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69. | e. olsen

summary: in which a playful argument with lizzie turns into some of the best sex of your life.

warnings: oral (r giving and receiving), face fucking, lots of wetness, this is one of the most sinful things i’ve written, i’m never getting into heaven after this and neither are you

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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Dinner had been amazing. Lizzie made a new recipe that she had been wanting to make for a while but hadn't the time to, and after eating, the two of you found yourselves on the couch watching Peaky Blinders. You both binge-watched the show together while you were in lockdown in Richmond, and now you were rewatching the entire thing just because you both loved it that much.

"I can totally do the Brummie accent, babe," you told Lizzie fervently. "We've had this argument so many times before!"

"No, you do more of a Cockney accent, babe," Lizzie gently argued with you. "It's a great accent, but it's just not Brummie."

"Shut up and watch," you said, setting your drink down on the table and pausing the show for a moment. You stood up from the nest of blankets and Lizzie's legs, grabbing a couch pillow and setting it on top of your head to resemble a cap.

Lizzie started to break out into a smile at how silly you looked, having to hold her finger across her lips and just watch you put on this show with a sparkle in her green eyes.

Grabbing a pen that was sitting across a planner on the coffee table, you held it between your thumb and pointer finger, pretending to take a quick drag from a cigarette like Tommy Shelby always does. Drawing from your acting skills, you gave that cold, empty glare of Tommy's, holding your cigarette-turned-pen out and gesturing it as you gruffly spoke, "By the order... of the Peaky fookin' Blinders." You paused for dramatic effect, then glanced back to Lizzie excitedly to see what she thought of it.

To your dismay, she was fully covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter as she watched you stand before her with a pillow on your head and a pen in your hand. "Lizzie!" you exclaimed, which caused her dam of giggles to break entirely. She leaned forward on the couch as her uncontrollable chuckles filled the air, and you couldn't help but give a few giggles at how amused she was by you.

Leaning back up and taking a deep breath, her face blushed and eyes watery from laughing so hard, Lizzie wiped the tear from her eye and said in a restrained laugh, "You know what, babe—it's great."

Scowling through your smile, you took the pillow from your head and chunked it at her, and she caught it at her stomach with a huff, still giving the last of the giggles she had been trying to hold down during your little reenactment. You followed the pillow, landing on top of Lizzie and straddling her, both of you grabbing onto the pillow.

"You're so rude, you know that?" you pouted, but you couldn't help but melt at how adorable she looked. Her short blonde hair, soft and fluffy, was sprawled over the back of the couch. Her pink lips were spread wide in a genuine grin, and her eyes, moist from laughing, glimmered under the lamplight.

"No worries, darling. You're a proper Shelby lad if I've ever seen one," she said in a spot-on Brummie accent as she lazily patted your shoulder, which only made you pout harder.

"Shut up," you playfully whispered, leaning down to her and pushing your lips against hers to get her to stop mocking you. She giggled into the kiss, her lips carving into a smile against yours.

Eventually, as you continued kissing her, your stomach resting on the pillow over hers, you felt her hand crawl up the back of your neck and tangle in your hair. The kiss deepened as Lizzie nudged your lips open with her tongue, and your mouth eased open for her. Her tongue slid into your mouth, sliding over yours as you both tasted each other. Her grip on your hair, soft at first, tightened as the kiss grew sloppy and passionate. You could feel Lizzie's breath fan faster and warmer across your upper lip.

Reaching to the pillow between your bodies, Lizzie slid it out and tossed it to the floor, welcoming you against her warm body with her arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer onto her. You rested your weight on her, letting your legs tangle together. You had one knee resting between Lizzie's legs, but her knee was also between yours, and you felt it shift upwards to press into you. You had both changed into your pajamas already, with you wearing only a large shirt and underwear, and Lizzie wearing the same but with shorts. Your smooth legs glided together as she bucked her knee up to you.

Humming into the kiss, you started to grind down on the knee she was offering to you, feeling that lovely friction through your underwear. Lizzie could feel a hint of moisture on her bare leg where you were grinding, but her thoughts went elsewhere when, due to your movements, your knee also was pressing into her.

Lizzie bucked her hips up to catch your knee, adjusting so that the both of you were perfectly positioned around one another. You rolled your hips upwards, pushing your knee between Lizzie's legs and causing her to moan into your mouth. Your hips rolled back downwards, and you echoed her moan with one of your own. You both felt hot against one another, your bodies boiling with unexpected desire.

You barely noticed Lizzie grabbing at the thin fabric of your panties and tugging them downwards until they were caught, and you lifted your hips momentarily to let her slide them down far enough so that you were fully exposed. She quickly grabbed your hips and pulled them hard against her knee, your bare pussy grinding against her skin and leaving a trail of wetness on her thigh.

Lizzie broke from the kiss to mumble, "Fuck," in a breathy tone. Wanting to feel her wetness on you as well, you leaned up and took the stretchy hem of her shorts and tugged them off her legs, along with her panties. Returning your knee between hers, you felt just how warm and wet she was, and it made you moan. You stayed sitting up, grinding yourself against her thigh and letting your thigh grind against her. You watched as Lizzie, face flustered, moaned and closed her eyes, one hand on your hip guiding you and the other on the back of your thigh between hers, pushing it harder against herself as she bucked her hips against yours.

You stayed like that for a moment, in pure blissful pleasure, until Lizzie tapped your thigh to snap you out of your hot, pleasured state. "Turn around, " she told you, her chest heaving up and down from how turned on she was. Her eyes were dark and pulsating, and you hesitated under their stare for a moment before turning around as she said, slightly confused.

You went to straddle her thigh again, assuming she wanted to watch you ride her thigh from behind, but she grabbed your hips to stop you. "On my face, baby," she gruffly told you, and the idea in her head clicked in yours.

Maneuvering yourself backwards until you were hovering right over her face, you leaned down until your elbows hit the couch and found your face right between her legs. Lizzie slid her arms around your thighs, locking you in her hold. You both took a moment to adjust until you were perfectly aligned, and you bent Lizzie's knees upwards to give you better access.

"You're so wet, baby," Lizzie hummed, and you felt her blow hot breath onto your pussy which made you shiver.

"So are you," you told her, a tremble in your voice from how much you anticipated what was going to transpire. You turned your head and kissed the soft inner parts of her thighs, trailing your mouth downwards as your kisses got sloppier. Lizzie hesitated for a moment, letting you get started before she touched you.

You gave a soft kiss to her clit, feeling her tremble beneath you, and then you started to kitten lick her. It was different, being upside down, but you knew exactly what Lizzie liked. As you started to lap at her wet pussy, indulging in her sweet taste, you were caught off guard by her tongue entering you all at once.

Your lips froze right on her clit as you felt Lizzie start to jam her tongue in and out of your hole before breaking to lick a slow line from your clit all the way up. You trembled and moaned, the vibrations causing Lizzie to jerk slightly beneath you. Remembering that you wanted to please her just as much as she was pleasing you, you returned your mouth to her clit and began sucking on it, switching between that and dragging your tongue down her entirety to slip it inside her entrance. Lizzie was incredibly wet for you and only getting wetter, and as you tried to focus on eating her out, your head bobbing up and down between her legs, her juices began to drip onto the couch. Each time she let out a soft moan, it went right against your core and caused you to moan, so that you were both just moaning messes desperately lapping at each other.

Lizzie was going slow at first, enjoying what you were giving her until she felt the strong urge to give to you. So, grabbing your ass cheeks, she spread them open so that your pussy, wet and reddened, opened up wider for her. She dug her tongue deeper than ever inside you, swirling it around your walls that immediately clenched for her. Her fingertips were gripping your ass so hard that it was already bruising, and the cry you let out at the wonderful sensation forced you to break your mouth from her pussy.

You gave a lazy lick to her clit before giving up, your face red hot from all the humidity as you rested it against her cool inner thigh. You could feel her wetness coating the entire lower half of your face as you got lost in the pleasure she was giving you, feeling so light as if you were going to float away. It was made worse when Lizzie started to lap hard and fast at you, focusing on your clit which made your hips jerk over her face. Then, you felt her press a long digit inside you, and the fireworks that were already swirling behind your eyelids became too much to focus.

"Lizzie," you whined, starting to grind your hips against her mouth and finger. Her tongue and lips felt so amazing, not to mention her hooked finger curling deep inside you. It was all too much for you to remember to return the favor, until you felt Lizzie's hand reach down to the back of your head and push it downwards. Your face was pushed back between her legs, and you opened your mouth around her pussy and tried to pleasure her, but Lizzie's merciless pace was sending you into a spiral. You whined against her pussy, squirming your hips over her as you started to come close.

Lizze pushed your head harder to signal you to lick her, and her hips were bucking up towards your mouth, but all you could do was sloppily drag your tongue around her clit as she ravished your pussy from the other end of the couch.

When you felt her add another finger suddenly, jutting them deep inside you as she sucked on your clit, you couldn't stop from cumming. You could barely breathe, unable to move with her hand keeping your head firmly planted between her thighs as you orgasmed, moaning loudly from between her thighs as your entire body tensed, hips desperately rolling against Lizzie's mouth.

You felt that you nearly went blind from how hard you came, falling limp over Lizzie as you felt her fingers leave you. She let you lay there for a moment before gently pushing you forward, releasing her thighs from around your face to signal you to get up.

Slowly, you crawled forward to the other end of the couch then turned around on your back, your legs trembling from your climax as you caught your breath. As you glanced down to Lizzie, you watched her sit up and was shocked at the sight of her. Her face was rosy red from all the heat, her hair was disheveled, and her mouth was glistening with a mixture of your cum and her saliva. You noticed that the juices had even rolled down to her neck, and you glanced down between your legs to see that your wetness had soaked your own inner thighs. You hadn't even realized how wet you had gotten from not only your own juices but also Lizzie’s spit.

Lizzie must have been short of breath for a while when you were grinding on her face as you came, because she was still panting as she used the inside of her shirt to wipe all the liquids from her mouth, including the sweat that had accumulated on her forehead. It looked like she had just done a workout, and you were extremely turned on by the sight of it but also slightly disappointed in yourself.

"No fair, you used fingers," you playfully mumbled, and Lizzie just smirked at you as she wiped her neck, watching you where you sat against the arm of the couch. "I'm sorry," you said in a quieter tone. "I wanted to make you cum, too, but I—"

"Don't worry, babe," Lizzie said, and she suddenly grabbed you by your ankles and yanked you down until your head was lying flat on the couch seat. You gasped from the shock, looking down at her and watching her slowly straddle her way up your body. "I am going to cum."

Warmth flashed through your body at the darkened look in her eyes as she mounted your face, leaning forward to hold herself up with one hand on the arm of the couch. With her other hand, she caressed the side of your face as she lowered herself onto your mouth. You opened for her, grabbing the back of her thighs as she started to grind on your mouth, being sure to swivel herself around to coat your entire lower face in her wetness.

"It's okay baby, I prefer fucking your face anyways," she mumbled, picking up the pace with her hips. Your tongue started to ache as you desperately tried to move it against her, but she reached down and grabbed your jaw, holding it still so she could fuck your face as she wanted to. "Mmm, fuck, baby," Lizzie moaned, her head falling back. She was already halfway there from the progress you had made on her earlier, so it wasn't long before she was falling apart over you, sloppily thrusting against your mouth as her juices dripped down your throat.

After her moans had gloriously filled the air, Lizzie crawled off your face, allowing you to breathe again. Now, it was your face completely covered in wetness, and Lizzie grinned at the sight of it as she settled between her legs, wrapping her arms around your torso and holding you against her.

"I think we both need a shower now," Lizzie whispered, to which you blushed and agreed with a nod. Lizzie leaned forward to your neck, pressing a few kisses there that led up to your ear, "And maybe you can finish me off again when we get there."

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callsignspark · 7 months

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Mar[r]y Me - part eight

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 5.1k

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part eight - peanut butter bites

It’s February 25th, and Bradley has sweat dripping down his back. He’s painfully aware that he’s the only one; the cold air blasting from the vents has everyone else reaching for sweaters, but he feels like he’s on fire. So hot he’s afraid he might melt through the old, cracked vinyl flooring of the VTC room. His neck is the worst of it; the skin is scorching from thirteen sets of eyes burning into him. Steadfastly ignoring all of them, he tries to focus all of his attention on the presentation happening up front.

“And as you can see here, since the implementation of the pilot program, the FA-18 return to service cadence has improved by ten days. The proposed plan to expand this training pipeline to Pensacola has been approved, and Dave will be working with Admiral Kerner and his team to spin this up over the next two quarters. The schedule that’s been laid out in Artemis, has the ECD for initial implementation on September 24th, one week before the start of FY22. Next slide, please.”

Bradley barely understands what Mary is talking about, but his fidgeting gets so bad as she gives an overview of the new program going into Florida that Jake nudges his side, looking genuinely concerned.

Bradley has always liked smart girls. Tessa Richardson, his first kiss, was valedictorian and went to Harvard on a pre-law track. The last he heard, she was moving up the ranks as a judge. But it’s a whole new level of attraction, watching Mary talk so competently and confidently about the inner workings of the multi-million-dollar planes he flies every day.

How is she so sexy talking about something so boring?

It’s a thought he’s had multiple times since program review began on Monday. He almost had to excuse himself yesterday when she had an entire page’s worth of suggestions for hardware and software improvements. Today has been exponentially worse, because Mary has deviated from her typical attire of simple but professional clothes. Today, she’s paired a black pencil skirt with three-inch stilettos. The heels accentuate the curves of her legs while the skirt hugs her hips in the most delicious way. And he was actually doing pretty well until thirty minutes into the PowerPoint when she slipped her blazer off to reveal a white button-up shirt that’s been perfectly tailored to show off her waist. Since then, he’s spent most of the time staring at her and then scolding himself for staring.

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.

He quietly takes a deep breath, hoping a sip of water will help him settle down. There are no hops scheduled for today, so the Dagger Squad is wearing their khaki uniforms, the least forgiving material, and the last thing he needs is to get hard while listening to his girl spout corporate buzzwords to satisfy the brass from Washington.

Unfortunately, Mary says the words “stick handling” while making direct eye contact with him and he chokes, spluttering and dripping water down his shirt as he coughs. Half the heads in the room swing in his direction, and he genuienly might burst into flames when he makes eye contact with his uncles; one looking concerned, the other highly amused.

Bradley knows he’s pathetic, getting all riled up over watching a woman excel at her job, and the boring part at that, but he really can’t help it. They haven’t had any alone time since Sunday, the week filled with back-to-back meetings, professional development, and deployment preparation for both of them.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

Bradley can feel her breath against his lips, her hand gripping his curls as their cupid bows brush.

“Bradley?” Someone is pounding on his door, the muffled yelling startling them apart. “Are you home? Fred fell! I can’t get him up! Bradley?!”

“Fuck!” He mournfully pulls away, racing to the front door. He carefully swings the door open, conscious of Mary being right behind him, her plate clattering on the table seconds after he stood up. “Mrs. Hadcock? What’s wrong?”

“Fred! He fell, and I can’t get him up! I think he broke his hip!” Bradley freezes when the older woman at his front door bursts into tears; he’s not equipped to deal with this, and he’s worried she might hyperventilate as she gasps around her words.

“Mrs. Hadcock, we need you to take a deep breath. Okay?” Mary quickly takes control as she slips her shoes on and tries to focus the panicking woman, nudging Bradley to do the same. “Is he bleeding? Did you call 911?”

“He’s not bleeding, but he’s in a lot of pain. I couldn’t call; I don’t know where my phone is.”

“Okay, let’s go to your apartment, and we’ll call once we’re there. C’mon.”

She wraps her arm around Mrs. Hadcock’s shoulders and leads her toward the stairs, asking more questions in a calm voice. Bradley grabs his phone, wallet, and Mary’s purse before locking the door behind him, anticipating this becoming a multi-hour thing.

It did become a thing, the doctors confirming the broken hip a few hours later, and it was almost 2 AM by the time he was driving the two women back to the complex. He walked Mary to her car, leaving with only a promise to let him know when she got home, before escorting Mrs. Hadcock back to her apartment.

Bradley was glad that his neighbor’s partner would be okay after surgery and a few months of physical rehab, but the interruption meant that he still hadn’t kissed Mary. He didn’t know what she tasted like. What sounds she would make. How long her perfume would linger on his skin. He's more on edge now than any mission he’s flown.

All week, he’s been itching for an opportunity to get her alone so he could finally press his lips to hers, as long as that’s what she still wants. He’s pretty sure she does. He’s caught her staring at his mouth several times, her chocolate eyes shyly meeting his when she realizes she’s been made.

He’s never been so grateful to hear Cyclone’s grumpy voice replace Mary’s sweet tone, the admiral thanking everyone and reminding the North Island team of the final prep meeting before ending the program review. As the crowd disburses, Bradley makes his way toward the front, heading directly for Mary to ask her to eat lunch with him.

In her office.

Alone.

With the door locked.

Halfway there, his path is abruptly blocked by Melissa Ludden, one of the visiting Boeing representatives. A new program manager, she’s visiting Coronado for the first time to get an understanding of what’s needed for the next generation of fighters, and she’s had target lock on Bradley since the kickoff meeting. Ten years ago, he would have reciprocated - hell, he probably would have had her in his bed after the first happy hour mixer - but now he couldn’t be less interested if he tried. He can admit that she’s very pretty and she seems smart, but the perky twenty-four-year-old can’t hold a match to his Mary.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” She also can’t get his rank correct, which irks Bradley, and tallies yet another point against her. “Boeing is hosting some of the attendees to lunch at Clark Square Grill; we would love for you to join us!”

“Thank you for the invitation, ma’am, but I can’t. I have deployment prep meetings this afternoon, so I’m needed on base.” He politely turns her down, secretly reveling in the little bit of twisted pleasure sparked by how her face drops.

Thankfully, he’s saved from her trying to plead her case and convince him by Slider calling him over, an order he swiftly – and happily – follows.

“Dave, this is Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster, this is Dave Rhoads, the West Coast service director from Lemoore.” The name is familiar, sparking something in his brain as his uncle introduces him to an older gentleman.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Oh, please, call me Dave!” The thin but jolly man insists with a firm handshake. “I was just telling these three how much I appreciated your feedback on the training pipeline.”

That’s how I know that name. “I’m glad it helped; we weren’t sure if anything we were sending up to you would be useful.”

“No, it was great! Getting perspective from pilots really helped us grease the wheels in some places where we were stuck. You should be very proud of your squad, Mav.”

“I’m glad their complaining finally was do something besides give me a headache.” Mav jokes before pulling Dave into a different conversation, leaving Bradley with Slider and Mary.

“Mary, you probably already know him, but if you don’t, this is Bradley.”

“Yes, Ron. I know Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw quite well.”

Bradley feels himself go hot, heat racing up his neck at hearing his full rank come from her mouth. He ignores his uncle, refusing to look at him, already knowing a shit-eating grin is spreading across his dumb face.

“Oh, really, M&M?” He could punch his uncle for the way he laughs through his question. “Exactly how well do you know my nephew?”

“Your nephew?”

“How do you know each other?!” He can’t help how he blurts it out; his confusion overclouding the manners his mother drilled into him.

“Slider was my mentor when I worked in Pensacola. We spent many hours together working on the flight school repair schedule and trying to get me to fully understand the ranks. He’s the one that gave me the flight school sweatshirt with my call sign on it - I think you’ve seen me wear that, right?” Mary’s eyes twinkle, letting him know she’s laughing at how his jaw drops.

“I’m the one that convinced her to go up on a flight!”

“Tricked!” Mary jokingly snaps, smacking his arm with her notebook, comfortable joking around now that the room has cleared.

“Tomato, potato.” His uncle turns to him, his grin even bigger. “She always loved that photo I have of you on my bookshelf. The one where you’re laying on the changing table clutching your little teddy bear.”

“That’s you?! That’s such a cute photo!”

“How do you have that photo? I thought I destroyed all copies of that!” Bradley groans, not sure if he’s more embarrassed that it’s been on his uncle’s desk for years or that Mary has seen what is arguably his worst baby photo. The one where he’s red in the face from crying and screaming, clutching a teddy bear with an atrociously full diaper.

“Nope! And you’ll never get rid of it now because I’ve made a digital copy and distributed it to everyone!”

“Oh my god…” Bradley looks at the ceiling, cursing who is listening for making his parents' generation technologically savvy.

“A group of us are going over to Victory Café for lunch; you guys want to join? My treat.”

“I can’t; I have a meeting in a few minutes and then more this afternoon. But you can buy me a drink at the Hard Deck tonight.”

“Yeah, fine, M&M. One vodka cran on me.” Slider laughs as Mary starts to walk away.

“Oh!” She turns back. “When you have some time this afternoon, could you stop by my office, Bradley?”

“Uh- sure! I can stop by after your meeting and before the briefing?”

“That works, see you then.” Mary gives a quick wave, and the two men watch her walk away, grabbing her phone from the lockers outside the VTC room.

“I’m not going to give you a shovel talk because I can tell how much you care about her. Though, had I known that she was the one you were acting like such an idiot about a few weeks ago, I would have flown out here early just to kick your ass. But I will tell you how much I love that girl; she’s like another kid to me, just like you are. So be careful, communicate, and do your best not to hurt each other.”

“I won’t; I’m just lucky she forgave me because I love her. I mean- I- uh-” Bradley stutters, shocked that those words just came flowing out of his mouth without permission.

“God, you’re just like Goose.” Ron smiles at his nephew and pulls him into a hug, a bittersweet feeling washing over him, realizing how much the boy acts like his father, despite barely remembering him. “They would both be so proud of you.”

Bradley gets a little choked up, feeling like a little kid again when his uncle runs a gentle hand over his head, stroking his hair just like he used to when he was small. “Thanks, Uncle Ron.”

“So…” He can’t hold it back; he has to embarrass him just a little bit more. For his own enjoyment. “Why do ya think she wants you to stop by her office?”

“Please stop.”

“Ohhh! Look at how red you are, baby goose! Are you hoping it’s something dirty?”

“I’m walking away.”

“Your call sign should have been tomato!” Laughter follows Bradley out the door and down the hall to the canteen, where he grabs two sandwich and chips combos.

“You okay, Bradley?” Halo quietly asks when he silently joins the squad, used to the boisterous nature of her teammate.

“I’m good. Thanks, Callie. Just thinking about the rest of the shit I gotta do before Saturday.”

He chuckles as she groans and launches into a rant about everything she’s procrastinated. Bradley listens intently as she vents, giving suggestions when he can, with Bob adding an occasional comment from across the table.

“And thankfully Aliyah’s friend was willing to watch Rupert and water my plants while I’m gon, since she backed out on me!” Callie exclaims. “Like, I’m happy she’s finally getting to go on this trip, but now I'm gonna owe Kelly like six hundred favors when I get back.”

“I’m glad you found someone in time and didn’t have to put him in a kennel until Aliyah gets back from Europe!” Bob says, knowing how much she hates putting her dog in the kennel for long stretches.

Bradley is just about to ask more about the woman who’s going to be watching Callie’s chocolate lab when the mechanics who work for Mary get in line for food.

“I’ll see you guys at the briefing; I’m gonna go take care of a few things.” He dumps his trash, ignoring the table full of protests as he turns toward Mary’s office.

It doesn’t take him long to reach the fifth floor of the admin wing. As the newest addition to the team, Mary had been relegated to an office on the mostly empty top floor. The lack of neighbors was a bonus when bored pilots visited, but the end-of-the-hall corner office was as far away from her shop as she could get.

He slows down as he gets closer, not wanting to interrupt whoever she’s talking to with her “I’m calm, but just barely” voice. It’s one she usually reserves for condescending admirals before tossing them to Cyclone so he can tear them apart on her behalf. Pausing in the doorway, he finds her staring at the ceiling, dissociating as the person on the other end yells loud enough that Bradley can hear it. He lightly coughs to grab her attention, smiling when she perks up and mashes the mute button.

“Beau wasn’t in his office, so I’m getting to listen to Cain’s bitching about my presentation on the manned flight stats as if I get to choose the content of the slides.” She looks down at the phone. “We’re going on thirteen minutes.”

“I brought you a turkey sandwich and kettle chips, if that helps?”

“Oh, Bradley, you’re so sweet! What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be a lot hungrier in the afternoons. You want this now or in the fridge?”

“Fridge, please.” Mary hums before returning to her call. “Yes, sir. I hear you, but like I said earlier-”

As he’s storing the food in her mini fridge, her nails start to tap against the desk, frustration levels high after being cut off again. Bradley grimaces at her in sympathy. Everyone at NAS North Island is aware of Chester Cain’s personal vendetta against Maverick and how it’s begun to leak to anyone on base involved with manned flights.

He settles into one of her chairs, stealing a mint from the bowl on her desk and looking out the window. He loves Mary’s office, even though it technically sucks. She’s alone at this end of the hall, it’s a trek down to the repair shop, the elevator seems like it’s out of order more than it works, and in the hot summer months the air conditioning struggles to cool the westward-facing room. But he feels like the good parts make up for the bad. Like the privacy it provides and how huge the space is; big enough for her desk, two chairs, a conference table, all of her file cabinets, and a loveseat that has seen more than a few naps from the Dagger Squad. Bradley’s favorite part is the large windows that give a perfect view of the airfield, from the tower all the way to the end of the runway and the ocean.

He’s watching waves form and crash on the breakers when Mary moves around her desk, the phone cord stretching as she closes and locks the door, her stockinged feet silent on the tile. She surprises him when she continues her loop, perching on his leg with Admiral Cain still chattering in her ear. For a moment, he’s frozen, completely taken off guard by this development and the nervous look on her face, but it doesn’t take him long to get on board.

Bradley sits up straighter, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her onto his lap while the other grips her thigh to tug her legs over his other thigh. Mary’s free hand wraps around his shoulder, immediately playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir. I have to go; I have someone in my office I need to speak with about final deployment preparations. But I will make sure Admiral Simpson is aware of your feelings.” Bradley listens as he natters on for another minute, unsure how Mary keeps her cool.

“Yes, Admiral, I understand. Goodbye.” She slams the phone down. “You stupid fucking dickhead.”

“Wow, tell me how you really feel, honey.” His hand slips under the hem of her skirt when she leans back into his chest, her hands slipping around his shoulders as she crosses one leg over the other.

“That was me being nice. He’s lucky I actually care about keeping this job.”

Bradley doesn’t get a chance to respond because Mary is pressing their lips together. He instantly responds, tilting his head to meet her and sliding his hand up to cup her neck. She’s so warm and solid on his lap; he loves the weight of her pressing against him.

Time feels syrupy, slow and sweet, matching their pace. It’s taken them ages to get here, their first kiss, but there’s no rush, no urgency. It’s comfortable - loving - like they’ve been doing this for years. He’s in awe of how perfectly they fit together, their bodies instinctively reacting to each other. It starts to heat up when their tongues meet, the two of them pressing closer, closer, closer to taste each other.

Minty. She must've had a mint before I showed up, he thinks as his left hand slips further under her skirt. Bradley feels his brain break when he meets lace halfway up her thigh.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” He asks, voice edging on desperate.

Mary nods, panting and looking gorgeous with her flushed cheeks. “I hate pantyhose, and it’s so much easier to just wear the garter belt.”

“Garter be-” He groans loudly, thankful no contractors are occupying the neighboring offices. “Fuck, Mary. Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

Bradley presses a bruising kiss to her lips before making his easy down her neck, leaving teasing kisses up and down the sensitive skin. He undoes her top two buttons and tugs the collar aside to nip at her collarbone, perfume invading his senses.

Would it be weird to get a travel bottle of her perfume?

He knows he’s not thinking entirely straight, but he doesn’t think it would. He could spritz his pillow and fall asleep every night to the same sweet citrus and floral notes he’s smelling now. It’s that thought that has his hand wandering to her buttons again, his goal to get her shirt off and then maybe spread her out on her desk or bend her over the table or get her in his lap on the couch…

“Bradley, wait, we- shit!” Mary pulls him back to her face, chest heaving. “We still have meetings.”

“Shit. Right.” He abandons the buttons, instead choosing to play with the hem of her skirt while he closes his eyes and tries to calm down. Mary rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. They sit there for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company, just reveling in the way their bodies move in unison as their breathing starts to sync up.

“So, uh… not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?”

“Don’t kiss anyone while you’re gone.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, honey.” Bradley nudges her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Why would I when I’ve got you waiting for me at home?”

“I just- I saw Melissa flirting with you and…” Mary trails off, and he understands.

“She can try to flirt all she wants, but she can’t compare to you, Mary. You’re so much better than her. She can’t even get my rank right, never mind the fact that she’s twelve years younger than me. Besides, I don’t like blondes, you know that.” He winks at her, making her laugh, which was his goal.

“Is that why you and Jake are always fighting?” She innocently blinks at him, teasing him for the pseudo-feud he has with his wingman.

“You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I know I am, actually.” Mary brushes their lips together. “Can do this whenever I want now.”

“Been wanting to do this for a while?” He asks between kisses.

She hums and nods slightly, more focused on slipping her tongue into his mouth again. “Ever since that first night at the Hard Deck.”

“You’ve wanted to kiss me since we met?

“M&M?” A knock on the door startles them apart, Mary almost falling off his lap, catching herself on the desk and rattling her knick knacks and picture frames. “You good, Vertucci?”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine. What’s up?”

She springs off his lap, her cheeks redder than he’s ever seen, and he knows his match. It’s a good thing his uncle can’t see them through the frosted glass; they look guilty as hell, like two teenagers who got caught making out in the backseat.

“Well, I want to get set up for the meeting early, but I don’t know how the controls work in the VTC room. I was hoping you could show me since you have to be there anyway.”

Both of them relax, thankful he’s unaware of what he interrupted. Mary moves to open the door. “Sure, I can do that! I just-” She stutters to a stop after catching sight of her reflection in the mirror above her couch. It’s very obvious what they’d been doing.

“I just have a few things to take care of, and I’ll be down in a couple minutes!” She croaks, trying to rebutton her shirt and fix her hair at the same time.

“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.” Bradley watches his silhouette turn away; his sigh of relief is premature when his uncle comes back after a few steps. “Oh, I almost forgot! Bradley? Mav is looking for you; go meet him in the hangar.”

All the blood drains from his face, and Mary turns in horror, their eyes meeting in terror. He clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Take a few minutes if you need to!” This time, the silhouette walks all the way down the hall, laughing and whistling to himself the entire way.

“Oh my god. Oh my god! I can never speak to him again!” Mary moans, dropping onto the loveseat and burying her face in her hands.

“If it makes you feel better, he’s caught me doing worse.”

“Really?” He smiles at the way she peeks at him between her fingers.

“Unfortunately. I was bad about locking my door, and he was bad about knocking.” Her nose scrunches, obviously trying not to laugh at him. “It’s okay, you can laugh. You would think one of us would have learned after the first time it happened. Or the second. Or the third.”

He smiles as she snorts, pressing a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound and sinking into the couch. Her laughter dies down as they stare at each other. Bradley doesn’t think he’s been happier than this moment, Mary smiling at him with her partially unbuttoned shirt and mussed hair.

“We should probably go.” She sighs and nods in agreement.

He watches as she fixes her shirt and smooths her hair in the mirror, inspecting her makeup before padding over to the corner.

“These are for you.” She holds out a container from the shelf above her mini fridge.

He looks through the clear plastic. “What are these?”

“I made you those peanut butter bites you liked so much. They’re not the most exciting thing, but they don’t have to be refrigerated, so you can take them on the carrier. And you should be getting a box about halfway through deployment, so make sure you send me anything you want so I can put it in for you.”

Bradley takes a shaky breath, unable to swallow the lump in his throat. No one had ever made him a treat to take with him, and it’s been years since he’s gotten a care package that wasn’t from a volunteer group. Despite the fact that he wasn’t speaking to Ice, Sarah had sent him packages during his first few deployments. But that stopped when Ice got sick the first time, and it didn’t start again when the cancer went into remission.

It sucked being the only one being passed a charity box full of things he didn’t like or need, but he understood. Their life was different at that point. New health rules to follow, more appointments, their kids were starting to have kids. There was no spare time for unnecessary things, like sending a box of goodies to a kid who was refusing to speak to them.

“Bradley?” His name is said quietly, and he looks up to find Mary looking anxious, her brow creased in worry.

He drops the Tupperware on her desk with a clang and pulls her into his arms, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth and hoping it conveys everything he’s feeling that he can’t quite say.

Thank you for thinking about me. Thank you for caring about me. I love you.

She reciprocates, matching him, knowing this is one of the last times they’ll see each other alone before he’s gone for two months.

“Thank you.” He whispers when they break apart, Mary smiling at him and pressing one more gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away to put her heels back on.

Bradley walks her to the conference room, his hand brushing hers, but neither of them bold enough to hold hands when anyone could catch them. He spends the time watching her, savoring the quiet moments they get to spend together. A quick glance into the conference rooms reveals his uncle fighting with the display screen behind the podium, so he pulls her to the side of the doors and, after thoroughly checking the hall, kisses her.

The first time of many that he’ll dare to kiss her in an empty hallway of NAS North Island throughout their lives.

“I’ll see you at the Hard Deck.” He murmurs against her lips before opening the door and waving at Slider.

“Finally! Mary, what the hell does “extend the display” mean?” Ron rolls his eyes when he sees his nephew staring at his mentee like a lovesick puppy. “Bradshaw! Get your ass to the hangar, now!”

Bradley snaps to attention, giving a sarcastic salute that he only gets away with is because there’s no one else around, and the admiral glaring at him also witnessed his many potty-training failures. He gives his uncle a genuine grin as he turns to leave, getting instructions to prop the door open and an overexaggerated wink in return.

He does as told and hesitates for a minute before stepping to the side of the doorway, hoping he understood the non-verbal hint correctly.

“So… you and Bradley? That’s something you didn’t mention the last time we talked, Mary.”

“It’s new, very new. Could you not say anything to anyone – not even Mav – for now, please?”

“You got it, kiddo. Just try not to hurt him.”

“I won’t, Ron. I lo-” She cuts herself off, and the silence of the hall is deafening. Bradley can hardly hear her continue above his racing heart. “I care about him too much to hurt him.”

His phone is continuously buzzing in his pocket, but he doesn’t bother to answer it; he knows it’s Mav or one of the Daggers looking for him. In a daze of excitement and nerves, he makes his way to the hangar, wishing more than anything that he wasn’t walking into the final deployment briefing. He wants to turn around, throw Mary over his shoulder, and drive them up the coast until they find a little mountain town with no cell service and stay there for two months instead.

“There you are! Rooster, what took you so long?” He should feel lucky that it’s just an exasperated Maverick he has to deal with and not Cyclone.

“Sorry, Mav, had to drop something off to Admiral Kerner.” It’s probably the wrong excuse to give, his uncles are definitely going to gossip, and he’s going to get so much shit tonight for it. But he can’t bring himself to care as he slips into his chair, smiling so big at Hangman that half the squad worriedly looks at him.

She loves me.

Mary loves me.

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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VANCE SKATING RING DATE PRETTY PUH LEASEEEE (gender neutral)💥💥💳💥💳🧎

AWWW OF COURSE OF COURSE THATS SO CUTE😭🫡🫡 THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST :) I BELIEVE THIS MAN WOULD EITHER HAVE SOME EXPERIENCE OR STRUGGLE THE WHOLE TIME AND TRY TO PLAY IT OFF🙏

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Vance Hopper x Gn Reader!

Warnings: Fluff, Language

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"Babe, it'll be cool, just let me help you with your skate and I'll be able to show you to the guys! They've been dying to meet you!"

While you admired your boyfriends compassion for skating, it was never something you were greatly good at, hitting the wooden floor or the barriers when you were a kid. But now, with the flashy lights, and the lively music, it was a whole new experience, you were brought here by Vance, he'd suggested it as a way to have 'The baddest Friday night experience!' in his own words, and to be truthful, it did sound fun. Vance could burn off his energetic steam that often made your date nights bouncing off the walls, and you could spend quality time with a happy boyfriend, snug by your side.

His hands grasped at your laces with agility, tying them correctly faster than you ever could, before moving onto the next. Your head was staring down at him, his locks blanketing his head, tempting you. Then again, you never had much self control either. Your hand found his hair, rubbing it between your fingers, playing with the soft strands. His gaze didn't falter from your skates, but he did let up a chuckle, you could feel his smile from it, and your cheeks grew hotter.

"Alright sweets, it's all done!"

He lifted himself up with ease, and stuck a hand out towards you, pulling you up and guiding you to the rink, hand securely in hand. His eyes darted around the room, looking out for his small group of friends whom he'd casually mention every few days, you had yet to meet any of them, and Vance assured you that they were excited to meet you after you and him started dating. Keeping in mind that you were fairly new at skating, Vance did his best to slow his speed, and support your frame, keeping his caring nature reserved for you. One hand held your back, while the other kept with your hand, laughing with each other in the moments you'd slip up and almost bring him down, but he was still gentle the whole time. Eventually, the DJ at the rink turned the lights down slightly, and the purple rave light lit up the rink, giving it a true fresh feel as a romantic song came over, a slow beat to it. Without thinking, you found yourself close to Vance, you two now at the edge, leaning against the barrier to support yourself. Your eyes caught eachother, and stayed comfortably, finding home in them. At this moment, it was just you two, at peace with eachothers physical presence, having a delicate moment. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, rubbing circles where your hair began, while the other was cupped around your cheek, having you face him, lightly assuring you'd be still. The world around you seemed to dissipate as time went in, slowing, just for you. The dim purple light gave Vance the perfect shine on your face, and framed him in a loving light. With that, he pulled you in for a kiss, letting you know how grateful he was while he made you feel like you were on air, face heating up hastily as his hand rubbed your neck. Now, it was you and him, nothing else mattered, he was your world entirely, and he made you feel important, loved, special. He sucked the breath out of you in a positive manner, letting you know that he still had it, even after months of being together. You found solace within him, and he found himself in you.

"Yo! Hopper, over here dude! Spare us a minute from your makeout sesh?"

Of course, the main reason you two came on the rink so swiftly finally arrived, right in the moment. Vance's eyes immediately shot open, hand still on your face as he peered over his shoulder, an irritated look on his face. He sighed, head leaning downward before he spoke.

"Alright dickwad! Give me a minute!"

His gaze came back to you, the annoyed but excited feeling lingered out of him. In an instant, he took your back and pushed you forward, leaving you idly floating on your skates before he caught you once more.

"This'll be fine baby, after they're done swarming you, I promise we can get back to our little date,"

He was truly sincere, but you reassured him that you couldn't anticipate meeting them, mainly because how excited he was, but you wouldn't bring it up till later, save him some embarrassment. His hand was now on your shoulder, bringing you to the group of guys, all plastered with smiles. They eagerly shook your hand, talking about how Vance 'scored' with you, while your boyfriend scowled and threatened them, swatting his hands at them, or punching them in the shoulder.

"Vance, we knew you'd find somebody rad, and we're always right."

"Dude, your partner is lit! Did you see their skating skills?"

"Damn, they have any friends?"

All the bickering seemed to last for minutes, but they all seemed friendly, not one harsh or brutal word said toward you, all genuine interactions. It warmed your heart, even the tiniest bit, knowing that Vance truly did speak the world of you.

After thirty minutes of persistence, asking about you, how you met, what type of shakes you liked, how Vance treated you, they were gone, the group going to the arcade section to burn off their unwavering energy. As they skated towards an exit, you let out a sigh, leaning yourself into Vance as he hugged you tightly.

"They aren't bad, just.. lively."

Vance did care about his friends, but he knew how overbearing they could get, even pissing him off most of the time.

"No, no they're good, but I don't know how you see them every day, that exhausted me."

"Well, they do, but I keep them in shape. Hey, wanna get some food?"

He ruffled your hair as you went along, resting his hand on your shoulder, before pecking you on the cheek, his specialty. His eased figure gave him a calm nature, it was a nice moment to experience, to feel the gentle aura of Vance Hopper.

"Thanks for comin' here, I needed it."

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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Uh, hi there may I request: Reader and JJ meet when JJ leaves the team and goes to Afghanistan, they got close during the time JJ was there. Reader then later joins the bau, Tivon Askari abducts both women and tortures reader in front of JJ, to motivate her into giving him the code. (After they've been saved, R is sitting in the back of the ambulance and JJ runs over to her and kisses her.) (Jennifer Jareau X reader.)

All's Fair in Love and Torture

Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and JJ used to be close. When you are both flung into a horrible situation, will you realize that the two of you are soulmates?

Warnings: Reader gets tortured, angst, fluff at the end

Word Count: 2.4k

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“Hey, did you guys hear that we’re getting a new member?” Garcia asked as she walked into the bureau with Prentiss and JJ, their coffees in hand.

Prentiss nodded, “Heard they were a part of the Navy Seals for a while. Joined young. Was in Afghan for a while. About your age, JJ.”

“Really?” JJ asked.

Hotch walked out of his office as the rest of the team gathered by their desks, you walked right behind him, his slightly taller figure just barely covering you from the view of the rest of the team.

Hotch cleared his throat before looking at all of them, “I’d like to formally introduce you guys to the newest member of the team, Agent Y/N Y/L/N,”

You emerged from behind Hotch and you gave all of them an awkward wave. You looked over the team, getting yourself used to the faces you would be working with for the foreseeable future, until your eyes fell onto a pair of familiar blue ones. Her face was neutral and collected, but you could tell by her eyes that she was internally freaking out, just as you were.

You tried to fight off the smile that was forming on your face at the sight of your old flame back in the days of Afghanistan. By the look on her face, you could tell that she hadn’t really told anyone on the team about her time in Afghanistan.

“Lieutenant commander Y/L/N, this is our state department liaison Jennifer Jareau. She will be helping assist us in communication with some of the hostages,” your commander said, introducing the beautiful blonde in front of you.

You stuck out your hand and smiled at her softly, “Y/N Y/L/N,”

She grabbed your hand, smiling back, “Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ for short,”

“Well JJ, I like your eyes. They’re very blue, did you know that?” you asked, awkwardly. You internally scolded yourself for saying such a weird thing.

JJ laughed at your awkwardness before nodding, “Yeah, well, I kind of had them my whole life so I think I know that,”

“Right,” you drew out, mentally face palming yourself harder than before.

Once the team had introduced themselves individually, you made your way over to JJ. “How have you been?” You asked her.

“Good, how about you?” She questions.

“Pretty good, though I have to say I’ve missed you a lot.” You flirt. She shoves your shoulder teasingly, and you laugh lightly, glad and a little surprised that you two fell back into old habits so easily. You quickly sneak a kiss onto her cheek before starting to walk away.

She shied away from you, blushing. You smiled, happy that you had the same effect on her as always.

Afghanistan wasn’t a good situation to be in. Still, sometimes you were able to forget for a short amount of time about the war that was raging, and appreciate the absolutely beautiful cities and architecture.

This was one of the days where you almost completely forgot that you were in the middle of a war. JJ was standing on the balcony in the city of Kabul, the capital of Afghanistan. The sun was setting behind her as you handed her a glass of wine.

It’s illegal to drink there, but as long as no one saw you called it a win. You guys deserved it anyway. You stood behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist. You hooked your chin onto her shoulder after planting a few soft kisses on her neck and on the side of her face. You could see her cheeks turning red from the affection you were showing her.

“This is nice,” she mumbled and you hummed in response.

“I agree. You make this whole mission so much more bearable,” you whispered.

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You don’t know how it all went wrong so fast. One minute you were out with JJ, getting some food for the team, the next you were in a dark room, with your arms extended upwards, hanging from small chains that dangled above the ceiling. You heard the clinking of the chains coming from right next to you. That’s when you knew that you weren’t alone.

“Shit, JJ?! Are you awake?” You worriedly exclaim.

“Yeah, I am. What happened?” She groans. I know exactly how she feels. Like someone hit me in the head with a pipe combined with the worst hangover ever.

“We were kidnapped, I think. Fuck, that is an insane thing to say out loud.” You realize you are close to panicking, so you try to focus on JJ and keeping her safe.

Suddenly, a door that you didn’t notice before opens. Two men walk out. “Alright ladies, listen up!” The bigger man shouts. He was a muscular man, clearly the one in charge.

“Oh my god. I remember you! You’re the translator who shot up a convoy and was declared a traitor!” You exclaim, taking note of JJ wincing.

“Tivon Askari. You fucking asshole. What do you want?” JJ spat at him.

“We need information about the BAU and you’re gonna give it to us.” He smiled evilly.

JJ shook her head, “You’re not getting anything. We won't speak!”

Askari just continued to creepily grin. “See I figured you were gonna say that. We’ve done a lot of research, Agent Jareau, about your lives and everyone else’s lives in the BAU. So getting the both of you was our plan all along.”

Askari was a lot smarter than most of the unsubs who kidnapped people that you have dealt with in the past. He looked like both the brain and the brawn and somehow, this younger guy was dragged into it.

“The question is: who’s the bigger hero? And who’s gonna sit by idly and watch the hero die?” he asked and another deep, sinister smile formed onto his face.

Fear shot through your veins and you immediately looked at JJ. She had her savior face on and she looked ready to sacrifice herself to save you.

“We’re gonna be here all day if I have the two of you choose, so I’ll just pick for you.'' He started pointing his finger, moving it left and right, “Eenie meenie minee moe. Catch a tiger by the toe, if it hollers let it go,” he continued on with the childish game until his finger finally landed on the blonde beauty next to you.

But you immediately spoke up, “No! No! Hurt me, please!” you begged.

A malicious grin formed on his face, “I knew you were going to say that.”

You were surrounded with no one to help you. Nowhere to go, you couldn’t leave your ex-lover behind.

“I love you, JJ. I never stopped loving you, even when you left Afghanistan and me.” you said, as Askari and the other man pull out various devices of torture.

Blam!

His knuckle hit you square in the stomach. You let out a soft groan.

JJ winced, and started tearing up, hating seeing her ex-lover and the person she was still in love with in pain.

“Alright Jareau, this is what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna ask you the questions I need answers to and if you don’t answer them Y/N here gets a little punishment. Each time you don’t answer, the worse the punishment gets. Me and my friend here will demonstrate,” he said, gesturing towards the younger boy. “Where do you live?”

“I’m not telling you!” the boy said, trying to sound confident, but you could hear the shakiness in his voice.

And then a fist connected with your nose. You heard a crack and blood began flowing out like a waterfall.

“Just like that!” he said excitedly, “So first question Agent Jareau, what is BAU director Strauss’s address?”

She looked towards you and you shook your head. He wanted to pick all of you off one by one, and you weren’t about to let that happen. “Y/N, if I don’t answer-“

“JJ, no,” you said, sternly.

She let out a deep sigh, “‘No. I-I can’t.”

“First denied question of the night. You know what that means! Time to play: what punishment does Agent Y/L/N get today?!”

He looks behind him on a folded table full of things that could hurt you. JJ looks at you with worry in her eyes and you just shake your head. “You don’t give anything, okay? I’ll be fine. Hotch and the rest of the team, they’ll find us.” you whispered.

Her eyes started to fill with tears, “But what if-what if you die in the process?”

“They’ll come, love. I can take it.”

Askari turned back around with a brass knuckle hanging tightly around his fists. He stepped closer to you and swung. You could feel the metal piercing through your cheek as your head snapped to the side.

Blood was still dripping out of your nose, and now you had the new gash on your face to match it. He just laughed cruelly at the sight of you.

“Okay Jareau, next question: what’s the security code to get into the Quantico office?” she looked at your bloody face, absolutely wrecked that she couldn’t do anything to help you. You gave her another stern head shake, the loss of blood starting to make you light headed.

“I don’t know.” she just managed to get out between sobs.

He let out a sigh, “You know, I really thought you’d cooperate more, with you being in love with her and everything. I guess that means you really don’t love her all that much.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” she yelled, his words getting under her skin. One of the biggest rules in any force is to never let the enemy under your skin. Don’t give them that satisfaction. But as JJ watched as blood dripped down your face, she couldn’t think of anything but how much she loved you and how much it hurt her to see you like this. “I love Y/N with every bone, every ounce of my body.”

“Well that’s obviously not enough is it?” he shrugged, “Well more fun for me then.”

It looked like they already picked out what torturing device they wanted to use next. An iron was already heated up on an extension cord from the wall in front of you. The basement turned into one of those twisted rooms from a horror flick.

“A broken nose and a gashed cheek. It can and will get worse from here. All you gotta do is answer one of my questions. Let’s repeat the first one, shall we? Strauss’s address?” she gave you another look and you shook your head again.

You can’t risk someone else getting hurt. Not again. The team and everyone at Quantico doesn’t deserve that. And there were still little glimmers of hope that they were on their way to rescue you.

“I have no idea.” she winced at her words, but you gave her a soft nod.

You braced for the impact, the iron hovering over your skin.

“Are you sure you don’t have another answer JJ? This is a fairly hot iron.”

You give her another look and she nods, “I’m sure.”

When the iron touches you, the heat feels like cooking in a pan of oil and having it splash on you. You can’t stop yourself from screaming out in pain.

JJ started sobbing even harder at the sounds of you crying and screaming.

“The last and final question Jareau and if you don’t answer it we’re just going to keep repeating the same questions, torturing her more until you finally do.” Askari said, “Jack Hotchner, what school does he go to? Or better yet, your son Henry? Actually just give me the address to all of your homes. We can have loads of fun together then.”

Despite all of the pain you were enduring, this was really something that couldn’t get out. You shook your head and she bit on her bottom lip.

“Come on Agent Jareau, what’s it gonna be?” he asked.

“If I tell you this will you let us go?” she asked and your eyes went wide.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll find you guys eventually. I’ll have your addresses, after all.” he said, nonchalantly.

You shook your head, “JJ don’t listen to him. He’s a liar. He’s not gonna let us go. We can’t put everyone else we love at risk.”

“But Y/N-“ she began to say.

“No ‘but’s’ Jay! I’ll be okay!” you snapped and your eyes were watering at how much pain you were in. You know she wasn’t thinking straight. She wasn’t going to give out any of the addresses, but seeing you injured was all it took for her brain to go haywire.

She turned back to the unsub, who was waiting expectantly at the answer, before she spat, “Go to hell.”

Askari growled before raising up a gun he had concealed and pointing it at you. “Her first.”

Hotch and Morgan burst into the basement.

“Tivon Askari and Michael Hastingsl, you are under arrest. Put your weapons down and your hands in the air.” Hotch ordered and the younger man immediately fell onto the ground.

But of course, the Askari didn’t go down without a fight. He turned and pointed the gun at Hotch with his finger on the trigger.

Morgan didn’t hesitate to shoot him multiple times. He fell onto the ground in front of you. Morgan immediately went to your aide, pressing pressure on your wounds. Hotch unchained JJ and she immediately ran to your side.

Morgan put your arm over his shoulder and helped you to your feet. JJ got on your other side and they walked you out to the waiting ambulances.

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Once you had been patched up, you decided to sit in the back of one of the ambulances. Feeling eyes on you, you looked around, and saw JJ staring. When you smiled at her, she made her way over.

“How are you? Feeling better?” She asked. Instead of answering her questions, you look up at her and inquire, “Did you mean what you said in there? That you love me with every bone in your body?”

JJ blushed and looked away, but you grabbed her face and tilted it back towards you. “I meant it when I said it. Did you?”

She nods and whispers, “Yes. Of course I did.”

That was all you needed before you pulled her down into a passionate kiss. She immediately kissed you back before seating herself on your lap. You tried to deepen the kiss, but you bumped your nose, and winced, causing her to pull back and apologize profusely.

You shut her up with another kiss, this one more loving and sweet. She smiled and had a dazed look on her face.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I love you, Jennifer Jareau.”

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effortandmore · 4 months

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hi! could you share ur fav namjoon fics with us? 👀🙏

hello dear friend!

i will happily do this, but please know that most of my favorite fics (including my ult comfort fic) are mxm fics and i primarily read on ao3 (i'm just super picky about reader fics and find that a lot of people don't provide appropriate content warnings on tumblr so i sometimes end up reading tropes/kinks i don't want to).

for a longer list than i could provide of tumblr namjoon fics, check out @ugh-yoongi's list here. that said, here are some i've read on tumblr and liked:

lacuna from @eoieopda

all of the namjoon fics from @/ugh-yoongi (but especially the fa&r series and love fm)

let's go, don't wait from @the-boy-meets-evil

all of @yoongiphoria's namjoon fics (masterlist)

okay. my two favorite namjoon fics in the whole world are:

the heavens roll away (namgi)

& my all time ult comfort favorite fic that i read incessantly:

the whole of the moon (namkook)

and here are some more - i could do this all day though so i stopped myself at 20

a feel so sweet (namgikook)

a strike to your sharp and glorious thorn (namjin)

something to give (namkook)

fire lilies (namgi)

to bear the storm (yoonseok/namjoon)

more walls (namjin)

halo protection squad (namkook)

imprints (namjin)

track 3: him (namgikook)

charmed (namjin)

just as long as you'll be home (namkook)

years since you've been here (namkook)

come take it (namkook)

kim seokjin is f***king who now? (namjin)

burn me like an ember (namjin)

bohemian like you (taejoon)

full bloom (namgi)

how i'm imagining you (namseok)

my heart keeps thumping (namkook)

knit happens (namjin)

#fic rec #anon #exposing myself as not reading a lot on tumblr #but the tags here are horrendous and the layouts can be weird #please forgive me i just love ao3 with my whole heart

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denji-core · 3 years

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〔 🍃 〕 nightmares ⊹

𖧷 - bakugou, shoto, izuku x gn!r

𖧷 - scenarios; comfort/ reader is panicked in bakugou's, mention of drinks in shoto' & izuku's, cursing in bakugou's, not proofread

𖧷 - wc. 2104

𖧷 - an. dunno what to say here besides i hope these dont flop bc theyre longer 😵‍💫 edit: why was shinsous name up there? that is a mystery to me i dont even remember putting that there LMFAO

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bakugou

"y/n, you gotta breathe, alright? just breathe." katsuki sits next to you on the floor of your dorm room, panicked and confused as you hyperventilate beside him; cheeks wet, hand clutching at your chest as you yell out "just make it stop, please just make it stop." "make what stop? i can't help if you're panicking like this, y/n." his voice seems to snap you out of your trance, though you're breathing has not seemed to settle. "katsuki?" "it's me, just take a breath alright?" you nod and he counts up from one to three before taking a deep breath with you, counting five and exhaling. he repeats this process with you until you've calmed down enough to breathe on your own. hesitantly, he scoots closer to you, not wanting to invade your space however, you don't seem to mind seeing as you embrace him as soon as he's close enough to reach. "you scared the hell out of me, idiot." he mumbles, arms wrapping around you firmly. "i-i'm sorry." your voice is muffled from the hoodie he wears, and he rolls his eyes as you repeat yourself. "don't apologize, it's not your fault."

the nightmares were reoccurring, obviously affecting your sleep, which was why bakugou had been staying the night in your dorm in the first place, hoping his presence would give you the comfort if a full nights rest though apparently it wasn't working well. he glances up at the clock on your bedside table, and the red, glowing numbers reading 3:26AM, any other time he'd find it annoying that he was awoken so late in the night but alas this situation was different. "do you wanna talk about it?" maybe the question was dumb, who would want to talk about something that had made you so terrified in the first place, but to his surprise you nod your head yes and tell him about the dream you'd experienced through tears and a few breaks when he'd notice you were getting overwhelmed.

"that's shitty huh?" is katsuki's response when you finish makes you laugh despite the stray tears still running down your cheeks, no doubt his sweatshirt was soaked at the shoulder and you suddenly feel guilty. "i'm sorry for waking you up, and worrying you- god i should've known this wasn't gonna work, i-" "hey, it was worth a shot right? no harm done so no need to apologize, got it?" your silence slightly annoys him, "say you got it." "okay, i got it." "good, now do you wanna go back to sleep? or we can do something else until you feel like it? it's whatever you wanna do." he finally pulls away from the hug you two had been in for so long and sits criss cross, leaning back on his hands. "maybe... you just go back to your dorm, i don't wanna keep you up any later." very unsatisfied with your response, he rolls his eyes, "don't give me that bull, y/n, i'm fine with staying up with you. and besides, how am i supposed to get a good nights sleep knowing you're in here scared and alone?" "--" "so why don't we watch a movie huh? that'll probably make you sleepy." you nod, "kay, go get comfy and i'll put on your favorite."

deciding not to argue, you crawl under your comforter and watch as katsuki searches for the movie, finally finding it at the very bottom of the stack. "finally, damn. when was the last time you organized these?" "like three weeks ago?" "more like three decades...." he puts in the movie, returning to you shortly after, "scoot." you make room for him to squeeze in behind you and he crawls under the blanket with you, immediately throwing his arm over your side and pulling you into his chest. surprisingly, it doesn't take long for you to fall back asleep tonight thanks to the safe feeling of bakugou's warm embrace and the shapes he draws with his finger on the skin of your hip. his slumber falls not too long after yours when he realizes you've fallen asleep, not before telling you he loves you first though.

todoroki

obviously, todoroki is annoyed. sleeping one minute, awake the next at the cause of light taps on his door, the clock on his walk reading 2:55 AM as he rolls out of bed, trudging to his door. " it's almost three why are you-" all his annoyance is thrown out the window when he sees you standing there, blanket wrapped around your body, cheeks wet and puffy from crying. he pulls you through the door gently by your blanket, closing the door gently behind you before letting his hand cup your cheek to wipe away a few stray tears. the deja vu he gets from this moment takes him aback and he realizes it's been a few months since you've come knocking on his door like this so late at night. "nightmares again, huh?" he frowns as you nod, "had one last night too, but it wasn't this bad, this one felt..." you trail off "you don't have to talk about it, best we just forget, hm? can i make you some tea?" "but sho, it's three am." "i'll be quiet." "can i come with you?" your fingers toy with the blanket as you ask, "of course."

when you arrive, the kitchen is dark, the moonlight barely illuminating the room, "sit." shoto whispers, pulling out a chair for you, "thank you." you whisper back, sitting down as he kisses your temple before walking away to start on your tea. silence fills the room aside from the boiling of water and clinks of dishes together, it's a comfortable silence though, his presence calms you and he's grateful that you've relaxed now. "it's hot." he says, placing the cup of tea in front of you from the other side of the counter. "thank you, shoto." he leans on the counter, holding himself up with his elbows, his chin resting in his palm as you drink, not even noticing his eyes beginning to droop until he jolts awake, "you can go back to bed if you want, i'm almost done." you say, reaching to comb your fingers through his messy hair, "no, i'm fine, i wanna wait for you." he sits up straight in order to stay awake, rubbing his eyes a few times.

todoroki washes your cup when you're finished, along with the other dishes he used and leaves them out to dry and leads you back up the stairs, and down the hall back to his dorm. "do you think you can sleep now? if not, we can do something else, just let me know." sleepiness is obvious in his voice has he shuts the door behind himself, "i'll be fine to stay awake by myself, i'll just go back to my door sho." "i can read to you? i know you like that." he ignores your previous statement, and you know he's too stubborn to argue with over something like this. "okay." "you can choose one." he motions toward his bookshelf, urging you to pick out a book, "is this one okay?" you hold out a book and he grabs it, "this one..." he reads the title and shrugs, "not my personal favorite but if this is the one you want to listen to, tonight it will be." he gets under the blanket on his bed, holding it open for you to crawl under, the blanket that's been wrapped around you this whole time is tossed at the foot of the bed as you settle into his arms, cheek pressed against his chest. "are you ready?" "mhm."

you fall asleep somewhere around chapter 15, which todoroki can help but be thankful for because he's not sure if he can keep his eyes open any longer at this point. he sighs, carefully reaching over to set the book on his nightstand and to turn off the lamp, trying his best not to wake you. unfortunately, the movement disturbs you and you mutter something incoherent. he shushes you, hand rubbing circles on your back, putting you back to sleep relative easily. he closed his eyes but waits a while before letting himself fall asleep, incase you wake up or have another dream. but when he just can't stay awake any longer, he lets himself drift off, his arms wrapped around you securely, fingers still subconsciously drawing circles under your shirt on the skin of your back.

izuku

izuku definitely wasn't asleep when you'd texted him. instead, he was cramming for an upcoming exam he was stressing over, yet could not concentrate for the life of him because of an odd feeling in his stomach. at first he'd chosen to ignore the vibrations coming from his phone on the other side of his desk, assuming it was random notifications from social media or an app he had but as it buzzed for the fourth time he thought something seemed off. he regrets ignoring his phone as he sees four text messages from you.

'izu, are you still awake?'

'i had another nightmare.'

'can you come over? i'm too scared to leave my bed.'

'never mind, i think you're sleeping. good night.'

midoriya swears he's never unlocked his phone so fast in his life, quickly texting back an, 'i'm on my way, angel.' before quickly throwing a hoodie on and quietly exiting his dorm room, heading down the hall where yours was. he knocks on the door three times before turning the door handle, usually, he'd wait for your okay to come in but he figures this time he shouldn't wait too long. "i'm sorry i didn't answer right away." is the first thing he says as he shuts your door, though when he finally gets a good look at you he feels absolutely horrible, you look terrified; cheeks swollen and wet from crying so much, clutching onto a stuffed animal he'd gotten you a while back, knees pulled up to your chest and shoulders shaking, it breaks his heart. "oh no... hey, hey, it's alright, it's just me." he smiles softly while walking towards you, hoping to provide some sort of comfort, though it doesn't seem to work since he sees another tear slide down your cheek.

carefully, izuku sits in front of you on your bed, keeping enough distance so you don't feel too crowded, "hey, i'm sorry it took me so long." his voice is gentle as always, "can i touch you? it's okay to say no." you nod your head 'yes' though, and almost immediately his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you closer, kissing your forehead ever so gently. "i'm sorry for responding so late, i was still studying and was trying to ignore my phone." he repeats himself for the third time, "it's okay, izu." he frowns at how hoarse your voice is, no doubt you'd been crying for a while now. "do you want some water or something? i can go down stairs and get you something." "no! please don't leave, you just got here and i don't wanna be alone." you grab ahold of his arm, hoping it'll keep him here with you, "i wasn't gonna leave unless you wanted something, don't worry, i'm not going anywhere. how about we just lay down, hm? calm your nerves a bit?" you nod, and he moves next you, leaning back against your headboard.

izuku lets you lay how you want, draping his arm over your waist so he can pull you closer, "would you like to talk about it?" "not right now." "okay, is there anything you'd like me to talk about?" "anything is fine." you scoot closer so you can rest your head on his chest while he talks, "hmm, alright then." he proceeds to tell you about his day from start to now, not leaving out a single detail. he tells you what he had for breakfast, what happened while he was patrolling with mirio, how mean bakugou was being to him during training earlier that day, how he had a feeling something was wrong earlier because he just couldn't concentrate on what he was studying, and everything in between. all the while he draws shapes on your skin with his finger. he continues talking even after you've fallen back asleep, getting things off his mind, ranting, just whatever until he himself feels tired enough to sleep. he kisses your temple and whispers an "i love you." before closing his eyes and drifting off.

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(m)asterlist. | bangtanbetchfics

statement from the author.

⇥· welcome to my masterlist! please do not steal, translate or repost any of my fics to other websites; all works are protected under the CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 license. all works are fictional & explicit (for users who are 18+ years in age).

writing accounts.

⇥· ao3 | twitter

⇥· these are my only accounts outside of tumblr since 10/13/19 + 3/25/20, respectively. if you see my works being reposted on another account, please do let me know.

works. sorted by prominence of member in a story & then by series.

tags. subscribe to my ao3 or sign up here for the tag list!

key. a = angst | s = smut | f = fluff | r = reader

K I M N A M J O O N

⇥· friction | office + matchmaking au | s x f x r | 27.5k | ao3

⇥· ft. cto!namjoon, cmo!reader + ksj, myg, jhs, pjm, kth & jjk.

⇥· themes. rivals, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. gambling, alcohol use

⇥·synopsis: you're pushed to the limit as you find yourself in contention for the most coveted position at the company: CEO. your sexy rival — kim namjoon — is up for the same position (and possibly up for other positions, too). to add another layer of complication, your pesky and overworked assistants meddle in your relationship and find themselves caught in the crosshairs of love and all-out war.

⇥· aerodynamics | flight-attendant!au | s x f x a x r | 15.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. pilot!knj x jhs, fa!reader x kth ceo!pjm, & idol!jjk.

⇥· themes. fwb, shameless smut, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. m/m/m/f, rough sex

⇥·synopsis: being the world's top flight attendant includes perks you never dreamed of: globe trotting, lust filled nights, sexual escapades and heartbreak. on this journey, you find out if it's all worth it in the end -- and who your heart truly belongs to.

⇥· office hours | college!au | s x f x r | 3.1k | ao3

⇥· ft. professor!knj x student!reader

⇥· themes. shameless smut, halloween

⇥· warnings. hair pulling, spanking, light dom/sub, public sex

⇥·synopsis: your world is turned upside down when namjoon unexpectedly becomes the stand-in professor for your class.

K I M S E O K J I N

⇥· aperitivo | chef!au | s x f x r | 5.0k | ao3

⇥· ft. chef!ksj, chef!jjk

⇥· themes. hate sex, shameless smut, m/m/f, food kink

⇥· warnings. breakup

⇥·synopsis: on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in venice.

M I N Y O O N G I

⇥· friction | office/matchmaking au | s x f x r | 27.5k | ao3

⇥· ft. cto!namjoon, cmo!reader + ksj, myg, jhs, pjm, kth & jjk.

⇥· themes. rivals, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. gambling, alcohol use

⇥· for the record | studio | s x f x r | 1.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. girlfriend!reader

⇥· themes. studio sex, established relationship

⇥· warnings. rough sex

⇥·synopsis: yoongi needs a special touch to one of his tracks — and you’re able to provide the inspiration he needs.

J U N G H O S E O K

⇥· aerodynamics | flight-attendant!au | s x f x a x r | 15.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. pilot!knj x jhs, fa!reader x kth ceo!pjm, & idol!jjk.

⇥· themes. fwb, shameless smut, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. m/m/m/f, rough sex

P A R K J I M I N

⇥· magical ministrations | coffee shop + magic!au | s x f | 2.7k | ao3

⇥· ft. knj

⇥· themes. magic, pining

⇥· warnings. n/a

⇥·synopsis: namjoon just can’t seem to get himself together. ever. let alone enough to ask out his longtime crush: the enigmatic owner of a tea shop that sells magical love teas. here’s the thing: namjoon doesn’t believe in magic...or does he?

K I M T A E H Y U N G

⇥· friction | office/matchmaking au | s x f x r | 27.5k | ao3

⇥· ft. cto!namjoon, ceo!reader + ksj, myg, jhs, pjm, kth & jjk.

⇥· themes. rivals, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. gambling, alcohol use

⇥· aerodynamics | flight-attendant!au | s x f x a x r | 15.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. pilot!knj x jhs, fa!reader x kth ceo!pjm, & idol!jjk.

⇥· themes. fwb, shameless smut, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. m/m/m/f, rough sex

J E O N J U N G K O O K

⇥· still with you | idol-fantasy!au | s x f x r | 2.7k | ao3

⇥· ft. army!reader

⇥· themes. romance, mutual pining

⇥· warnings. pandemic mention, low self-esteem

⇥·synopsis: jungkook feels like his world is collapsing underneath him in the midst of a pandemic, but despite everything, you’re able to provide him with an everlasting piece of comfort.

⇥· aperitivo | chef!au | s x f x r | 5.0k | ao3

⇥· ft. chef!ksj, chef!jjk

⇥· themes. hate sex, shameless smut, m/m/f, food kink

⇥· warnings. breakup

⇥·synopsis: on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in venice.

⇥· aerodynamics | flight-attendant!au | s x f x a x r | 15.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. pilot!knj x jhs, fa!reader x kth ceo!pjm, & idol!jjk.

⇥· themes. fwb, shameless smut, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. m/m/m/f, rough sex

⇥· status. complete

⇥· apartment 2b | romance!au | s x f x a x r | 18.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. neighbor!reader

⇥· themes. meet cute, food + ice play, noona kink, bts run!23

⇥· warnings. breakup, edging, light bondage, public/rough sex

⇥·synopsis: one of your best friends bails out of helping you with your dog, miri, just before your vacation. your longtime neighbor — jungkook — offers to lend you a hand.

S E R I E S + O T 7 [or close to it! ☺︎]

⇥· permission to pleasure | s x r | 1.0k+ | ao3

⇥· ft. idol!bts x reader

⇥· themes. pwp + see individual tags

⇥· warnings. unprotected sex

⇥· synopsis: scenarios where you pleasure each BTS member right after the final Permission to Dance concert in LA.

⇥· chapters. knj | ksj | myg | jhs | pjm | kth | jjk

⇥· status. complete

⇥· friction | office/matchmaking au | s x f x r | 27.5k | ao3

⇥· ft. cto!namjoon, ceo!reader + ksj, myg, jhs, pjm, kth & jjk.

⇥· themes. rivals, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. gambling, alcohol use

⇥· status. complete

⇥· aerodynamics | flight-attendant!au | s x f x a x r | 15.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. pilot!knj x jhs, fa!reader x kth ceo!pjm, & idol!jjk.

⇥· themes. fwb, shameless smut, sexual tension, hate sex

⇥· warnings. m/m/m/f, rough sex

⇥· status. complete

⇥· la lussuria: lust | chef!au | s x f x r | 9.5k | ao3 exclusive

⇥· ft. chef!ksj, chef!jjk

⇥· themes. hate sex, shameless smut, bondage, food kink

⇥· warnings. breakup, m/m/f

⇥· status. ongoing

⇥·synopsis: on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs who take you to the brink of pleasure on your vacation in venice.

⇥· apartment 2b | romance!au | s x f x a x r | 18.8k | ao3

⇥· ft. neighbor!reader

⇥· themes. meet cute, food + ice play, noona kink

⇥· warnings. breakup, edging, light bondage, public/rough sex, bts run!23

⇥· status. complete

⇥·synopsis: one of your best friends bails out of helping you with your dog, Miri, just before your vacation. your longtime neighbor — jungkook — offers to lend you a hand.

U P C O M I N G

⇥· see you in 2022!

⇥· subscribe to my ao3 or sign up here for the tag list!

☞ other works i feel “meh” about still live on my ao3, so dig in there for more goodies!

✩ e n j o y these chicken noodle fics for the (smutty) soul. ✩

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akaashisbabydoll · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

ALWAYS OPEN FOR REQUESTS!

【 K A R A S U N O 】

➥FASHION AESTHETIC

PART 1

PART 2

➥RANDOM PHOTOS

DAICHI x ASAHI x SUGA

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (Daichi x reader)

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO “I WANT A BABY”

PART 1 (Hinata x reader // tsukkishima x reader // ennoshita x reader // suga x reader)

➥ KARASUNO REACTS: THEY HEARD YOU MET THAT ONE GUY WHO BULLIED YOU IN MIDDLE SCHOOL

PART 1

➥REACTS ON TAKING YOUR WISDOM TEETH OUT (3rd years x you)

PART 1

➥HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS

PART 1 (hinata shoyo)

➥ ONCE UPON A POTTERY

PART 1 (daichi x reader)

【 F U K U R O D A N I 】

➥FAN FIC

A LETTER FROM ME TO YOU (KUROO X READER X AKAASHI)

➥SMAU

“YES, I’M THAT GIRL” (AKAASHI KEIJI X FEM READER)

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (bokuto x reader)

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO “I WANT A BABY”

PART 1 (bokuto x reader // akaashi x reader)

➥HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS

PART 1 (bokuto kotaro)

【 N E K O M A 】

➥FAN FIC

A LETTER FROM ME TO YOU (KUROO X READER X AKAASHI)

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (kuroo x reader)

➥REACTS ON TAKING YOUR WISDOM TEETH OUT (3rd years x you)

PART 1

➥TYPE OF BF

PART 1

➥FASHION AESTHETIC

PART 1

➥RANDOM PHOTOS

KUROO TETSUROU

➥HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS

PART 1 (kenma kozume)

【 A O B A J O H S A I 】

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (Oikawa x reader)

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO “I WANT A BABY”

PART 1 (iwaizumi x reader)

➥FASHION AESTHETIC

PART 1

➥HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS

PART 1 (iwaizumi and oikawa)

【 S H I R A T O R I Z A W A 】

➥TYPE OF BF

PART 1

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (ushijima x reader)

【 I N A R I Z A K I】

➥MEMBERS REACTING TO DAUGHTER’S BF COMING OVER FOR DINNER

PART 1 (kita x reader)

#haikyuu #haikyuu karasuno #haikyuu fukurodani #akaashisbabydollmasterlist #haikyuu!!#haikyuu teams #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu au #haikyuu photos #haikyuu shiratorizawa #aoba johsai

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fyeahghosttrick · 4 years

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Ghost Swap 7 / 10th anniversary - Masterlist!

Closing ceremonies!

@arbuthnotblob for @temsikghosts: Painting session (art, Yomiel, Jowd, Sissel, Kamila)

@azurefishnets for @kyarorain: The Stars as They Pass (fic, Sissel & Main Cast)

@azurefishnets for @laughingmango: Passing Time (fic, older!Kamila & Main Cast)

@azurefishnets for @arbuthnotblob: The Puppet’s Dance (fic, Cabanela, FFVI/GT AU)

@azurefishnets for @siverwrites: A Future Averted (fic, alt-canon Lynne & Alma)

@blockmind for @tankens: YEEETing the watch (art)

@chaoticnebu for @possessedartist: Yomiel spots Sissel (art)

@gavinnersroadie for @arbuthnotblob: Gen III trainers (art, Kamila, Yomiel, Pokémon AU)

@kamil-a for @laughingmango: Throw those out (art, Yomiel, Emma, Sissel)

@kingscribbles for @traszka: Submarine escape (art, Lynne, Kamila)

@kkozmos for @rabblerauser: Yomiel and Sissel (art)

@kyarorain for @azurefishnets: Sixth Sense (fic, Beauty)

@kyarorain for @siverwrites: Brave little girl (fic, Kamila, Jowd)

@kyarorain for @trucywright: Second Life (fic, Alma, Jowd, Kamila)

@laughingmango for @arbuthnotblob: Airship time (art, Cabanela, Memry, Final Fantasy VI AU)

@laughingmango for @azurefishnets: party gossip (art, Alma, Cabanela, Emma, Jowd)

@laughingmango for @blockmind: Stranded (art, Jowd/Yomiel)

@laughingmango for @chaoticnebu: Prison visit (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@laughingmango for @highway-kings: Skating date (art, Memry, Lynne)

@laughingmango for @kyarorain: Costume ball (art, Jowd, Alma, Cabanela)

@laughingmango for @playghosttrick: Black coat’s for mourning (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@laughingmango for @siverwrites: A game of cat and chicken (fic, Cabanela/Jowd)

@laughingmango for @temsikghosts: Jedi Knights Yomiel and Jowd (art, Star Wars AU)

@laughingmango for @trucywright: Yomiel’s video game (art)

@playghosttrick for @siverwrites: Breathe Calmly (fic, Alma/Jowd/Cabanela)

@possessedartist for @laughingmango: Undercover concert (art, C38, Cabanela, Memry)

@rabblerauser for @raygirlramblings: Couch time (art, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma, Sissel, Missile)

@raygirlramblings for @playghosttrick: The ocean! (art, Yomiel, fianSissel, Sissel)

@siverwrites for @arbuthnotblob: Another Trial (Fic: FFVI AU with Cabanela and Pigeon Man)

@siverwrites for @arbuthnotblob: Jowd and Wooloo (Art)

@siverwrites for @azurefishnets: Coming Home (Fic: Lovey-Dove and Pigeon Man meeting)

@siverwrites for @blockmind: At the Bottom of the Night (Fic: Bad timeline Yomiel angst)

@siverwrites for @chaoticnebu: Silence Given; Silence Taken (Fic: Cabanela visits Jowd in prison)

@siverwrites for @gavinnersroadie: Something Different (Fic: Role swap AU with Emma, Lovey-Dove and Alma)

@siverwrites for @gerry-podunk/ @kkozmos: Sissel and Missile playing (Art)

@siverwrites for @kyarorain: Early Joys of a Ghost Cat (Fic: Kamila, Sissel and Alma)

@siverwrites for @laughingmango: Days Off (Fic: Jowd/Alma, Jowd/Cabanela, Alma/Cabanela)

@siverwrites for @playghosttrick: The Night Before… (Fic: ensemble)

@siverwrites for @rabblerauser: Kamila and Missile (Art)

@siverwrites for @tankens: Jowd family fluff (Art)

@siverwrites for @temsikghosts: A New Normal (Fic: Yomiel, Sissel, and FianSissel)

@siverwrites for @traszka: Sissel (Art)

@siverwrites for @trucywright: Alma and Sissel (Art)

@siverwrites for @ultimateitako: To New Beginnings (Fic: Emma and Justice Minister)

@siverwrites for @ultimateitako: Unchanged Bonds (Fic: Missile and Sissel post-game)

@tankens for @chaoticnebu: Gangsters (art, Yomiel, Tengo, Jeego)

@temsikghosts for @azurefishnets: Sissel the woman (meta, fianSissel)

@temsikghosts for @kkozmos: Yomiel and Sissel fluff (fic)

@temsikghosts for @playghosttrick: Yomiel, Fiansissel and Sissel at the beach (art)

@temsikghosts for @playghosttrick: At the beach (fic, Yomiel, fianSissel, Sissel, Jowd)

@traszka for @highway-kings: Sissel and Missile play! (art)

@trucywright for @azurefishnets: A healthy does of espionage (fic, Lynne, Kamila, Amelie, Emma)

@ultimateitako for @gavinnersroadie: Hotel Dusk crossover (art)

ANNIVERSARY WORKS

@azurefishnets for #ghosttrick10th: Into the Dawn (fic, Lynne & Lynne & Lynne)

@kyarorain for #ghosttrick10th: With friends and loved ones (fic, ensemble)

@laughingmango for #ghosttrick10th: Ten years in the future (art, ensemble)

@siverwrites for #ghosttrick10th: The Dawn of a New Day (Fic, Ray)

Anniversary celebrations outside the exchange: 1 2 3 4 5 6 and don’t forget to check out the #ghosttrick10th tag on Twitter!

By far the biggest output ever. To our darling fandom! It’s been an honor, everyone. From now on, Gswap will keep celebrating the Japanese anniversaries in June, which is both fairer and fa...r away from Yuletide and assorted time-consuming winter festivities (we may do something for the Western release’s 10th anniversary next January but not a full-fledged exchange). I hope to see you all next year!

#ghost swap #mod post #ghost trick #ghosttrick10th #give me a shout if I've misplaced something!

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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read the original / series masterlist. pairing namjoon x f. reader. wordcount 772. genre smut, light angst/fluff. rating explicit. minors dni. warnings brief smut: fingering, protected penetrative sex. it's very brief, most of this is background. timeline september 2019.

Namjoon lives in a very tall building.

He lives alone now. Gone are the days the two of you used to rendezvous in all your cramped apartments. Every iteration of them. Namjoon has seen them all, and it should feel weird, or perhaps unfair and a little violating, maybe, that there’s a person you love but can’t have that has this kind of familiarity with you. That Namjoon has grown up alongside you, two parallel lines.

But you’ve seen all of his iterations, too, so maybe instead of weird or unfair or violating it’s just an even trade. Just one of those things.

Still. Namjoon lives alone in a tall building now, massive rooms filled with art and books, and it lends itself to celebrations. Seoul is full of life that’s nothing more than idle, muted chatter from Namjoon’s place in the sky, and there’ll be fireworks soon. It should feel contagious, exciting. The two of you had sat in front of the large window in his living room earlier, naked, your back pressed to his warm chest, trying to decipher the kites flying along the Hangang river, laughing when they all blurred into nothing but a colorful mess, making the most of it, because Namjoon’s usually not around for Chuseok.

This year he is, though. Hadn’t made a big deal of it, just asked if maybe you’d want to come by for his birthday, so here you are.

“Do you want to do all those silly traditions?” he asks, pulling open the shades in his bedroom. You’ll be able to see the Yeouido fireworks if you’re lucky. “Go around the room, say what we’re thankful for?”

Namjoon’s wearing nothing but a tight pair of black briefs, some luxury brand that’s so affordable for him now it’s no longer desirable. You’re thankful for that, all his tan skin, still sun-kissed from another agonizing summer, and he laughs when you tell him so. “Are you objectifying me, baby?”

A smile tugs at your lips, and you roll your eyes, good-natured. “Yeah, I am. What about it?”

Namjoon is beautiful in a way that feels unfair. He is beautiful in a way that feels endless, like you could look at him a million times and never quite come to terms with it. Namjoon is beautiful when he smiles, when he’s flushed from his cheeks to his shoulders, but he might be at his most beautiful when he’s confident, secure, in love. That’s what you are to him; you know because he’s told you, endlessly.

Namjoon is beautiful when he places one knee on the bed and the mattress depresses under the weight of it. He’s beautiful when he circles his fingers around your ankle and drags you to the edge. He’s beautiful when he looks at you with sheer reverence, when that plush bottom lip gets tugged between his teeth, when he skims his hands over your bare thighs.

“Don’t be a brat,” he says, all humor gone. “I asked you a very serious question.”

“Who says I was joking?”

He smirks despite himself. Still not used to this kind of persona, still growing into himself. He traces over your hips with his thumbs. “You want me to go first?”

“Second,” you tease. “I already said what I’m thankful for.”

Namjoon needs to be challenged, but he still huffs at your response. He can be so petulant. “I’m thankful for you,” he says. “Thankful you’re in this bed right now.” Your breath hitches when his delicate movements move lower, inching closer to where you want him. “Thankful it’ll smell like you after you’re gone.”

You’re still a little wet from earlier. Namjoon groans when he sinks his middle finger into you and discovers this. Works in a second one. “Thankful for this wet fucking pussy.”

“Joon.”

You’re still a little sore, too, but you want the reminder. Want to feel Namjoon days from now, when all of this feels like nothing but a fever dream, some desert mirage. This is what it’d feel like if it was real, you’d think. Namjoon slips on a condom out of obligation and you think, This is what it feels like because it’s not.

Those Yeouido fireworks boom in the distance. Namjoon pushes inside, buries himself fully, rolls his hips. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you may never get used to how overwhelming it is. The feeling, the pleasure, the ultimate meaninglessness of it all. Namjoon chases his own end shamelessly but knows how to bring you with him.

The immediate silence following an explosion is always disorienting. Loving Namjoon feels a lot like that.

author's note: hi, everyone! i wanted to include this here, because i have plotted either the next installment or a very near one. a future drabble will deal with namjoon questioning his sexuality and eventually exploring it. i consider all of my characters canonically not-straight unless explicitly stated, so if that's something that bothers you, you should not read this series further.

this is not something i'm budging on, but if you have any questions/etc. or general feedback, please feel free to shoot me a message!

(also this was supposed to new year's eve 2019 before i remembered they were in nyc adlkjgdfg. sorry for two septembers in a row.)

#bts timestamps #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #namjoon #fa&r masterlist

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mysticm3ss · 4 years

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Masterlist~

Updated: August 16th, 2020

Headcanons + Drabbles:

RFA (+V/Saeran):

RFA x their children with MC

RFA+V+Saeran x MC kissing them first

RFA+Saeran x MC who does muay thai

RFA+V+Saeran x MC proposing

RFA x MC who has been hiding their pregnancy

Individual Characters:

Zen:

Zen x MC on a snowy day

Zen x MC going to a music festival

Zen x MC first date

Zen x MC being quarantined together

Imagine Zen singing to you

Imagine napping with Zen

Zen x MC who can’t stand his smoking

Saeyoung:

Saeyoung x MC with a passion for maths

Saeyoung x MC with migraines

Saeyoung x MC adopting a kitten together

Saeyoung x MC opening an orphanage

Saeyoung x secret agent!MC

Multiple Characters:

Zen + Saeyoung +V x MC with anxiety

Jumin + Saeran x Cuddly MC

Oneshots:

Zen:

distractions [zen x reader]

prince charming [zen x reader]

behind the mask [zen x depressed!reader]

let’s be forever [zen x fem!reader]

countdown [zen x reader] (christmas fic!)

beautiful stranger [zen x fem!reader]

in my dreams [zen x reader]

Jumin:

a new home [jumin x fem!reader]

Ray:

sugar sweet [ray x fem!reader]

Prompts:

“Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is…” [zen x reader]

“Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone.” [zen x reader]

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” [saeyoung x reader]

“I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” [jumin x reader]

#mysme #mystic messenger #mm #hyun ryu #707 #saeyoung choi #saeran choi #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #mysme zen #saeyoung x reader #hyun ryu x reader #zen x reader #jumin x reader

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pretend-writer · 4 years

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Down Below (Chapter 53)

Summary: Y/N Reyes lands on Earth with the rest of the 99 prisoners. Being one of the first people to come back “home” after 97 years of living in space, she learns what it’s like to finally live in this planet.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 1847 words

Warning: swearing, violence

Down Below Masterlist

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With Bellamy in the passenger seat and Clarke driving the rover, Emori, John and I sat in the back silently. I could tell that Bellamy was worried the way he would look back a couple of times to check on me and John.

‘I hope we can get there quick enough.’ Clarke broke the silence. 'We’re no way near Becca’s lab and the radiation is getting worse.’

'Clarke, just drive… please.’ I muttered. 'It doesn’t help when you tell us we are possibly going to die, which we already knew.’

'Stop being so rude.’ Emori jumped in to defend her.

Turning my head, I glared at her. 'Stay out of our business.’

'If you stayed in your business, we wouldn’t have to be in this mess in the first place.’ Emori snickered. 'We were all safe until the bunker opened.’

'If saving my sister is such a big mess, why the fuck did you come? No one invited you.’

'I’m only helping to be nice.’ Emori replied. 'Because of you, Skaikru has to die. Now more than 300 people are going to be killed and it’s your fa-’

'It was me.’ Murphy interrupted Emori, 'I’m the one that helped Y/N and Bellamy out of their handcuffs.’

Bellamy’s head turned toward the back of the rover, 'Murphy, shut it.’

'You’re going to tell me to shut it when I’m trying to defend Y/N? I don’t want her to be blamed for what I did.’

Emori looked at John sadly, 'W-why did you do that? I thought we talked about not wanting the bunker opened because we’d probably be kicked out.’

I watched in silent, uncomfortable that I was in this small rover while an argument was going to happen all because of me. It didn’t help that I was so stressed about saving my sister.

'Other people didn’t deserve to die because of our selfish reasons.’ John said, 'I-I had to do it.’

'You didn’t have to do it, you chose to do it. Now I can possibly lose my spot in the bunker, John.’ Her voice got louder.

'Emori, you really wouldn’t care if people died when we could’ve done something about it?’ John yelled.

'The only reason why you cared was because it was someone Reyes loved.’ Bellamy accused, 'You wouldn’t have gave a shit if it was anyone else outside that bunker.’

John stomped his foot, 'Stay the hell out Bellamy.’

Emori immediately got up and came on my side of the rover to grab the collar of the suit, 'So you’re the reason I might die?’

Smirking, I swiped her arm away. 'If it makes you feel better, sure.’

She shook her head, 'You get on my fucking nerves, you know that?’

'You think I care? I probably get on a lot of people’s nerves.’

As Emori stuck her fist out and swung her arm back to get ready to punch me, John grabbed her. 'Stop, this is nonsense.’

'Are you really on her side?’ Emori screamed at her boyfriend.

Clarke said in a worried tone. 'Guys stop fighting. We have more things to stress about.’

'Unlike you guys, I have nothing to lose.’ Emori jumped on me hard enough for the back door to open, flying us outside the rover and onto the ground.

As we both hit the ground hard, we rolled around while Emori continued to choke me. 'You bitch.’

I kicked her stomach, causing her to get off of me and wince in pain. As I quickly got up, I shoved her to the ground. 'I did nothing to you and you’re getting upset at me for what? Jealousy?’

Bellamy rushed off the parked rover and grabbed me tightly, pulling me away from Emori. 'Y/N, don’t.’

'She pushed me off the rover. She could’ve killed me.’

His facial expression changed as he stared at me. I was confused at the way Bellamy looked at me in shock, 'R-Reyes. Your helmet is cracked.’

The moment with Emori was so intense, I didn’t realize there was anything wrong with my helmet until Bellamy mentioned it.

'Hurry, she needs a new helmet.’ Clarke gasped as she ran to the back of the rover, getting the suit that we packed for Raven.

As she handed me the helmet, she smiled. 'Once we get there we can figure out how to get Raven a new suit. Until then, use this.’

Taking my helmet off, I accepted Clarke's kindness. Even with all the disagreements, I couldn’t be a dick about the situation right now. 'Thanks.’

'Damn it, Emori has a rip on her suit. I’m going to get her the one in the rover.’ John sighed as he walked away.

'Great, now we wasted a good suit.’ Bellamy said.

John glared at Bellamy, 'Well excuse me, it’s not like anyone is using it right now. What’s the problem?’

'The problem is Emori just ruined a chance for Raven to come back to the bunker with us. We have no other extra suit.’ Bellamy yelled.

'Leave her out of this. You’re angry at me about Y/N, not her.’

'Damn right, I’m mad. I’m pissed at you, Murphy.’ He clenched his fist.

John grunted, 'Look. I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry that I care about Y/N. I can’t just switch that off.’

'It’s not about that.’ Bellamy shouted, giving Murphy a stern look. 'Do you still love her?’

Murphy gave a dirty look back at him, 'I-I’

Before he said anything else, John was interrupted when headlights shone on us. I squinted my eyes, trying to identify the people who were on the vehicle. As the engine was cut off, three people came out.

'What the hell is Echo doing here?’ Bellamy got sidetracked and went straight to Monty and Harper. 'Why is she wearing that suit?’

'She was banished and I couldn’t leave her out there to die.’ Monty said. 'I saved the suit for Jasper but uhm, he’s gone.’

'Echo was banished because she cheated at the conclave. She was going to kill my sister when she wasn’t even the warrior that was competing.’ Bellamy cursed. 'That should be Raven’s suit, not hers.’

'Guys wait… We don’t have to go back to the bunker.’ Clarke mumbled suddenly.

I furrowed my eyebrows, 'Uhm, I don’t know about you but I’m trying to survive here.’

'No, Raven mentioned about a ship she found at Becca’s lab. We can try to go to The Ring.’

'You’re saying we’re going to try to live up there, for 5 years?’ Emori commented.

Monty stepped up, 'That’ll actually work. There’s an algae farm up there as well as water reclamator. Boom, that’s already food and water.’

'For oxygen, all we have to do is hook up the oxygenator.’ Murphy joined, 'Sorry, I’ve been with Raven in the lab for so long, sort of know a little now.’

Clarke chuckled, 'Great. We have all the necessities we need. Looks like we’re going up.’

The sudden pain in my stomach made me groan loudly as I slowly kneeled to the ground. It was as if someone gutted my stomach, I couldn’t take it much longer.

'Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?’ Bellamy sat next to me as he put his hand on my back, comforting me.

Blood then flooded out of my mouth unconsciously, causing me to take my helmet off quickly. Not being able to breathe properly from the radiation, I tried to stop myself from throwing up.

'Why is her body reacting like this? We just changed her helmet.’ Bellamy said as he checked around my suit.

Harper quickly approached me, looking around my body to see if there’s anything that can connect to my sickness. 'There’s a rip right on her arm. I’m sure we can fix it with tape.’

'We don’t have tape.’ Monty shouted.

'It’s fine guys, I’ll be okay. Let’s just get to Raven before we all die from Praimfaya.’ I mumbled.

Murphy smirked as he stormed towards Echo, 'I know what we can do. The banished Azgeda can give her your suit.’

'What are you talking about? Monty gave this to me.’ Echo said nervously.

'You weren’t supposed to be here to begin with. Hand over the suit.’ Bellamy joined.

Clarke stood in between Echo and them, 'She’s not giving you the suit.’

'Right, let’s get it from Emori since she’s the reason there’s a ripped suit in the first place.’ Bellamy bickered.

'Stop, we shouldn’t be arguing with each other.’ I croaked as my voice started to fade away from the pain. I put my helmet back on, hoping that it will slow down the sickness.

Emori snickered, ‘Coming from you, that’s pathetic.’

'I know, it’s hypocritical to say now but it’s true. You guys have to work together if you’re going to all live at The Ring.’

'You’re? You mean “we”. We’re going up The Ring.’ Monty corrected me.

I shook my head, 'I’m not going. I can’t go.’

'You promised Raven you’ll go save her. You’re coming with us.’ Bellamy argued.

'Bellamy, I can’t. I’m already exposed to radiation and my suit is ripped. I don’t know how much time I have left.’

'No, you told me you’re not giving up. You said you’ll survive with me.’

Taking his hand, I grabbed it tightly. 'I’m taking the extra rover and driving it back to the bunker. Let’s face it, I wouldn’t be able to make it to the lab since we’re no where near it. You know I haven’t given up. I’m surviving, I just can’t survive with you by my side.’

'Well if you’re going to the bunker, I’m coming wi-’

'If I can’t go and save Raven, I need you to do it for me. I trust you to take care of my sister.’

He stared at me with teary eyes, '5 years apart? How am I going to do it? Raven isn’t the only person that needs you, you know.’

'I believe in you. You’re going to be okay. You got Clarke, Mont-’

'But they’re not you.’ Bellamy cried as he squeezed my hand. Even under the gloves, I felt his warmth. 'I need you.’

'Blake, I need you too but this is what I have to do to save all of us.’ I smiled with tears in my eyes, 'I’m not taking the suits from anyone else and I’m not dying today. We have to do this.’

He nodded and hugged me tightly. 'Take care of Octavia for me, okay?’

It was hard to say goodbye to Bellamy, especially because I was unable to kiss him one last time before we parted ways. 'You know I will.’

Bellamy pulled away from the hug and looked at me in my eyes. 'I love you, Y/N. I’ll wait for you for as long as I need to.’

I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, 'Corny much?’

'Ah, let me be Reyes. You’re going to miss it and you know it.’ He chuckled.

'Yeah, I sure will.’ I smiled, 'And I love you too Bellamy. May we meet again.’

'We will. Of course we will.’

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tag list; @jodiereedus22, @coffeebooksandfandom, @bellamyblakemorley, @wisestydia-15, @dbtvluv , @hurricane–amelia , @lexalexy , @olkathefoxi, @lena-davina, @kellbell44, @thehakunamatara, @akelly4477, @morgannope, @littlegirl-fox, @captainam-erika-trash, @greygarbage, @nathaliabakes, @eternallyvenus, @rauwz, @broco8

#bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake series #bellamy blake fic #bellamy blake imagine #the 100 imagine #the 100 fic #the 100 series #down below series #raven reyes x reader #raven reyes x sister!reader

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Hello! I was really curious if you could write a robin x male reader where one day robin was waiting for you to finish a a school activity (a club maybe) and gets jumped by a group of Bullies (like 11-13 kids) and even though robin was able to fight half of them he ends up getting beaten until reader comes in (gwen style) and help robin beats the rest an robin just watches falling in love in the process.

hi!! of course i can, i dont get robin requests a ton so this is adorable, robin is so sweet smh he had the right intentions🙌

its a little late and i was a little rushed so im sorry💔💔

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Robin Arellano x Male Reader!

Warnings: Fighting/Violence Description, Slight Homophobia, Happy Fighter ( soon to be ) Boyfriends

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Your meeting with your teacher was close to being done, a scolding was laid upon you for being 'distracted' during class, held back to discuss on what would happen if you didn't sharpen up. Your eyes wandered to the clock on the wall infront of you, displaying that you still had five minutes before you were let out.

"Young man, are you even listening to me? Look at me while I speak to you."

Could she be any more obnoxious? You had somebody waiting on your arrival.

The warm May weather consoled Robin, his back laying against the bricks of the school, eyes shut while awaiting the familiar door click, and your friendly voice to fill his head.

His hands that previously rested in his pockets clenched as he heard the herd of footsteps, a suspenseful silent tension became apparent. He didn't want a fight. It was Thursday, you and him were supposed to go to the movies, you'd been saving up for the tickets, while he got the snacks, it was meant to be a day for just you and him.

"Look at who it is, Robin without his pretty boy by his side? Fuckin' shocker."

He kept his eyes closed, trying to remain a pacifist. You'd be out in minutes, he just needed to stall. The sun shining down warmed his arms kindly, but he could feel a shadow casting over him, somebody was in his presence. Finally deciding to open his eyes, he saw what he expected, Moose & his clique, the temptation of violence sizzled in their eyes.

"It's a nice day out Moose, go somewhere else."

The tone of his voice had an edge, a warning, but it still remained calm. He didn't want to instigate anything and ruin your day, but the group of kids began to get closer, closing in.

"We aren't going anywhere. We know who you're waiting for, you fucking fa-."

Then again, you'd want him to fight in your name, right? That's what he rationalized as he sucked in a breath, then releasing it with a firm fist to Moose's jaw, feeling a pop while preventing him from finishing his sentence. The muscles in his arm tensed at the thought of what the end if the sentence held, but it fueled Robin's will to fight.

Moose fell to the ground, clutching his open jaw in his hands while moving himself to the side, watching the show that the future held. More of the kids began to swarm Robin, not giving him a fair fight,

but in the end, they never meant it to be fair, just for it to be painful.

As you saw the clock reach its designated time, you pushed yourself out of the chair, ignoring your teachers last unheard words as you pushed the door to the classroom open, walking graciously to the entrance you Robin agreed on.

The windows were patterned, giving you an obscured view of the outside. It originally looked like the perfect day you & Robin had been talking about, but upon opening the door, a horrific sight fell into line, kicking in your fight or flight instincts. A group of kids were crowded on the pavement, around 4 all focused on something scurrying against the ground, while 6 kids rested against the fence. You knew that Robin was a target, and you knew the scene of one of his fights, so thinking reasonably, you defended your closest friend in the most effective way.

Your hand made its way to the ground, gliding against the smooth dirt, feeling for the right rock. Seeing the kids kicking and staring at what you knew was Robin made the blood flow to your head, he didn't deserve it, he was a justified fighter, only doing it in situations he deemed best, that's what made him special in your eyes.

Your fingers came across a rock that was larger than your hand, and you didn't waste more time.

"Hey assholes!"

You saw the diminished crowd look at you, taking your shot. The rock was sent with force, a dangerous amount of force hurdling at the kids who remained. With a sickening crunch, one kid hit the dust, toppling over while holding his temple region. The rock had managed to find its way to the unlucky kid, which sent a message to the two others. Their heads stared at you as you did the same, and the fight resumed, having you tackle one to the ground, kicking & scratching at what you could while the other shithead tried to restrain you, failing miserably as you head butted him, giving him a bloody nose and a walk of shame to the fence to join his friends.

As you punched at the one remaining kid, Robin had the opportunity to move aside, treating his own injuries. Luckily the kids were too arrogant for their own good, making their fighting inefficient, a few scratches and bloody marks left, but nothing too distracting. However, it only gave him more time to admire your courage to defend him, beating the kids senseless.

You had picked up some things from Robin, he did want you to be able to fight for yourself, but finally seeing you in action made his heart skip a beat. The way you put your anger to use for him made his stomach flutter. As minutes passed of his transfixed state, seeing you get off the kid angry & violent, to quickly running to him to ask him gently about his wounds and if he felt alright left him in awe. You were dedicated and loyal, something he adored in friends, but he didn't see you as a friend. The way your touch was light yet protective, showing the other kids that it was over made something click in his mind.

He liked you a lot.

He loved you a lot.

Sooner or later he'd get to confess to you, but for now he was okay with your caring nature treating his injuries, he'll tell you after.

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robin is such an intricate character so im hoping to nail his character with other requests i may get, tysm for this!!

requests r open, masterlist is up :)

#robin arellano x reader #robin arellano #robin arellano x male reader #happy fighter boyfriends #the black phone #the black phone x reader #the black phone 2022 #black phone

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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What are your top 10 fic recs?

This is like asking me to choose favorite children, but here goes:

and my burden to bear is a love (i can’t carry anymore) @clumsybookworm18 This is a WIP, but I am addicted! Beautiful writing, intriguing plot, and I LOVE JOSH WASHINGTON (and SAM, of course)!

Pacify by @r-ahh-mi Sinfully smutty and so well-written. I highly recommend just hitting up my girl’s Masterlist.

Elliot’s First Time by @imnottiredofgettingoveryou Sweet, soft, and hot. Elliot’s characterization is perfect.

Bird Watching @aboutthatmelancholystorm Do yourself a favor and just check out their Masterlist. Their characterizations of Sledge and Snafu are canon as far as I’m concerned.

Black Friday @alottanothing Characterization is so on point for Elliot, Darlene, and Mr. Robot. I can’t get enough of the Alderson sibling dynamic.

A Whole Snack @rami-malek-trash Christ. Bathe me in holy water.

Ice Cream and a Joint @daddymenrah This was probably one of the first fics I read when I stumbled into this fandom. Muy caliente!

Late Night Blackout by @angeleyesmalek I love the concept and the characterization of Elliot.

Also, Frosting. I wanted to rec one piece per author, but I just … HAVE to include this smutty delight! I seriously love all of her work.

Eyes Closed by @sherlollydramoine This piece, from my friend the smut-master, is just sooo pretty. I love it.

See The Light in My Eye and Come to Me by @makesiteasier I. Am. In. Love. with their style. I look forward to every piece they publish.

I hope you enjoy the fuck outta this list, Anon 😘

#asks #fic rec #recommended reads #rami malek #rami malek characters #rami malek fan fiction

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Hi, I'm the anon that requested shield avengers. Can I have an MC that stutters a lot and gets frustrated often because of it. With all six

RFA + Minor Duo with a Mc who stutters a lot and gets frustrated

Hii my love! Once again I want to say sorry for rejecting the first Hc but I‘m happy that you requested something new, it makes me feel really happy! So now I hope that you will like this Hc!

Please tell me your opinion, okay?

Jumin

Of course you can’t stutter over the chat, that’s why you preferred to just chat.

But it was almost impossible to not talk at Jumin‘s home, especially when both of you were married.

But luckily you only stuttered when you became really nervous and angry and this didn’t happen often.

But when it happened, it really frustrated you.

You had the feeling that Jumin couldn’t even take you seriously.

,,J-J-J-Jumin…..y-y-“

,,Mc, please talk slowly.“ he often said and chuckled, ending the argument right away.

But not this time.

,,YOU D-DON‘T L-LISTEN T-O-TO-TO ME!“ you yelled, breathing heavier.

Jumin observed you, his eyes became huge as soon as you told him.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, the frustration which pilled up finally could just flow out.

,,You don’t l-l-l-listen to-to-to me at all! It’s j-j-just because I st-st-stutter!“

This time it was your husband’s turn to be speechless.

Jumin never imagined you to react like that, to feel like that.

And so he took your hand and sat down with you, talking about the situation.

,,So, you feel frustrated because of me and your stuttering…?“

With a nod you agreed to him.

,,Well, it wasn’t my intention, my love. I just thought that it stressed you out and so I wanted to remind you to talk slowly but I promise that I will pay more attention….I‘m really sorry…“ he whispered, sounding serious.

And so you accepted his excuse.

Zen

,,So odd…“ you mumbled to yourself.

Zen looked up at you.

,,What is odd, Jagiya?“ he asked you and waited for you to respond him.

,,I do-do-don’t stutter when I-I-I‘m singing.“ you explained.

Zen kept looking at you.

,,I never noticed…let’s try to sing together!“ he exclaimed and quickly searched a song up.

You were indeed right.

When both of you began to sing he didn’t hear you once stuttering.

But as soon as you began to talk normaly, the words just didn’t want to come out as you wished.

This made you honestly go crazy, it made you so crazy that you just couldn’t help yourself.

,,Jagiya, why are you crying…?“ Zen asked you.

His heart was also filled with sadness.

He liked your voice, the way you talked but he just couldn’t handle seeing you so sad over this.

,,Listen, I once visited an office which helped me to talk louder and better. If I recall it right they also did these practices with people who stutter. I don’t have anything against your stuttering but if you want we can visit the place again…“ he suggested.

This made you think a lot about it and so, in order to stop yourself from being so frustrated, you agreed to Zen, visiting the place together with him.

,,See! They said that you’re doing immense improvements! I knew that my Jagi was the best!“ he laughed and kissed you.

Yoosung

You weren’t the type to talk much and this had a reason.

A lot of people made fun of you when you talked due to your stuttering.

You knew that with the RFA, particularly with your Husband, you could talk as much as you wanted.

But still, past wounds were holding you back.

It frustrated you just so much…

,,Let’s overcome this fear and frustration together, Mc!“ Yoosung at some point tried to convince you.

,,B-B-But if I ta-ta-talk I will st-stutter…“ you sighted frustrated.

Yoosung quickly shook his head.

,,What if you shutter? None will kill you because of that! I want to talk to you so much, Mc….!“ he tried to convince you.

At some point you really wanted to try it out and so, even through you were still shy you talked more and more, improving a lot.

Yoosung often reminded you to take it easy and breath and do more pauses.

And whenever you did pauses you reminded yourself that none was putting pressure on you to talk quickly.

Jaehee

It wasn’t a lot, you really only stuttered rarely.

But whenever you did you felt just so frustrated.

It wouldn’t be that bad if just the other people around you wouldn’t be so mean to you.

You actually overheard someone in the shop saying that talking to you was hard.

,,This do-do-doesn’t make it easier for me….“ you whispered to yourself.

But of course you you didn’t expect Jaehee to step in for you!

,,Excuse me, I think you’re really rude. My girlfriend doesn’t even stutter that much and you’re pulling her down with your words. Let me tell you that listening to her is way better than listening to you!“ she hissed.

It was just such cute gesture.

,,Thank you, Jaehee. This makes m-m-me really ha-ha-happy!“you smiled.

With your girlfriend by your side you knew that there was no need to feel frustrated.

Saeyoung

He read your medical records-of course.

He knew everything about you.

He was good informed and so he knew about the fact that you went to visit a specialist, helping you so much until your stuttering got much better.

Of course there were moments when you simply couldn’t help yourself but other people were like that too.

They stuttered when they were scared or nervous and none was annoyed.

So why would you be frustrated with yourself?

The time came when he moved in with you in Rika’s apartment.

Everyone knew that during that time Saeyoung was utterly annoyed.

,,U-uh-uhm… d-d-d-o you want something to e-e-eat…?“ you asked him with a trembling voice, gaining a dead glare.

,,I-I-I made so-so-me sandwich-sandwiches….“ you said again.

Suddenly something made a loud noise, some of his gadgets.

,,Really? No kidding me? Are you serious?! You think about food in this moment? You annoy and frustrate me so much!“ he snapped.

This made you fall silent for a long time.

Thoughts like ,,It’s because I took so long to say something.“ followed you.

You began to look in the internet how to get rid of stuttering but it was no use.

,,I‘m sorry…“ he mumbled when he noticed what he did.

,,I knew that you were frustrated. I knew that you felt unhappy, I should know it. It’s just that I was annoyed with myself so please, don’t feel frustrated again.

Instead keep talking like always, please keep letting me hear your voice…“ he begged, hugging you.

All the frustration escaped your body and a feeling of gratitude was left behind.

Saeran

Something that Saeran regretted a lot was, when he snapped at you as the mean him.

Not only did he say that you were stinky, that you smelled bad.

But he also laughed at you, saying that your voice made him throw up, that he hated to listen to your stuttering voice.

This made you even more frustrated.

You felt angry and sad at the same time.

And as he became normal again, he could really feel your angriness.

Your glares, you pressing your lips together whenever he asked you something…

To say it bluntly, you didn’t talk anymore.

You just chatted through the app.

And this behavior made him feel helpless.

It was his fault after all.

But one day he decided to do the right thing.

He just grabbed you and looked deep into your eyes.

,,Talk to me, please. I know that you’re angry and frustrated, but I wasn’t myself!’’ he hissed, trying to read your expression.

,,Well, you c-c-c- could say ,,S-s-s-sorr-y’’ to begin with it!’’ you snapped angrily.

Saeran was really surprised. To hear you voice for the first time in a while made him feel embarrassed and happy.

He simply blushed out of the blue.

Of course, your frustration couldn’t disappear from one day to another but Saeran still managed to make you talk to him.

Jihyun

You actually didn’t feel frustrated because of you but because Lucy was stuttering too.

You felt bad, frustated that your child could go through the same hardships like you - because of you.

And your husband could feel your frustration.

Jihyun was pretty sensitive about this stuff, he immediately knew when something troubled you.

,,Don’t feel frustrated okay? We can send her to a doctor and they will practice with her. If we do it soon enough we can make her speak better.’’ he tried to cheer you up.

You weren’t really convinced, you still stuttered, you couldn’t help her.

,,I’m a fa-fa-failure as a m-mo-mother…’’ you whispered.

Jihyun put his hands on your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

,,Trust me, there are other mothers who are a real failure. You’re nothing like that…’’

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