you his hand running up down your back consoling you.
"I understand baby, but I need you to wake up now," He said suddenly. You removed your face from his chest and looked at him weirdly, surprised by the nickname and the sentence.
"What the fu-"
"I need you to wake up Baby" He said again a bit harshly this time, his eyes a bit serious and panicked, "Y/N wake up-"
You jolted up from bed heaving. Your body was covered in sweat. Confused, you looked around and found a dark room. Moon was shining brightly from the window, and the soft buzzing of AC and your pants were filling the room.
A large hand came up to your jaw and then the brightest green eyes. Harry looked at you sweetly and smiled.
"There she is. You were having a bad dream, baby." He said softly, wiping sweat off your face. You looked down your hand immediately, going to your belly almost protectively, and Harry's followed right after.
Then you turned around and hit Harry's bicep harshly. His eyes widened, "Ow baby. That hurt." he said, holding your hands in his.
"How dare you" You said angirly, "What did I do-" He asked confused.
"How dare you cheat on me?!" You exclaimed. Harry looked at your wide-eyed and then started laughing hysterically.
At this point, you also realized how ridiculous you sounded and your face turned red with a grumpy pout. Your arms around your belly, you looked like a cute angry baby chicken.
"Oh sweetheart, what will I do of you?" He said, lovingly leaning down to take your lips into a sweet kiss.
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Hehehehehe...I was bored
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bsverryin · 8 months
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: ̗̀➛ How genshin men proposed to you
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Who?
╰┈➤ Diluc, Childe, Ayato
situation?
╰┈➤ you've been in a relationship with them for years and finally you're getting married, but how did they propose?
✎ fluff!! No possible warning..HEAD CANNONS ONLY!!! I've been thinking about some good plots while listening to "timeless" by Taylor swift this didn't come into my mind at first but then when I was making little chats that I was supposed to post for today this came suddenly 🥹 if it's not in your liking you can check out my other post <3 enjoy.. cannot assure you of perfect grammer and I'll keep it simple!!
: ̗̀➛ DILUC
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At first, you thought Diluc was getting tired of you each day. He comes home late and doesn't talk to you much before, You felt like he was getting used to you that he got tired, So when he asked you out on a date the next day you thought he was gonna break up with you.
That was actually the opposite of what would happen. When you dated, he was so happy and kept clinging to you. He was so cute that you felt relieved that he's not gonna break up and he's not tired of you. When he asked you why you thought that you're gonna break up you answered him because he doesn't talk to you much before he immediately apologized for making you feel that way and it was because for a certain reason.
You both are on the way to go home but instead he told you that he booked the most expensive hotel that has the most beautiful view just so he can show his appreciation to you. You said that he didn't have to but it's just he loves you so much.
When you entered the hotel he booked, it was so fancy and golden. It felt like you were in a royalty palace, when you arrived in the room he gave you a dress to wear for dinner.
The hotel had its own restaurant on the balcony wherein you can see the other cities, you were a bit disappointed because everything was covered, the only thing that you can see was the empty restaurant and the warm lights and of course Diluc Infront of you. After eating dinner Diluc invited you to the balcony.
On the balcony, you immediately ran to the railing to see all the gleaming lights from high buildings, The stars and moon, were all so perfect.
Suddenly, you felt the lights suddenly open from behind you. When you checked what it was all about, Diluc suddenly bent down on his knee, showing a silver ring.
"From the moment I met you, I just knew it was gonna be you. Will you marry me, my love?" It was the last thing you heard before you started tearing up and kissed Diluc.
: ̗̀➛ CHILDE
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You and Childe visited every nation that existed, you'll always ask him why do you both have to but he just says it's because he loves you and wants to travel with you. You'll spend two weeks in one nation, then in another then the cycle continues he said that it'll end once you both reach his hometown which was Snezhnaya.
Today, was your last day together in Snezhnaya. You met his family, you got close with his siblings! His family loved you and treated you like their own. Childe was really the perfect boy for you. You both visited all the beautiful spots in Snezhnaya. You got tired from all the travels you both did but you can't help yourself but be sad because your travels with him are gonna end really soon.
For the last day in Snezhnaya, you both decided to just have a simple night and have dinner with his family in their own home, he left you early in your hotel room for you to get ready and that he can help his family to decorate for your little party. You wore the prettiest dress you have and gave yourself a simple makeup. Night came and he came back to your hotel room to pick you up.
When you entered their home it was different from before. everything was decorated really pretty and it had a lot of yummy foods too. Childe said to enter the backyard first because his family is waiting for both of you there. You entered the backyard and the first thing you saw was the pictures of you both in a wall and all the memories you made in the places where you both travelled. You cried with happy tears and hugged him as you noticed his family was coming one by one in the backyard door. When everyone was in the room, you cried even harder when you saw the letters that his family had displayed. When the papers were displayed, you recognized it said "Will you marry me?"
You were surprised and happy as he bent down on his knee, you immediately gave him the answer which was yes!. His family were so supportive of you then he kissed you on the cheeks and finally put the most beautiful ring that you've ever seen.
: ̗̀➛ AYATO
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Ayato is a big fan of art and to him you're a work of art. His busy schedule doesn't bother you at all because you loved hanging out with his sister ayaka along with yoimiya.
You didn't think that marriage would ever cross his mind because he knows how stressful it is. The happiest day for you is when you get to be alone with him and he clears his schedule for you which was today.
You're walking together the Inazuma as you lead him to the beautiful and magnificent spots around. Every second, he gives out words of affirmation that you can't think of a day where you'll unlove him. When you're with him it makes you believe in the word, forever. You want to spend the rest of your life with this man and only him.
He looked sad when you said Chinju forest is the last spot that you're gonna visit. You spent the last 6 hours with him, does he never get tired or hungry? You thought. He told you that you both should spend some more minutes and talk about your future, which made you nervous at first but then again he showers you with affirmations and even reassurance that he'll always love you no matter what and when you're about to leave the Chinju forest. The fireworks started blowing up through the sky and that moment was amazing that you wanted the time to freeze. When you thought it couldn't be more better he bent down with his one knee, was he really proposing? Is it really happening?
"I want to be there for you through thick and thin, ups and down and until our hair turns gray and I ask would you let me be that man, Y/N?"
You screamed yes as you hugged and kissed him. The timing was perfect, just the two of you alone spending time together. You couldn't ask for more. It really was the best day of your life.
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make-me-imagine · 1 year
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Exactly My Type
Plot: When going to dinner at Raymond's for what you think is a work dinner, takes a turn.
Prompt: 'First Kiss'
Pairing: Raymond Smith x Gn!Reader
Requested By: @will-grammer
Warnings: Just the kiss.
Words: 1.5k
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As you walked up the path to Raymond's front door, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. No matter how many times you saw him or spoke to him, they were always there.
After ringing the doorbell, you wiped your hands down your top, hoping you didn't over-dress for this dinner. It was only to discuss work, you needed to remind yourself of that. It wasn't a date, just a casual work meal.
As the door swung open, Raymond revealed himself to be in his usual suited appearance, though with an added apron draped from his neck.
He smiled "Right on time."
"Like usual." You added on with a smile, knowing he always appreciated punctuality.
He held open the door or you you stepped inside. You began to take off your jacket, but hesitated when you suddenly felt Raymond grab it from behind. Looking back, your eyes locked and he smiled as he helped you remove it. You felt a shiver run up your spine as his fingers grazed your skin through the fabric.
"Thanks." You muttered softly.
After he hung it up, you followed him into the kitchen. Looking around, it was just a spotless and pristine as usual. But your eyes lingered on a new addition. A bouquet of flowers sitting on the table.
You felt your chest tighten as you wondered who he got them for. You knew quite a lot about Raymond, but he never mentioned personal relationships. You wouldn't be surprised if he had a partner, though you would be lying if you said you didn't feel disappointment at the idea.
Sitting at the bar as Raymond got some glasses, you didn't have to say anything as he immediately prepared your favorite drink. You smiled to yourself as you noticed this, your cheeks warming up a bit.
Looking over to the stove you spoke up "Need any help?"
He shook his head as he placed the drink in font of you "It's done, just need to plate it."
He motioned his head to the dining room table, where you normally ate. Making your way over, you began to sat down, surprised again by Raymond sudden appearance behind you as he pulled out your chair for you. You smiled in thanks as he walked back to the kitchen.
After you began eating, you started to talk about the reason you came, but you were surprised to learn that Raymond had already begun to resolve the problem.
And every problem you brought up, he seemed to have a resolution for as well. You started to wonder why you were here at all.
"Are Mickey and Rosalind aware of all of this?"
He nodded "Yes, but they don't need to worry right now. They went to The Maldives for Valentines Day."
You hummed "Sounds nice. How long are they staying?"
"A week. I hope to have everything resolved before they return."
"I don't doubt you will."
You saw his mouth twitch up at this, and you felt your chest burn a little warmer.
After cleaning up from dinner you and Raymond continued to sit and talk, new drinks in hand. You couldn't stop your eyes from occasionally looking over at the flowers. You hated how the curiosity burned in your chest.
Finally finding the courage, you spoke, though with reserve heavy in your voice. "Are you doing anything? For Valentines Day?"
Raymond looked at you in silence for a moment before adjusting his glasses "Should I be?"
You shrugged and took a sip of your drink "Well, if you finish this business for Mickey, you could give yourself some time off as well." You motioned your head towards the flowers "Looks like you've already started planning."
Raymond looked over at the flowers and you noticed how he repressed a smile "I have."
Your chest clenched at this. You were hoping he'd deny it.
"That's why I already prepared everything like I said."
"Are you going to tell me about them?" You asked, feigning a smile and curiosity, hoping Raymond couldn't see through it to the pain you were actually hiding.
He sat back in his chair for a moment, seemingly considering if he should. Adjusting his glasses again he cleared his throat.
"I've known them for quite a while now. They aren't what they seem like on the outside. People tend to think there is nothing more to them, but they're always wrong, there is always more."
You could sense pride in his voice as he talked about them and you'd be lying if you didn't feel a little jealous.
"Is that what won you over?" You asked with a slightly joking tone.
He smiled and shook his head "Not just that. It's also their bravery, kindness, skill, willingness to help anyone they can. Not to mention their sense of humor."
You smiled at him "Sounds like they got it all."
"They do. But they don't realize it themselves."
Clearing his throat he stood up and walked over to the table. You watched him closely as he approached the flowers before he grabbed them, bringing them over.
Oh great, was he going to talk about them some more? Are these their favorite flowers? Maybe you shouldn't have pushed.
Walking up to you, he set the flowers down in front of you before he put his hands in his pockets. You could see them more clearly now than before. It was a mix of white roses, dark pink dahlias and light pink peonies.
Reaching up you gently touched them. These were some of your favorite flowers.
"They're beautiful, they'll love them."
Raymond smiled softly in amusement as he gazed down a you. You met his eyes and suddenly felt like you were see through.
"What?"
"There for you, you toss-pot."
You felt as though a jolt of electricity went through you "What?"
"I was talking about you." He smiled a bit wider.
"Y- You were?"
Moving past you, he sat in the chair beside you facing you, his knees pressed up against your leg.
"I didn't invite you to talk work, I just wanted to have dinner with you. And I hoped, somewhere along the way I'd get a chance to give you these."
He could see your brain working in overdrive as you remained speechless, putting it all together.
He continued to smile softly at you before he reached over and placed his hand on top of yours, slowly linking his fingers around yours.
"I hope this stunned silence is not leading up to a rejection."
Finally taking hold of yourself you shook your head. "No, it's not, I'm just really surprised."
"Why?"
You shrugged your shoulders as you smiled a bit bashfully "I didn't think I was your type."
He grinned "You're exactly my type."
Your heart started pounding in your chest as he reached towards your legs with his other hand. You repressed a grin as he turned you so you were facing him, your legs now pressed against his.
As his eyes stared into yours, your ears burned hot. You had never seen him look at you like this. You saw his eyes flick to your lips for a split-second and your heart skipped a beat.
"Raymond?"
"Yes?" He asked softly.
"Thank you for the flowers." You replied with a softer voice.
"You're very welcome." Tilting his head slightly his smile turned into more of a smirk "Now about Valentines Day."
You quirked your brow.
"You are free I hope?"
You smiled and nodded "Yes, I'm free."
"Good, I wasn't looking forward to having competition."
You chuckled and shook your head "No competition. No one could compete anyways."
He smiled and you swore you saw a blush crawl across his cheeks for a moment.
"So, Valentines Day?" You added on.
"Yes. What we will be doing is a secret. I just want to make sure you have the day free."
"The whole day?" You asked with lightly surprise and he shrugged his head. You leaned forward and spoke with a light sarcastic tone "Are you going to try and seduce me Raymond?"
He smirked and leaned in as well "I thought I already had."
You grinned "Bold assumption."
His smile grew as well and you saw his eyes flick to your lips again before his gaze held yours. He moved his face in closer, so your noses were almost touching.
"I suppose I should try harder then."
Leaning in in sync, your lips met and your heart jolted. Raymond's hand quickly rose to cup your face before he cupped your head, deepening the kiss. You laid your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating heavily. After a second, his other hand come up as he gently place it on top of yours, squeezing lightly.
After a few more moments, you parted, somewhat breathless. Your eyes locked as you both had soft smiles. Bringing his hand back to cup your face, he gently brushed his thumb over your lips as his eyes lingered on them.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said softly before he met your eyes again "And I'd very much like to do it again." He spoke as he slowly leaned in closer.
You smiled as you met him in another kiss, softer and slower this time, as he linked the fingers of his other hand through yours.
xx End xx
Kind of an abrupt ending, but I didn't know where to go with it where it would end naturally lol I hope you liked it!~
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desert-fern · 7 months
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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader
Part 18: But I Know Who I Am Now (I Am Yours)
Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?
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A/N: Chapter title taken from I Am Yours by Andy Grammer
MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
Warnings: hospital setting and the stuff that comes with that, some minor angst, unconsciousness, blood, fist fight, Jake beats the shit out of someone and it’s a little hot, bruises, this is still pretty fluffy, author is trying to redeem herself.
Word Count: 3.7k
Masterlist >> Part 17 >> Part 19
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Jake’s feet slid over the tiled floor of the infirmary in his haste to get to Bear. He knew that he was getting strange looks as he dodged nurses and medics as they went about their business, but he couldn’t find it in him to care what they thought. He had had a realization that was more pressing than anything in his life. If Bear loved him, and Jake was almost certain she did, he had to be the one to act. Her rank prevented her from doing so, it always had. Now though, it was different. She wasn’t his direct superior any more, and that gave him this opportunity.
He had been running through a speech, words he would say to her as he made the trip from the showers to her room, but nothing seemed to quite capture the depth of his feelings for her. Bear was special. She deserved nothing less than the best, especially after everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks. So Jake had to get this right.
He walked through the door to her room, stopping whatever conversation Rooster and Phoenix were having. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Phoenix replied. She had a very curious look on her face, but it quickly shifted to a smirk as she took him in. “Finally realized it, didn’t you?”
“Shut up.” Jake knew his face was bright red and the knowing looks from both Rooster and Phoenix only made his embarrassment worse. “Seriously. Shut it.”
“Karma’s a bitch, Seresin,” Rooster said with a laugh. “You made fun of me and my girl for how long? It’s only fair I get the same honor.” The look on his face was making Jake regret ever opening his mouth, and that never happened. And that fucking Chicken looked smug as hell.
Jake just groaned, scratching at his jaw. “And I shouldn’t have done that, but it got you two idiots together. So just get out. Please. I have to talk to her.”
The other man’s face softened, just a little. “Fine. Go get her.” Rooster clapped Jake on the arm before getting up and leaving. “I was hungry anyways.”
“Asshole!” Jake yelled out the door at his retreating figure. “Thanks Nix.”
Phoenix just grinned at him. “You finally clued in, didn’t you? Your dumbass just realized that she loves you.” The look on her face was pure glee, a look no one saw very often, and now it was staring him down. “Jake. Relax. You’ll be okay.”
“I know. I appreciate this.” He’d stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Her smile grew and Jake knew that she had understood him. “I know you do, even if you can’t say how much.” Her tone was soft and Phoenix gave him a nod before slipping out the door, closing it gently behind her.
Finally, Jake was left alone with Bear once more. Like he had before leaving, he let his eyes trail over her, searching for any sign that she was awake. Any muscle twitch, a sign, anything. But there was nothing. So he took his seat once more, his hand finding hers and blew out a breath. He had time to practice his speech, he might as well use it.
“Teddy, since I met you… No I can’t say it like that. I’m not proposing,” Jake stopped his train of thought, and tried to start again. “Teddy, I have literally no idea how to say this - fuck me! Why can’t I just say it out loud? It’s three fucking words!” He groaned, his chin dropping to rest against his chest, staring down at his and Bear’s joined hands.
He took a deep breath, blowing out his exhale, before looking back up. “I shouldn’t have to think about it. Mama said that when I know, I’ll know. Don’t think, just do…” Jake pulled a face, suddenly thankful his back was to the door. “Fucking hell Teddy, you’ve got me so bent outta shape, I’m quotin’ the old man now.”
Running his thumb over the back of her hand, Jake closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories of them both. He marveled at her in nearly every one, too caught up on the light in her eyes to do more than just listen to her every word, hang off of it like a child on playground equipment. Pulling his feelings from those memories, he managed to speak. “You took ‘I love you to death’ a little too literally, darlin’,” his voice broke, too emotionally raw to say what he felt without tears. “You nearly did just that to save me. I need to return the favor, Teddy, so I’m gonna love you back to life.”
The room fell silent with only the sounds of his quiet sobs echoing in the stillness. God, he loved her. He loved her more than he had loved anything in the world. Even flying didn’t compare to the swoop his heart did when she was close. Now though, she was both so close and so far away all at the same time. “I love you. I only hope you love me too.”
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Through the haze, Bear heard a voice. It was distant, but familiar and leading her out of the darkness. The only words she could make out were three of the most distinct: I. Love. You. She couldn’t yet make out who was speaking, but she hoped, she hoped so desperately, that it was Jake on the other side of the fog in her mind. She needed it to be. She had to see him, she had to see her Flyboy.
If it was Jake, she had to talk to him. Bear had to tell him that she loved him back. And she did. If Bear had the energy and the forethought, she would have told him the second she had seen him in the conference room. It had taken hallucinations of waking up in his arms for her to clue in that this wasn’t just attraction. No, Bear loved him. Loved him so much that she would face the armies of the world alone to spare him death. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and she was both terrified and thrilled that she had figured out why her chest got tight whenever his name was mentioned.
Terrorists couldn’t take him from her, and death couldn’t take her from Jake. If that wasn’t meant to be, Bear didn’t know what was. The voice wasn’t so distant now, nearly loud enough for her to make out everything being said, and she was running towards it, clawing through the shadows and muffled noises until…
Bear heard beeping, the sound of someone stifling sobs, and the same words that had pulled her from the darkness. “God, Teddy. I need you to wake up. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please.”
It was Jake. And he was crying. Her heart broke and she wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was squeeze his hand.
Jake gasped, his tear-filled eyes flying to meet hers. “Teddy.”
“I love you too.” Bear’s voice was raspy from disuse and Jake just stared at her, his hand squeezing hers tightly.
He handed her the water on the bedside table, letting her sip it as he gaped at her, his entire body frozen still. “What?” Jake’s voice sounded strangled as his breath caught in his throat, the cup left forgotten on the table beside him.
“I love you too,” Bear repeated slowly. Her heart was pounding and alarms were going off from the monitors, but all she cared about was hearing Jake say those three beautiful words one more time.
Jake had a knee on her bed in a flash, leaning over her. “Tell me you don’t want this, because I can’t go back to how it was. I just can’t.” His eyes were wide and flicking between her eyes and lips. “Teddy, darlin’ I need you to say somethin’.”
“Kiss me,” Bear whispered. And holy fuck did he. Their lips met and it felt like a vat of chocolate melting in her chest as she kissed him back with everything she could. Trying her hardest to pour every ounce of feeling she had for him into this one gesture, gasping as he tugged on her lip. The cheeky bastard.
For Jake, all he could focus on were the fireworks going off in his head. He deepened the kiss, using her gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.
He finally pulled away, watched Bear’s eyes slowly flicker open and grinning as she blinked back emotion that had filled her eyes. “Flyboy…”
“I’m here, Teddy. I’m not going anywhere.” Jake’s hand found hers, squeezing it tightly before pressing a kiss to the back of it, slowly climbing off of the bed. Seconds later, two nurses burst into the room, eyes flying to the now-awake Bear sitting up in her bed.
“Commander…” one nurse began while the other checked the vitals machine. “Any idea as to why your heart rate is so high?” She shot Bear a wink, knowing full well that the blond man in the corner was responsible.
“I have a few ideas,” Bear managed to say over her giggles at the face Jake pulled behind the second nurse’s back. “I’m feeling alright though.”
“I’m sure you do, ma’am. But let’s do a quick assessment first and then we’ll let you get back to your… friend.”
Her face went bright pink, heat spiraling up her ears. “Sounds good.”
“Lieutenant, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the other nurse said, looking at Jake, who then turned to look at Bear.
“I want him to stay.” Her tone had slipped effortlessly back into that of a commanding officer, letting the two nurses know that if they tried to remove him, she would fight back.
They nodded, gesturing for him to sit back down in the chair that they had moved a little ways off from the bed before conducting their assessments. It only took a few minutes for them to determine that she was doing well and left the room, the first nurse hanging back just a moment. “Try to keep that heart rate under control, you two. I know that might be hard with him in the room, but I can’t guarantee any privacy if you two start something.” And with one final wink at the two of them, the nurse left, closing the door again.
“Hear that, Teddy? I gotta control you,” Jake teased, grinning at her. He was just doing this to get a rise out of the woman next to him, who just grinned back, before whipping her arm out to smack him in the stomach.
“Watch it Flyboy,” Bear replied, raising an eyebrow in a feigned stern look. “They’re gonna think that you are the one needing handling.” She was smirking at the red creeping up the back of Jake’s neck, proud of herself for catching him off guard.
But Jake recovered quickly, creeping back towards the bed, eyes fixed on hers. “Careful darlin’, you and I both know that the only thing that needs handlin’ is that mouth. Do I need to shut you up?”
Her face widened in a challenging grin, the familiar spark Jake had often seen in her eyes had been reignited and he felt himself shiver at the intensity gazing back at him. “And the only one doing that handling is gonna be you, right?”
“You’re damn right, Teddy.” His hand cradled her cheek, gently drawing her back in for another soft kiss. “You’re mine. If you want to be.”
“So long as you’re mine,” Bear replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, grinning as he chased her lips. “This is quite the wake up call, though Flyboy. A half-naked man sitting at my bedside, proclaiming his undying love for me.” Bear had been playing with his hoodie strings as her palms rested on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin material of his half-zipped hoodie.
Jake glanced down, catching sight of his bare chest near her hands. “I should probably fix that, huh?”
“Or… you could just stay here…”
He groaned. “You promised the nurse that you would keep that heart rate down, darlin’. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that or you will break your promise.”
Bear just winked at him, settling back against the pillows behind her. “Be quick? I missed you.”
“I’ll be as fast as I can. I promise,” Jake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making her smile as she lay back against the pillows.
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Jake left the room with a wide grin on his face. Bear was awake, and she loved him too! It literally couldn’t get better than this. He hurried back to the locker room, passing Payback, Bob, and Rooster going the other direction. He gave them a nod, and Bob grinned at him, catching the flush on his cheeks. Out of everyone, the WSO knew exactly what had happened, and yet, Jake couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He was steps away from the locker room door, when it swung open, revealing Shrike leading a very disgruntled and worn out Hazard and Jake saw red. This was all his fault; every single little thing. He was the reason Bear had written her letter, the contents of which he would never reveal to anyone. She had known something was off, she had written it down. And Hazard, Colton, had nearly ruined everything.
Hazard barely had time to react before Jake shoved him back through the door and up against the wall. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Jake roared, the pure rage in his voice bouncing off every tile in the locker room.
But it wasn’t Jake throwing the first punch. No, Hazard got a hand up and punched him in the nose, a malicious grin tearing open on his face. “Whatcha gonna do, you fucking ass? Hit me? You can’t.”
Jake smirked, blood rushing down his face. “That’s where you’re wrong. Mav never said anything about us not beating you half to death. Really wanna try somethin’?” He knew that his eyes held the same fire that had burned in Bear’s when she burst into the room to confront him. But unlike when she had done it, Hazard didn’t seem scared of Jake. “I have no problem with any of it.”
His drawled words, combined with the blood from his nose, were enough to make Shrike smile from her spot in the corner. She and the other Seals were on a tight leash, unable to do more than throw the man a dirty look, so if she had engineered this little meetup, no she didn’t. Hazard deserved everything coming to him, even if she couldn’t be the one to inflict a fraction of the pain her boss had experienced.
Hazard opened his mouth to speak, to make some smart ass comment, when Jake slammed his palm into Hazard’s nose. The yell of pain the Seal let out only made Jake’s smirk widen, his green eyes cruel and vindictive. “Bear took worse than that, and you’re whinin’ like a little bitch?” Jake spat, knowing that Hazard was both cuffed and off his game. “You’re pathetic.”
The Seal took another swing, missing Jake by a mile and the pilot laughed. “Come on. I threw you off? Wow. You ain’t nearly as good as you think you are.” He was cackling now, the anger on Hazard’s face only stoking the rage building with every passing moment. He circled Hazard, grinning widely. “Come on, playboy. Show me why you’re a Seal, hmm?”
Two more missed haymakers had Jake’s smirk growing exponentially. He returned the swings, three blows to the stomach, making Hazard double over, groaning. “Now that’s not in the naval spirit,” Jake hissed, grabbing his opponent by the shirt and slamming him back into a row of lockers. Two quick blows to the side, followed by a knee to the face that left blood on Jake’s sweatpants, had Hazard sliding to the ground. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to pass out.”
Jake slapped him across the face, grinning as Hazard’s blue eyes opened and then widened in fear at how close Jake now was. He scrambled back towards the center of the room, feet kicking out and cuffed hands pushing against the tile, doing everything he could to get away from the man before him.
But he was no match for the angry pilot striding towards him with blood still running down his face and staining his chest. “Coward!” Jake growled, pulling the panicked man to his feet and throwing him back into a bench. “You’re just a little bitch, ain’t ya? Brave brave man when betraying your people! BUT NOW? YOU’RE NOTHIN’!” His voice was deafening to those inside. But Jake didn’t care. How could he? His knuckles ached but it paled in comparison to the wrath in his eyes and the hellfire in his blood. Hazard wasn’t getting out alive. Not if he could help it.
In a blink, Jake was on top of Hazard, raining hell down in the form of punches, uncaring if his knuckles were bleeding in time with the traitor’s face. He didn’t know how many times he’d hit the coward, but then Bob and Rooster were pulling him off the other man. “LET ME GO!” Jake roared, fist catching Rooster’s jaw as he struggled. “GET OFF ME!”
Shrike took the moment to move forward, wet cloth in hand. If she took Hazard out of the room looking like his face had been punched in, she could face some trouble. “But let’s be real,” she thought. “People would thank him.” Roughly wiping off the blood, Shrike hauled Hazard to his feet and dragged him out the door. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Texas!” Shrike called back as she left the room, bleeding man in tow.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Rooster was looking at his bloody face like he didn’t recognize the man behind it.
“Bastard had it coming,” Jake grumbled, wrenching his arm free from Bob’s grip and stomping over to the sink to wipe the blood off his face and chest. “And don’t tell me you wouldn’ta done the same.”
Rooster scowled at his back, following him. “I wouldn’t have. I-”
Jake whirled around, eyes wild. “Bull fuckin’ shit, Bradshaw! If it were your girl, if someone had hurt your family, you woulda done the same. Hell, even Bob would have fuckin’ done the same!” He was yelling again, uncaring of who heard him.
“She’s not your girl, Seresin. You need to calm down.”
“Get. Out,” Jake ground out. “I beat one man’s ass already today. I’ll do it again.”
“You see this too, right Bob?” Rooster looked genuinely concerned for Jake, as his gaze swung back forth between the two men. “Jake, you trauma bonded. She saved you and got captured as a result. You owe her nothing.”
Jake’s heart sank, anger deflating so suddenly that he nearly collapsed. “It’s-that’s not…”
“I’m sorry, man. But you have to know that,” Bradley said gently. “Bear is amazing and you guys were great friends before this, but beating a man up for her? Surely you have to admit that that is a little excessive.”
“Rooster,” Bob spoke up, seeing the look on Jake’s face. “Leave it, okay?”
“But Bob…”
The WSO shook his head, silencing Bradley’s protests. “He’s been through enough, he doesn’t need this too. Just drop it.” Bob turned to Jake, pausing for a minute as he took in the blond’s conflicted look, before gesturing for Rooster to leave them. “Let me talk to him.”
“Bob-” But when he saw the head shake, Rooster sighed and left.
“You love her.” Bob’s statement made Jake look up at him. “You loved her before we left.”
“I did…” Jake whispered. “God, I’ve loved her for a while. This isn’t a trauma bond. I swear it isn’t.”
“I know.” Jake nodded, chewing on his lip as Bob continued. “You were worried and now you’re doubting everything. All because Rooster of all people got to you? I believe you, Jake and if you say you love her, then I don’t doubt that.”
“You would have done the same, right?”
Bob nodded, eyes darkening just a little. “I would definitely have done the same. You’ve met my wife, you know I would. I also heard a rumor that Bear is awake, you should tell her.”
“I will.”
“Good. Have fun explainin’ the black eye though. Looks like that rat-bastard hit you good.” Bob clapped him on the shoulder and left.
Clearly the bespectacled man didn’t know that he’d already seen Bear. That he’d already told her he loved her. But Bob didn’t need to know, Jake reasoned, pulling on his T-shirt that sat abandoned on a different bench. “Bear loves me back.”
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Bear sat in her bed, body sagging into the pillows. Every single part of her hurt. Even the end of her nose. A part of her wondered about where Jake was, but figured that he was probably catching up with his team, maybe informing hers that she had woken up. Or maybe, he’d gotten sidetracked by something else.
Either way, Bear let her eyes flutter close, just for a moment. But they flew open moments later at the sound of a crash a few rooms away, making her groan in frustration. She couldn’t even fall asleep without her mind hauling her back to that hellhole. It didn’t matter that the men had left her alone save for their incessant demands for information that she wouldn’t share, it had still fucked her up.
She sat still for a moment before letting her head loll against the pillow, trying to clamber back into that blissful land of sleep that she had left nearly an hour ago to soothe the man with the green eyes that had stolen her mind. Bear was tired of being tired. Exhausted from being afraid, from putting her focus on escaping, and all she wanted was a fucking nap.
This time, her attempt was interrupted by what sounded like Priya shouting “YOU WHAT?!” Even now, on bed rest, despite her forcing the reins of Seal Team 3 back into Bug’s hands yet again, there was still work to be done. Bear only wondered what had her mild mannered second yelling in such a way. Had someone come forward about their involvement in her capture? Or had someone incorrectly filled out a form and caused Bug two hours of extra work?
Either way, Bear felt the exhaustion seep into her bones as she shut her eyes against the fluorescent lighting that seemed to force its way into every pore. She felt like she was under a microscope; every twitch, every rustle, on display for the world to see her wounds.
All she wanted was to sleep, but it had eluded her at every attempt thus far and it was already driving her up the wall.
A nurse passed by the open door and Bear waved her over, asking her if she could shut the lights off. A nod and then a click and the room seemed to fall quiet. The only remaining light came from the open window, but it grew faint the longer Jake was gone and so she reached, pulling at some of her stitches and was able to turn the bedside light on.
It had clearly been brought in for Jake as he spent his time watching over her and the thought sent butterflies racing through her stomach.
He was safe.
And so was she.
Bear could rest easier now. Her hours spent in worry for her team, for Jake, for everyone was over. Bug had it handled and she could lay back and let her team handle it.
So she dozed in her room, waiting for the green-eyed, golden haired man she loved to come back to her.
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Jake was silent the entire way back to the infirmary, lost in his thoughts. But he was quickly pulled from them when Bear gasped, her eyes catching on the growing bruise around his eyes and nose. “What happened?”
“Hazard.”
“He’s just wandering?” Bear’s eyes flared with anger that the traitor would lay his hands on Jake. “No one’s watching him? Questioning him?” Her hand moved up to trace over his cheekbone, a feather light touch over his bruising eye.
Jake sat on the edge of the bed, catching her hand and pulling it down to rest on her lap. “Teddy. I’m okay. Pretty damn sure Shrike led him into my path, knowin’ that I had his number.”
Her anger suddenly forgotten, Bear grabbed his other hand with hers, gently running a thumb over the broken skin on his knuckles. “You hurt him?”
“I did. Couldn’t let him get away with the shit he pulled, he hurt my girl,” Jake replied softly, meeting her eyes. “I would have killed him if I thought that’s what you woulda wanted.”
Bear shook her head. “Jake, no. His skull is mine. But he will face justice, Admiral Harris has been informed of the situation. All of it,” she told him, her eyes softening as they caught the truthfulness of his words. “I love you. I don’t care how fast it is. I love you.” She raised his hand to her lips, trailing barely-there kisses over his knuckles, only stopping when Jake’s hand lifted her head up to kiss her gently.
“I love you too, Teddy. I love you too.”
Everything else could wait. The world was on pause, Bear thought, as Jake folded himself into her hospital bed, pulling her into his arms and peppering kisses to her face.
He loved her and she, him. What more could be said?
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A/N: They finally said it! I know I freaked some of y’all out with that nightmare in the last part but I think I made up for it! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s for being incredible betas. And let’s all thank @dakotakazansky for talking me out of what I had originally planned for these two and for helping me with some replotting!
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xuzuitengenx · 6 months
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Diluc Ragnvindr x (Top) Male Reader Fluff / Angst Oneshot
Title—"Happy"
Genre—Fluff to Angst
AU—None
CW: Mentions of Death, OOC
A/N: I wrote this at 3am so this will have bad Grammer and spelling errors!
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Diluc groans as the morning light hits his face, his face scrunched. He moves away from the light, turning on his other side and his face unexpectedly hitting against a warm chest. Without second thoughts, Diluc snuggled closer, his face away from the light and into warmth which made his body relax to a sleepy state once more.
Diluc slowly starts to fall asleep again until the door bursts opens which caused the two people in that room to become wide awake, sitting up in bed as the couple's eyes tried to adjust.
"Awake up! It's Christmas!!"
"C'mon, Papa and Dad! It's Christmas day!"
Two kids yelled at the two adults that were still in bed, their nerves calmed down a bit.
Diluc rubs his eyes as he looks over at the other man who was called, "Dad". The love of his life, his flame, his heart, his other half, M/N L/N.
M/N gave his two kids a sleepy smile as he mumbles along the lines: "Yay, Christmas." M/N looked over at his husband, giving him a smile too before giving him a kiss on his cheek.
"I wanna open the presents, Dad!"
"Get out of bed, sleepyheads!!"
Diluc looks at the children he calls his kids. They were M/N's and Diluc's adopted children but Diluc always thought that they held almost the same personality as M/N.
Even though, at first, Diluc and M/N thought that having kids was a bad idea due to their lines of work but after a few years of slowly settling down, they decided to start a family.
Diluc watches M/N through blurry eyes getting out of bed and hugging their kids which they hugged him back quickly, excited about the presents and wanting to open them soon.
The kids then moved onto Diluc, jumping onto the bed and both of them hugging on each side of Diluc that he returned, giving them a kiss on their heads.
"Let's get out of bed, Papa! I want to open presents!"
Diluc smiles as he nods. "Alright, let's go then." Diluc agrees, making the kids happy and jumping out of the bed and run out of the room, leaving the adults behind.
Diluc gets out of bed, yawning as he walks up to M/N.
M/N gives Diluc another kiss but on his forehead that lasted longer than the first one on his cheek.
"Merry Christmas, my love." M/N smiles.
Diluc smiles as his heart felt full of love.
His life was complete.
He was going to grow old with his soulmate, watching his kids grow up and have families of their own. He and M/N were going to have grandchildren and talk about their adventures and their love story to them...
Until Diluc woke up.
Diluc felt the morning light hit his face, making him groan and turn away from the sun.
Instead of feeling M/N's body against his own, there was nothing. Only a cold side of the bed, making Diluc alarmed as he sat up in the bed.
Where was M/N?
He'd always sleeps next to Diluc so why was he not here?
Diluc then remembers a very important detail.
M/N L/N had died.
Diluc looks over the nightstand where a broken frame of him and M/N sat. Diluc remembers why that frame was broken.. It was on the same day he was told that M/N died during a mission.
Diluc was angered, heartbroken, sad and felt useless. Seeing the happy picture of M/N who took Diluc by surprise with the Kamera, he threw the frame against the wall as his tears filled his eyes and he felt his heart shattered into unfixable shards.
He didn't believe it then and now.
It has only been a few months.
A few months since he felt M/N's touch.
Since he heard his contagious laugh.
Since he saw that bright smile.
His (E/C) eyes.
His hair.
His humor.
His voice.
His scent.
His reassuring promises of kids and growing old together.
He missed everything about stupid man.
He loved that stupid man so much that he couldn't imagine breathing without him.
Diluc couldn't cry anymore after months of doing so as he looked at the broken frame.
He remembered the dream that he had. The life that they could've had together. With the kids and mornings of kisses, beginning their boring days of the rest of their life together.
Now, he sits alone in the cold bed and an quiet house of grief.
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hayakaki · 3 months
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GIMME YOUR TIP !
╰┈➤ In which you ask yuuta for his tip but he misunderstands you with something completely different
pairing: yuuta x f!reader
genre: fluff, crack
warnings; none!
you and yuuta were both on a date together - eating at some restaurant that you both liked. while you were waiting for your food you both decided that you would be paying for everything because yuuta would always pay, yuuta tried to let you make him pay but you wouldn’t let him and told him that it was on you.
after the food came you both ate; occasionally him giving you some of his food or you giving some of yours to him, the time you finished your food you took out your wallet and went to grab the amount of money that was in total.
yuuta was silently munching on his food while staring at you putting the total money on the table when he suddenly heard you speak up, but it wasn’t something he was expecting, “gimme your tip.”
“…” yuuta stopped chewing on his food and blankly stared at you, "excuse me?" yuuta almost spat out his food because of your request.
yuuta started panicking on the inside, ‘did she ask me for-‘ … yuuta had so many thoughts inside his head he almost had a headache. ‘did she really mean what I think she meant or was she teasing me intentionally?’
yuuta started to get really flustered from this because it couldn't be possible that his own girlfriend was asking him for something like that right in this public place.
he watched as you looked up at him with an serious expression, “i need your tip.” she said it again.
‘just my tip? what, did she mean money or something?’ yuuta cleared his throat before responding, "my tip, huh?"
yuuta was just taking his time to think about what she was actually implying. he could literally get kicked out of here for something like that. she had to be playing with him, right?
he watches as his girl moved her head, shes nodding. “yea your tip,” she clarified.
"you're making me nervous with how calmly you're asking this,” he was sure that you were messing with him at this point. i mean- who asks for another person's tip so casually at a damn restaurant? the way that you were looking at him with such a serious face made him feel self conscious.
yuuta continued staring at the person in front of him when you suddenly burst out laughing to yourself, “yuuta, what are you talking about? im asking for your tip to give to the waitress.”
thats when it hit him, ‘oh! oh…’ yuuta started feeling hot on the inside and he knew he was probably red as hell.
the giggles of his girlfriend was still going on, “didn’t think you’d have such a dirty mind,” you told him and he tried denying it but you cut him off.
“you’re cute yuuta,” you stood up with your money and kissed his forehead before leaving to pay at the cashier.
masterlist !
©hayakaki - pls do not repost/copy my work !
pls correct me if i have any grammer mistakes!
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oval3000 · 7 months
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"Hello"
Simon Riley x Reader
Not my art! Not my characters!
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After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.
! WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story.
New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
C/S/T =Country or Sate or Town.
"Alright team, we did good. Time to wrap it up and go home!" Price yelled out as they dragged Makarov's dead body out. Soap gave Price a head nod and a fist bump on Simon's shoulder.
"We did good, Lt" Soap said as they both walked inside the vehicle.
Simon was honestly relieved to go home. He never cared about going home or not, but defeating Makorav made him feel like he got hit by a bus.
Everyone was cheering and giving eachother high fives and words of encouragement. Eventually Gaz had mentioned about going out for drinks as a celebration. Everyone agreed expect for Simon. He was happy about the win, but his body could really use a nice shower and a nice rest on a comfortable mattress.
"What do you say? Lt?" Soap budged him on his side with a smile on his face.
Simon crossed his arms and laid back, "Pass, you guys can enjoy yourselfs." He felt bad for turning down the fun, but he knew his limits and the last thing he wants is to end up at the hospital for lack of rest.
"You sure?" Soap plead, hoping Simon can change his mind.
"Affirmative." Simon shut his eyes and let it out a sigh.
When they got back to the base everyone headed to the bar as Simon headed on the opposite direction. He opened the trunk of the car and placed his duffle bag there.
The driver who was dropping him off was talking to him about how things went, obviously, keeping things confidential. The driver is familiar with soldiers by picking them up from their homes to dropping them off back. Simon didn't have the energy to speak in full sentences so he responded with '"mhms" and head nods.
As he saw his apartment building, he was almost drawn back by how quickly he forgotten the building structure. He pulled out his keys as he waved the driver goodbye.
He knows how things are quiet in the building, especially his floor. Alot of empty apartments ready for someone to move in.
He entered into his home quickly closing the door and locking it, double locking it for extra safety. Not that anybody dangerous lives there, but for someone like him, you could never be too careful.
He gently threw his black duffle bag onto the couch and made his way to his bedroom. He took of his black jacket and black hoodie revealing his tight black short showing off every muscle he has. As he took of his shirt he couldn't help to feel a good stretch letting out a deep sigh. He unbuckled his pants and quickly took them off including his underwear.
He turned on the shower head as he took off his mask and placing it on the sink for him to wash it later.
He felt his muscles relax more as he felt the water dripping down his body. The scent of sweat and dirt washed away has he scrubbed every inch of his body with his body wash and loofah.
He got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist walking towards his closet, quickly putting on some men's boxers, grey sweatpants and a light t-shirt. He didn't bother getting himself comfortable in bed he just flopped down on his stomach and closed his eyes.
He didn't know how long he slept and he didn't care. He didn't have anywhere to go either way. When he opened his eyes by the noises coming from outside his apartment door he saw the sun shining through his closed white curtains. He laid back with his arms spread out.
Hearing the noises from outside made him curious to know who it was or what it was. He really wanted to ignore it, however when you leave in a peaceful quiet home and out of the sudden it's no longer quiet, curiosity takes over you.
He got up and made his way to the door. He didn't want to be abrupt and come out of the blue so he peaked through. He saw multiple boxes on the floor all labeled as 'Clothes' 'kitchen' 'books' 'accessories' and so on. His eye gaze went up as he heard a woman's voice. He saw you standing there on the phone talking to someone as you were kicking the box labeled as 'movies and cd' inside your new apartment.
He looked away ashamed that he's spying on his new neighbor. He couldn't hear everything your were saying but by context you were talking to your friend about your new place and the address. When he heard you say goodbye he waited a while hearing you carrying boxes inside.
He opened his door and walked out seeing you fully standing there with a box in your hands.
You looked at him and as a smile grew on your face. "Hello," you quickly placed the box down on the floor as you reached your hand out, "my name is y/n."
He shook your hand with a soft gentle touch, afraid of applying too much pressure on your delicate small hand, "new neighbor? Simon Riley"
You were a little shocked to hear his thick deep British accent that you weren't so use to." Yes. I'm moving in- I hope I didn't disturb you with the noises"
"Not at all, was already up" he looked at the boxes behind and saw that you have a long way to go, "let me help you"
"That's okay I don't want to inte-" you were cut off by Simon picking up the box you placed on the floor.
"S'not a problem. Just tell where to put it" he made his way inside your apartment. You honestly didn't expect your first vsistor this early and certainly a man. A man like him. Tall, masculine, tattoos on his arm. As you faced his back you can see a tattoo on the back of his neck, but not clearly since half of his was covered by his t-shirt, which did nothing to hide his back muscles.
"Thank you."
Has he finished placing the last box in your so-called living room you couldn't help, but to feel bad that you made someone work for you on your first day of moving. You knew you had to thank him for it more than just simple words.
He looked around "That's all?"
"I believe so. Thank you so much, you saved me from a headache." You palmed your forehead while the other hand rested on your hip.
"Don't sweat it. Moving can be stressful." He made his way towards you. You felt nervous as you got a clear view of his face.
"..uh..so how long have you been living here. I've met a few of the other people living here except for you" you wanted to slap yourself for asking stupid questions, but it helps to cut out the awkwardness.
"For a few years now. Although it doesn't feel like it. I just got back from my deployment la-" he quickly bit his tounge not wanting to mention that he just got home last night. He could tell you felt bad for having him helping you even though it really wasn't a problem. Last thing he wants is to make you feel even more bad.
"Oh so you're in the military" you smiled as your thoughts of questions about him washed away. It made sense.
"And you're not from here?" He didn't want to explore more deeply into his job knowing is not all sunshine and rainbows.
You rubbed the back of your neck. "Yeah I actually moved into the city a couple months ago. But it's finally nice to get settled in and having a fresh start."
He gave you a soft stare as he crossed his arms flexing more of biceps and triceps "So where are you really from?"
"I'm form C/S/T"
He gave you a small smile. It felt good for him to speak to someone that isn't related to the military.
"Well, I should get going? If you need help with something you know where I live." He walked out and entered his apartment. He could hear your soft voice saying 'thank you.' He shut the door as he felt his heart rate starting to slow down.
He's been through hell his whole life suffered alot of things that will make a person throw up, yet he felt his palm sweat, his heart pounding as you spoke to him, as he stared at you, as he smelled your scent.
He hated this feeling, but never felt so satisfied in his life until he heard your first words to him
"Hello"
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simpforchuchu · 1 month
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I’ll make them pay
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Prompts: DAY 15 - “who did this to you?” @febuwhump
Characters: Murayama x reader
Fandom: High and Low
A/n for prompts: Hello guys! This is my first time trying a prompt challenge. I hope you like the short fics I wrote. I will finish them by writing some of the requests I have. I love you 💜
Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...
Thank you and love you 🥰
Warnings: mention of wounds, scars, mostly angst
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The young man ran through the hospital door. He quickly climbed the stairs and started looking for the room he was told about.
Was an ordinary day. Oya was chaotic as always. Murayama was lazy as usual. But his phone wasn't silent like it usually is.
A call came and he didn't even know how he got out of school.
The calling number belonged to his girlfriend, but it wasn't her. He felt like something bad had happened when he couldn't hear her voice.
When he found the room, two doctors were leaving the room. They looked calm. She should be alive
He ran in front of the doctors and looked at the doctors who were looking at him in surprise.
“Is she okay?”
The doctors didn't know who he was talking about. And Murayama was running out of patience. He held the hands of one of the doctors tightly and spoke with fear.
“Y/n! Is she okay?
When the doctor realized who he was asking, he nodded and pointed to the back door.
“She's fine, you can see her.”
Murayama forgot to thank him, but the doctors didn't care. They could see how worried he was.
He opened the door and looked at the woman lying on the bed. She had a large bandage on her face. She had a serum in her arm. When she saw him, she quickly turned her head.
Murayama didn't know what happened to his girlfriend, but he knew why. He knew they were attacking her because of him. And he would find whoever did this.
But right now he should have stayed with y/n.
He quietly knelt down next to the bed and held the young woman's hand. When he felt her start, he held her hand tighter and apologized.
"It was my fault. I am sorry. I'm so sorry, baby.”
Y/n wasn't looking at him. She did not turn her face towards him. Murayama thought she hated him. She was right. She should have.
“Who did this to you y/n? I will find whoever did it. I'll make them pay for this. I promise you."
Y/n didn't say anything. She was silent.
“You must be hating me.” Murayama's voice was offended. "You are right. But please don't cry because of me.”
When the young man wanted to wipe the tears from his lover's eyes, y/n turned to him. Her eyes were full of tears.
“I have a big cut on my face.” Murayama didn't know what to say. “The doctor said there would be scars. Please don't make it any harder for me. I know you won't accept me like this."
Murayama looked at the young girl in shock. He stood up angrily
“Have you lost your mind? Do you think I love you because of your beautiful face? Do you really think a scar matters to me?”
When Y/n closed her filled eyes, Murayama leaned down again and caressed her cheek.
“Even if your whole body is full of scars. I love you y/n. I love you with everything you have. I don't care about anything, I just love you.”
When the young girl started crying again, Murayama gently hugged her. It would be a difficult process, he knew, but they would get through it together.
And he would find whoever did this, no matter what.
HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx  @ninamarie1994 @emperorsnero @koala-yuna @little-miss-naill
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marydiva-17 · 7 months
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One of us one of the people
sully family x human daughter reader
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Warning: grammer mistakes
content : Jake x daughter reader and neytiri x daughter reader sully kids x sibling reader. Coming of age and finding your place in the world and with eywa
fluff - ☁️ and wholesome - 😊
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You were unlike your siblings and parents as you had been born human and not navi like your siblings or gained an avatar body like your father. You had always felt out of place within your family and clan. You could not do what all your siblings and parents could do, constantly feeling left out as there always seemed to be family moments you missed out on. There were times when you were involved with family matters that brought a smile to your face, but there were times when you couldn't go due to some navi still having a dislike for humans, and you are clearly human. It was easy for you to understand the whole matter and enjoy helping from the sidelines as it allowed you to be included.
y/n" ......."It was a bright early morning, and you had gotten out of bed as you didn't want to be late you soon got dressed and grabbed your small mask. You soon walked outside of your shack running into Norm.
norm" Good morning, kiddo." Norm waved towards you as he made his way towards you. Norm had become you, your sibling's uncle, he was looking out for you When you were here.
y/n"Hello, Uncle Norm, it's good to see you are up and about," you gave Norm a smile, You soon noticed Norm was holding a sack in his hands. Norm had noticed you were looking at the sack in his hands.
norm" Hey, can you bring this to your father and Moat? They had asked for these things? It seems like your grandmother has been trying to understand the humans.more."
y/n " that amazing" norm could tell you were upset about something and he knew what made you upset, it was the lack of avatar body. norm was one of few adults you seek out for guidance, about matters you didn't fell like bring up to your parents. He knew all about your feelings and thoughts of the matter of your life here.
y/n" Sure, I can do that for you, Uncle Norm. Is there anything you wish for me to bring or pass on a message to my father or anyone else?" you had soon taken the sack, and soon from norm hands as you were getting ready to leave.
Norm"no that all for now"
Y/n " yes sir" Norm had give that reason as he pat your head, and soon enough you had taken off towards home tree. It kinda of sucked that you lived separate from your family, due to safety concerns for you but there were times when you could sleep over. After some walking you soon reach home tree where you were greeted by two warriors who were on portal.
warrior " Who goes there .... oh it you y/n sorry for the rude greeting" the warriors had their arrows target towards you but soon lower them, after seeing it was you.
y/n " it okay" the warriors had soon moved aside allow you to walk into the village, with the sack you were carrying in your hands. Soon enough you had walked heading towards the family home.
y/n" hey I'm home" you had soon reached the family home to hear your siblings talking, they all soon looked at you and smiled when seeing you.
Tuk" y/n you are finally here I missed you" tuk spoke cheerful towards you and soon ran towards you, dropping what she was doing to be with you.
Lo'ak " oh come on you saw her yesterday tuk it not like she been gone for weeks on ended" lo'ak speaking in a teasing tone toward tuk which got him a look from neteyam.
Y/n " hello tuk tuk and be nice Lo"
lo'ak " yes sis"
Kiri " hey sis come sit with me and have some breakfast"
Y/n " sure K I will love that" you soon walked into the home dropping the sack by the entrance but making sure it got in no one way. you soon sat down near kiri she gave you a soft smile.
Neteyem" hey baby sis"
y/n " hey teyem" you were looking at your sibling and saw they were wearing new clothes that seem to be match in color.
Y/n " oh when did you all get new clothes"
neteyam " mom made them for us don't you like them"
Y/n " oh I love them"
lo'ak " she made them saying it will make sure look like a family" you had felt upset about those words as your sibling look like a family, and you looked like an outsider.
??? " I'm going looking for her norm said she was supposed to be here" Jake and neytiri had entered the home soon seeing you there, they looked worried and soon relax when they saw you.
neytiri " hello ma daughter"
y/n " hey mom" Neytiri soon kissed your forehead making you smile she soon went back to the cooking fire.
Jake " you had be scared there for a bit sweetie" Jake was using his serious tone as he was speaking with you. That when you noticed both of your parents are wearing matching colors as well.
Jake " what were you kids talking about"
tuk " oh we were telling y/n about the matching color clothes mom made for us all"
y/n " yeah they are amazing" you felt a bit hurt that everyone had matching clothes expect you but you were trying your best, not to show your emotions that much to your parents.
y/n " oh dad that sack over there is for you and grandmother"
Jake " thank you" the family had ate their meal but you were not that talkative like usual worrying everyone. In the family as this was not your normal personality.
later that day
Lo'ak " dad said the gather will be happening here this year with all the clans"
y/n " oh dad never mentioned that to me"
lo'ak " oh maybe he was planning to tell you later"
y/n " yeah sure"
kiri " hey why don't we all going flying it will be fun
y/n " I think I will stay here dad rather me fly with either him or mom"
kiri " don't fear sis everything will work out soon"
neteyam " yeah we have to stay positive remember" everyone could agree with neteyam statement. You were still a bit upset as it seem like there were so many things going on and you were being left out of loop.
y/n " ......"
neteyem " why don't we get on with our group task it will be fun for us all and we can have some time with our sister"
Tuk " I want to help y/n" the group had laughed soon getting to work. The rest of the day your sibling were keeping you busy. later that night you had arrived back home. This day had been very eventful when you entered the home you saw your parents waiting there.
neytiri " welcome back children"
Jake " sit down all of you we are having a family meeting" everyone soon sat down, this family meeting seem to be very important. Jake soon cleared his throat.
Jake " As a family I have told you all we stick together right"
the kids " yes"
Jake " well I have started to notice that has failed"
neteyem " what do you mean dad"
Jake " y/n sweetie I and your mom had a meeting with norm and he told us everything"
y/n " everything"
neytiri " yes everything we all have noticed you haven't been the same and we see how you stay to the sidelines, we are sorry we made you feel alone but you are not alone"
y/n " I'm sorry I should of came to one of you when and spoke to you both"
Jake " it okay but I and your mom have been talking and we have some wonderful news"
y/n " what news"
neytiri " I had these clothing made for you but didn't have them ready this morning" Neytiri had passed you some clothes that were the same colors as your siblings, you and smiled brightly at her.
neytiri " you are my daughter and will always be my daughter"
y/n " thank you mom"
Jake " during the gather I want you by my side all of you, I want all my kids with me and meet everyone as all of you will represent the clan"
y/n " what about the other clan dad"
Jake " I will deal with them later but right now my daughter needs show herself to the other clans, as my daughter and one of the important members of the clan and family"
neytiri " your grandmother will be teaching you the healing ways with kiri she think you are perfect for it and ready"
kiri " yes"
y/n " thank you mom and dad thank you" you sounded very happy at the moment, knowing your fears were washing away now.
neytiri " you are one of us and one of the people" neytiri soon brought you into and hug and kissed your forehead making you smile. soon the rest of your family joined the hug making it a group hug. After that day many thing changed for you as you were now opening more nights at home with your family bring a smile to your face. Now you knew where you belong and your place in this world and it was with your family and clan.
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