#god sorry this match got to me but i fucking mean every fucking word god
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watching old stuff (like, beginning of aew) and this is kips first match of tv/dynamite. the fact that he can hang with the fucking elite says so much of the level of talent he actually has
the crowd is chanting "this is awesome" while hes in the ring, having winning offense against matt jackson
hes being put on notice here. he makes people take a double take. he doing well in a tag match against the elite. he had a banger before with hangman. he won the first ever singles match in aew history
so fucking by god tell me why is kip sabian still overlook, under rated as all hell and not given opportunities to prove himself when back FOUR YEARS AGO he was this fucking good and now hes even better
#fuck it im tagging it im tired im angry fucking hell#kip sabian#IM SO FUCKING TIRED OF THIS CONVERSATION GOD GET TK ON THE PHONE I WILL YELL AT HIM#like. what fucking gives. what the fuck#i get it he got dealt with few bad cards (jh. miro. injury with long recovery. personal stuff) but still#they completely fucking halted his progress after his initial return. discarded a character with HUGE potential#after he lost to oc all of it went to hell and down the drain and now they just arent using him#do you understand what this does to a fan. like do you get it at all#do you know how fucking irrationally upset and scared i am that aew will just not only cut him from programming but also let him go#because they dont think hes a draw. cause they arent giving him a chance. not even a single one. maybe once in a blue moon#but its not enough. they dont understand what they are missing. and its making me sad and upset and angry#when hes tried so fucking hard and worked so fucking hard and always been so fucking good but they dont see it#god sorry this match got to me but i fucking mean every fucking word god#box thoughts
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this is how you fall in love !!!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they were best friends but they were so much more than that.
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for when you fall in love with your best friend. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // lando norris x fem!reader
warnings - language
author’s note - literally falling asleep as im writing this hope u like it i love u thank u
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☆ hit me where it hurts.mp3 ☆
♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst ¡!
♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!skz x gn!reader
♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> sometimes things shouldn't be said (or thought) but the words slip right out of his mouth at the worst time.
♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> arguments ; the boys being a little mean but instantly regretting it ; cursing
♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!
hyung line
a/n: here's the maknae line version! we'll see if i can write a second part but i'm debating where i should double down on the sadness or make them have a happy ending
jisung ✉
you didn't know what shocked you more, his calm nature in argument isn't something odd but he never let it get out of hand. today he did unfortunately and it started a screaming match in your shared apartment about god knows what. like a competition to see who could hurt the other worse and guess who won? yeah not you, you won the tears that couldn't stop streaming as you remembered.
"fuck (y/n) were you always this bad? they didn't make my life this difficult." and if you were making his life so difficult then you were gonna walk out of the scene of the crime. "no, i didn't mean that. i don't know what came over me, it was just the heat of the moment. please don't fucking leave-."
"so you can keep on screaming at me? yeah no thanks, i'm going." it wasn't even the screaming that got to you, jisung could be loud and you never cared. but it felt like poison the fact that he compared you to someone he himself broke up with. "just stay away from me jisung, i can't even look at you right now."
"don't say that. i know i fucked up but i can fix it, i promise i can fix it!" he insisted but you couldn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth as you grabbed your things to leave. "baby please, i know it wasn't okay but i can't bear seeing you like this, at least promise me you'll come back?"
"i'm gonna be honest. i don't know if i will." you said and the last thing you remembered was the sadness on his face turning into pure horror and fear that you were gonna leave him forever. you couldn't even make a decision right now as you had so much in your own mind that it was getting worse & worse. as much as you loved jisung, people say things because they truly mean them right? and maybe you two were not meant for each other as you thought you were.
felix ✉
getting ignored by felix meant something was wrong and that you were in deep trouble. it got you thinking about your previous fights with him and how you handled them. you usually talked things out and told each other what you felt when he got like this but right now it seemed impossible as he dodged you every time you got close to him even though he was the one who invited you a few days ago to the dorms tonight. the tension could be caught with a knife and all the boys felt it so most of them decided to leave before it got bad except chan who looked at you two carefully and tried to figure out what was going on.
"lix can you talk to me? i don't know what's going on or why you're so distant but i would like to work things out." you said as you got close to him and sat down but he just pretended like you weren't there. it felt so weird to be so distant with the person you love the most and it deeply hurt but nothing scarred like what he said.
"can't you get a hint? i don't wanna be near you right now. god i don't know why i broke up with them, they're not awfully clingy like you are." he muttered as he tried to walk away but i guess it hit him what he said and turned around to look at me. i couldn't even cry, i was just going through my mind trying to handle everything he said at once and figuring out that i should probably leave. "baby no i'm sorry, please at least stay here so you don't have to walk in the middle of the night."
"there's no way i'm staying close to you today." even if it hurt him, nothing was gonna be as bad as what he said to me and he would have to deal with that. "please let me go felix."
"felix, i'll walk them home and we'll talk when i get back." chan said and i could see the hesitation on felix's eyes but he eventually did let go of my wrist and i could finally leave. i couldn't help the tears that were flowing as i got out of the building and tried not to make a fool of myself in front of chan but he was like an older brother to me so as soon as he offered me a hug, i gave in and let go.
seungmin ✉
you weren't sure how to handle things with seungmin when he got in a bad mood. it's like you two didn't even know where to begin discussing the things that made you both upset and talking it out like normal people. it always led to a fight about who’s right and who's wrong and not about how you two exactly felt. it also led to him using some insecurities against you this time which you were not having it.
"listen (y/n) i don't know what you want from me but i'm done arguing." he said and you sighed, you were glad that everything was finally over between the two of you. "if i knew it was gonna lead to this, i would've stayed with them and never asked you out."
felt like a cold bucket of water dropped on you and it made you want to leave immediately but you froze. trying to process if it was real that your seungmin felt that way about you and your relationship, meaningless like it was nothing at all. it took all the strength left in you to get up and head to your shared bedroom to lock the door and not say anything else. as soon as realization hit him and what he said, he was on the other side knocking.
"i'm sorry i don't know what came over me. i promise i'll be better, please let me see you? i can't stand the fact that you're alone and suffering right now." he said but the sobs were uncontrollable and choking up on tears was so disheartening. "baby please, i won't leave this side until we talk it out. (y/n) i love you..."
"i love you too but please leave me alone for now will you?" you said even if all you wanted was a hug right now, you weren't sure you wanted one from someone who felt that way towards you. you could hear the footsteps getting further and further as you held onto your knees tight and buried your head, trying to make the tears stop.
jeongin ✉
it felt so weird to argue with jeongin. it was one of his first relationships and he still didn't know how to express himself without hurting you and sometimes he didn't know how to handle the tears that came after the hurtful words. he felt like crying himself most of the time he saw you cry and it wasn't easy to calm each other down if both of you were in a bad state emotionally. this time he did let the anger get the best of him and he dived right into the meaningless words that you would hear in a fight, well they were meaningless to him but to you? not so much.
"jesus fucking christ (y/n). i don't know what you want from me anymore, you're making such a fuss and i know they would never do this shit. i don't know why i'm with you." it was too late to regret anything as he looked at you, with shock in his eyes that he even muttered that.
"if you feel that way then i should get going." you said as you bit your lip and tried to hold back from the break down that you were about to have. "i don't know what i expected but for you to talk to me that way? i didn't see it coming."
"(y/n) love, i'm so fucking sorry. please don't leave me." he said and yes the tears were flowing from his eyes and yes you did feel horrible about it seeing him like this. but it was his fault and to grow from it he would have to deal with hurting you as you walked in the direction of the front door and he chased after you. "please, i'll do anything but please don't go."
"if you wanna do something then understand i need some time away from you right now. goodbye jeongin, we'll talk later." you said and closed the door before he could follow you. a sigh and a tear came out of your body as you looked up and hoped that you two could mend things but it was all up to you at this point. and it hurt to know that he felt in a way you would've never even dream of feeling.
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ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?
fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)
content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol
Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.
[ao3 link]
They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.
He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.
He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.
Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.
“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.
“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.
“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.
“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”
Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.
He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”
“You should be.”
“What?”
It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.
“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”
There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.
So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.
“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”
The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.
There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.
“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.
“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”
Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.
“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.
“Huh? The fuck are you–”
“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.
“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.
And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.
“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”
He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.
“Leon, I–”
“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”
At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.
He went too far. And now, you were crying.
Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.
He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.
“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”
His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.
He repeated your name.
“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”
“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.
And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.
In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.
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Forgive me
Leah x Reader
Summary: Leah lashes out on reader and then tries to apologize
warnings: Angst, Leah pushes reader physically, fighting, mean Leah, fluffy smut in the end.
"Can you just shut the fuck up, I'm so fucking tired oh your shit like can't you just shut up for a minute," Leah yelled at you.
It was her first game after her ACL injury. The game was against Manchester United and it was making Leah nervous. She obviously wasn't in the starting 11, because it was her first match after a big injury. Luckily she was subbed in quite early on the second half. Arsenal was on the lead with 1-0, Alessia being the one to make the goal.
The game seemed fine to you, but you were wrong. Although Arsenal won, Leah was not happy at all. She stormed off the field when the game ended. leaving everyone surprised by her actions. Everyone, including you, though that she would be celebrating the win and her first game back but no, she just stormed off to the changing room. Her teammates hadn't even come back to the changing room when Leah was already gone.
Leah was mad. She expected her first game back to go perfectly and when it didn't she just lost it. Although to you it seemed like she played well, she didn't think so herself. She couldn't control the ball the way she wanted, and it just didn't feel the same as before. She hated it. She hated the fact that she had been doing rehab for ages just to be worse than before.
You were waiting for her in the car. You saw how she had stormed off and realized that she would probably want to leave as quick as possible.
"What happened baby?" You asked when she hopped inside of the car. Leah didn't answer, she just started driving the usual way back to your apartment.
At home, you tried again. You tried to ask what had happened but she just wasn't having it. So that's how you ended up with her yelling at you. It was rare so it made you cry, you hated it when someone yelled at you.
"Oh for gods sake are you really crying?" Leah was amused.
Leah was never like this towards you and it hurt. Your usually so caring and loving girlfriend was now yelling horrible things to you. Of course you were crying.
"I'm just gonna go" You said with a barely hearble voice.
"Good, please feel free to just get your things and get the fuck away from me" She said and pushed you out of her way. You weren't prepared for it so it made you stumble to the floor.
You saw Leah's face immediately drop. Her angry features were now switched with guilt and concern. Leah never once in your relationship had never used any type of physical violence towards you. Even if this was just a push, it made you worried. Why was your once so loving girlfriend like this.
"Y/n I'm so, so sorry, I didn't-" Leah started but you didn't listen. You just got up from the floor and put your shoes on and with that you were out of the door.
You were crying even more now. You knew that this wasn't your girlfriend. This wasn't the girl you fell in love with. You wanted Leah Williamson back. The same girl who would wake you up with kisses and bring breakfast to bed. The girl who comforted you when you cried. You wanted that Leah back.
You decided to call your and Leah's friend Katie. You knew her the best from the team, since she was at your house every other day.
"Katie, I umm, can I come over" You mumbled to the phone.
Katie could hear that you were crying and left er apartment and came to pic you up. She knew that this was abut Leah. Everyone had seen the way she stormed off of the field and no one on the team were able to contact her ever since. So something must have happened at home.
At your own apartment Leah was quite literally punching the walls. She was angry at herself. How could she let stupid football game come between your relationship. How could she be so mean to you. She didn't even recognize herself from her actions and words. And the fact that she had pushed you.
She couldn't forgive herself for that. He precious girl, you were so innocent, just trying to help Leah but she had pushed you and you fell. You could've gotten hurt.
After a while Leah texted you with apologizes. She also wanted to make sure that you were somewhere safe. Your answer was simple. "I'm at Katie's, gonna need a few days to have some space"
You had explained Katie what happened and she was furious. She wasn't known for having a good temper so she was ready to fight. Although she had known Leah longer, you had quickly became an important part of her life. She wanted to just hold you close and protect you from the world. She didn't like the fact that your own girlfriend had hurt you. The girl who was supposed to protect you.
You stayed few days at Katie's place. It was comfortable and peaceful since Katie was often at training. You had your time to think about what happened. You didn't want to break up because of that but you weren't ready to forgive although Leah tried her best to make you forgive her. She sent flowers to Katie's apartment every day with love letters and apologizes. She wanted to give you the space that you had asked for but she also wanted to show that she cared and wanted to fix things.
'I know that some flowers won't undo what I did but I just wanted to apologize to my beautiful girl. I don't know what got into me but I hate myself for what I did. I never should have lashed out on you. I was just really upset that I couldn't play the way I wanted but I never should've taken it out on you that way. And it's not an excuse for my actions. I love you my sweetie and I hope that you can forgive me soon'
That was one of the letters that Leah had sent you and after four days at Katie's, you were ready to face Leah again. You asked for Katie to drop you off to your apartment. She didn't like how you were forgiving Leah so easily but it wasn't her business.
When you arrived back at your home, you were hesitant to go in. You didn't even know if Leah would be there, at least she didn't have practice. You opened the door with your key and walked inside. It smelled like Leah and it made you smile a little. You had missed your girlfriends scent. The apartment was cleaned, you knew that Leah had been stress cleaning.
"Leah?" You carefully asked.
Leah appeared from your bedroom. She was shocked to see you. She though that you hated her and would never want to see her again after what happened. But she was happy to be wrong. She took a few steps towards you, not wanting to startle you.
"Baby.." She just whispered.
"I am so sorry for what I did. I never should have yelled at you or pushed you. It was so wrong for me to do that and I don't have any excuse for myself. I shouldn't have done it and I regret it with every bode in my body" Leah started her apology but didn't get far before you crushed her in a hug. Leah was taken by a surprise but didn't mind.
"Never do that again and I will forgive you" You mumbled to her chest.
"I promise to you. I will never hurt you ever again my sweet girl" She answered sincerely.
"Mm Leah" You whispered against her lips.
"Let me show you how sorry I am. Let me make you feel good baby" Leah whispered back.
With that you were in the bedroom. Your clothes long forgotten on the floor.
"My sweet sweet girl" Leah mumbled while kissing down your body.
She wanted to make you feel good. She kept praising you and you enjoyed the sweet words.
"My y/n, you are so good to me" She said before diving to your wetness.
She ate you out happily. Every now and then, whispering sweet nothing to you. Lapping your juices and circling your clit. It was all you needed and more. Leah knew how to work your body just the right way. She teased your hole with her tongue before dipping it in which made you moan loudly.
"I'm so sorry sweet, I promise to be better girlfriend for you from now on" She said and then kept going. She was not in any rush, wanting to draw those beautiful moans from your mouth.
She kept praising you and eating you out. Happily drowning between your legs where she loved to be. And when your orgasm took over you, she made sure to keep going during that. All she wanted was to worship your body.
You finally had your Leah back.
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not even fate;
pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader
word count: 784
warning: fluff? ish? ghost is a coward :3
note: funny thing; i met a dude that reminds me of ghost at the airport and we got onto the same plane and i got seated behind him while this fic was in the works jddhhssjj
summary: ghost wouldn’t even think of making a move on a civilian, even after fate (and his friends) pushed them together more than once.
He saw her hand hover by his bicep in his peripheral before feeling a light tap after. She was pointing at her phone, showing him a google map direction that has the track they’re waiting on. Why on God’s bloody earth would she approach a 6’3 fellow in all black—complete with a black facemask and a matching black wool cap—to ask for directions, he would never understand.
“Hi, sorry, is this the right track?” She meekly asked, if he had less honed senses he would’ve asked her to speak up, but he could hear her just fine over the hustle and bustle of the train station. He noted her neatly brushed and slightly curled hair, the makeup on her face, and the clothes she was wearing.
Would.
He nodded, “Right platform too.” He pointed at the sign a little way away.
Ghost had always scoffed at true crime for describing someone’s smile as ‘lighting up a room’ but that’s what’s he’s seeing right now. With big beautiful doe eyes to complete the set. If he was still fully Simon Riley he would’ve chatted her up, but sadly, he’s no longer.
The woman thanked him as she waited a little bit behind him. Had he known at that point in time how things would go, that night he would’ve turned the other way and go the fuck home. But he didn’t, so he stayed.
He met up with Soap and Gaz at a pizza bar—that in their opinion served undeniably the best pizza and also offered unlimited drinks—which they visited almost everytime on leave. Price was occupied with family activities and said would join them later on, which they knew largely meant he would be skipping this outing.
Noting the man sitting alone next to them checking his phone every few seconds made him thought he got stood up, until the girl from earlier showed up, looking sheepish as she made her way. Her gaze moved over to Ghost, so she waved at him, with a surprised look mixed with recognition. He nodded at her and of course Johnny immediately gassed him.
“Ooooo, who’s that el tee?” He started, nudging his upperarm with his shoulder, “Lass’ mad cute.”
“Don’t know.”
“Tae fock ya mean ya dinnae ken?” His voice a half whisper as she sat down. “She waved at yah.”
“English, Mactavish.”
“The. Fuck. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Know. She. Waved. At. You.”
“Mistook me for someone else, probably.”
“Ya nodded back.” He prodded.
“Didn’t want to be rude.”
“Ah piss off, ya shitebag.” Johnny barked, harmlessly.
Ghost couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, which drove him mad. He kept talking about himself while she just kept nodding and asking more questions, and not single time had he asked something about her. Even when the poor girl did find time to slip in information about herself—which he thought was interesting—he found a way to swerve the conversation back to himself again.
The night went slowly, with soap ordering more pizzas while upping their drinks from pints to shots, and the girl’s date still going on and on and on about himself. Ghost was glad she excused herself and politely denied a second date. He had to make sure he went the opposite way she was going before paying full attention to his friends again. Price showed up abhorrently late, clothes faintly smelling of baby powder and shit, and in his tipsy stupor Soap mentioned the girl from earlier.
“He nodded, cap! Tae da hen!”
John nodded solemnly at Soap’s ramblings and nursed his single drink, not opting for the unlimited drinks. Price had confided in him on his ongoing argument with his wife about his obsession with work, and Ghost listened intently as he took mental notes.
That would never happen to him. He couldn’t relate as he would never let anyone get close to even have such an argument.
He saw her again as he got to the station, a bag of fish and chips in hand. And as he was about to walk a little bit farther so they wouldn’t be in the same wagon, his phone buzzed three times in a row to reveal texts from Soap.
TALK
TO
HER
He froze for a moment and looked around to see where this menace of a Scot could be.
Y R U LOOKING FER ME
HENS RIGHT THERE
💀🖕
Soap’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard from where he stood, which subsequently made the girl turn around. He saw her scan the room for a little bit before her gaze landed and she smiled, making toasting motions at him with a battered fish.
Ah, fuck.
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A Nessian drabble idea: Cassian waking up from anesthesia forgetting who Nesta is and is immediately starts flirting with her because she's so beautiful.
omg YES. this is so them thank you for sending this in I’ve always wanted to write one of these. I’ve also never had my wisdom teeth removed so sorry for any inaccuracies there LOL
Nesta had been hanging out in the waiting room for about an hour when someone finally called her name.
“Nesta Archeron?” one of the nurses called. Nesta quickly gathered her jacket and purse and got up to follow her.
“How’s he doing?” Nesta asked. Cassian had finally taken the plunge and gotten all four of his wisdom teeth removed in one go, and while Nesta knew this was a routine enough procedure, she was still a little antsy about her husband using anesthesia.
“It went well,” the nurse replied, leading Nesta into what looked like the outpatient area. “He’s recovering now. The anesthesia should be wearing off in the next few minutes if it hasn’t already.”
The nurse ran through a list of symptoms to watch out for and general tips to help Cassian’s healing process. Even though Nesta knew she’d be getting a thick packet with all these instructions, she still did her best to commit them to memory. This was her husband they were talking about; she wasn’t going to take any risks with him.
By the time the nurse finished explaining everything, they’d made it inside Cassian’s recovery room. He looked a little funny with his cheeks all swollen and a bandage wrapped around his face, but Nesta was too glad everything had gone well to really make fun of him.
That didn’t stop her from snapping a picture, though. Just because she didn’t intend to use it to tease him later didn’t mean she didn’t want one.
“Hey,” Nesta said softly as Cassian’s eyes fluttered open. “How are you feeling?”
“Hey,” Cassian said back, drawing out the word long and slow. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine,” she managed to reply without laughing. He was clearly still feeling the anesthesia, and she was going to enjoy him being loopy for as long as it lasted. “You ready to go home?”
“With you?” he asked, his face lighting up.
“Of course with me,” she responded with a fond roll of her eyes.
“It must be my lucky day,” he answered, trying to pull his lips into a smirk and failing miserably. “Going home with the most gorgeous woman in here.”
“We go home together every night, you idiot,” she told him with a huff of laughter. “We live together.”
“Then I guess it’s my lucky night every night,” he fired back, though some of the effect was lost by how drowsy he sounded.
Nesta and the nurse exchanged amused glances before they started to prep to get him out of there. Thankfully Cassian was still dressed, so they just had to get him to stand so he could sit back down again in the wheelchair.
“Come on, big guy,” Nesta said, pulling the blankets back from Cassian so he could get out the bed. “Time to come home with me.”
“But…” Cassian trailed off, his face twisting into the most adorable pout as he caught sight of her left hand. “You’re married.”
She stared at him a little incredulously. Was he fucking with her, or was this just the anesthesia? “Yes?”
“I’ve been flirting with a married woman,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to his face and immediately regretting it. “Oh, God, I’m a homewrecker.”
“Jesus Christ,” she muttered under her breath, trying and failing to hold back her laughter. She gently pulled his hands away from his face and tapped the matching gold band on his left hand before raising her voice to add, “Cassian, look. You’re married too.”
“That’s even worse,” he groaned once he noticed his own wedding band. “Holy fuck. I’m a homewrecker and a cheater.”
“No, you doofus,” she replied, still laughing. “We’re married to each other.”
Cassian’s face looked like Christmas had come early. “Really?”
“Really,” Nesta confirmed. “It’ll be six years this October.”
“Oh, wow,” he breathed, completely awed. He reached out and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together with a dopey look on his face. “Let’s go home, then.”
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silent [coriolanus snow x fem!reader]
[summary]: coriolanus snow x fem!reader | After embarrassing him at a party, Coriolanus teaches you to shut up.
[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, language, smut, oral sex (fem!receiving), bondage, biting, teasing, angry!corio, mean!corio, slight blood
[wc]: 2k
[note]: i’m just gonna leave this here
“Oh you just love to make a fool of me don’t you?” Coriolanus growled, pulling you into his study. His iron grip on your wrist made you even more frustrated as you tried to wiggle away from him.
“Please- It’s not like I meant to.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. This just earned you another sharp tug on your wrist as Coriolanus slammed you down into his desk chair. You felt the air leave your lungs. His giant hands held your wrists to the armrests causing you to writhe in annoyance.
“Didn’t mean to?” He said fiercely. “No one could seem to stop you from running your mouth once you got started.” He growled, bending down closer to your face.
You and Coriolanus had been at a giant party earlier that night in honor of the presidential elections coming up soon. Coriolanus was there to surround and acquaint himself with the higher powers of Panem, in hopes of making useful connections. Obviously he had brought you along, his wife.
He had paraded you around like the pretty little trophy you were all night. Bored of all the attention you had found conversation with a couple of other wives who were attending as well. With a steady flow of red wines and posca, you became tipsy, causing you to gossip away with the other ladies like you’d all been best friends forever.
Everything was going fine until you noticed a man, a not very attractive one at that, and started to run your mouth, spouting shallow insults and jokes about him.
“I feel bad for his poor wife. I would hate to look at a face like that every morning God- he looks like a fucking pedophile.” You had joked, sipping down another glass of wine. The other ladies didn’t laugh. In fact, they had paled.
You didn’t understand what the problem was until you turned around. There stood a petite woman, with an intense scowl on her face. The wife. You were able to tell because of the matching midnight blue outfits she and him wore and the suffocating stares of horror from the ladies.
Turns out the man you had been insulting was a very influential and wealthy senator. The type of man Coriolanus so desperately wanted to associate with.
You had opened your mouth to apologize profusely but weren’t able to in time. The woman had spun on her heels and walked briskly away towards her husband before you could even get a word out.
Embarrassment bloomed on your face as you watched the woman tap her husband angrily on the shoulder and whisper words to him. She had pointed towards you and shot icy flares your way.
You excused yourself quickly from the group of wives. Word had spread quickly throughout the ballroom so it was no surprise when you started to get pointed glances.
A little while later Coriolanus had found you, his face red with anger. He yanked you from the ballroom, calling for a limo immediately.
He didn’t talk to you the whole ride home. You had watched his hands intently, wringing a handkerchief in frustration. He was noticeably enraged, his previously perfect slicked back blonde hair now in a tousled mess.
And now here you were, his hands placed firmly on your wrists, keeping you pinned.
“Don’t you know how angry he was?” Coriolanus growled. “He was furious at me for your utter stupidity.”
You scowled, peering up at him. Your heart was racing. You had honestly not meant to have your comments heard.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” You said loudly, tugging at your wrists again. “It’s not like I said anything that bad though. It could’ve been worse.”
Coriolanus’ eyes brightened with fury. “Could've been worse?” He said through gritted teeth. “I recall hearing that you said you felt sorry for his wife to have to see his face each morning.”
You couldn’t help but let out a stifled snicker. Coriolanus, hands squeezed your wrists harder as his blue eyes bore holes into you.
“You think this is funny? My reputation is very important to me.” He roared, his body shaking with fury. You immediately clamped your lips shut, making sure to wipe off any sign of emotion from your face.
He drew closer, putting his lips dangerously close to your ear.
“You need to learn to watch your fucking mouth.” He murmured, hints of murderous rage seeping into his tone.
You sucked in a breath. One of his hands slid up to your neck, fingering over your pulse gently. “You have no idea how angry I am at you.” He said lowly. You let out a gasp as he squeezed your throat, tilting your head back as he stood up straighter.
“Once I’m done with you, you’ll stop acting like such a brat.” He murmured, squeezing your neck harder to cause a reaction out of you. “I think you're more than overdue for punishment.”
You felt his other hand that was previously grabbing your wrist, release. The sound of drawers opening sounded as Coriolanus dug through one of his desk drawers for something. You couldn’t see any of what he was doing with your head still held firmly in an upward tilt.
Coriolanus released your neck before muttering, “Don’t you dare move.” You obeyed, body slightly trembling as your husband's hands worked on your wrists. You heard the familiar zip of plastic and all of a sudden your wrists were firmly secured to the arm rests of the chair.
You snapped your head back down, eyes wide. “Coriolanus what the fuck are you doi-“ You started to question before a large hand shot up to squeeze your jaw, shutting you up.
Coriolanus’ mouth twitched with amusement as he looked at you, caught in his grasp. “I already told you. You need to be punished. Now stop talking.”
You scoffed, eyes darting to each wrist. Wrists that were now painfully secured with zip ties. “You’re insane.”
Coriolanus reached a hand out to grasp your chin, angling your gaze to his. “If you keep those pretty lips shut, maybe I’ll let you off easy.” He taunted.
Before you could even open your mouth to question him he dropped down on his knees before you, hands running their ways up your thighs to the hem of your mid length, blood red dress.
“Coriolanus-“ You whimpered, as his hands danced farther up your thighs, causing the fabric of the dress to pool farther and farther up.
He froze, peering up at you. “What did I say about talking? I’ll leave you here, in this chair, alone, tied up all night If you can’t behave.” He growled.
You bit your lip, nodding rapidly. He smirked at your submission and continued to push up your dress.
His cold fingers gingerly skimmed your inner thigh making you shutter. He had reached your panties, black and lacy. Your soaking wet cunt was practically begging to be touched.
You could feel the heartbeat in your core as Coriolanus smirked darkly up at you.
Coriolanus hooked his finger under the waistband of your panties, sliding them painfully slow down your leg. You could see the amusement in Coriolanus’ expression. He knew that this was torture. You just wanted to be touched more. Pleads for his hands to be all over you were on the tip of your tongue. You bit the inside of your cheek to suppress the urge.
Coriolanus slid the panties of your legs, dropping them on the floor beside him. He leaned in and placed his lips against you knee, leaving teasing kisses up and down your leg.
Your hands balled into fists as he moved.
“You haven’t even said a word and I can still tell how needy you are.” Coriolanus jeered. He placed his lips on your inner thigh, licking and kissing your soft skin.
You let out a whimper which resulted in Coriolanus’ teeth sinking into your flesh. When your body jolted Coriolanus smirked against your thigh.
“Not a sound darling.”
He kissed the place he had bit and slowly began to travel his way up to the place you wanted his lips the most.
Coriolanus’ hands placed themselves on your knees keeping your legs firmly apart, as he hovered himself in front of your pussy. His eyes flicked up to yours, a glint of mischief making your stomach twist. You braced yourself as he leaned in and dragged his nose up through your folds, making you shutter.
In almost a blink his mouth was on your cunt, sucking, licking and kissing, tasting every bit of you.
You bit down on your lip impeccably hard to stop the whimpers from escaping. With your wrists secured away from you, you found it harder to keep quiet. Usually you would just cover your mouth with your hands.
Coriolanus’ tongue ran through your folds, lapping up your slick. He moved his mouth roughly as gradually traveled higher, teasing your clit with his tongue. You let out a tiny whimper, and he bit down. The nerves in your body were filled with shock as your clit reacted to his teeth.
It hurt.
Your lip was pulsing now with the amount of pressure you were applying. You feared that you would start to taste blood any second now.
Coriolanus continued to tease your cunt with his tongue, humming against it. He was such a fucking tease.
With each motion your legs shook, your breathing ragged and choppy. Coriolanus took a hand off one of your thighs and placed his thumb against your clit, massaging it quickly as he continued to eat you out.
Your back arched against the chair, your head thrown back as you gaped your mouth open. The only sound in the room was the slick sound of Coriolanus’ touch on your pussy. It was torturous staying silent, your lungs begging to release the breath you kept sucked in.
You felt your stomach tighten as you got closer and closer to your climax.
“Look at you, so pathetic and shaken up.” Coriolanus hummed against your folds, sending vibrations throughout your body. “I’m surprised you haven’t spoken any words yet.”
His icy gaze flicked up to your thrown back head. He could see your muscles tightening and straining as you tried to keep quiet. The sight made him smile to himself.
“You’ve been such a good girl, why don’t you cum for me darling?” He teased, moving his thumb more aggressively on your clit, making you lurch forward.
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten until it released. Waves of please coursed through your body.
The familiar taste of iron smeared across your lips, the biting you had been doing finally breaking skin.
You came, making Coriolanus growl into your trembling thigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up to meet your lips with his with an aggressive kiss.
“Your bleeding love.” He mumbled against your lips, tasting your blood. You nodded silently, still obeying Coriolanus’ directions to be silent.
Coriolanus pulled back, brushing his thumb over your lips slowly. Your face flushed with heat as he did this, making you squirm.
“Good girl.” He whispered before taking your lips against his own once again. His tongue grazed your teeth as he pushed it around your mouth. You stifled your moans.
He brought his lips to your ear, nipping on your lobe before murmuring, “I’d say you learned your lesson. I can almost see the desperation to let out cries on your pitiful face. Let’s say I release you and take you up to the bedroom..”
You nodded rapidly, still remaining silent. This made Coriolanus smirk as he moved to kiss your jaw softly. “Don’t be fooled though darling, I’m still furious with you. Let this be an act of mercy.”
“Next time I won’t be so gracious.”
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LBTE: Jared (122-124)
In which Jared and Bryce think they can interact in public without Gabe figuring out they're married, and Chaz Rossi would like to die.
If you want to follow along, the series page is here.
122. Subterfuge
Jared goes to dinner at Gabe and Stephen’s, and it’s nice. Well, nice might not be the right word — Gabe is totally right about the similarities between Jared and Stephen, and if he makes people feel as nervous that he’s judging them fiercely as he feels nervous that Stephen’s judging him fiercely, he is officially sorry.
Those poor Canucks rookies.
Not sorry enough to stop — he doesn’t even think he’s capable of that —
Those poor, poor Canucks rookies.
It’s nice. Would be even nicer if it was the kind of thing him and Bryce could do together, but he knows Bryce isn’t ready for it, and honestly he’s just happy Bryce is willing to meet Gabe at all, even if it’s not as Jared’s husband.
Like, one, progress, but also: hahaha you guys think you can pull this off.
Wins are hard enough to come by for the Oilers without the salt in the wound of a former player getting the game-winner and the insurance goal.
I would like everyone to enjoy the thought of an absolutely incensed Deslauriers during that game.
Neither of the goals against the Oilers were milestones, technically, but Gabe fished the first puck out of the net anyway, got their trainer Dillon to write ‘1st career goal against the Oilers’ on it
Gabe’s such a good A, truly. Would have done that for any of his guys.
If he isn’t careful he’s going to be grinning wide enough to split his face, and that would probably tip Gabe off.
They STILL think they can pull this off.
“My friend Chaz,” Jared says. “He was my linemate on the Hitmen. And um. Chaz’s teammate Bryce is going to be joining in a bit.”
“Nice to meet you,” Gabe says, and when all the introduction pleasantries are over Chaz gives Jared a completely disgusted look.
The way Jared low-key made it sound like Chaz went ‘hey, is it cool if my friend Bryce comes too?’. Chaz is beside himself. Why did he agree to this. (He did it for the lolz. But now that the day has arrived, he is not, in fact, loling)
They talk Juniors for a bit, Gabe telling them about his time with the Knights. He roomed with the captain of the Panthers, which is kind of crazy.
Hi Jake! And love Jared still low-key fanboying players.
“Hey,” Bryce says when he gets to the table, posture almost as awkward as it is when he’s got a mic in his face. “Jared. Long time no see.”
“Yeah,” Jared says. “Um. Nice to see you again.”
Chaz wants to die.
Dinner’s awkward. Well, he doesn’t think dinner’s actually awkward from Gabe’s perspective, at least he hopes not? But it’s honestly all Jared can do not to text Bryce under the table to meet him in the bathroom so he can just hug him, not even do anything else
The only thing more uncomfortable than third-wheeling a couple eye-fucking is a couple eye-desperately-clinging-to-one-another-for-dear-life-ing.
The only thing holding Chaz together right now is the group chat. Also the fact Gabe CLEARLY has figured it out so every extra moment of this is a shared suffering, as he now has a fourth wheel.
Jared would make a good spy, he thinks.
Oh my god, Jared.
“So,” Jared says, trying to think of something to say that isn’t ‘finish your beer, Gabe’. “Chaz. Known him for years.”
He is squirming in his seat he wants to leave so badly, and he is very red, and his fake casual voice is extremely stilted. Gabe is feeling deeply fond of him right now.
Gabe takes a sip of beer. It isn’t a big enough sip, in Jared’s opinion.
SQUIRMING. And Gabe’s been with Stephen long enough that he might just be taking his time because it’s hilarious.
“You know you can just tell me you’re married, though.”
“I did?” Jared says.
“I mean to Bryce,” Gabe says.
He’s still Gabe, though, so he doesn’t torture him with it too long.
“You’re both wearing wedding rings,” Gabe says. “Like, matching ones.”
“All wedding rings pretty much look the same,” Jared says.
Gabe raises an eyebrow at him.
“And I know he’s from Vancouver, because that always comes up when we play the Flames,” Gabe says. “And I know that you’re living with your mother-in-law right now.”
“That could be a coincidence?” Jared says weakly.
“Also you haven’t stopped looking at each other all night,” Gabe says. “And not glances or anything, that was full on—”
There is deductive reasoning happening here, but even if Gabe hadn’t noticed any of the other things, the eye pining would have done it. It was not subtle.
What’s he going to say? ‘No, he’s not my husband, I actually spent all dinner eye-fucking a dude who isn’t my husband’? That’s objectively much worse than eye-fucking your own husband, which Jared is morally and legally entitled to do.
It is Jared’s RIGHT and his DUTY.
“Um,” Jared tries, but he’s mostly blank. He’s not great at making excuses at the best of times, and definitely not when he’s been called out and has no proper defence on hand. He would, in fact, make a terrible spy.
I do appreciate that after Jared makes objectively absurd statements he’s often the first to acknowledge that they are, in fact, absurd statements. (Sometimes because they’re only occurring in his head, because fuck knows all his friends would burst out laughing if Jared made the mistake of saying ‘I think I’d make a good spy’ out loud)
“Totally get that,” Gabe says. “I’ve uh. I’ve heard some stuff about him—”
Great. Terrific. Jared’s very favourite topic.
“Before you say anything, he was like — all of that was before we got together,” Jared says. “And he was young and — the shit the media says about him—”
Gabe puts his hands up. Which means they’re off his beer, but Jared thinks he’s been given permission to book it, so that’s okay. “I didn’t mean it accusingly. You know your relationship better than anyone else.”
Couple fun things here — including Jared’s continued hawk eye on Gabe’s drinking speed — but yeah, Jared misinterprets Gabe a LOT at the beginning because Gabe is almost TOO nice, and Jared reads into things that aren’t actually meant any way other than Gabe said it? And here’s another incidence of it — if Jared had let Gabe finish his message it was assuring Jared ‘I vaguely read some shit but I don’t put stock in rumours and media and Bryce has a clean slate with me’. Basically.
“Hey Jared?” Gabe asks.
“Yeah?” Jared says.
“Nice,” Gabe says.
Look man this guy is common-law married to Stephen Petersen and longtime-liney married to Dmitry Kurmazov, he has to have a little bit of troll in him.
Gabe shoos him off, and it’s kind of embarrassing, the speed Jared leaves that restaurant.
Gabe describes this as, and I quote, ‘speed-walking like a snowbird in Florida on a grimly determined constitutional’
(If anyone’s unfamiliar with the term: snowbirds are people, generally retirees, from northern climes, especially Canada (especially ESPECIALLY Quebec) and sometimes the Northeastern US, who spend their winters in warmer climates. They fly south for the winter, like migratory birds. Florida is a particularly popular destination for snowbirds.)
A constitutional is walking (to aid one’s constitution). It’s dated as fuck anywhere outside like, Victorian fiction. I love Gabe.
123. Quiet Night In
Jared is vaguely out of breath when he reaches his apartment, which might say something bad about his cardiovascular fitness. Or, more realistically, it says something embarrassing about the speed he made it home, considering he’s fit enough to handle second line minutes in a damn hockey game.
Snow birded the whole way home, but I think the anticipation have something to do with the shortness of breath.
He takes a moment in front of the door, partly trying to find his key — he’s got way too many on his keychain now — but also so he doesn’t barge in looking like a complete idiot, not that he thinks Bryce would mind, or like, even notice.
Jared has finally accepted how rosy Bryce’s glasses are when it comes to him.
“You’re home early,” Bryce says, and glances at Chaz, in a way Jared can totally see is a ‘Jared’s home, get the hell out of our apartment so we can hug and then fuck’ look, though Chaz appears not to notice.
Chaz notices. Chaz is ignoring it, because it is rude to give that look to your guest.
“He sort of figured out we’re married,” Jared says. “Something about the matching wedding rings and you being from Richmond and the fact we wouldn’t stop staring at each other the whole time.”
There was pining. There was yearning.
“He said he won’t tell anyone,” Jared says. He’ll save the addition of ‘and complimented me on my impeccable taste in men’ for when Chaz is gone. Which should be soon.
“Okay,” Bryce says, and glances over at Chaz again.
The looks they’re both giving Chaz right now almost make dinner subtle in comparison.
“Out of my house,” Jared says. “Now.”
“I’m literally putting my shoes on right now,” Chaz says. “What more do you want from me?”
“Put them on in the hall,” Jared says.
Jared is actually the worst.
“I missed this bed,” Jared says.
“You have the same one at my mom’s,” Bryce says.
“It’s not the same,” Jared says.
“Because I’m not in it?” Bryce says.
Well, also because this one just seems to know Jared’s body, but —
“Yeah,” Jared says. “Pretty much.”
Good use of your brain-to-mouth filter, Jared, you should do it more often.
“Gabe,” Bryce says.
“Oh,” Jared says, suddenly wide awake thanks to the rush of absolute mortification that runs through his body. Bryce was a great distraction from it, but he suspects that conversation is going to occasionally leap at him right when he’s falling asleep for like, the rest of his life.
Jared is so lucky it was Gabe that happened with, and not literally any other person, who would torture him with it for life, as is their right and their duty.
“No,” Jared says.
“But,” Bryce says.
“Wait your turn,” Jared says, doing his best to ignore Bryce looking sadly at him through the glass.
“But I missed you,” Bryce says plaintively.
Tragic. Heartbreaking. About to break Jared’s fragile anti-shower sex agenda.
124. Hospitality
“May the best team win tonight, hey?” his dad says. Erin’s in a Canucks jersey — Jared’s genuinely surprised she isn’t wearing his old Oilers one to troll both him and everyone in the arena, mom must have threatened her or something — but his dad isn’t, is wearing one from Jared’s Hitmen era.
Jared eyes him and his very Calgarian jersey. “That sounds mature of you,” he says.
Jared is correct about his sister, and his suspicions about his father are also correct, because they’re a bunch of gremlins.
“Dad’s very mature now, Jared,” Erin says. “He’s grown up a lot since you went to Vancouver.”
I love Erin.
“You want the Flames to win tonight, don’t you?” Jared guesses.
“You’re a lock!” his dad says. “The Canucks are making the postseason no matter what! The Flames need this game!”
“Don,” his mom says.
“I’m just saying that one team needs this game more than the other team does,” his dad mutters.
“You want Bryce to beat me tonight,” Jared says. “Like — just to be clear, you want Bryce to beat me? You want your only son to lose this game to Bryce Marcus. Bryce Marcus.”
“Fuck off,” his dad mutters.
“Don!” his mom says.
Jared can’t stop grinning. “I’m really proud of you, dad,” he says.
Simultaneously character growth and character regression because Don Matheson, everyone.
They look all — familial, Jared guesses? Like Elaine’s officially part of the family now, like there’s a Marcus-Matheson tribe. She’s probably going out with them before the game, sticking around after Jared flies out, staying in his and Bryce’s guest room, her and Bryce going to his parents’ place for dinner, eating his dad’s food while all the Mathesons pretend to be nice people for the length of her visit.
At a certain point is it still pretending, or do the Mathesons become nice people when Elaine’s around?
It’s weird how that makes Jared happier than it does like, left out? But good, he guesses. Like, he’ll probably end up sulking about not getting to stick around and eat his dad’s cooking and watch his family pretend they aren’t evil so that they don’t scare Elaine away, but the fact that they’re doing it even when Jared isn’t there, that they want to hang out is — nice. Nice in the same way seeing pictures of Bryce and Chaz and Ash hanging out together makes Jared feel — grateful it’s happening even if he can’t be there.
Jared feels selfless happiness for others and is confused by it.
They’re all chirping him, but Julius’ text is straight up mean. Jared sends back a mean one of his own, and in response Julius gets even meaner. It’s making Jared feel a little better.
Look at Julius knowing exactly what Jared needs.
miss you already Bryce texts, just after Jared replies to a text from Julius saying he hopes the Canucks make it to the Conference Finals. Which sounds nice, but Jared totally knows he means ‘and so do the Flames so you have to play against your husband, bitch’.
It means exactly that. Though Jared added the ‘bitch’ himself.
Soft, Jared replies, but can’t help but add a You too, because he’s also soft, he guesses. But only for Bryce. Julius is getting another mean text.
The duality of Jared.
“Kind of surprised you didn’t figure it out sooner,” Stephen says. “It was all over hockey news when it happened.”
“I was pretty much just following the Flames and playing my own game back then,” Jared says. “Also I was like, twelve?”
This was the meanest thing Jared could say and he wasn’t even trying.
“You’re a baby,” Stephen says.
“Hey,” Jared says.
“An infant,” Stephen says. “Maybe a toddler.”
“I am not a toddler,” Jared says.
“Kindergarten at most,” Stephen says.
Look how fast Jared’s growing!
“Twenty-one,” Stephen mutters. “Jesus christ.”
“Does it help that Bryce is twenty-four?” Jared asks.
“Does it—” Stephen says. “He’s twenty-four? You met — you were a baby.”
Jared is suddenly aware that it does not help that Bryce is twenty-four.
You would think at some point Jared would learn this, but you would be wrong.
“Do I need to call your mother?” Stephen asks.
“Stephen,” Gabe says.
“I’m calling your mother,” Stephen says. “What’s her number.”
As much as Gabe and Stephen never want Jared to meet their parents? Jared is suddenly just as intent that Stephen never meets his father. He feels like it wouldn’t go well for him.
“Stephen,” Gabe says. “Stop, he looks petrified.”
“I know,” Stephen says. “It’s hilarious.”
Jared can only DREAM of becoming Stephen Petersen one day.
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HIII can i request an Chuuya x reader where Chuuya saves reader ( they are just a civilian and no ability pls) and to get home chuuya use his ability and its the first time for reader to his ability tyyy♡♡♡♡
in a sky full of stars, i see you
chuuya x fem! reader. 1.5k words
chuuya, the ever-gentlemanly and kind chuuya, will do everything to protect you and your smile.
[unestablished relationship; implied attempt of sexual harassment]
❥ nonnie, your request made my howl-chuuya agenda happy. having said that, tysm for the rq ♡ i had to make reader fem bc of the petname, hope you don't mind :'
Chuuya has always liked the fineness of wine.
There's something about the way they intoxicate him; the curious mix of sweet grape and bitter tannin that linger on his tongue, the telltale fruit-like, sometimes earthy aroma that wafts to his nose, and the way they swirl beautifully like liquid ruby in his glass
Through wine, too, fate finally did him a good favor and let him meet you. And yet, he can't seem to find it in himself to indulge in its delicacy. Not tonight.
"Nakahara," your voice cuts his silent mullings. "If you're still worried about that, you shouldn't be. I'm fine."
"I shouldn't?" his eyes search your face, "Some bastard almost touched you. Disrespected you—The bar owner, for fuck's sake!"
"Hey hey," you reach for his arm, "You took care of that 'bastard' yourself, didn't you? You know I'll do the same even if you weren't there."
The good-for-nothing is now permanently banned from your bar. You didn't know what Chuuya had said to the sad excuse of a human being, but the person was already running with his tail between his legs before you promptly closed the establishment for the day.
Had it not been for the patient, assuring way you softly hold his arm, the lascivious man wouldn't have lived long enough to see the next sunrise.
"Got the guts blamin' it to the wine too," he grits his teeth, "that little shit-"
His tone raises. but it was too late when your hold on him slightly faltered.
You flinched. For God's sake, you flinched. You flinched and Chuuya thought maybe Kouyou was right, maybe everyone was right, maybe he shouldn't meddle with the life of a civilian.
As much as you’ve intoxicated him like the sweet taste of a Romanee-Conti, as much as he finds himself coming back every night and attain comfort in your presence, his presence might one day grant you something more than an idiotic drunkard.
So maybe it's time to stop.
"Shit," he breathes out, "Sorry, (Name). I'll-"
"Stay."
The bar is coated with dead silence, deprived of any sign of patrons and alcohol-induced exuberance it usually has.
"I mean-" you put the last glass back in its place, "Obviously, we're closing soon. I was just wondering if you'll stay with me—until I get to my apartment?"
Oh.
Chuuya creases his eyebrows, "You shouldn't just trust any man like this, ya' know?"
"Yeah, and you're not just any other man. I trust you."
'That is, if you want to,' you add an afterthought, ‘But you've done a lot for me today,' your voice hesitates. But uncertainty soon lost its place as a gloved hand, after a moment's pause, offered itself for you to take.
"You go home like this every night?"
"Yeah. The walk isn’t that far."
"Alone?"
"Yep."
A breeze blows, bringing the port's mild smell of the sea to even the rural area of Yokohama. Chuuya slightly frowns as he matches your steps.
“Remind me to accompany you home, from now on."
"Come on!" a humorless laugh escapes you. "I've been doing this for years, I'll be fine.
"-Was what I'd normally say. But after what happened.."
The moon hangs high in the sky, its melancholy mirroring the conflict in your eyes.
Chuuya doesn't like it, he figures. The desire to track down and give that bastard a piece of his mind runs strong, but the impulse to wipe that clouded expression off your face was profound.
So the words cut through the heavy silence before he can stop his tongue.
"Say, you’re not scared of heights, aren't cha?"
“No, why?"
“Wanna see a magic trick?”
You blink. “Come again?"
"I told ya' about my ability, didn't I?"
"Yeah?" you eye him curiously "But you never really showed me."
"Well then," he stops in his tracks, now facing directly at your form.
"It's your lucky day, princess."
Like before, a gloved hand presented itself in front of you; like a knight—in a bowl hat and dark coat, to a princess—who lives in a downtown apartment.
The idea made a smile bloom on your lips.
"I gotta ask again," something mischievous twinkled in the his eyes, "Do you trust me?"
His protective hands had shielded you from that lascivious drunkard, he reels back his anger to not make you flinch, and he indulgently agreed to escort you home—even when you choose to traipse through the city in favor of getting some fresh air to distract your mind.
What reason do you have to change your answer?
"Hold on tight," he promptly whispers as your hand nestles in his. Before you know it, an arm has itself secured around your waist, and with a swift kick of Chuuya's soles, you feel as light as a cloud.
"Now straighten your legs and start walking, sweetheart."
The ground seemed to zoom away from your sight, and only then did you realize you were walking on air, steps already treading in tandem with Chuuya's swift strides.
"See?" the hand on your waist now seamlessly intertwines itself with yours. "Not so hard is it?"
His hands are secure on yours. And you trust him so much, you think. More than you admit. No inkling of fear was present—even when you're several feet above the ground, treading among stars like the Weaver Princess and Hikoboshi during the night of Tanabata.²
“That’s my girl,” you receive a small chuckle for your dazed nod.
That night, something tingles in your heart.
Yokohama's night lights twinkle like radiant stars, concealing each and every one of its darkness. From beyond, the moon smiles at you, surrounding her are the luminesce of various constellations.
When you lean back, you feel the warmth of Chuuya's chest. When you glance at his face, you see the sight of his smile and the reflection of the stars in his eyes.
It feels like a dream. But dreams are always fleeting, as they say.
The warmth of his gloved hand doesn't leave yours before you safely land on your apartment floor, steady in your balance. His hands seem to linger longer, but you already miss his warmth as soon as he lets you go.
"There you go," he steadies you, now perched on the railings in front of your door. What he gave you was an experience beyond your wildest dreams. Your face is flush with exhilaration and bafflement. But when you look at his face,
"(Name)," an undertone of worry still colors his face.
”I know I won't. But if ya' ever caught me go stupid over too much alcohol-”
‘Or if another idiot dares as to touch you.’
“Let me know, then give me a damn good punch in the face."
You pause at this, before breaking out into a loose laugh. "I thought 'too much alcohol' was never in your dictionary, Mr. Wine Connoisseur.”
"I'm serious."
The night air languidly blows a cold breeze. An early sign of precipitation; the sky is as cloudy as Chuuya's expression.
You let out a sigh, hand reaching to straighten his slightly crooked hat.
"It isn't like you to get so frazzled, Nakahara."
'Because it's about you,' Chuuya wanted to say. But he couldn't. Not when those words will bound him closer to you, and someday keep you from smiling like this.
"Just call me Chuuya," so he compromised.
"Okay, Chuuya." you acquiesce, "You're a great man, you know? A real gentleman. You gotta be careful, I might just fall in love with you."
It isn't fair. You can't just carelessly say such things. With your easy smile, bathed in the gentle luminesce of moonlight like this, his heart aches further. '
Then do, fall in love with me.
"-But you're right. I'll be sure to give you a good punch. Though I'm confident you'll never lose yourself."
"On second thought-," you press a finger on your chin, “Maybe not. You did go a bit crazy once. Must’ve been a very stressful day for you.”
Chuuya was almost ready to plunge into a flurry of panic and guilt, readying himself to forget any foolish sentiments and stay away from your life, for good. But his mind freezes at your next comment.
"But how can I just punch you when you looked so cute?"
"..What?"
You raise your palms in defeat, “Got totally wasted on Cabernet. But I made sure no one messed with you."
"Though you did mumble some interesting things in your sleep,'" you add with a playful wink.
When Chuuya asked, with the remaining composure he had left, you only responded with a perky "Who knows~" as you turned to your apartment door.
"But in all seriousness,” you give him a final glance, “Thank you for everything, Chuuya."
Looking at your placid smile, Nakahara Chuuya realized he had fallen deeply, hopelessly for you. And perhaps he was the last one to know that.
"Usual time and place tomorrow?"
Chuuya be damned. Who is he—a mere man—to refuse when you asked him so sweetly?
the howl pendragon-chuuya agenda¹ i'm talking about. yall should watch howl's moving castle frfr
the weaver princess and the cowherd ² (orihime and hikoboshi, in the japanese culture variation) are characters found in a chinese mythology about star-crossed lovers. their love was not allowed, and thus they were banished to opposite sides of the heavenly river (symbolizing the milky way). once a year, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month (celebrated as the tanabata festival in japan), a flock of magpies would form a bridge to reunite the lovers for a single day. (source)// cmiiw
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Idc he's hot 💛💚
Summary: After months of listening to Rhea and Dom, the reader snaps and leaves Judgement Day. Lucky for her, Jordan is an old friend and more than willing to assist with her new problem.
Raw is about to go on air and Judgement Day is all grouped up backstage.
"I think that Dom and I are gonna start the show." Rhea grins to herself. Dominick hanging off her shoulder.
"Oh, what a surprise!" You mumble under your breath from next to Finn.
Finn nudges you gently on the shoulder, warning you not to start something. But Rhea managed to hear your little comment. "What was that, Y/N?" She asks you with a raised brow.
"Nothing." You reply dryly. "Have fun out there." You fake a smile.
Rhea stares down at you for a moment through her thick false lashes but does not say anything else. She walks off and beckons Dominick to follow her.
Once Rhea and Doninick are gone, Finn turns to you with a stern look on his face. "Really, Y/N?" He scolds you.
"What?" You huff. "I'm right, aren't I?" You defend yourself. "Just because she's a champ doesn't mean she's got to act all high and mighty."
"Just, don't start anything with Rhea, Y/N. Please." Finn begs you.
You roll your eyes at your best friend but give in to his demand and nod. "Yeah yeah." You grumble.
Rhea and Dominick come back through the curtain a few minutes later after both of them managed to stir the pot and get Dom booked for a match. They walk over to you, Finn and Damien grinning at themselves.
"Now that'a how you open a show." Rhea laughs with Dominick.
"Yeah, being bitchy and entitled to the crowd until someone wants to come out and finally shut you up. Real original." You just can't help yourself.
Finn clenches his jaw next to you and rubs his forehead. He knows a fight can't be far out, now.
"What was that?" Rhea glares at you with a hand on her hip.
"Yeah! You can't talk to Mami like that." Dominick steps in.
You roll your eyes and shoot daggers at Dominick. "Fuck, you are so annoying!" You sneer at him. "Are you even capable of doing anything but dickriding Rhea like your life depends on it?!"
"Hey!" Rhea steps in.
"And you! God, I cannot stand you!" You point a finger at her. "We get it! You're every teenage boys and gay girl's fantasy woman! No one cares! Try getting an actual personality and fans that aren't horny teenage boys!" You fume.
The room falls silent as you and Rhea size one another up. Rhea goes to speak up finally, but you stop her. "Don't!" You warn Rhea. "I'm sorry, Finn. I love you, but I can't spend another second pretending to care about those two. I'm out!" You turn sharply on your heel and dismiss yourself.
You storm out of the backstage area fuming to yourself. People duck out of the way as they see you coming down the hall. But one person doesn't budge when you cross his path. Finn's old protege, JD McDonagh. Aka Jordan Devlin.
"Woah, who are you headed out to kill?" Jordan puts a hand out in front of him and stops you from advancing down the hallway.
"I'm not in the mood, Jordan!" You growl.
Jordan chuckles but doesn't budge. "Well, I can see that." He chuckles. "Where's Finn at? Or the rest of your crew?" He asks you.
"Ugh, don't even get me started." You seethe. "If I have to hear about Rhea or that idiot Dominick again I swear I'm gonna lose it." You grit your teeth.
"That so?" Jordan replies. "Hell, say the word, darling. I'll head over and kick some manner into Ol' Dominick's ass right now." He suggests.
You shake your head, finally coming down from your outburst. "If I wanted that idiot's ass kicked, I'd do it myself, Jordan." You insist.
"Fair enough." Jordan nods. "You can always hang out with me tonight, darling. I'd love your company tonight if you're not hanging with Finn and the crew." He offers.
You think for a moment. The idea of hanging out with Jordan again doesn't sound terrible. The two of you used to hang out often back when Finn was still training him.
"I guess hanging out with you might not be so bad." You tease Jordan with a sly smile. "So, what's up? Got any plans for tonight?" You ask him.
"I've got one that you might like, yeah." Jordan nods and slings a casual arm over your shoulder. "I'm sure that you're aware that your bestie Rhea got Dom scheduled for a match tonight?"
You nod and turn your head to face Jordan as the two of you walk. "No, you didn't." You are quick to realize what Jordan is implying.
"Oh, but I did, darlin'." Jordan nods with a mischievous grin.
"No way!" You laugh. "Oh, this is perfect!" You clap your hands together. "I could kiss you right now, Devlin!"
Jordan laughs with you and holds his arms open with an inviting smile. "Lay one on me then, darlin'." He offers.
"I was kidding." You roll your eyes with a playful giggle. "Maybe if you win though." You tease him.
"Against Dominick Mysterio? Easy." Jordan scoffs confidently. "Come on. Let's go score ourselves an easy win for me and some sweet revenge for you."
You and Jordan head down to the curtain. Dominick is already out in the ring with Rhea at his side. And neither of them has any idea what's about to happen to them.
Jordan's music hits and he heads through the curtain. You wait a few seconds so he can get his full entrance done before you head out and shock the crowd.
You lock eyes with Rhea as you make your way to Jordan's side and he slings his arm around you again. She stares daggers at you and you return the look of disdain. Dominick is a little surprised to see you with Jordan. But one whisper from Rhea and he's ready to go.
"Go kick his ass." You offer Jordan a last word of encouragement before he climbs into the ring.
The match begins and you stalk around the ring to where the commentary table is. Rhea sneers at you as you pass her, but you just keep on walking.
"Y/N! This is certainly a surprise." Corey greets you when you walk over to his side of the table. "Tell us, why exactly are you out here with JD Mconagh instead of your Judgement Day colleges?" He asks you.
"I am no longer affiliated in any way with Judgement Day, Corey." You explain with a smile. "I joined Judgement Day when it was a group for people that wanted to be dominant and on top." You add. "Not some rat tag group of wannabes and glorified social media stars."
Rhea turns around when she hears your statement. The two of you stare at one another for a moment before you casually go back to chatting with Corey. You voice your displeasure that Finn won't be joining you. But besides that, you show no remorse for your prompt exit from the group.
Around the end of the match, Rhea takes it upon herself to help Dominick out so he can pull a win. But you are there just in time to stop her.
"Why don't we let mister Latino Heat, handle this himself, Rhea." You stand directly in her path.
"Ha! You think that I'm scared of you?" Rhea laughs.
You stand your ground with a cool smile on your face. "I know you are." You grin at her. "You're scared of me, Rhea because I have the one thing that all those other girls didn't. A partner."
The bell rings again and Rhea's head snaps to the ring just in time to see Jordan's hand being raised. You laugh as she fumes and slip into the ring and over to Jordan's side.
"Nice work, distracting Rhea for me." Jordan grins as you raise his hand in victory.
"My pleasure." You grin at Rhea outside the ring with Dominick. "You won. So lay one on me, ace." You tap your lips gently.
Jordan cracks a larger-than-life grin. "Yes, ma'am." He wastes no time and you find yourself in a dip before Jordan's lips are on yours.
#wrestling#wwe fandom#wwe fanfiction#jordan devlin#jd mcdonagh#the judgement day#rhea ripley#dominick mysterio#monday night raw#finn balor#wwe x reader#x reader
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A Million Nights • One
Huge Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for creating the photo for this. I love you so much!
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drunk drivers, wrecks, hospitals.
Word Count: 1.8k
The day started off like it always did, same mundane Navy job, and after the day's work, another night spent at the Hard Deck. That’s where Bradley Bradshaw had met his now fiancee, Lieutenant Gunner “P.A.” Savage. Gunner was an Aviation Machinist’s Mate. While she loved being on the flight line, fixing engines wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing for the next 4 years. Her head was always up in the clouds and night sky, but she’d missed the age range to be a Naval Pilot, so working on the jets was the next best thing for her.
After a particularly rough day, she ended her night once again at the Hard Deck, drinking the stress of the day away. Her bright ice blue eyes dulled the more she drank, while her jet black hair found its way down her back by the end of the night, the tightly wrapped military bun had become a thing of the past.
Not paying attention to the world around her, Gunner eventually danced her way right into none other than Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, who had his hands full of beers for his squad buddies. Now feeling the cold sticky liquid on her back, Gunner whipped around to face Bradley. The man was wearing a god awful Hawaiian print buttoned down shirt, with a skin tight white t-shirt underneath. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Gunner squeaked out, “I wasn’t watching where I was!”
Bradley chuckled, “Here you might need this.” He said as he pulled off the Hawaiian print shirt, and handed it to Gunner. “Oh uhm, thanks. Stay here! I’ll be right back!” Gunner said as she ran off to the bathroom to remove the now sticky shirt. She pulled on Bradley’s shirt, buttoned the third button down before rolling the rest of the shirt up, and tying it in the front as a crop top. She made her way back over to where she had left Bradley.
“Oh you listened.” Surprise filled her voice seeing Bradley in the spot she left him. “I mean it’s not every day that an insanely pretty girl dances her way into your beers.” Gunner laughed lightly, “I wouldn’t say insanely pretty, but thank you…” She trailed off, not knowing his name.
“Rooster.” He said.
“Well if we’re going by callsigns then, I’m P.A.” she replied to the just over 6ft man, with honey brown hair and eyes to match. She debated how much she would be able to handle the ferret that adorns his upper lip.
“P.A. huh, what does that really stand for?” Rooster questioned her.
Shyly she mutters back, now embarrassed, “It stands for Party Animal. I might have a reputation around here.”
His eyes widen in realization, “Wait, you’re the infamous Party Animal I’ve heard about around here?”
She cringes before scrubbing her face, “Please for the love of god, tell me you are fucking joking.” Bradley starts laughing, “Don’t worry Honey, I’m definitely joking with you.” He gets soberly serious for a split second, “Or am I?” He busts out laughing once more. Gunner can’t help but laugh herself, “Oh now I know you’re actually just fucking with me.”
Her hand extends out to him, “I’m Gunner. Gunner Savage.” the strong grasp of his hand is now on hers shaking it, “I’m Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.”
“Here I thought my parents hated me by naming me Gunner Savage, and you’re out here walking around as Brad Brad. Wow what peas in a pod we are.” She says, chuckling. “Can I grab you more beers?”
“Of course you can Honey, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow the pretty lady to buy my drinks.” He says back confidently.
That night, sparked something in the both of them, and they really had become two peas in a pod together. Bradley’s friends immediately warmed up to her, and accepted her as one of their own. She eventually got assigned to be the lead mechanic for Bradley’s squadron as well. Every night ended the same, after working with the squadron, Gunner and the squad all went out for drinks. It became tradition for them, until the day where Bradley, Phoenix, and Bob got orders. They were needed for a mission, and Bradley had to leave his fiancee in the care of Jake, and the rest of the squadron.
“How long are you going to be gone again?” Gunner had asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, sobs would break the dam that she was holding in place so well. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Zesty citrus, with cedarwood overtook her senses for a moment.
“Only 3 months Honey, The time will fly by, and I’ll be back before you know it.” He said, trying to reassure his fiancee. He rested his head gently atop of hers, holding her small stature to him, and swaying softly from side to side.
Gunner held on to him as tightly as she could for as long as she could. “You’re gonna come back to me in one piece right?” She questions him.
“Honey, you know I’m going to try my hardest, but I can’t promise that.” He replies burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as well, soft delicate apples flood his senses.
The loud garbled sound of the PA System screamed out, letting the sailors and pilots know it was time to say their final goodbyes, and start boarding. One more really tight hug, and a promise to behave for Jake and the rest of Roo’s squad, and Roo himself was boarding the carrier, with Natasha, and Bob.
Gunner stood on the dock until she could no longer see the carrier in the distance. Night had fallen by that point, and the stars were out in the clear sky. She climbed into Bradley’s Bronco, and drove it home. For the next 3 months anywhere she went, was in that Bronco, as it made her feel that much closer to Roo.
Jake, Javy and the rest of the squadron kept up the tradition of working the entire day, then meeting at the Hard Deck when the work day was over to let off steam.
2 Months and 29 days later, they were still enjoying their night out. Gunner chose to only have one drink, calming that party animal within, so that she could really party tomorrow when Rooster got home. “Hey guys I’m gonna head out, I’m kind of tired.” She said to the group before hugging them all and leaving to get into her car, since she was having the bronco detailed for Bradley’s return.
Gunner always messaged Jake when she got home, but tonight 10 minutes later, the time that it took for her to get home, Jake never got the message. He jumped into his truck and followed Gunner’s route home. 5 minutes into the drive his phone started to ring, as he pulled up onto what looked like a gruesome crash site.
“Hello.” He answered as he slowed down to the traffic that was around this accident. “Is this Mr. Seresin?” The voice on the other end of the line that was Gunner’s spoke. “Y-yes” he stuttered out, clapping his hand over his mouth. “Ms. Savage was in a car wreck-“ the voice said, but Jake cut him off, “I’m here, about 5 cars back.” In no time Jake’s truck was ushered up to the mangled mess that is now Gunner’s car.
“Her Fiance is due home tomorrow, I’m her contact when he’s deployed.” Jake rambled out jumping into the ambulance with Gunner and the paramedics. The ride to the hospital was pure silence aside from the paramedics talking and keeping track of her vitals.
She was immediately taken into Surgery and then was placed in an ICU room to recover. Jake stayed by her side, while Javy waited outside. Jake now had to do the hardest thing imaginable, he had to call Bradley and tell him that his fiancée was in a wreck, and now in a Coma. He paced the room before deciding to call the emergency line on the ship. He spoke to the commanding admiral aboard, and they rushed Bradley back via Helicopter.
An hour or two later, Bradley rushed into the room with a nurse in tow behind him. “What happened?!” He quietly shouted to Jake after the nurse ushered them out into the hallway.
“She said she was tired, and decided to drive home. She was sober, you know I wouldn’t let her drink and drive and ruin her career with the Navy.” Jake paused, gasping out a sob, “They said a drunk driver blew a stop sign, and t-boned her, tossing her car over a few times.”
For the first time Bradley broke down in front of Jake. His body wracked with sobs, learning the news of his fiancée, his future wife. He raced back into the room, with Jake behind him, and he took a seat in the chair next to the bed.
“Honey what happened?” He said softly to the comatose woman in front of him, “We’ve had a million nights just like this, what happened?” The tears poured down his face as he remained planted into that seat.
A few days later the Daggers had convinced Bradley to go home, shower, and change, and that Nat will stay with Gunner, until he returns. It took almost 2 hours of convincing before Bradley budged.
Jake drove him home and led him into the house. Jake sat in the living room while Bradley quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, just wanting to get back to his fiancée already. He completely bypassed everything. It was only then after his shower that he saw what was laying out on the bed. The loud sob that the man released shocked Jake so much that he ran into the room.
There stood Bradley in fresh clothing, sobbing, his hand over his mouth, looking down at the tiny article of clothing on the bed. As Jake approached his heart shattered for the future Bradshaw’s. There was a onesie laying on the bed, that in the cutest script font, said “Daddy’s little copilot.” Jake gasped, “She’s…” Bradley finished his statement, “Pregnant.”
They both rushed back to the hospital. Running through the hospital to get back to her room as quickly as possible. Nat left as soon as they got back, making her way back out to the rest of the Dagger’s in the waiting area. Bradley quickly pressed the call light on the bedside remote. The doctor came in with the nurse, and Bradley told them they had found a onesie in the house, and asked to see if the baby was okay.
They agreed and left to go get the equipment needed to verify if the pregnancy was still viable. Bradley leaned over the bed pressing a soft tender kiss to Gunner’s forehead. “Honey, it was never supposed to happen this way, please come back to me, I still need you.” He choked out another sob, before placing another soft kiss to her forehead.
Part 2
Tagging some people who might be interested:
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 30
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 1559
Warnings: Talk of death
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: Different For Girls Red
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Ghost
The door flung open, and Juliette Kazansky said in relief, "Oh, thank God you're here."
Ghost raised an eyebrow as her friend practically dragged her inside. "What's wrong?"
"My husband is about to drive me insane-"
"Because someone needs to go to the doctor but won't!" Rooster shouted from another room, his tone more snappish than Ghost had ever heard directed at Juliette.
Jules stared up at the ceiling in exasperation, as if she could see through the plaster and wood all the way up to God. "The Lord is testing me today."
"I heard you had a bad night," Ghost said casually, kneeling down to pet the dogs, who had already flopped onto their backs for belly rubs.
"That's putting it mildly. The lack of sleep is making both of us a little testy." Juliette rubbed her temple and rested a hand on her belly. "The babies are having a wrestling match right now, too, naturally only when the nausea's finally abated, so now, I can't sleep because of that."
"Are you sure you want me over right now?" Ghost inquired, standing up and looking her friend up and down, concerned about Juliette's paleness. "Because I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you look awful."
Jules snorted. "Thanks. But yeah, I'm fine. Just running on no sleep. Enough about me, though. Firstly-" she stepped forward and embraced Ghost in a hug so tight, the aviator could barely breathe- "I'm so sorry about your dad. Whatever you need, I'm here for you."
It dawned on Ghost that Jules had recently lost her own dad, less than a year ago, so the feelings were still relatively fresh for her too. She would understand more than anyone. "Thank you. Right now, I think I just need to be around friends. I can feel myself moving towards isolation, and I can't do that."
"If you need to be alone, that's okay. As long as you know you have people waiting for you when you're ready to come back."
Ghost smiled gratefully at her friend. "I appreciate it."
"So, do you want to talk about it or no?"
"There are multiple things I could talk about. Which one are you referring to?"
"Hangman."
Ghost sighed heavily. "Not much to tell. I was planning on staying at his when we got back, we started drinking, started kissing-"
"You two kissed?!" Juliette exclaimed, eyes lighting up.
"Briefly before I cut it off and laid into him. I tried to get him to finally tell me why he never came to visit me after the accident, why he only tried to talk to me after the trial, but he froze. And then I walked out." Ghost walked into the living room with Juliette on her heels. The girls plopped onto the couch, and the dogs joined them. Lightning practically crawled into Ghost's lap as she asked, "What did Hangman text you?"
"He just said: I fucked up. Ghost needs you. I tried to get him to elaborate, but he wouldn't respond. The only other response I got from him was when I asked if he was okay, to which he replied,' I'm fine,' the universal sign that someone is the opposite of fine."
"Thank you for having Coyote check on him. I should've done that first thing, but I was selfish and-"
"Hurting," Juliette added gently. "You've been through a lot lately, Ghost."
"So has he, but he still sent you to check on me. I waited twelve hours before it even dawned on me. I don't even understand why it bothers me so much that I didn't do that for him, but I am, and-"
"Because you love him," Juliette said simply. "Believe me, I understand that infuriating conundrum."
"God, it makes me want to rip my hair out."
"What do you say we sit back, ignore our problems, I have Rooster bring you wine and me some apple juice so I can at least have the air that I'm drinking an adult drink, we put on The Proposal, and both forget about our current problems? We can deal with them later."
Ghost wholeheartedly agreed to the plan. Juliette shouted for Rooster, who shuffled tiredly into the room. He smiled at Ghost, but it didn't reach across his face like it normally did. She'd have to corner him about that later, although she suspected it had to do with Juliette's health. Ghost would keep her own concerns to herself for now, but her friend's wan pallor worried her, too.
Juliette politely requested the girls' drinks and added gently, "And then get some sleep; Ghost is here to watch me, okay?"
Rooster obeyed, grabbing their beverages from the kitchen and handing them to the girls. He kissed Juliette on top of the head before padding to their bedroom.
"He would not have done that without argument had it been anyone but you," Jules said quietly once she assured herself her fiancé was out of earshot.
"Oh, I'm sure if it were Maverick, Penny, or Phoenix, he would've."
"Yeah, because he's slightly scared of Phoenix, although he'd never admit it, and Penny and Maverick are adults in his eyes."
"But he's an adult?"
"They're adultier adults."
Ghost laughed but said nothing else, settling into the cushions and proud of the fact Rooster trusted her with his future wife so implicitly when he hardly trusted the qualified professionals.
Watching the movie turned out to be just the distraction Ghost needed, and when the girls hit 'play' on another one, she and Juliette fell into such deep sleeps that they had to be roused by Rooster for dinner. Neither had heard him enter the kitchen, clang pots and pans around (which he claimed was accidental), or when the timer went off on the oven. He'd made a delicious chicken dish, prompting Ghost to ask, "When did you learn how to cook?"
"I started taking some classes, but if that-" Rooster motioned at the three of them with his fork- "ever leaves this table-"
"Your dirty little secret is safe with us," Ghost promised, "especially since those classes seem to be paying off. This is delicious."
Rooster beamed at the compliment, and when their plates were scraped clean, he took them to the sink. The girls chatted while Rooster cleaned the dishes. He jumped into the conversation when he felt the need to put in his two cents.
During that meal, Ghost realized what Godsends the Bradshaws had been, allowing her to hang out with them to distract her from her woes. Between finding out Maverick might be her dad and the silence from Hangman when she asked him the question that had eaten away at her for years, Ghost considered the success of the Bradshaws' distracting abilities no small feat.
Around nine, they migrated to the living room. Juliette gently lowered herself onto the couch, and while she smiled, Ghost could tell her friend was having a bad day with the pregnancy. They talked for a couple more hours, and when Rooster left to use the restroom, Ghost asked, "Do you want me to go? You look like you're struggling right now."
"No, no, I'm fine," Juliette insisted, waving her hand dismissively. "Just a little nausea. Besides, I'm enjoying our conversation."
"Jules-"
A ringing cellphone interrupted the conversation. The girls shared a confused glance, wondering who on earth would be calling that time of night. Juliette grabbed her phone and answered, "Hello?"
A deep man's voice spoke on the other end. Juliette's brow furrowed in confusion when she replied, "Uh, no, this isn't Ghost. May I ask who's calling?"
"What's going on?" Rooster queried upon returning to the room and noticing the girls' expressions. Juliette held up a finger to silence him.
"Hang on, let me get her for you," Juliette said. She handed the phone to the female aviator, stating, "It's a bartender?"
Ghost frowned. "Hello?"
"Is this Ghost?" The man responded gruffly, sounding slightly exasperated.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"My name's Mickey Whitley; I'm a bartender at The Riptide. I have a customer here, a Jake Seresin, who needs a ride home because he's smashed and- no, you're not playing darts! You can't even stand!" The man exclaimed suddenly. He groaned and returned to the conversation. "Sorry, your friend wants to play darts, and if he throws one, it's more likely to turn into a freestyle acupuncture session than a darts game. Can you come get him? I can help get him to your car, but I'm cutting him off because he's gonna kill himself if he drinks anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll head over now," Ghost said, standing up and hurrying to the front door. Rooster and Juliette followed. "I'll be there in ten."
Hanging up the phone, she returned it to Juliette and explained the situation, adding, "Rooster, I hate to ask this of you, but could you help me pick him up? If Hangman's as drunk as the guy said he is, I won't be able to get him home, let alone keep him stable on my bike."
"Of course," Rooster said, reaching for his keys. Juliette swiped them before he could. "What are you-"
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm useless. I'm coming with you to help. He gave the bartender my number after all," Juliette argued. "Come on. I'm driving."
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“Online Boyfriends”
Short story ❀ Text Fic ❀ HCs
Author’s Note:
This is a collab w/ @reallyromealone where we both give the other a character and the subject is said character with an online bf :D he gave me Izana<33
Pronouns: He/Him
Warning(s): MODERN AU(meaning Izana was born2004), strong language, mentions of COVID risk
[U/N] Today at 7:05am
Good morning!
[U/N] Today at 9:24am
Izana?
Babe?
Are you busy?
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 9:57am
Sorry, had a meeting.
[U/N] Today at 9:59am
All good! Tenjiku right? Don’t worry about it, I know being a big bad gang member can be hard sometimes
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:00am
Is that… sarcasm?
[U/N] Today at 10:02am
Nah, jus teasin’ ya toots
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:02am
Don’t call me that.
[U/N] Today at 10:02am
I’ll call my boyfriend what I want!>:(
Toots;)
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:03am
I hate you.
[U/N] Today at 10:05am
If you meant that you wouldn’t be dating me, and I’d probably be blocked lol
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:05
…
Shut up.
[U/N] Today at 10:17am
Sorry! Work called! I got a customer >:)
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:19am
Your fine, Ran decided to be an ass and bang on my window the whole time you were gone.
[U/N] Today at 10:19am
Lol
You HAVE to let me meet him one day
Btw, it’s “you’re”
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:20am
No. I refuse.
He’ll corrupt you.
And screw off. English is hard.
[U/N] Today at 10:22am
Awww
You suck :((( I wanna meet your friends
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:25am
Yeah yeah, whatever you say.
Don’t you have a customer or something? I remember you saying that you were going to have a customer come in and pick up stuff.
[U/N] Today at 10:26am
That’s at 12, I still got time for you<3
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:29am
Cute.
[U/N] Today at 10:30am
Ehhh you’re cuter<3
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 10:37
No you.
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Izana smiled softly as he continued to argue with his boyfriend.
God how he loved the other male.
If only they lived in the same country.
Izana may be a gang leader, and crave for absolute power, but this man? He wanted to be with this man more than anything.
Izana has known this man since he and {Reader} were 12, a short while after discord had come out, and fell in love with him at 17. He’s 18 now and totally and utterly head over heels in love with the other male, not that he’d admit it.
He would do anything and everything to see this man, just once.
But since {Reader}’s siblings can’t be left unattended, and are high risk for COVID because of medical issues, neither of the males can go and see the other.
That didn’t stop them from calling almost every night, and texting everyday tho.
Most people thought their relationship was fucked over from the very beginning. As Izana was a leader of a very troublesome gang in Tokyo, and {Reader} was an owner of a small business who makes pictures, signs, and pretty decorations of all shapes and sizes from home.
It was mainly {Reader}’s family who thought that, as Izana hadn’t really told anyone, but it was whatever. They’ve been together for almost a year now, both happy with where they are and it’s overall a healthy relationship. Sure they’re both mentally unstable, but they were working on it, together.
That’s all that mattered right?
*Ding*
Unlocking his phone again, Izana sat up and opened Discord.
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[U/N] Today at 11:53am
I’ve loved talking to you babe! But my customer just pulled in- They have like- 13 things! And two over them are super fucking huge.
Strawb3rryBoY Today at 11:53am
All good, we still on for calling tonight?
[U/N] Today at 11:53am
For sure! Love you!<3
Love you t|
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Izana stopped for a second.
He’s… never really said I love you before.
He did love {Reader}, he’d even go as far to say he can see himself marrying the [h/c] haired male. Yet… he’s never really said the words “I love you” to him.
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Stawb3rryBoY Today at 11:57am
I love you too.
─┄ °❀
Head Cannons!
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❥ You and Izana have matching pfps
-it was actually his idea too
❥ He likes sleeping on call with you
-more like where one of you sleep why the other is just chilling
-#1 reason why he hates time zones
❥ Likes to listen to you talk about just random things you’re interested in
-depending on what it is, he will check it out if he can
❥ When he can’t sleep and knows your busy he will hug a pillow and pretend he’s cuddling you
-it happens a lot
❥ Doesn’t talk to people about you but he will gush his heart out about you in his notes app
❥ He’s still not all that good with English, so he has you teach him a little from time to time
❥ You’re his only non gang related friend he has on discord
-everyone else he’s friended on discord is from his gang(or another gang)
❥ He dreams about taking you to a bakery and sharing strawberry filled pastries with you
-if you’re allergic or don’t like strawberries, that’s okay with him, he likes chocolate and blueberries too
❥ You made him a playlist on Spotify and he listens to it all the time
-His favorite is probably “Make you Mine” or “Mr Loverman”
❥ Was your first customer, he had you make a sign that had both your initials inside of a heart and let you add whatever you wanted to it
-He paid you extra for it, refusing to take no for an answer
-It’s hanging on his bedroom wall
❥ Absolutely loves being called babe
-It makes him feel pretty, and appreciated for absolutely no reason
-Won’t admit it tho
❥ He’s teaching himself how to cook
-It’s actually Kakucho teaching him, he just says he’s teaching himself
-Kakucho has been cooking for him for too long, he wants to be able to cook dinners and stuff for you himself one day
❥ He made you both “couples bracelets” and shipped you yours
-your bracelet is a mix of whites and purples with some red
-his is black, [f/c] and [2f/c]
-it’s to remind you of each other
-both bracelets have charms of the other, which he had custom made
❥ Has a sketch book full of realistic drawings of you guys together
-there’s also a shit ton of chibi versions of you guys together, which are his favorite
❥ Thinks of what pet he wants to adopt with you from time to time
-He just wants something that’d he’d be able to say is “ours”
-Thinks that that you’d be a great fur dad
❥ He dreams of you guys getting married a lot
-Lowkey wants to wear a dress
-Or maybe a suit with a skirt
-Don’t ask why, he just does
-Also thinks it’s be cool if you both wore one
❥ Didn’t realize he like liked you until you asked him out
#tokyo revengers x male reader#tokyo revengers x reader#x male reader#tokyo rev x reader#izana x reader#izana headcanons#izana x male reader#text fic#tokyo rev headcanons
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Under the coveralls
MINORS DNI
Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom Michael Myers, feminization, breeding kink, lil size kink maybe?
“Where did you get this?” you ask upon unbuttoning Michael Myers’ coveralls.
He’s laying under you, and after a lot of heavy petting and grinding, you both felt the need to see more skin. To your surprise, underneath he’s wearing the nicest black, lacy, lingerie set you’ve ever seen.
No doubt he snatched it out of someone's house, or at least you hope he did that and this didn’t come off a corpse. As an answer, Michael just does that stupid head tilt that tells you absolutely nothing (but, you must admit, he does look adorable when he does it).
You pull the coveralls further apart revealing more of the set. In the back of your mind you take a second to wonder how he must have looked putting them on. You wonder what made him choose this color and set. You’re glad he chose the lingerie that he did, as the bralette cups his scarred chest so perfectly, making it look like he’s got a nice pair of tits. You squeeze his pecs, hearing a soft exhale from behind the mask.
“God, you are so pretty,” you murmur honestly, your excitement to see (and touch) more of him generating a hot, tingly sensation within your loins.
Unbuttoning the coveralls more your cock twitches when you see he’s got a matching pair of panties that are beautifully bulged with his hard cock. You groan softly, running your finger along the length of the dick, finding his tip has made the panties slightly damp already.
“Oh Michael,” you coo, “look at you.” He takes your words literally and does as he’s told, looking down to where you’re rubbing his tip. “Gonna let me fuck you with these on?” you ask, and he nods in a way that could only be described as excited for him.
“Okay, let me go get the lube, can you get your coveralls off for me?” it pains you to pull yourself from him but you swiftly get off the bed, grabbing the lube and hastily removing your clothes.
When you return you make yourself comfortable between his now nude spread legs, setting the lube next to him. Michael reaches out, touching your arm. He’s developed a little code- it took you a little bit to figure it out- but you know what that means.
“Good girl,” you praise, delighting in the way that he very quietly moans and leans back against the pillows. “Yeah, good girl, you just lay back and let me take care of you tonight, how’s that sound?” Michael signs good which is one of the few, but very helpful, signed words he’s learned.
Taking your time you run your hands along his chest again, paying special attention to his nipples. You squeeze and tug on them through the fabric of the lingerie, then cup his chest. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, y’know that, right baby?” Michael shudders under you, arching into your touch. You lean down to kiss the skin of his that’s exposed, still groping him over the fabric of the bralette.
“I gotta see if you’ve got a pretty pussy to match,” you grin up at him, biting into the meat of his chest. Michael makes a muffled noise under his mask, his hands coming from where they’d been fisting the sheets to grab at your arms. Clearly, he likes the sound of that.
You kiss your way down his muscled body, nipping every so often. Once you reach his panties you pull the hem down just enough to give his sticky tip a kiss, then cover his cock back up and back off. Michael jerks his hips up, desperate for more attention on his dick.
Ignoring him, you pull the panties to the side, only enough to reveal his hole to you. Letting out an appreciative moan, you trace his rim and feel him twitch under you.
“Such a pretty cunt,” you praise, fumbling around for the lube while still mesmerized by his hole. You coat your fingers and press them against his entrance, relishing in the way he jolts at how cold they are with the lube. “Sorry,” you say, not feeling sorry at all. And Michael knows it.
Before he can do anything to get back at you, you press your fingers into him. Michael gasps softly behind his mask, squeezing involuntarily around you. Slowly, you inch your fingers into him, stretching them open and closed to get him ready to take you.
“You’re so tight,” you hum, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle his exposed chest. He’s so quiet you feel it more than you hear the soft groan that comes from him when you curl your fingers up towards his bladder. “Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me,” you tease, “might only be able to stick my tip in.”
Michael grunts angrily, reaching out to grab your arm in a nearly bone crushingly tight grip. You laugh off his outburst,
“I’m only kidding Mikey,” you coo, and his grip loosens by a fraction. “I don’t think I could manage just fucking you with my tip,” you confess, sliding your fingers out slowly, because he’s more than ready. “Your pussy feels so good I can’t help but wanna feel you all around my cock,” you kiss his chest. Michael’s cock twitches in his panties, but if you weren’t looking you’d miss it.
“Condom, or-” Michael cuts you off, shaking his head swiftly. At this point the condom only serves as a method of easy clean up, because you’ve been tested and Michael has only ever had sex with you.
With how needy you both are you don’t waste time lubing yourself up.
You readjust just a bit, moving Michael by his hips- causing him to squirm and pant at being manhandled around. Holding him steady by his hip with one hand, you pull his panties further to the side so you can rub your tip against his hole.
Michael wraps his arms around your neck, a subtle signal that he’s ready. You lean down to kiss the cheek of his mask before you press yourself into him.
There’s a little resistance, because Michael has a tendency to get excited and clench up, but he soon relaxes. In little to no time you’re able to thrust yourself fully into him. He lets out a muffled, choked moan, tightening his hold on you.
Knowing exactly what he needs and wants you jump right into fucking him at a quick pace. “Ungh, you look so pretty baby girl,” you ramble to yourself, letting one of your hands come down to squeeze his dick that's confined within the panties, “the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Michael’s chest rises and falls dramatically as he takes deep wheezing breaths, his hips grinding back against yours every so often.
His legs come around your waist, trying to pull you deeper. He easily becomes frustrated when he doesn’t have you as deep as he’d like, and lets out a loud- the loudest he’s been all night- grunt to express it.
“You want to feel me in your womb huh baby?” he can’t nod fast enough to answer your question. You slow down, “unhook your legs for a second,” you tell him softly. Michael does as he’s told quickly, staring at you curiously from behind his mask. “I want to try a new position,” you tell him, pulling out much to his dismay, and gently pushing his legs forward towards his chest. “Hold onto your legs for me,” again he does as he’s told, wrapping his arms around his legs.
You get him into the position for a mating press, and once again align yourself with his hole. This time when you thrust yourself in Michael lets out a pleased sound. Your thighs rest against his strong ones, and in this position you tower over him.
Within the first few hard, quick thrusts Michael’s cock begins leaking pre, a wet spot forming on his panties.
“Hah, feels better having me like this, yeah?” you ask breathlessly, pounding him into the mattress. Michael lets out a series of soft moans and groans as an answer to your question.
He brings his hands up, shakily signing “good” over and over again. You groan loudly, uncontrollably increasing the pace of your thrusts as your orgasm steadily approaches. The force at which you fuck Michael generates a lewd slapping sound as your balls hit his ass with each thrust.
“My pretty- ungh- fucking girl,” you’re feeling so very close to cumming now, feeling him squeeze and clench around you, “I’m gonna pump you fuh-full’ve my cum,” you tell him, “and- ah- you’re gonna make a mess of your panties,” Michael nods enthusiastically to that.
All it takes for Michael to cum is you leaning down to kiss the exposed skin between both of his pecs. His breath hitching dramatically is the only warning you get before he clenches like a vice around you. You follow soon after, fucking him rabidly through his orgasm and your own.
Your promise is kept as you fuck his hole full of your cum, and Michael completely ruins his panties.
As soon as you’re able to you gently pull out of him, releasing him from the mating press. Indulging yourself, you take a moment to watch your cum seep from his pretty, pink, puffy, ruined hole. It takes a lot of resistance to not lean down and clean him up with your mouth, because Michael is needing your attention elsewhere.
He weakly takes your hands in his, and pulls them to his panties. “Ah,” you exclaim sleepily, “bet these feel gross now, huh?” Michael doesn’t even give you the courtesy of a nod, just tugs on your hands, meaning he wants them off now. Quickly you comply and help him out of them.
You let out a low whistle when his groin is revealed to you. The excess amount that he came makes his soft dick shine in the low light of the room, and again it takes a lot of resistance not to take him right into your mouth to clean him up. Instead you then help him out of his bralette.
“Bath time?” you offer softly. Michael seems to consider this, and then without warning he’s trying to get out of your bed.
You can’t help but laugh when his legs shake and wobble as he attempts to stand. Despite it happening before your very eyes, no one would ever believe you if you said you saw the Haddonfield Boogeyman stumble.
Rushing to his side, you offer yourself as support to him. Michael pushes you away, and you can feel him glaring at you from behind the mask,
“You’re not going to make it on your own princess,” you tell him confidently, “might as well get over yourself and accept my help,” Michael lets out an annoyed huff, but leans into you all the same.
You make it to the bathtub, where Michael sits awkwardly as the water rises. “I’m gonna go get the bed ready,” you tell him quietly, “and maybe clean up along the way, because I’m almost certain my cum leaked out of you on our way here,” you joke. Michael splashes water at you, but you can see his eyes crinkling from behind the mask, telling you he’s grinning.
Getting up to do that, you stop at the doorway and turn back to him. “Hey,” you tell him softly, “you really are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Michael stares at you for a minute before moving to haul himself out of the tub (seemingly a threat, that he’ll come and get you). Unperturbed you laugh, closing the door behind you and smiling when you hear the water splash as he sits back down a moment later.
As you go about cleaning and readying the bed for sleep, you think about how you hope he was blushing under his mask. You also think quite a lot about how you could fluster him more when he gets back.
#happy halloween here is a lil treat#thank u to gabe for the idea for this fic#it took me ages and ages to write but ofc I had to post it on halloween#spice#sub michael myers#sub slashers#cw feminization
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Bathroom Rendezvous
Himbo!Yuji x Confident&Afab!Reader (Modern AU) Oneshot
summary: yuji runs into his longtime crush at a halloween party, and he finds out you like him back
tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, everyone in this is aged up obvs, treating wounds trope, blowjob (m receiving), raw and penetrative seggs in a bathroom that isnt yours, like alot of fucking, small mentions of blood, makin outtt, yuji being shy and obsessively horny, from HIS POV for ur pleasure, dirty talk (lots of praise), some begging, confessions, straight up smut with v little plot - a dash if you will
~3.7k words
thanks for reading and enjoy<3
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Yuji had been too rough.
Thanks to his carelessness, his knee is scraped and covered in dirt from the backyard. It had been a momentary lapse in judgment, with him thinking that he could wrestle Megumi’s giant dogs without any problems. Honestly, it was on him for opting for a firefighter costume that was essentially neon striped boxers, matching suspenders, and a red plastic shell hat.
“Dude, I told you.” Megumi holds back his dogs, clasping his hands in front of their fluffy chests as Yuji dusts himself off with a laugh. It’s a pretty comical sight, with Megumi in grim reaper attire and his two canines sporting respective bumblebee and ladybug costumes.
“It’s cool. We had fun, didn’t we?” Yuji pats each dog’s head, and they happily pant in return.
Megumi rolls his eyes, and Yuji snickers before jogging back to Nobara's house.
He calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna go check the bathroom for a band aid.”
Megumi hardly hears him as he fails to chastise his dogs, shaking his head while they obliviously lick their disapproving owner’s face.
Yuji slides the glass door behind him, saying a cheerful hi! when he passes Nobara and Maki as they dance past him and into the living room. He tuts to himself as he goes down the hall, glancing down at his wound every few steps. He finds the bathroom shortly, and pumps his fist when there’s no line and he can easily turn the bronze knob.
“Hey!”
Shit.
He sees you, poised in front of the mirror with a lip gloss wand and bracing a hand against the sink edge. You look adorable in your fairy costume, with glitter sparkling on your dress and iridescent wings hanging off of your back. Shoulder straps keep them hoisted up, and they accentuate the enticing curve of your tits as shimmery fabric spreads across them. Your back is arched and the cute shape of your ass pokes out as you tiptoe closer to get a good view of yourself in the mirror.
He feels stupid catching his own face in the mirror, standing in the open doorway with a stunned expression on his face. The only word for it is dumbstruck. He’s all wide copper eyes and parted lips, and his rosy colored eyebrows are slightly raised in surprise. The hat he was wearing had slipped behind his head, hanging between his shoulders by the thin elastic of the costume piece.
“Shit, my bad. Sorry.” He quickly says, embarrassment tensing his neck.
Before he can take a step back, he’s greeted by the amused tinkling of your laughter.
“Oh, it’s just you! It’s cool, come on in Yuji. I’m just touching up my makeup.”
It’s just you? Your exclamation instantly worries him, what did you mean by that?
“You sure?” He asks, cracking the door open an inch wider.
At the same time, the bass from the music blasts into the hallway, and you tilt your head in confusion.
“Close the door! I can’t hear you!” You call out, and Yuji shuts the door behind him, the cool wood brushing against the back of his fingers.
“I just need to wash my leg real quick. Megumi’s dogs got me pretty good.” He says apologetically, gesturing to the faucet.
You whip your head back at him from the news, snapping your tube of lip gloss shut.
“Oh my god, what? Here, let me help. Nobara’s got a first aid kit in here somewhere.” You open the mirror to reveal the medicine cabinet behind it, rummaging through the content.
Pill bottles and q-tips are scattered along the shelves, clicking against each other as you rearrange everything in your search. Yuji hardly notices the noise, only staring at the hem of your dress riding up your thighs. They dig a line into the tender flesh, and he wants so badly to know what they would look like bruised with his fingertips instead.
“Alright, here we go.” Yuji attempts to look mildly interested in the small red plus signed box you bring over. He already forgot what he was here for.
“Go ahead and clean your leg, I can patch you up after.”
Oh, right.
Yuji does as told, taking off his hat and setting it on the edge of the sink. Soon, you’re staring at his shin to examine the damage. Squinting as you stand, you click open the plastic to check for any applicable cure, and then you do the unthinkable.
You kneel down in front of him.
Yuji’s mind is racing.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” Your hands float over the bloodied skin, and he can feel the warmth of your breath ghosting over his knee.
“Y-yeah.” He nods, mentally beating himself up for stuttering.
Of course, you pretend you don’t notice, giving him an angelic smile instead of teasing him for it. You were always so nice to him. He knew he was a bit of an idiot sometimes, but he honestly just liked being enthusiastic about what life had to offer him and making sure his loved ones were smiling. He liked himself enough to have a good amount of confidence, and working out helped, but whenever you were around he couldn’t help but lose his cool. You were everything he ever liked about the world, so supportive in your kind acts and prettier than anything he’d ever laid eyes on. You were funny as hell too, exchanging jokes with him until you were both tearing up. Honestly, Yuji just held a natural affinity for you. He liked you happy, sad, angry, imperfect. It didn’t matter, you were still what his heart wanted until it stopped beating. He took any chance he could to talk to you and watch your eyes light up, although he never had quite the guts to invite you out on a date.
Now, you were literally on your knees in front of him, and he had fucking stuttered.
Get it together man. He chides, drifting his gaze from your shiny lips to your eyes. They appear a bit bigger staring up at him like that, and he feels his jaw tense when he rotates it in thought.
“This might hurt a little, okay?” The concerned intonation nearly makes him laugh. You really have no idea how much he does not care. He would let you do anything you wanted to him.
“Okay.” Yuji says, trusting you completely.
“Hold still.”
You cautiously dab at the wound with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, and he grits his teeth at the sting. However slight the motion is, you seem to detect it.
“You really need to be more careful.” You tsk, a small pout on your lips as you place a hand on the back of his knee to steady him. The space between your eyebrows becomes scrunched as you concentrate on the task at hand, and the bathroom is so quiet it gives Yuji far too little stimuli to distract him. Even the music from the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the house isn’t anything more than a whisper.
Yuji can’t even reply, he’s fighting to not think dirty thoughts about you as your nails graze the skin of his leg. Any time you make some reassuring comment about his scrape, he just nods and hollowly agrees with you. He’s afraid to say anymore, saliva keeps flooding his tongue with want, and he can sense hot blood rushing down his body any time you grip his leg a bit tighter.
With a flourish, you peel off the waxy paper of a band aid and secure it to his cut.
“Okay, done!” You look up at him again, and the beam on your face tempts him into desiring unspeakable things.
Things that would wipe that adorable expression off of your face, leave you trembling, and streaked with tears.
Fuck. Fuck. You were too pretty and being so lovely to him, he was going crazy. He likes you so much that this perfectly normal situation is killing him inside.
“Oh, almost forgot!” You intake a gasp, and he takes a break from his shameful thoughts to dumbly look at you.
“What?”
To his surprise, you bend down further and kiss the band aid you had just placed onto his skin. His cheeks immediately flame, and he clasps his hands over his front to subtly push down his growing boner.
Yuji doesn’t have time to fix his face before you sit back on your haunches and peer up at him again.
Embarrassment tinges your features, and you pat the bandaid again with your fingertips.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. That’s what my parents used to do and it became a habit of mine too.”
“No! No, that’s totally fine. I just-” Yuji rakes a stressful hand through his hair, and then a heavy sigh escapes him as he searches your face.
“You’re just- Fuck, it’s…you’re just so pretty I don’t know what to do.”
The admission widens your eyes, and the air thickens between you.
“Then…” You begin, raising yourself on your knees again and prying Yuji’s hands apart.
The head of his cock presses against the cheap fabric of his costume, and he bites his lip at your eyelashes fluttering at the sight. Your breaths are light, skating over the thin barrier between you and the leaking tip of his dick.
Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, your eyes demurely find his, “Mind if I take care of this too?”
Oh, yes.
“Could you?” He tilts his head, slowly finding his confidence again now that he knows you want him too.
He plays with some of your hair in his fingers, and when you close your eyes to savor the feeling he can’t wait to grip fistfuls of it.
“Of course.” You say, the confirmation gliding over your lips.
Your eyes are still closed, and you tell him again, more softly this time as his thumb drags over your bottom lip.
“Of course.”
Yuji takes in a shallow breath, and he cups your face in his hands as you pleadingly paw at the back of his pants. Your chin is now grazing the tented material of his pants and your eyes are fixated on his. They’re filled with more need than he imagined they would be, and he can feel the spit traveling down your throat when you gulp at his hands on your cheeks.
“Go ahead.” He encourages, shrugging his suspenders off of his shoulders, “I want you to.”
You straighten up, tentative hands roaming around his waistband before tugging it down the middle. His costume pools at his ankles, and his cock slaps against his lower abs after being released.
His balls are nestled in coarse, pink hair, and the head of his cock is dark mauve and swollen with want. The rest of his length is a beige shade and twitching all the way up to the tip, where his slit is already oozing with pearlescent drops of slick precum. They dribble down and rest where the head of his cock flares out. He might cum just from taking in the hungry way you’re staring at his hardness.
“Oh, you’re pretty too.” You boldly yet carefully fist his cock with a breathless laugh, the veiny length throbbing against your palm.
The action elicits shivers in Yuji, and he hopes you do more than touch him. You shift in your seat, getting comfortable and unfurling your tongue. Yuji likes the wet, flat shape of it, and he braces himself as the ridges slide between your fingers before you bring his cock up to your mouth.
You swirl your thumb over the leaking hole on the top, and then bend your head down to have your tongue follow its path, eventually licking a strip down and back up to the tip. Yuji gets goosebumps all along his arms, and his hands find the back of your head automatically as you tease him with the tip of your tongue.
On your second trip down the girth, you lap at his balls before sucking the sensitive skin over one of them into your mouth. You fondle it with your tongue, making soft sounds and then squishing it flat against your tongue and dragging it all the way back to where his precum is beginning to lewdly drip onto the floor. You’re so fucking patient, and Yuji has to fight the urge to cum right away when you languidly go over the veins of his cock over and over again.
He has to crouch down a bit to retain any sanity he has left, and you smear your hand over the sopping tip of his cock. The rough motion forces him to wince, and you lubricate his length by twisting your slickened hand around his erection.
“Let me put it in.” He groans, pushing his hips closer to your mouth.
You kiss the tip when it accidentally bumps against the corner of your smile, and Yuji thinks he’s really going to cum when it creates a tiny, glistening thread between his cock and your cupid’s bow.
“You want it that bad?” You lick your lips to catch the translucent string, pumping him faster with both hands and sticking your tongue out to catch stray drops of his excitement.
They land on your tongue, dotting it with just barely visible splatters of creaminess.
“Y-yes. God, yes.” He bucks his hips erratically, letting just the tip of his cock prod at the textured surface of your tongue.
He knows he’s being needy, but he can’t help it. Nothing in his brain seems to be functioning properly, he just wants his dick fucking into your wide open mouth. He wants to stuff your throat and ensure that by the time he spurts cum into your stomach that your neatly drawn on makeup is utterly ruined.
You hum out a content sound, and then, you swallow him whole.
He can’t even fucking see for a moment, blinding pleasure flooding his body and centering where his dick is halfway down your neck. A loud curse must have let him, because his voice comes out raspy the next time he tries to talk.
“Oh my god. You are- Fucking amazing. So, so good.” He gathers your hair in his hand, and he ruts into you with wanton grunts.
“Right here is the best. It’s fucking incredible.” He facefucks you deeper, enjoying the rush of heady adrenaline that washes over him the deeper he gets, “Nice and tight. Mm.”
Obviously, you can’t say anything back, but you bob your head with clear devotion at his words and the way he shoves your head all the way down to his balls. You leave nail marks along his thighs, mascara and saline forming desperate lines down your face. He throws his head back, trying not to scream and let the other partygoers in on your dirty acts.
“Fuck. It’s so good. You’re so good. I’m gonna cum soon. Ugh.” A drawn out whine leaves him, and you maintain your pace so well that his eyes roll back from the effort it takes not to cum every instant. He wants to save a lot of cum for you, you deserve at least a mouthful.
You bounce on your knees and emit cries muffled by his cock. You’re synced to each other at this point, every shaky grab of your hands on his hips or thighs matching his own behind your ears.
“You want my cum already? Come on, open. Open, open.” He shudders as his body is wracked with satisfaction, and white sears across his vision once he reels his hips back and unloads his mess of cum onto your raw tongue. Every thud of his orgasm is followed by a dribble of cum, and you gratefully gorge yourself on the sloppy trickles of cream.
Yuji watches you as he catches his breath, caressing the sides of your face as you suck at the remaining puddles of white he left on your tongue.
“I love how you taste.” You whisper, and before you can swallow the last of his cum, he puts his hand around your neck and pins you to the bathroom floor.
“Can I-?” He begins, hand hovering over the hem of your dress, but you’re nodding enthusiastically before he can even finish his question.
So, he isn’t even sorry when he pushes your dress up to your stomach and quickly flings your underwear somewhere in the bathroom.
“Sorry. I just- Is this okay?” He’s able to pause for a second, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to observe that his cock is achingly hard again. Yuji sinks his teeth into his lip as it swings over your drenched entrance, and he doesn’t waste a second when you give him an eager yes.
Your hips collide with his as he thrusts himself deep, deep inside of you. The squelch of your cunt brings him to moan, and he becomes obsessed with the repetitive sound of it when he starts mercilessly fucking into you.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He’s certain that he’s going to cum in half a second.
“Yuji!” You squeal, “M-my pussy! Oh!”
“That’s right. I’m fucking your pussy.” He growls in your ear, not stopping the consistent rhythm he pounds into your core.
Before you can scream, he kisses you, making you mewl into his mouth as he tastes the film of his leftover cum in your mouth.
“I wanna cum. Wanna cum. Now. Please, Yuji. Please.” You beg between strokes of his lips and tongue.
“I got you. Hold on.” He closes the distance between you even more aggressively, splashing your mutual precum between your bodies.
“Yuji, fuck!” You keep your eyes on the squish of his balls as they slam against the bottom of your folds, your eyelashes fluttering every time Yuji grinds forcefully into your guts. He can vaguely notice your clit sweeping against his front, and he lowers a hand to smother it with the pads of his fingers.
The pinching and rubbing of his fingertips causes you to become even wetter, and Yuji wants to help you feel this good every goddamn night.
“You like that? Gonna cum now? Should I go faster?” He questions against your lips, nudging his nose against your cheek as he meets your watery gaze with his bronzy one.
“Mhm. Mhm!” You can’t even muster distinct words, and that makes Yuji even more keen on making you cum.
“Yeah? I’m gonna cum in your pussy. Want my cum in your pussy and your throat. Does that sound good?”
Seeing the whites of your eyes and feeling your pussy clamp harder around him is his only answer. Nonsense rolls off your tongue, and Yuji doesn’t think he could be anymore in love with you.
“I wanna cum with you.” He confesses, pumping himself through the sticky neediness of your walls.
Your lip begins quivering, and your back is arched off of the floor tiles as he plunges his cock in and out. Breaths only puff out from your lips when his hips stutter. Even so, Yuji doesn’t remove his hand from the lusty nub of your clit until you coat his cock with your climax and his own cum is spilling out of your thoroughly fucked pussy.
Mindless kisses from you line Yuji’s lips, and he drinks each one in as if they are sweeter than water.
“There you go.” The low register of his voice is soothing, but hoarse.
He slows, picking you up and settling you in his lap so that you’re off of the ground.
“Yuji.” You fondly cross your arms behind his neck, peppering the side of his jaw and neck with gentle kisses.
“Hi.” He beams, chuckling at your affection.
Yuji holds you close, encircling your waist and kissing you back.
“Everyone’s gonna know we just had sex.” You point out, and he rocks you side to side with a shrug.
“You started it, so I don’t know if you can be mad about that.”
When your mouth drops open, Yuji laughs, “Kidding, here I’ll help you clean up.”
He helps you the best he can, and by the time you’re both mostly presentable again, he just wants to bend you over and have you slobbering over his dick again.
“Okay, let’s go find everyone.” You fix his hair, and straighten his hat before you turn to grasp the doorknob.
As you crack open the door and peek down the hallway, he snakes his hand around your waist.
“Or maybe…we can head out early?”
You shut the door haphazardly, pushing him back into the bathroom with a kiss.
“With you? Of course I do.”
Once you rush goodbyes with everyone and use some not at all believed excuse that you need a ride home, Yuji and you are sat side by side in his car to his house.
He has to constantly remind himself to not flit his vision back and forth between you and the road, but you seem to come up with the perfect solution for that.
“Hey, Yuji? Can you pull over for a sec?”
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Yuji ends up fucking you with your hands pressed against the glass of his backseat windows, in his driveway, on his kitchen counter, on his couch, and in his hallway before he finally has you on top of his thighs and filthily riding him into his mattress.
You collapse on his chest after you cum all over the base of his cock, but lift up your head when he thickly swallows and his fingers sink into the plush swell of your ass.
“I really like you, you know that?” Yuji hopes his words come off as sincerely as they are, “Just wanna see you happy.”
Your simple response has him never wanting to let you go.
“Yuji, you make me happy.”
The sentiment prompts him to flip you over, and he runs his hazel eyes along your beautiful and bruised form.
“Would one more time be overdoing it?” He wonders aloud, hazily admiring how your nipples perk up against his own.
You draw him nearer, your answer solidifying between his lips.
“No.”
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