#he was great in the rain but I fucking hated what the show did to his character and plot at the end
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It's so funny to me how I went into this thinking I wouldn't like Krester's character at all cause I was still holding resentment towards Rasmus and I think I extrapolated that to the poor actor but he's like one of my favs haha.
#I mean it's not lucas' fault#he was great in the rain but I fucking hated what the show did to his character and plot at the end#like they made him so annoying and the ending was so dumb#but yeah anyways#I'm rooting for krester#1899 netflix spoilers#1899 netflix#the rain netflix#my opinion
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Would you do a second part of Damián x Cat!villain!reader? Or maybe something with a different plot, but I need it too much 😵💫
I don’t usually entertain part 2 asks but cause it’s you my adorkable Lucas, I shall. I’m adding the other boys and some wild cards for good measure.
tw/cw: yandere, dick’s part gives me major second hand embarrassment but maybe that’s a me issue, (implied) jason has seggs with your unconscious body (but it’s consensual). damian is aged up but still younger than reader hence the condescending way of speech the latter has for him.
ROOFTOP TALKS W/ THE BOYS
☁️ . . . w/ Dickie Boi
When you were dating it was a lot of you flirting and him asking you to be a bit more professional. And then you promptly reminding him that your profession is being a thief.
And that you were taking that profession seriously by stealing his heart.
Kisses in the rain were pretty much your guys’s thing. As much as your cat heart hated being wet.
When he became Nightwing and after Jason’s death, you guys didn’t break up immediately. Just fizzled out. Long talks about everything and anything became short greetings and small talk until you two officially ended it.
Nowadays Dick tries his hardest to get your attention, he shows off a lot. Ups the romanticness of it all. Brings you all around the city for dates before you two chill on your favorite spot.
Dick felt great. He just spent an entire night out on a date with his first love, some might argue that you’re his only true one too. You two haven’t been able to hang out due to the chaos of life and Jason. But finally he was able to have you for himself for once. No Tim to watch you two through the cameras (he made sure all of those were unavailable), no Damian to stalk you two within the shadows (it took a while, but he managed to convince the big ol’ bat to keep the youngest occupied), and no vigilante business he had to deal with.
There was just one last thing. A kiss. (He wanted sex, to feel you around him again. But considering you two just got back into the swing of things he was willing to wait)
He closed his eyes, and leaned forward.
Only to be met with air.
And then the ground.
“Uhm. Did you just — I mean I know I look cute tonight and all — but did you just try to kiss me, Grayson?” You had only managed to narrowly dodge the action. A little amused by the way he’s currently making out with the floor, but mostly confused and somewhat terrified.
Dick groaned, of all the things to put him on the ground this week. “I thought - I thought we were…”
You looked at him, blinked a few times, and managed to utter out, “Dude.”
☁️ . . . w/ Hubby Toddy
Imma be honest with you. You two bone 80-90% of the times you guys meet.
The only reason that it’s not 100% is because of the danger you two are in for that 10-20%
The vigilante/villain lifestyle and environment isn’t ideal for boning 24/7 y’know.
The reason why you guys fuck so often is cause Cat Villain! Reader being the menace they are only has to remind Jason that he died a virgin for you two to get down to business.
The Batboys are obsessed with proving themselves/ a point in general after all. So you often play them like a fiddle with just a few words.
Aside from that, a lot of your rooftop talks are you being snarky towards each other. Jason asking you to stop risking your life with heists and you vice versa with his vendetta.
Which usually leads to anger fucking but I digress.
You two often snack on the greasiest, unhealthy food while together.
Sometimes you spend hours talking about what he missed while he was gone. Of course he already knows everything. He kept tabs on you and whatnot. But hearing you speak gives him a sense of calm like no other.
Cuddling ftw. Jason adores enveloping you.
He likes doing stuff that proves that you exist?? Like that you’re next to him. That both of you are alive in that moment.
“‘M sleepy.” Your eyelids were beyond heavy at that point. Jason wanted you to be up for every single round, and it seemed like his stamina was endless.
Usually you’d pass out and he’d just continue getting off using you but that night he gave you a challenge. Something about wanting to see the way your pretty eyes as he ruined your insides.
“Too much action for you tonight, kit?”
“Mhm.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.” He shifted your body in a more secure position, wrapping his large arms around your form.
“Promise me you won’t disappear?”
“I’m here always.” He let out a deep breath.
As soon as he made sure you were out cold he continued,
“Not even death will keep me away from you, baby.”
☁️ . . . w/ Timsies Whimsies
Most of your hang outs are spent indoors
Otherwise it’d be you hovering over his shoulders as he works on his projects.
Most of your rooftop times with Tim are spent in silence, playing video games, or board games.
Sometimes you two would spend hours playing and voicing cheesy dating sims.
But sometimes you use the time to get him to sleep.
You two are very much opposites when it comes to sleep times. Like if we go full on cat mode here, you prolly sleep off like 70% of your life.
I really shouldn’t be writing this while I’m sleepy as hell shouldn’t I?
Tim had never slept so well in his entire life.
All he remembered before being lulled into dreamland was you singing, patting him on the head, and some laughter before everything went dark.
But now he wishes he never slept at all.
“Is this . . . an edit of us a kids—“
Tim slammed his laptop shut so hard he’s pretty sure he’d broken it.
You looked at him incredulously. How long had you been snooping through his stuff? How did you even manage to unlock it? He made sure it was inaccessible even to Bruce.
“I . . . I read this one fanfic . . . that we met as kids and grew up together.” He confessed.
Yes, Tim gets brainrots over [Cat Villain Name] x Reader / Red Robin fanfics. Could you blame him?
“Honestly that’s pretty cute and wholesome. The other things you have there on the other hand . . . “
“I’ll pay for all of your boba expenses for a year if you forget about this.”
“A decade and I’ll never look through your shit again.”
“Deal.”
☁️ . . . w/ Damie Baby
Up until recently your rooftop meetings have been an even more snarky version of Jason’s with less hatefucking more … hating.
While Dick is more extravagant with how he shows off. Damian is more on the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about I’m just this awesome’ side of the spectrum.
It took him a while to finally figure out that you being a menace is more of a facade if anything
And boy did it make him get a romantic boner when he found out
Like it went from you teasing him to hell and back to him turning the tables
“Wow, ain’t it past your bedtime, Damie?”
“Not my fault I can’t get a wink of sleep without you beside me.”
“. . .Ah.”
Aside from that you like roping him into playing games and basically all the things he missed out on being trained to be as an assassin.
He in turn does more traditional courting methods on you. Like buying you flowers, having slow dances.
Sometimes you do each other’s henna.
(He definitely is smug about it when other members of the batfam ask)
He often scolds you about reading so much late into the night…and insists he reads everything for you while you sit prettily on his lap
His favorite activity is running his hands through your hair as you lay your head on his lap while he dictates a book out loud. Usually it’s non fiction so that A) you’d sleep faster, and B) he gets his readings for uni in.
☁️ . . . w/ Bruce ig
“Hey, loser.” You purred, appearing from the underneath Batman’s cape.
Without a beat, he replied, “[Cat Villain Name].” and nothing else. He does not move. Doesn’t even make an attempt to seem affected by your antics.
“Awe, I missed you too!” You hugged him tightly and gave a pat for measure.
You were about to let when you felt a weight atop your head.
He was… giving you a headpat? Albeit awkwardly.“Who are you and what did you do to—“
“Treat them well.”
And he disappears.
Hey, wasn’t that your move?
In anycase,
It’s about time that Bruce learnt,
if you can’t beat em, join em.
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on the flip side (twst bully!au) pt 3
here we are, the long-awaited (it was literally like 1 day) part 3!! i wanted to declare on one of the actual chapters since those get seen by the most people that I DID NOT MAKE THIS AU, credit i believe goes to @azulsluver. i swear i don't hate you guys, leaving everything on a cliffhanger, but the good news is i have a lot of time on my hands due to chronic illness so i can update super often. also i gave up on the purple theme on posts bc tumblr hates me and always leaves the end of the word count black.
part 1 part 2
genre: gn reader, angst
trigger warnings: bullying, mild yandere (will be escalating throughout the series, but no non-con)
word count: 1246
You couldn’t really afford to space out and think about it though, not when he was right in front of you. Riddle tapped his foot impatiently, clearly irate at your lack of response. “Well?” He asked. “Do you not even have anything to say in your defense?”
Oh dear. However were you supposed to get rid of him when he was so intent on getting some sort of answer out of you? You had no idea what he wanted! He was more difficult to threaten, too, since you’d made up your mind that you didn’t want to be like your tormentors and completely ruin others’ lives. No, your end goal was just to make them leave you alone. After everything you’d been through, you really didn’t want to see them again.
It might seem strange to some people, that you weren’t dead set on destroying any semblance of normalcy they once had. You had all the ammunition you needed, of course. The Overblot victims would be the easiest to topple, considering what they’d done in and leading up to that state. But you didn’t think you were a particularly vengeful person; at least, you didn’t want to be. Crowley had always said that you must��ve been sent here to get his precious students to work together, so clearly you weren’t like them.
“I never asked for this, Riddle. Any of this. So if you think somewhere in your fucked-up mentality that you’re doing me some sort of favor, you’re dead wrong,” you intoned. Indeed, even though you just wanted them gone, you missed the days when you were all friends. Back when you thought everyone had your back no matter what. Oh, if only you knew what they’d do for you. It wouldn’t be hard at all to push some of the more unstable students over the edge. Those who felt they didn’t have anyone else. Much like a certain dragon fae who never did seem to get invited to things.
Riddle looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, he was drenched by a great torrential rain. Where did that come from? Didn’t the forecast say it was supposed to be clear skies and sunny for the rest of the week? Your question was soon answered, as you had two more visitors.
“Silver? Sebek? What brings you here?” You inquired, not at all amused. When those two showed up at the same time, it could only mean one thing, and it wasn’t good. Riddle looked like he had caught on as well, since he stepped in front of you, as if that would do any good.
“LORD MALLEUS REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE!!” Sebek boomed. You’d made progress on his volume in the past, so you were sure he did it just to annoy you. Silver just stared. He always stared, you felt like. Sometimes you swore you could feel his eyes on you even when he was nowhere to be found.
“Oh, gee, I wonder what that’s about,” you snarked. “Poor little princey-poo doesn’t want his embarrassing little secrets getting out? Well you can tell him to fuck off.” You must’ve been feeling especially brave, since normally you knew that defying Malleus Draconia was as good as a death sentence. He wasn’t even that bad, compared to some of the others. He just… locked you in his room and made you listen to him talk, with no room to get a word in edgewise. He’d go on and on about one thing or another for HOURS, with no regard for your schedule or your bodily needs. Clearly fae had a different sense of time than most.
It was the loss of control over your own life that you hated; that, and that if he really still considered you a friend, he never bothered to do anything about your bullies. You knew he was more than capable; you’d witnessed his strength firsthand on multiple occasions. You didn’t know what his endgame was, and frankly you were too scared to find out. He could trap you there forever and you wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it.
Sebek was not amused. He raised an arm, likely to strike you, but Silver placed a hand on it, effectively stopping him. “Don’t. You wouldn’t want Lord Malleus to see a bruise on them,” he reasoned. You didn’t get it. Since when would he care? Sebek roughly shoved Riddle out of the way, despite all his objections, and nonchalantly slung you over his shoulder.
“What the hell?!” You screeched, pounding your fists on his back. “Put me down! I’m not going!” You weren’t sure why you were objecting so vehemently; this time wasn’t any different than the others. But something about the dark gray clouds pouring rain on what should’ve been a lovely day just told you that this was not going to be good.
But alas, your plight was ignored. The three of you made your way to Diasomnia in silence. No one bothered to stop and stare in the halls, as you being carried off by people was somewhat of a normal occurrence. You could swear Savannahclaw and Diasomnia even had some sort of twisted capture-the-flag game going, for whatever reason.
When you entered the gothic-style castle, you were greeted by none other than Lilia. Much like Malleus, he’d never bothered you too terribly, only engaging in less-than-welcome pranks. You knew he was far older than he let on, so you supposed he didn’t see the point in such childish endeavors. There was, however, one thing you feared about the man: his cooking, which he tried to shove down your throat at every opportunity. How Silver grew up healthy you’d never know.
And so, of course, you were greeted by a plate of… well, goop, to put it nicely. “Here, have a seat, dear, I made lasagna,” Lilia offered with what you assumed was supposed to be a warm smile. To you in that moment, with the fumes starting to reach your nose, it looked like a shit-eating grin.
“I’ll pass, thanks. That is to say, I’d rather die than eat that shit, because it looks and smells like it’ll send me straight to hell,” you deadpanned. Sebek let out an unholy screech and started ranting about how dare you refuse Lord Lilia, even though you knew he wouldn’t want to eat it either. You did your best to tune him out. Silver looked relieved, surprisingly enough. You supposed he was able to empathize since he grew up eating the stuff.
Luckily for you, Lilia just sighed and walked off, taking his culinary abomination with him. The three of you who remained shared a look. “How are you still alive after all these years?” You asked Silver. He shrugged. If even he didn’t know, you’d just call it a miracle.
“SILVER, QUIT FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY! LORD MALLEUS IS WAITING!” Sebek practically screamed in your ear. You really wished he would stop doing that. But you had more important things to worry about, like your impending death by dragon fae. Once you arrived at Malleus’s room, Sebek set you down and pushed you inside. You heard the lock click behind you. You gulped, feeling the pressure of being alone in a room with a presumably angry and very powerful mage. You looked up to see a pair of emerald eyes staring you down. Oh boy, this was not going to be fun.
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Reviewing tgcf characters because I have thoughts
I finished S2 recently and I need somewhere to put my not exactly hot but like warm (?) takes because it's taking up too much storage space in my brain.
🤍 Xie Lian 🤍
It's a good thing I'm not into guys because if I was I would be on my knees for this man in every sense of that expression and his pet menace to society would mince me up like garlic.
So I'll try to be brief about my overflowing feelings about him. Xie Lian is the best main character I have come across in a WHILE. He's the embodiment of compassion and kindness. And also a cold blooded murderer. A babygirl. A father figure. A terrifying martial god. A silly little guy. A pathological liar. The most genuine man you'll ever meet. He's everything, and Hua Cheng is 100% valid in his obsession. I'm right there with him.
Rating: 10/10
❤️ Hua Cheng ❤️
Idk if we ever figured out who wrote My Immortal but I'm pretty sure we have our culprit.
"Hi my name is Hua Cheng Crimson Rain Sought Flower Red-Robed Ghost King and this is my evil weapon of death E-ming. I've killed soooo many gods with it!! My dark power is I can summon storms of BLOOD and SUFFERING. I have my own scary city of DEMONS and they all love me and think I'm HOT but I only want my BOYFRIEND who's the only REAL GOD so STOP FLAMING HIM YOU POSERS-"
Needless to say I love him. Being the 8 time winner of the Loverboy of the Century Awards with unbeatable records in the yearning olympics is truly a remarkable feat.
Rating: 9/10
(Bonus: E-ming. Cute little guy. Likes his stepdad more than his real dad. Not afraid to show it's feelings even if it makes it look like a muppet, 10/10)
🧡 Feng Xin & Mu Qing 🧡
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum gets a shared rating because they would hate to be grouped together like that and that's funny to me. Their dynamic is great, they're good characters, I wasn't sure which one was which until midway through the second season. But then also I have a pair of 7yo twin cousins who I still can't tell apart despite them not looking even a slight bit similar so that might just be a character flaw on my end. Oops.
Rating: 7/10
🩵Shi Qingxuan🩵
I'm doubling the rating because she is best boy and best girl at the same time. I love that I can use any and all pronouns for him because he's literally a pride parade personified and therefore all of them are correct. You don't get that type of chaotic fun just anywhere.
He is truly living my dream, presenting as whatever gender they want depending on what's more convenient and/or funnier in the moment. Super useful, for things like gathering intel and terrorizing Feng Xin by being a woman.
And I personally think we should crown her the new emperor. She'd look significantly better on that throne, with her Barbie-like radiance and flourishing Kenergy.
Rating: 20/10
🖤 Ming Yi 🖤
Listen, I hate to say it because I like a sunshine x grump moment as much as the next gay but he's just... not giving what he thinks he's giving. Everyone is whispering ominously about him having some dark devastating secret but MY point is no matter how big his boobs are in his female form, Shi Qingxuan could do better. I'm sorry. She really could.
Rating: 4/10
💙 Lang Qianqiu 💙
Just an honest man with good intentions and a sickass fucking sword. He did NOT hesitate to attack the infamous Crimson Rain Sought Flower on SIGHT and I respect a quick decisionmaker, even if it shows some himbo tendencies. He also has the same distinct energy as Fred from Scooby Doo.
Rating: 6/10
💚 Qi Rong 💚
He's got some odd dietary and moral choices going on. Definitely. But he's just such a fun villain!!! Being Xie Lian's nr 1 source of migraines SHOULD make me like him less but I'm sorry, every time he was on screen I was LIVING. He would do numbers on reality TV. Someone put this guy on Kitchen Nightmares, I need to see him 1v1 Gordon Ramsay.
Rating: 7/10
🌚 Jun Wu 🌚
He has his emperor status & DILF card going for him but something about this man just ain't right. If he came to a party I was attending I would cover my drink is all I'm saying.
Rating: 2/10
🔥Pei Ming🔥
I don't know much about him besides he had that one shady empolyee or whatever (could not hear the plot over the deafening sound of Hua Cheng's yearning) but I'm partial to a good manwhore character. The thought of people praying to him like "Hugh Mungus, who art in heaven-" really tickles me.
I know he's probably straight but I headcanon him as at the very least bi-curious because you can't be that hot with that much game and not use it for evil. (That evil being causing large scale gay awakenings among his soldiers.)
Rating: 7/10
❓Pei Xiu❓
Unreliable, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed.
I remember not a singular thing about him besides fucking up Xie Lian's daughter's life and also being on my last nerve from the jump. If you're going to be evil at like least be memorable about it, you know? You can't be a bad person and a bad character at the same time. Pick a struggle.
Rating: 1/10
📚 Ling Wen 📚
I heard she committed some war crimes but honestly if I had to do an entire realm's tax returns by myself AND teach Pei Ming how to read (I refuse to believe that man is literate, just look at him) I would want to rage on occasion too. I hope she has a hot wife waiting for her at home to give her massages after carrying the whole system on her back all day. It's what she deserves.
Rating: 8/10
Thank you for reading!! Opinions might change once I read the books but as of now this is it. Remembering everyone's names has been a journey and a half so this post is sponsored by @kirstenly 's character cheat sheet go look at it! and everything else too!!!
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TABLE FOR ONE... OR THREE
a litte Vash x Fem! reader fic I made while I was in the middle of waiting tables as work. got a little baby fever for Vash so please treat this fic with care.
!!TW!! mentions of Pregnancy!
Soft drops of rain and a barely noticeable background music were the only ones accompanying you as you continue to polish highball glasses and coffee mugs. It was an awfully bleak and uneventful week at the Café yet it was not a problem for you in the slightest. In fact, it was a godsent chance for you to be left with your own thoughts and enjoy the peaceful solitude of it all. What’s even better is that you’d only have an hour left till you flip the sign closed. These past few days, the rain hasn’t stopped since the day before. According to the recent broadcast, this weather will continue till about next week which to you was all the better for a news because with it, means less customers to deal with, in turn, less work on your plate. Just the thought of a relaxing week made you heave a small sight of contentment and unconsciously pulled your shawl better up your shoulders.
The door to the café chimes open, indicating a customer had arrived. Your shoulders slumped a bit but you quickly set them square again and wore your best smile. ‘I guess one more customer won’t hurt.’ You inwardly thought.
“good evening! How may I help-“
For a moment, you felt your hearth leap to your throat and your fingers ran cold.
Just standing by the door way, stood a tall man clad in red, with a mop of golden locks atop his head. You know that face all too well. The face that you promised yourself you'd smack when you see it.
" uh..." the man hesitated, already sensing your white-hot rage from across the room "t-table for one please?"
It took only but a few wide strides to get to him, not wasting time and threw the first hand you were able to followed by another one and then another with quick succession. None of which ever connected to their target, of course, you knew how good he was with dodging any forms of danger. The thought just flew over your head at that moment. You did promise to hit him but you never said you'd be confident enough to land a single one on him. All you could do was scream, - partly because of humiliation and the other in great loathing-
"the FUCKING AUDACITY you have to show up here again with that stupid smile on your face you FUCKING bastard!"
Vash cough both of your wrists mostly to keep you from doing more harm to yourself than it would on him. Still not satisfied, you resort to kick his shins but that too, was swiftly avoided. (God knows how he managed to) Eventually, Vash had to restrain you by incasing you in an embrace. "I missed you too, Mayfly." he sighed.
"shut the fuck up and let me go, you asshole" you hissed and a bit out of breath. You hate to admit it but you missed his scent, the faint smell of a rainy musky undertone with a hint of... Iron?
Vash notices and pulled you back to check on you but before he could comment on it, you shoved him off of you and fixed your shawl back on your small form. You used to love how quick he was to notice the smallest discomforts you might have but right now, all you ever felt was hate. You knew what you were signing up for but you couldn't just forgive him for what he did to you a few months ago; disappearing on you in that state without even leaving a simple goodbye note. That particular day still hurt like a fresh bullet wound to you.
"what are you doing back here?"
"I happen to be close by so I thought I'd pay a visit." he sheepishly laughed, completely ignoring the fact you were so close to breaking his bones. You scoffed at his pathetic excuse and waved him off.
"well then, hi, and goodbye." you turned to return to the bar counter to start hanging up the closed sign. "Now get out of my sight before I plant some bullets in your head." you warned.
"Hey now, come on Mayfly-look, I'm sorry, okay? But I really need a -ACK! " Vash hissed in pain, and you immediately stopped in your tracks. You turned back to look at him and hurriedly yanked his red jacket. On his side were two fresh wounds, one a clean shot through the side and the other a deep graze. You also found another wound, possibly made by a sharp object, on his chest. You spew a string of curses under your breath as you dragged Vash into the back in a panicked pace while Vash let out is own string of “ow's” in the process. He knew you were such a worry wart so he made another pathetic attempt to lighten up the mood; “Please handle me with care, doc.-" "shut up Stamped!" you hissed. You know you do hate him but it's not at all in your nature to wish death upon others. Especially not to Vash. He obliged after you snapped at him, but with the way you behaved, Vash wondered what the new change of demeanor was all about. Maybe it was because he left you all of a sudden when he promised you he'd stay? In his defense, he genuinely did. But with a bounty on his head and a reputation for hunters constantly nipping at his ankles, he can't risk getting you involved. But the way you’re acting right now is too different, like you changed so much in over just a few months. You seemed snappier than usual, maybe a bit hotter headed than normal. And this kind of worried him a bit. Has his absence really did that much damage to you?
You both spent the entire time in awkward silence but Vash decided to speak up after getting patched up. Specifically addressing the slight change of personality as of late. But you were too eager to not talk about it and tried to literally avoid the subject by abruptly getting up from your seat. Big mistake. The sudden motion caused you to be light-headed and lost your balance, luckily, Vash had always been quick on his feet and caught you before you hit yourself on something.
Your pride still getting the better of you, you shoved him away, not wanting to be touched by him any more than he already had. This caused your shawl to get caught on his mechanical arm, yanking it off from your shoulders. Vash froze in place. Realizing the turn of events, you couldn’t do much else other than avoiding eye contact.
You held your belly in a pathetic attempt to hide the little bump you’re carrying.
"how... How old is it?" Vash squeaked; eyes glued on your belly.
"... A couple of months." you answered reluctantly. He was too silent after that. You didn't know what was going on in his head. Not when you can't see his face. Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet his but as you did, all you saw was... Pain? You weren't sure anymore but you could have sworn you saw it, just a tiny glimpse and it was gone, replaced by a congratulatory smile that was obviously forced out. Something Vash had been so bad at doing since forever that the sight of it made your chest ache.
"My God, congrats Y/N! Your husband sure is a lucky guy!“ Vash stepped back, his hand finding it's way to the nape of his neck. His voice broke on the last word, a sure tell-tale sign that he was fighting back tears. But he was adamant to bury his heart in hopes that he wouldn't seem upset and an asshole for being bitter about an occasion where people are supposed to celebrate and welcome a new life. He forced out a laugh and added "Have... have you decided on a name ye-OW?!" you interrupted him with a boot finally connecting to his shin, causing him to double down
"god dammit Vash, were you really that drunk that night? IT'S YOURS, YOU STUPID PLANT!"
Your face was flushed red with annoyance, tears threatening to roll down from your face. After all, it was the truth. It was why you were seething with hate when he left you. As a plant he told you that there was no way he could reproduce with a human; That it would take an impossible miracle for a plant and a human to conceive a child.
It wouldn't have been a problem for you when he left, but when you found out you were with child, you felt betrayed. That you were taken advantage of and used. That was why you made a promise to yourself to forget about the man that you thought had loved you and commit to you with no strings attached. That you would raise this child without mentioning a single word about the bastard that left you. But Vash is here. He is in front of you, and within the deepest depths of your core, you have the smallest hoped that he would stay this time. You wouldn’t force him if he doesn’t want the baby… it would hurt you, sure, but he’s the humanoid typhoon, he should always be on the run. What other choice do you have?
For what felt like forever, Vash had barely spoken a word since you broke the news to him. You were dying to know what was in his mind, spare yourself the agony of forever wondering what he was thinking.
“then…” it was barely a whisper but you managed to catch on it and looked up to him.
“then… can I?” he continued, hand slowly raising to touch your belly. You hesitated, but eventually dropped the arm you were using to block your belly. Vash took this as granting him permission and slowly knelt before you; eye-level with the baby inside. His touch was feather-like, as if he’d break you and the child if held both of you the wrong way. His palms were warm and you swore, if you held your breath long enough, you could catch his hand trembling very faintly. He took a deep breath and placed his forehead gently on your belly.
Just before you could ask what he was doing, you felt a faint flow of a peculiar sensation within you. It wasn’t anything you had felt before but it wasn’t anything akin to pain either. Just calm…or at peace? Definitely something you cannot describe in words. Then you witnessed something you’ve never seen happen to Vash even for as long as you’ve known him and his true being.
Before you, Vash’s skin was etched with a soft blue glow of what looked like the same markings that plants would have. From his forehead to his cheeks and jaw, down to his chin and neck. Soon, the same markings are present on your stomach even strangely so, you can see a silhouette of a child floating inside your womb, as if you became a transparent vessel for the child you carry. It too adorned the same markings as him. The whole site was beyond beautiful -ethereal even- that it could possibly haunt your dreams or even for the rest of your waking days. Yet despite the barrage of overwhelming emotions, all you could think about is how you felt nothing but relief and gratefulness.
Seeing the baby’s response to its father’s greeting Vash choked down the forming lump in his throat, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, his smile a mix of fear and hope. Vash’s voice managed to croak out only but a few words:
“hey there, little guy.”
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#vash x reader#vash the stampede#Trigunstampede#babyfever and Vash#baby fever#Vash#Trigun stampere fanfic
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I See You ❙ G1 Soundwave x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+
Word count: 2900+
Warnings: Smut ( touching and spike penatration ) some violence, angst, some depression, stalking, small possessive behaviour, stockholm syndrome and robot x human. NSFW 18+.
Notes: This took a completely different turn but I'm satsified with the results. Thank you @lonetile for your request it was a great project.
I'd like just to point out something. I've added stockholm into the warnings just to be safe. The reader wasn't harmed by canon and nothing was forced upon her. Also to add, Soundwave is using 'Mass Displacement' in this story for the smutty part.
Hope you all enjoy. 🥰
The moment it starts raining you start to consider the possibility that the universe hates you. Of course it has to start raining on the day your car decides to die on you, and the cost to fix it was going to be the price of a whole new car. Not worth it.
You walked to work that morning when it's all sunny and clear sky, and you did think that maybe the universe is giving you a break. But no, that isn't the case.
When your shift ends it's dark, late, and heavily pouring down, the thunder rumbling above as you wait under a bus shelter to see if it might stop, which it doesn't.
Fuck you you thought.
You decide to let the rain drenched you, to ruin your already miserable mood and shitty evening and just try to get home on foot.
Why you? You are but a simple woman, trying to live her life and get by. It seems things are just going wrong for you no matter what you do or decide, and on top of all that you've got an alien robot stalker.
That's right. Out of every human on this planet, you're hand picked to be the one that is stalked no matter where you go. There have been close encounters but never any harmful attempts.
Soundwave does have a strange obsession with you. He sends either Lazerbeak or Ravage to spy on you, constantly watching your every move. You will find random little gift boxes outside your home left by him. All containing either expensive jewellery or dresses, which you'll admit to yourself were pretty, but you refused to accept.
What Soundwave is doing is creepy and he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. He's probably watching you right now, but the rain and shitty night was enough of a distraction.
Warm tears stream down your face, mixing in with the cold rain as your shoes are soaking wet as you walk down against the wet pathway. You are so distracted in your misery you don't hear the steps coming up behind.
You're suddenly grabbed and shoved against the wall, causing a pained help to leave you. It's a man, but he's wearing a hoodie across his head, shadowing his face.
"Give me your bag! NOW!" He shouts, knife in hand as he threatens you with it. Not waiting for your answer he grabs at it, but you tug back refusing to let it go.
"No!" You can only yell back, and it becomes a tug game between you two. "Leave me alone!"
"Dumb bitch! The man shouts before backhanding you harshly, sending you falling onto the hard path. You hold on, your bag is gone, and you think the man has taken off now, but he didn't.
"What the-FUCK! Get off me!" The man now starts shouting, his pained screams and animal like growls and hisses is all you can hear.
You don't see any of it with your head hitting the hard ground and sending you into a daze. You can only slowly push yourself up under your shaky arms, sobbing silently.
It grows silent and the man manages to run away, your bag dropped right in front of you on the ground.
Your sobs start to escape your quivering lips. Your head and face is throbbing as you struggle to push yourself up. There's a shadow over you, the growls of an animal turning into purrs before feeling a cold touch against your shoulder.
Managing to turn your head you're faced with the familaur decepticon symbol and the red optics down at your level.
"Ravage?" You manage to say their name through a whimper.
The creature had been hiding in your bag, not the first time either. You remember you kind of freaked out when you first discovered you were being watched and followed, then it became so regular that you simply got used to it.
Ravage had orders to watch and protect you. When that man hurt you she acted. Pathetic human probably soiled themselves.
She comes closer towards you and nuzzles her muzzle against your face before licking your wound against your head, a way to comfort you.
You can only let out a soft gasp from the contact before pushing yourself up further from the ground and sat down with your back leaning against the wall. What a fucking night this turned out to be for you.
Ravage again nuzzles into your side and lets out a warm purr against you. Your shaky hand touches their head as a way to pet them, and she leans into your touches. This is a side you've never seen before, a tender Ravage acting like a purring house cat.
"You saved me." You manage to whisper gently between your choked sobs. "Thank you."
All you can do is hug Ravage and she didn't seem to mind, letting out more warm purrs that vibrate against her skin.
The storm above continues and shows no sign of settling down anytime soon. You hated it. You hated your life. You are so alone without anyone. No, not entirely true.
"Take me to Soundwave." You hear yourself whisper to Ravage, her helm perking up as you say this. "Please."
You don't care how, if Ravage might take you to him or bring him to you. All that matters was you needed to be with someone.
Ravage's optics flicker before she starts nuzzling into you again and placing her helm in your lap and laying down. Well, she's staying with you at least. She must've summoned her master silently.
The rain continues, of course it does, but you didn't feel completely alone with Ravage at your side. Luckily it didn't take long for a large shadow to loom over you, causing you to open your eyes and look up at the familiar figure of Soundwave.
He kneels down closer towards you and you can't help but feel your heart flutter. You're happy to see him. Should you be? Perhaps not, but you don't care.
"Ravage: Return." Soundwave's command was simply as you watch the feline transform back into her master.
You watch as hsi servo moves towards you before his digit gently grazing over your cheek, the side that wasn't sore, and your response is to lean into his touch and savour the affection he is giving you.
"Y/N." He says your name, plainly, but you watch as his visor flickers fondly down at you.
"Soundwave." You return saying his name back, teary eyes staring up at him. "Take me away from here, please." You can only manage to say to him.
He silently nods before gently scooping you up in the palm of his servo. Being lifted up did give you a bit of a head spin but this stops when he holds you close to him.
You can feel the radiating warmth through his metal, the sound of his gears that sound like purrs vibrating against your skin making you hum gently back in return.
"Oberation: Bring y/n home."
You don't know if that means your home and his home but you don't care. All that matters is that you feel safe, and that's all you need to help you slowly drift into a sleep.
When you wake up again you realise you're not in your home, but what you can only guess is the decepticons base. The softness you lay upon is nothing like anything you've felt before, so soft, silky and warm.
Sitting up you take in your surroundings and notice you're dry, wounds treated, and you wear a sky blue floral dress with puffy sleeves. Soundwave's choosing you assume, since it looks like some of the dresses he had already left for you before.
The room is small but beautifully decorated, illuminating white and blue lighting dimming around every edge with a crystal like curtain at the entrance.
Your bare feet touching the cool floor before walking over towards it, gently peeling open the delicate curtain and poking your head out to see what looks more like a room made for a transformer with a large console.
It seems he made this smaller room just for you on top of a bench top. Was he planning on bringing you here? You should feel horrified but you don't, instead you feel flattered? At least he cares you silently tells yourself. It's not like anyone else cares.
"Y/N." Hearing your name you let out a gasp only to relax quickly when you see it's only Soundwave. Guess you weren't afraid of him anymore.
"Hi." You manage to say weakly, wiping the sleep from your eyes and to clear your vision. "Was I asleep long?"
"Affirmative." He answers before leaning closer, arm hovering over as he what looks like doing a scan over you. "Body temperature has improved. Visible wounds heal over time. Negative internal damage. Query: How do you feel?"
You manage to give a soft smile. "I'm alright..."
He was quiet for a moment. "Query: How are you emotionally?" His question did surprise you a little. Is there a difference between feeling and emotions?
"I...I'm not sure." You answer honestly, not really sure what the right answer to that was. "A lot has happened."
"Affirmative." Is his response.
What is to happen now?
"Um, thank you, for the dress, and for taking care of me." You found your voice strong enough to say this.
"Beautiful." You feel his large digit gently run across the side of her hair making you blush a little from his fondness.
After a short moment of silence you manage or break it.
"Can we spend time together?" You hear yourself ask him. Might as well get used to your new home, and to Soundwave.
You don't know what to expect but you didn't expect for Soundwave to suddenly shrink down to your size. Perhaps a little bigger, but human size without a doubt.
"Affirmative."
He offers you his servo which you take fondly before he leads you back into your decorated cube. Inside he sets on some soft music, one of your favourites. Guess he already knows a lot about you. The lights dim down and you look at Soundwave, eyes widening when you notice his face mask retracting revealing a white slender mouth.
You had no idea he could do that, but it does give you positive thoughts. One of them being that you can kiss him.
Stepping closer you raise your hand up to Soundwave's face where you ghostly touch his heat plating, exploring curiously. He lets out what sounds like a groan and leans into your touch fondly, his own servo coming up over your own.
It's his digits and your fingers that tangle together as if he was your romantic significant other. You then lean up on your toes, closing the distance and kissing him.
His lips weren't what you imagined. You expect them to be hard and cold, yet they were warm and soft, very pleasant against your own.
Leaning against his chassis you deepen the kiss between you two, opening your lips and feeling his glossa slowly slip into your mouth and run along with your own tongue.
The taste almost feels intoxicating, a drug that suddenly consumes your mind and craved more of. These feelings, desires, they suddenly perk up so quickly in such a short time yet you didn't care about this, you only care about seeking more from him.
You feel his servos running across your back, down to her ass and gips gently making you moan more against the intense kiss. He moves then back up over the puffy sleeves of your dress and slips them down, tugging the dress and letting it pool around your feet.
You're not shy at all, you want this just as much as he does.
Moving back towards the bed he sits down, tugging you into his lap and moving back against the bed as it creaks under his weight and presses his back against the wall with you still straddling him.
Your kisses grew more desperate, hungry for more. You couldn't get enough. Your breasts press up against him, perky nipples swollen hard as his servos roam skillfully against your sensitive skin.
Soundwave moves from your lips, making you pout, but is soon followed by a moan as you feel him at your neck. He kisses your skin and licks hard with his glossa, dentas gently biting as if he wants to mark you.
You're fine with that.
Letting out another moan of pleasure you find yourself grinding down against Soundwave, feeling his heated pannel against your bare mound and clit skipping across him, sending jolts of desire through your growing arousal.
You want to fuck him.
"Soundwave, please." You plead as you hump against him, whimpering as you feel his digits dig into your hips, holding you as you rock against him. "I want you to fill me."
You can feel him shiver hearing your words. There's a sound below you, and before you can look you feel something thick and long rising up against your belly.
You only guessed he was already big, but not this thick! You can't help but gasp from the sight of him, so beautiful and throbbing, aching for attention.
Moving your hand you give his cable a few gentle pumps, looking into his long visor as it flashes brightly as he moans, and that's when you notice small dimmed orbs behind the visor. He has optics?
You did wonder if the visor could retract like his mouth guard, but this question does vanish quickly when you feel his digit entering your core and stretching your already wet depths.
You can't help but hump his servo gently, riding his digit as you pump his thick cable in your palm, letting out heated moans into the air with your arms wrapped around his neck.
Soundwave couldn't wait anymore and removes his digit from you, another pout visible, only to be replaced with a surprised gasp when you feel him suddenly position himself and have you sink down on his throbbing cable.
His thickness stretches you, a little painfully, since you've never had another quite this big before. He senses this and stops, using his servos to gently rub against your body as if he was trying to sooth you and give you time to adjust around him.
You reward him with a loving kiss, silently thanking him for giving her a moment before you push down all the way on him. His entire length is in you and you feel every pulse of his rigid cable along your depths.
Keeping a balance you place your hands over his shoulder plating and slowly rising up, gasping as you feel everything before sinking down again, keeping a slowly rhythm as your ride his cable.
Soundwave moves his servos across your ass, gently holding and guiding you against him, face buried against your breasts as he kisses and licks at them, enjoying the way you rub and arch against him.
Moving into a better angle your clit grinds into his heated plating as you rock you waist, swirling skillfully so you can feel every ridge and pulse right against your g-spot, clenching around him as you let out heated pants and lingering moans.
Hearing his moans increase only sent shivers through your quivering body, servo and digts holding into your skin as he leaves hickeys all over your breasts, his hips moving up into you in sync with your own movements.
This should be wrong, but nothing felt wrong. In fact it felt completely right as if it was meant to happen. Perhaps it was, and that's all you need to tell yourself to keep going, no doubt and embracing the growing pleasure that builds between you two.
You knew you won't last too much longer like this, but also knew you'll both have plenty of chances to explore and fuck one another. You doubt you'll be leaving Soundwave, because you don't want to.
"Soundwave, Soundwave...." You chant his name as you feel yourself tightening around his tick cable, a burning desire that's about to erupt in you.
"Y/N." He repeats your name, his heated plating growing hotter against you, vibrations coming from him that shakes through your body, bringing you closer to the edge. "Mine."
"Yours." You can only answer back, grinding and humping him harder before you allow yourself to fall apart and cum around him, still moving to help bring him closer.
This doesn't go on too much longer as he suddenly thrusts up into you firmly a couple of times before you feel his fluids soak your twitching depths. He stills but lingers within, holding you as you both savour the intense orgasm you both share.
You feel some of his fluids leak out as if your body wasn't able to hold onto it, mixed with your own juices as you keep yourself settled on him, tired whimpers escaping from you as you shift your hips a little, teasing him further. He likes it.
After a time he moves himself, removing from you and you feel so empty with him. He lays down and lays you with him, tugging the silk sheet up across your body and making sure you are comfortable.
He'll always take care of you.
Shifting closer I nuzzle your face into Soundwave's neck with your arms wrapping fondly around him, holding him. You never wanted to let go.
"You're safe." Soundwave whispers as his digits ghostly brush over your shoulder and arm.
"Thank you." You whisper back before falling into a deep sleep, feeling more safety and love like never before.
#transformers#soundwave#g1#fanfiction#writing#reader insert#soundwave x reader#angst#smut#robot x human#possessive#stockholm#obsession#sugarrusheag
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different | kent johnson
"maybe this time it'll be different..."
kent johnson x hughes!sister
summary: when kent arrives to the lake house two years after breaking up with y/n hughes, he has so much more planned than wakeboarding with the boys-- he's going to get her back.
warning(s): cursing
a/n: i remembered someone requesting a kj fic so here we are!! it's my first one! so! try not to hate it too much! LOL
Kent hadn’t anticipated coming to the lake house like this: sopping wet from the rain that only seemed to pour when Kent arrived since all the days leading up to this were sunny skies with a chance of nothing– absolutely zero rain, except for the day he showed up. Great.
And to make matters even worse, he hadn’t even been invited to the lake house, turning up unannounced. Luke and the rest of the Hughes’ cut contact with Kent after his and Y/N’s breakup. I mean, he didn’t expect them to take his side or feel some sort of sympathy for him, but he also didn’t know he was gonna lose everyone because of it.
Luke Hughes had invited Kent to the lake house every summer since meeting him, claiming him as the “cool older brother he never had.” (Jack and Quinn had of course taken offense from that, but he was right. Kent was cool.) But when Kent broke up with Y/N after the 2021 draft, making up the excuse of not wanting to “drag her along” while he was busy in the NHL, Luke couldn’t help but be there for his sister. At first, he hadn’t taken sides. Luke wasn’t a part of the relationship, so obviously their friendship would be fine— but once he heard how hurt and worthless she felt, he couldn’t be friends with him. He would never be friends with a person that could make his sister feel that bad about herself.
For months, she wondered what she could’ve possibly done to make him walk out like that, especially on a day that was supposed to be so special. Maybe… maybe she was just a thing to pass the time with until his life really began. She wasn’t meant to be in his life, not the life he planned at least, she was just something that happened— and apparently he wasn’t one for spontaneity.
Until now. As he stands at the door of the Hughes family’s summer home, the memories of spending warm July nights huddled around the small table that sat on the front porch, littered with beer bottles and red solo cups, flooding back to him. Y/N sitting comfortably on his lap, her brothers making gagging noises every time they kissed, his UMich teammates picking her up and running through the house to the backyard, throwing Y/N into the pool and pushing Kent in with her.
They don’t even text him anymore. And he thought that losing them would’ve been the worst part, but they weren’t the people that he told everything to; what he was feeling; how anxious he felt about the future; how excited he was after scoring his first goal at Yost. his frustration over his terrible gameplay the month before the draft, fearing that none of the teams would draft him if they saw how he was playing then. That was all Y/N— and he blew it.
He wasn’t even thinking, he didn’t know what to say, his actions spoke before him as he knocked on the door, hearing the loud chatter on the other side come to a halt. And before he knew it, he was face-to-face with his old teammate, Luke.
Stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind him, Luke’s face couldn’t be mistaken for anything but anger.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Luke spat.
Kent wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but he also wasn’t expecting a full on war the minute he knocked on the door. He really should’ve thought out his words on the way here.
“I know that everyone in that house hates me,” Luke scoffed, muttering something under his breath as Kent cautiously continued. “But I need to talk to Y/N. I fucked up, I know, and it’s too late, but please. I just need to see her.”
“Even if I told her you were here, I don’t think she’d even want to talk to you.”
Ouch.
“I know you’ll never forgive me for what I did to your sister, and I have no excuse for that, but just— give me one last chance with her. I just want to talk.”
Luke stood there, processing it all. He hated Kent for what he had done. None of the other boys were there to hold Y/N when she would fall asleep with tears in her eyes, they weren’t there when she would stumble into his bed late at night because she didn’t trust herself to be alone in her room, they weren’t there to hear her beat up herself for what had happened, thinking that this whole thing was her fault, that she could’ve prevented this from happening if she was just… better.
But he also remembered how happy Kent made her feel when they were together.
So he gave him a chance. One singular chance.
“Y/N,” Kent froze upon seeing her. She looked so different, yet so the same. She wore her hair down now instead of in messy buns or high ponies, she was taller, and her baby face was gone, her cheeks growing a bit slimmer. She still had that rosy pink complexion that she always carried around with her and she still wore the silver charm bracelet she had when they were together. She was still so beautiful, if not more than when he last saw her.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, closing herself off to him. She looked hesitant, apprehensive. She had spent the first year after their breakup hoping that he would come back and tell her that it was all a big mistake, that he didn’t mean to break up with her, that he was just overwhelmed, that he wanted her back. The second year, she accepted it; that he wasn’t coming back. So why was she feeling like nothing had changed, that all her progress meant nothing, that she would crumble and go back to the way it was that first year, hoping he’d make his way back to her, in her arms, on her lips, in her heart.
For him, she was a mess. That she never grew out of— as much as she wished she would.
“Why are you here, Kent?”
Hearing his full name come out of her mouth was like a dagger to his chest. But he did that. He ruined everything. Did he really have the right to feel bad for himself?
He licked his lips, trying to find his words. Any words, really. “I still care about you, Y/N/N. I never stopped.”
“So why did you throw it all away?” she asked, poking her finger at his chest. “And don’t give me the bullshit excuse of ‘dragging me along’ because you were three fucking hours away! That wouldn’t have changed anything!”
“I was stupid, okay!” he shouted back, his voice cracking. “I was overwhelmed, and I was lost, and I knew I wouldn’t be enough for you, that I couldn’t be there, and be the person that you deserved.”
She scoffed, shaking her head. This is not how she thought seeing him again would go. “Did you think you couldn’t have told me? That I wouldn’t understand? We could’ve worked through it! We could’ve been together through it all! We could’ve seen if it really was gonna work or not! But you didn’t even want to give us a chance.”
Backing away, her hand fell from his chest, slipping to the door knob behind her. It’s like he was losing her all over again. He couldn’t let that happen, not again.
Holding onto her wrist, he felt her stop in her tracks. Maybe she was just waiting for the right words, and while he didn’t know what the right words were, he decided to jump off the deep end nonetheless.
“My biggest regret was walking away from you, Y/N. And I know this means nothing, that I put you through so much that you didn’t deserve, and you can hate me all you want, tell me to leave and I’ll go, but please— please just hear me out.”
Her forehead rested against the door. “Five minutes,” she mumbled before spinning around. “You have five minutes to talk.”
Kent didn’t waste a single second. “I’m still in love with you. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not, but you mean the world to me, Y/N, and I shouldn’t have let that go, let us go, let you go. And if you give me another chance,” she pulled her wrist away from him, his chest speeding up. Please don’t go. “I won’t make the same mistake again. And I know that you’re scared, that we might end up doing this whole shit storm all over again, and I can’t promise that we won’t, but if you just give me a chance, just one chance, maybe this time it’ll be different.”
Kent’s words hung in the air as Y/N stood there, listening to his earnest plea. The rush of memories and emotions hit her like a tidal wave. The wounds of their breakup were still there, scars etched into her skin, a reminder of him every time she went to Yost and he wasn’t there, or when she would stalk his Instagram, swearing to her friends that she would block him this time, yet she always failed.
She had spent so much time convincing herself that she was better off without him, that she could thrive on her own, but as he stood there, telling her the one thing she wished she heard from him years ago, that he still loved her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.
Her brows narrowed, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “Why should I believe you?”
“You can’t. But, Y/N, I have spent the past two years regretting everything, and wishing you were beside me. After my first game, I looked into the stands and when you weren’t there, I… I knew I fucked up, that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, that I’ve never been as happy as I was with you. And you can choose to not believe me when I say that I won’t walk out on us again, but please just think about it. Please.”
Y/N’s head was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was torn between the fear of getting hurt again and the desire to give him another chance. Kent’s sincerity was real and honest, but could she really trust him not to run away when things got tough?
“No more running away. No more not talking about things. If we want this to work, I need to trust you again.”
“I’m not leaving. It’s you, you’re all I need,” he said, laying his forehead against hers. “I’ll do my best to show you I’ve changed, just make me yours again.”
In that moment, with their hearts racing and their emotions raw, Y/N’s gaze locked onto Kent’s nervous eyes. There was a certain vulnerability in his expression that echoed her own, and her mind battled between caution and the undeniable pull she still felt towards him. She’d felt that pull the second she saw him on the porch. It wasn’t something that could just go away, and in that moment, she was grateful for that.
As Kent’s fingers gently brushed against her cheek, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. His touch was gentle, hesitant, as if he feared shattering the fragile bridge they were building between them.
Y/N’s breath caught as Kent’s lips descended upon hers, a soft press that held a world of unspoken promises. It was a tentative kiss, a meeting of lips that carried the weight of the aching past, the hope that they could fix what was broken, and the need for his lips since the moment they broke up.
The kiss deepened, a slow progression that was both hesitant and passionate. Kent’s arms encircled Y/N, pulling her closer as her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, her heart racing as she surrendered to the kiss, allowing herself to be enveloped by the flood of emotions that came with it.
Their lips moved against each other with a tender intensity, as if they were trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions that had accumulated during their time apart. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade, the rain stopped, the muffled voices on the other side of the door were gone— it was just them.
When they finally pulled away, their breaths were mingled, their foreheads resting against each other. Y/N’s eyes met Kent’s once again, and she could see the genuine regret and love he still had for her. She knew he hadn’t seen anyone for the past two years, Blanks liked to remind her of that everytime he tried to get them back together.
“I’m not leaving,” Kent whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. “I meant what I said, Y/N. You’re all I need, and I’m here to prove it. This time, it’ll be different.”
#kent johnson#columbus blue jackets#umich imagine#kent johnson x hughes!sister#kent johnson imagine#kent johnson imagines#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#hockey fic#different joshua bassett#joshua bassett
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Beautiful
(Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader)
Summary: Jason and his friends target Y/N over her weight, so Eddie finds his own way to show her how beautiful she is.
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: Angst, reader ashamed of her weight, low self-esteem, Eddie being a sweetheart, smut (p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk)
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Snuggling down into my pillow, I wiped my eyes with the now damp tissue, my soft sniffles drowning out the music playing quietly. I could hear the rain pounding against the window frame, the storm outside having intensified since I got home from school. A sob drifted from my throat. I really fucking hate that place.
Hawkins High was a great place to be, if you were a jock or a cheerleader. Everyone else just suffered in varying degrees of misery, counting down the days until they graduated so they could get the hell out of this godforsaken town.
I only have a few months left left until that day finally arrived, and I couldn’t fucking wait! The day I snatch that diploma from Principal Higgins’ hand, me and my boyfriend were out of there. I honestly couldn’t care less where we end up, so long as we’re together and away from the assholes that make up the ‘cool crowd’.
A soft tapping snapped me from my thoughts, and I looked around, trying to figure out where it had come from. Tap tap. I sat up, trying to focus my hearing, and realised it was coming from the window, behind my drawn curtains. I made my way slowly across to the window and threw the curtains open.
“What are you doing out here? You’re going to break your neck, and get me grounded,” I said, opening the sash window as quickly and quietly as I could. Sliding through the window head first, Eddie landed heavily in a heap on the floor. “Eds, please be quiet!” I hissed.
He jumped swiftly to his feet, shaking his arms as he tried to rid his jacket of the raindrops that had settled on the leather. He moved closer to me, taking my face in his hands and gazing down at me, his dark eyes set with concern.
“I was worried, I thought you were meeting me after Hellfire, but you didn’t show.” His eyes wandered my face for a few seconds. “Love, why are you crying? What’s happened?” The last thing I needed right now was an angry Eddie, so I shook my head, shrugging his question away.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing.” I tried to smile, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. “How was Hellfire?”
“Don’t do that, don’t try and change the subject,” Eddie said sternly. “Talk to me.” I sighed, pulling away from him and sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“I just, I had,” I hesitated. “I had a little run in with Jason and his dumb ass friends.”
“What did they do?” Eddie’s voice was deeper now, darker.
“Eds, I promise you, I’m fine,” I tried to reassure him. “It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.” Eddie sighed softly, taking a step forwards and knelt down in front of me, his hands holding mine in my lap as he looked up at me. He knew me well enough to realise that the only way they could upset me like this was to mention my weight.
“Y/N, they’re assholes. They have no idea what they’re talking about,” he said softly, his thumbs gently stroking the backs of my hands as a tear rolled down my cheek. “Baby, you’re the most beautiful girl in this town. Fuck their super skinny cheerleaders and…”
“Eddie, please stop,” I begged, a sob catching in my throat. “I have a mirror, ok? I know what I look like, that I’ll probably always be ‘the fat one’, you don’t need to bullshit me,” I snapped. Eddie’s eyes narrowed, a frown falling across his face.
“Y/N,” he hesitated, sighing sadly. “Is that really how you feel?” I shrugged.
“Sometimes, I just…” I hesitated, my eyes rising to meet his, although seeing him through my tears was a little more of a challenge. “I just don’t know why you’re with me, when you could have your pick of any girl in this town.” A small laugh escaped Eddie’s lips.
“Are you for real?! Y/N, I love you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why the fuck would I want one of them? You think they could make me laugh like you do? That they could put up with all the shit that comes with being Eddie Munson’s girlfriend? Do you think any of them could compare with the way you make me feel?” I shrugged noncommittally, and Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.
“You know what? If you don’t believe me, I guess I’ll just have to prove to you how beautiful you are,” he smiled as he rose to his feet, pulling me up with him and placing my hands on his shoulders. “Hi,” he smiled softly, his hands moving to cradle my face as he lowered his lips to mine. I melted against him, his touch my god-given solace, as it had been since the day we met.
His soft lips moved slowly against mine, the faint taste of his cigarettes still lingering on his tongue as it swiped lazily against my lower lip. Eddie’s hands moved slowly to my hips, and he turned us around, him sitting down on my bed and pulling me into his lap, my knees either side of his body.
“Eddie, I’m gonna fall,” I whined.
“No you won’t,” he insisted. “Just trust me.” Reluctantly I lowered myself down into his lap, and his hands grabbed at the meat of my ass, pulling me tight against him.
“See? I’m not going to let you fall sweetheart,” he smiled as he leant forward, his lips ghosting against the tender skin of my neck. A contented sigh slipped from my lips, and I relaxed in his arms, lowering my head against his strong shoulder. I nuzzled my face into his neck, my arms unconsciously slipping around his shoulders as the soft scent of his apple shampoo invaded my senses.
Eddie’s hands brushed gently against my back where my shirt had slipped up slightly, his fingertips dancing delicately across my skin. Delicate wasn’t exactly the word that came to mind when people saw Eddie, but I knew better. The side of him that he allowed me to see was soft, caring. Yes, he absolutely had a cocky, loud, obnoxious side, but there was so much more to him once he finally let you in.
When he spoke, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. “I wanna see you,” he breathed, his large hands flattening against my sides and sliding up, pushing my shirt up further. As his fingers reached the bottom of my bra, a sense of panic rushed through me, my hands snapping back to my body, grabbing desperately at the bottom of my shirt.
“Eds, please, I can’t…” I pleaded, my voice catching in my throat.
“Hey,” Eddie said softly, pulling his head away from my neck and looking up at me, his hands stilling. “Baby, it’s just me,” he whispered. I took a deep breath, hesitating before nodding, slowly raising my arms above my head.
Eddie’s hands slowly resumed their journey, his dark eyes gazing softly into mine as he pushed my shirt up my arms and dropped it to the ground before he took my still raised hands in his, lowering them and laying my palms against his chest.
His eyes fell from mine, gliding slowly down my body, taking in every inch of me, every freckle and stretchmark on my skin. Making me feel not just half undressed, but laid bare, vulnerable.
Eddie looked up at me through his lashes, his hands tight against my hips as he rolled his hips against me, causing a soft whimper to fall from my lips as I felt his cock hard beneath me. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me with nothing more than looking at you? Fuck Carver, and fuck his stupid fucking groupies. As far as I’m concerned you are the most beautiful creature to ever walk the face of this goddamn Earth Y/N,” Eddie said sincerely.
At that moment, something very rare happened. I was speechless, totally lost for words.
I’m not sure which one of us closed the gap between us but before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine, kissing me like it might be the final time.
His hands moved from my hips, grabbing at the softness of my thighs as he flipped us, a soft giggle slipping from my lips as my back hit the mattress. “My second favourite sound,” he muttered between kisses, his hands now working at removing my pyjama pants.
“What’s your favourite?” I whispered as he tore his lips from mine. He chuckled deeply, biting his lower lip between his teeth.
“I’ll tell you later,” he said, sliding my pants down my legs as he stood up, his eyes hungrily roaming my body as he threw off his wet Hellfire shirt, his jeans and boxers following swiftly afterwards.
He stood over me for a few moments, the only sound coming from him his ragged breathing as his chest heaved, the look in his eyes reminiscent of an apex predator stalking its prey. “Baby, take that bra off for me. I want to see you,” he instructed me, and I did as he asked without question, my eyes wandering his body, committing every detail to memory. The chain hanging around his neck, the tattoos that peppered his body, the line of dark hair that descended to the base of his hard cock. Truth be told, I would do anything for Eddie, and him for me.
He stood silently for a few more seconds before he spoke, his eyes raking over my now naked body. “Fuck Y/N, I’m not a religious man but I swear I’ll worship you until the day I die.”
Without another word, he was back between my legs, his soft lips leaving a trail of hungry kisses up my stomach and through the valley between my breasts, his hands grabbing desperately at the soft flesh at my waist until his lips reached my neck, nipping gently at the soft skin there as he rolled his hips against mine, coating his cock in my wetness.
“Eddie, please,” I whimpered quietly, my fingers digging hard into his back. He chuckled against my throat. “I need you.”
“THAT’S my favourite noise, you begging for me. Sweetheart I haven’t warmed you up yet,” he said, a smugness to his voice.
“I don’t care. Baby please,” I begged, my body aching for him.
“Whatever you want m’lady,” he breathed as he lined himself up at my entrance, pushing slowly into me, a strangled gasp escaping from my lips as his cock filled me, my walls stretching around him. I swear I will never get used to that feeling, an exquisite combination of pleasure and pain as my body fought to accommodate his size.
“Fuck princess, she’s so tight for me,” he growled as he slowly pulled himself almost all the way out of me before slamming back in, his hips slamming against my inner thighs as he bottomed out inside me, a gutterall moan echoing deep in his throat. “Shit, you feel so good,” he moaned, his lips attaching to my neck and sucking hard, stopping only to admire his handiwork and lay a gentle kiss on top of it.
His hips snapped hard against me now, keeping a punishing pace that had the elastic band in my stomach tightening with each thrust, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
“Nothing sounds as good as when you moan for me,” he groaned as his lips reconnected with mine, our tongues colliding desperately as he roughly lifted my legs so they lay across his shoulders, my loud moan echoing around the room, combining with the sound of skin against skin, with the gasps for breath, to create the most wonderful, and erotic, melody.
“Are you close baby?” He asked, panting for breath as I nodded eagerly. I could feel his pace growing sloppy, his hips stuttering as he threaded his hand between us to the spot where our bodies met, rubbing hard against my sensitive clit. “Cum for me baby, I want to feel you cum around my cock.”
He could feel my walls tightening around him, the coiled spring in my stomach tightening as his long fingers worked skilfully between my folds.
I felt Eddie’s hips stutter as he plummeted over the edge, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast, and the sensation of his cock twitching against my g spot sent me spiralling after him, the coiled spring finally snapping.
Eddie still didn’t let up, fucking me hard through my orgasm, blinding lights flashing before my eyes. As the waves of ecstacy eased, my aching legs slipped back to the mattress, drawing a groan from Eddie as he collapsed on top of me.
“Sorry,” I giggled.
“S’ok,” he whispered breathlessly as he rolled over to lie beside me. He smiled softly, pushing my hair back from my face. “Wait there,” he told me, jumping up and making his way unsteadily to my dresser, pulling a towel from the drawer. He made his way back to me, smiling tiredly as he crawled back into bed beside me, taking a few moments to clean me up. Eddie was the king of aftercare, always taking his time to look after me.
I took my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hide lovesick smile that was working it’s way across my face. “What are you grinning at?” Eddie teased, throwing the towel into the basket at the foot of my bed and slipping his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
“You,” I told him simply. “Thank you.” His brows furrowed, confused.
“For what?”
“For loving me for me. For accepting me,” I told him softly, my fingers gently tracing around the edge of his spider tattoo. “For making me feel beautiful.” A sob caught in my throat with the last words.
“Hey,” Eddie whispered, his free hand lifting my face to his, nudging my nose with his own. “You are beautiful sweetheart, and I love you more than you can even imagine,” he said, his voice soft, gentle. “So, can we agree that next time Carver and his fucking idiot friends upset you, you’ll try and remember the massive hard on you gave me just by looking at you?” I laughed quietly, reaching out and running my fingers through his hair.
“I love you Munson.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie x plus size reader#plus size reader#eddie being a sweetheart#eddie munson fluff
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Brilliant Mind
WC: 1,2K
Pairing: Rain/Swiss
Tags: Implied autistic Rain, non-binary they/them Rain, anal sex
Rain goes on a ramble about basses while Swiss fucks them. That's the plot.
Read under the cut or on AO3.
“Where’s your head at?” Swiss asked, seeing the absent look in Rain’s eyes, a different one than the one he knows means the water ghoul is far gone in pleasure. They blink at Swiss’ words, shaking themself out of it.
“Just thinking ‘bout something,” they shrugged, way too casual for being impaled on the multi ghoul’s cock.
“About what, Rainbow?” Swiss asked, grinning and resuming his thrusts. That was his mistake.
“I talked with my tech about- ah, basses for the next tour earlier,” Rain started, only a quiet moan interrupting their words for a second.
“You are thinking about basses while I’m fucking you?” the multi ghoul asked, a bit in disbelief, but also with a nauseating amount of affection for his extremely adorable mate.
“Well, yeah,” Rain shrugged, again, “I won’t use the same ones I used now, you know, the white Jazz, black Jazz and black and white Jaguar.”
Swiss just stared down at his partner with wide eyes, absolutely not believing that Rain will go on a rant about basses with a cock up their ass. They didn’t tell him to stop, though, and he did love hearing them talk, so the multi ghoul continued to slowly thrust into them.
“Leaving Jazz, I think, I don't like Precision too much and Jaguar is just… meh. About the colours, I think I’ll stay with the black Jazz for the songs we’ve got in drop C, you know, because it’s fine and it’s a signature by now. But for the rest, I don’t know, the white one was a good balance, because Aether has black Fantomen and Dew black and white. But now Dew will have a whole white Stratocaster, so maybe if I had a black and white bass it would be better? What do you think?”
“I- uh, I think so too, every guitar slash bass in different colours, yeah,” Swiss breathed, not expecting Rain would ask him about anything. “By the way, can we switch positions, wanna ride me, Rainbow?”
“Sure,” the water ghoul agreed, again, way too casually considering the circumstances, and Swiss got to move them. When Rain was settled on the top, they started moving.
And talking.
“I’m wondering about the fretboards too, what would look the best. Maple is great, but I feel like it’s too light, but there’s something with rosewood that makes me hate it, so I think I’d want ebony. But I don’t know if ebony would fit the black ad white bass, so maybe maple after all? But not the yellowish lacquered one, the softer one. I’ll probably have to try to put all the options together and choose, you know?”
“Y- yeah,” Swiss managed out, barely holding himself together at the display of Rain riding his cock in earnest while still rambling. It was hot, actually, their brain amazed the multi ghoul.
“I was thinking if still tucking my picks behind the pickguard is a good idea, or if taping them to the side like Dew does isn’t better, but that’ll work out later, I guess.” Rain threw their head back then, finally showing some signs of being affected by the cock in their ass. The water ghoul leaned back on their hands, switching their bouncing to a precise grind. “There’s also the strings, I was testing out some flat wounds and half round wounds the last few weeks, and I do like the half ones, the flat’s are too, hm, slippery, but I think I should use the same type of strings they did for the recording, right? So it sounds the same. But they also used Precision, and I won’t do that, so will the strings make such an awful difference if it's a different bass? I mean, the pickups are the same, so the bass itself doesn't make that much difference, plus I can switch the necks, I just don't like the Precision’s body, or more like the pickguard shape, so I still can get really close with the sound.”
Swiss was out of his mind, the drag of Rain’s walls over his cock maddening, his mate’s brain even more. He was so close he was sure if they said one more smart word he totally didn’t understand he’d burst.
“Maybe a higher gauge of the half round wound strings would make up for the lower gauge or fully round wound? I use 45’s to 100’s now, but I could go up to 50’s or even 55’s. I’ll have to test it, do you think Dew would help me? I like my tech but he just doesn’t keep up with what I’m saying.”
“Yeah, I- I wonder why, Rainbow. You’re so smart, it’s so hot, fuck,” Swiss moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
“But do you think Dew would help me?” Rain asked, seemingly oblivious to the delicious agony their mate was currently enduring.
“S- sure, he would.”
“Great, I’ll ask him later,” they leaned forward again then, bracing their arms on Swiss’ chest, returning to urgent bounces, making the multi ghoul nearly pass out.
“Hngh,” was all he could muster.
“You close?” Rain asked, so casually it hurt. Swiss nodded, whining. Loud.
“P- please, Rainbow,” he pleaded, shaky hands holding onto the water ghoul’s hips.
“What do you need, love?”
“Talk,” he moaned, “a- and move, l- like that.”
Rain giggled, but obliged, “I could use thicker picks too, they’d give me a rougher sound, more concrete. Combining all that, mixing the elements, I could get so many different tones, there’s just so many possibilities. Add effect pedals to it, and they’re basically unlimited. If I could play fingerstyle, too, that’d make a difference. Maybe I could convince Papa to let me play the new songs like that, or some of the softer basslines of the older ones, like Absolution or Deus. It depends on what stays on the setlist too, but you know how good I am with my fingers.”
Oh, and that made Swiss break. He moaned, long and high pitched, whole body spasming as he came, filling Rain with his cum.
He did know, very well, how good they were with their fingers, thank you very much.
The water ghoul finally let themself go too, though Swiss doubted they did hold themself back from anything, as their mouth dropped in a silent moan, clenching on Swiss’ cock and painting his belly white. They panted, arms giving out as they plopped down onto the multi ghoul’s chest, nuzzling their face into the crook of his neck.
“Your brain is so hot, Rainbow,” Swiss breathed, slowly coming back into his own body. Rain only purred in response, curling themself tighter around their mate, not caring about the mess.
They both did get up, though, to clean up, getting back to cuddle after. Rain fell asleep before Swiss even fully settled. He took out his phone and was met with a message from Mountain, cringing at it.
M: Had fun?
S: I wasn’t that loud, come on.
M: You absolutely were. Plus we share a wall, so… What did Rain do to you this time?
S: They started rambling about basses [*]
M: Ha, they didn’t stop, tho, did they?
S: Nope, and it was fucking hot.
M: Be grateful they chose basses and not weird deep sea tentacle creatures.
S: U speaking from experience?
M: Yes. Don’t ask more questions.
That’s where their conversation cut off, leaving Swiss grinning, absolutely planning how to find out about Mountain’s own experience. For now, though, he dropped the phone and curled tighter around Rain, kissing their forehead. He’d kiss their brilliant mind too, if he could.
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How about Alejandro x male!reader who got caught in a heavy rain/storm while on a patrol and had to wait it out in one of the abandoned buildings?
They were drenched and all their clothes wet, so they made a small fire and took them off so they would dry. So there they were, sitting only in their underwear, trying to keep it cool, but one thing led to another and they started making out, cuz what's more romantic than kissing during a storm?
You can add a little of smut at the end if you want, only if you're up to it!
Love your fics btw, Im so happy to see a male reader blog with such amazing stories!
Translation for those wondering: Alejandro with a male reader who is his enemy, and they accidentally fuck.
Loved combining these two lovely ideas, enjoy some good ol hate that festered into some romance
On A Cold Rainy Night
Pairing: Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader
Summary: You seek shelter from the storm but happen to spend it out with your ‘sworn enemy’ Alejandro Vargas, gets a little steamy from there.
Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers but it’s very short lived 😦, no beta read we die like roach
Word count: 1598
You never chose sides, you went with whatever you were put with. You were a loyal soldier, you wouldn’t leave your boss’s side if given the chance. You worked with Graves and he found you were a great soldier in battle, hence you were his favorite.
You never saw yourself as anything more or less, you made sure of it. You were a loyal dog to Graves as the shadow company’s hound, you did all the tiring dirty work. Yet here you were, lost in a storm with no way to get back.
You shivered, stepping into an abandoned building, you were drenched. You sighed softly, thinking that it would be another night alone as you walked deeper into the building to at least keep yourself a bit more well hidden from anyone bothering to investigate in this harsh weather.
The comforting cackling of fire drew you in, you were freezing in your soaked gear. You haven’t realized when your body moved on its own, turning into the room eagerly, you needed warmth, desperately.
The sound of a gun cocking broke you out of your need, “Don’t fucking move.” The voice came from behind you as you slowly raised your hands to show you didn’t come for a fight. You stood in your spot, only a few steps away from the warming blaze you could really use right now.
“You’re one of the snakes that captured me!” He spat. You bit back a shiver, how could you forget Alejandro? You were the one to supervise him, the one who cracked jokes with him despite the cruel reality of the two of you being enemies.
“It was my job.” You sighed, turning around to meet his cold eyes fueled by hate. You met his eyes, watching them soften at the sight of your face, recognizing your beautiful features. He put his gun away, running his hand through his hair in frustration, cursing at himself in spanish. “Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be with Graves?”
“Sent me away on patrol” You replied simply, letting your hands drop as you kneeled beside the burning flame, it didn’t look like it was going for a while at all. “You’re by his side through almost everything I don’t understand.” Alejandro spoke as he kneeled across from you. “I’m as obedient as a dog can be, it’s what I’m referred to.” You spoke, your voice lacked any emotion. “Christ you sound like Ghost yet he’s been cheery as of late.” Alejandro sighed as he began to peel himself out of his unnecessary gear. You hummed in reply, you never really had a simple conversation but it did feel good to at least listen to one.
“Did you come alone?” Alejandro asked, you shook your head, “Went alone,Graves deemed me strong enough to go out here, its one big waste of time” You scoffed, “Deemed me as replaceable.” You snapped, you didn’t mean to get so rude all of a sudden but it was in your nature and your ways. You shivered as you quickly removed your gear, tossing the soaked pieces to the side but still at arm's length, just in case Alejandro were to betray you on this tense night.
You let out a delighted sigh, edging closer to the fire, you could feel Alejandro’s eyes on you. The rain outside thundered loudly, it wasn’t gonna ease up anytime soon so you were stuck here with Alejandro, who seemed calm for the most part.
You shivered harshly, cursing at yourself, your damn clothes were soaked and you could tell Alejandro was holding back a lot to act like the cold didn’t affect him at all. “Can I trust you not to kill me tonight?” You hissed quietly, “A truce?” Alejandro’s brow raised, “Can do that if you do the same.”
“You have my word, I’ll stick to it.” You groaned, shedding yourself out from your cold, damp clothes. A loud audible sigh leaving your lips as you sat comfortably in your pants. Alejandro paused with his mouth slightly open, looking over your scarred torso glistening in the fire light, only shutting his mouth to gulp back a sound. His face was a little red and he couldn’t help but stare.
“Christ I’m so fucking cold-” You shut your eyes as you rubbed your arms up and down to produce some heat. You heard shuffling before arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Your shivering eased a little as you sighed, “Thank you..” You smiled softly, leaning back against his chest, his shirt was off and it brought a blush to your face at the realization.
“Think of it as me returning the favor.. for past incidents between you and me” Alejandro whispered, his hot breath fanning against your bare shoulder. You whined, doing your best to stay warm, Alejandro’s hands worked up and down your skin, massaging your tension away with the warmth his hands provided.
You groaned, shifting back against him. He cursed behind you, hands slowing to a stop. “You’ve got to stop moving mi amor..” He groaned. You turned around to meet his eyes before you lowered your gaze, your face immediately burning redder. “Sorry.” You murmured, you didn’t think you would get to this point, yet even have someone to love. You always didn’t have time to love nor even be ‘good enough’ for a lover.
You shivered at the cold air hitting your back as Alejandro reached over to toss a piece of dried wood into the fire to keep it going, dangerously close to you. Yet you wouldn’t deny that you were aroused by the situation.
His hands trailed up and down your waist, murmuring soft compliments about your torso. You groaned softly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close. Your heads touched, edging closer to each other’s lips on instinct, your breaths fanning against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut when your lips connected, a moan leaving you from the well needed attention. Alejandro rubbed circles into your waist as a hand reached down to palm you through your pants teasingly slow.
You pulled away with a gasp, body trembling to the touch, not knowing hot react as needy groans left you. “I want you to be loud so I know what I’m doing mi amor.. can you do that? Can you be a good boy?” Alejandro murmured in your ear as he slipped off the rest of your clothes before moving to his own.
“Fuck- I’ll be your good boy, just please..” You whined, you needed anything really, “I’ll take care of you Mi amor, relax..” Alejandro.
Alejandro rubbed your precum on his fingers, lubricating them enough to rub your rim, earning a gasp as you held onto his shoulders tightly. “Ready for this? Not too late to back out..” Alejandro whispered, rubbing your waist reassuringly. You nodded eagerly, lust drunk with a drowsy smile, “Please Alejandro..” You whined, Alejandro pushed a finger in, waiting for you to adjust, rubbing your waist with one hand before it trailed to your hard cock, stroking it to help you focus.
You mewled in pleasure once he began to finger fuck you, you cursed with gasps and moans your legs trembling from the pleasure slightly. “Fuck fuck fuck~ more Alejandro please~!” You moaned, moving your hips against his fingers as your cock throbbed in his hand.
Alejandro pulled his fingers out after stretching you out enough, lining his cock up with your hole. You let out a loud moan when he pulled you down, sitting you down in his lap. Alejandro cursed under his breath as he planted soft kisses to your skin, feeling you tremble from the touch. “What a good boy.. taking me so well..” Alejandro praised, you melted into him at the words, pleading quietly to get him to fuck you already, you felt hot, so hot and needy. You needed to moved but Alejandro’s hands kept you planted.
You squirmed, whining helplessly as he sat their watching you for who knows how long before he started to relentlessly fuck into you with warning, earning a loud string of curses and moans from you as you held onto him tightly for some support.
He pounded into you from underneath, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, moaning as you let Alejandro take the lead. He didn’t stop and you enjoyed every merciless thrust, moaning without hesitation. You wanted him to hear you, you wanted to be with him, to be loyal to Alejandro.
“Fuck I’m close mi amor..” Alejandro moaned as he kept thrusting up into your hole, getting sloppier by the second. You shuddered when he hurried deep inside you before releasing, painting your insides white as you came, a moan of relief leaving you followed by a whine as you buried your face into his shoulder.
You didn’t bother to move as Alejandro held you close as you shook, it felt so good to feel loved in the right way. And you couldn’t help but smile as you pulled him into another kiss.
“What about you and me.. we can run away together, live out our lives.. so you never have to work for Graves again..” Alejandro smiled softly as he kissed your face, trailing down to your neck.
“I would love that.. I would love to stay by your side..” You smiled before pulling him into another passionate kiss.
As the rain still poured from the sky on this cold rainy day. Two men of almost complete opposites loved.
#fanfic#fanfiction#male reader#modern warefare 2#alejandro x male reader#alejandro x reader#smut#enemies to lovers#but it’s kind of shit
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Grieving apologies
Tsu’tey x avatar reader
Warnings: Spoilers for Avatar 2, arguing, grief, emotionally distant partner, just general angst
Description: Tsu’tey attempting to comfort you after the death of Neteyam only reminds you of his absence for the past years
REVISIONS IN PROGRESS!!!
This series is currently being rewritten to improve its quality and overall plot, please keep that in mind as you read.
Notes: Funny story, I didn’t see Way Of Water until yesterday, and I might make a series now that I know more. Also, yes Tsu’tey lived through the war in this, in most of my fics he will have
Part 1 (you’re here) | part 2 | Part 3 | part 4
The rain hit the roof of the marui you shared with Tsu'tey. You sat wrapped in a thin blanket, that did little to keep you warm, you looked at the fire burning in the middle as silent tears slipped down your face. Your mate, Tsu’Tey returned to your marui, Jake by his side. Jake said his goodbye’s, knowing Tsu’tey would want to be with you alone.
Tsu’tey sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you “yawne, talk to me” was all he said to you. You could laugh, he hadn’t called you 'yawne' in years. But you showed no emotion, the only hint being the tears dripping down your face. He hated when you were like this, when you went silent.
In your mind there was nothing to say, nothing that would replace the silence left behind. The laughing, the cheering, even the yelling between brothers. What could you say to replace the silence? You choked out sobs. Begging the great mother to bring back the son that was stolen from this world too soon.
“Speak, my love” he said. You licked your cracked lips, and took a deep breath, before letting your words out in a sigh. “The child” you said, beginning to shake. Tsu’tey put your head to his chest “I was meant to protect him!” you cried out. He sighed “we both were…”.
Tsu’tey fell asleep not long after, having wanted to rest with you in his arms. But you could not sleep, you gently removed his arm from around your waist. You snuck out of the marui, making your way to the edge of the pier. You dipped your feet into the water and looked back at the past years with your mate.
When Neteyam came along, and soon the other children, you and Tsu’tey promised Jake and Neytiri to protect them. You watched them when Jake and Neytiri would leave, and Tsu’tey was trying his best to keep them safe from Sky People.
*several years earlier*
“I told you not to call me that” you snapped, Tsu’tey rolled his eyes “If you don’t want to be called a skxawng, don’t act like one”. This happened because you had let the children out of your sight for one minute and Tuk had crawled off, she didn’t get far, only a few feet before Neteyam picked her up. But Tsu’tey acted like she had just crawled into a minefield.
“She could have been hurt! What then?” He yelled, you flinched at his words “then I would have taken her to Mo’at” you said calmly. Tsu’tey huffed “that is not good enough!” Your bottom lip trembled “I’m sorry it’s not good enough then Tsu’tey! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m sorry I was looking after Kiri!”
Kiri had gotten sick, nothing serious, just a cough and some sneezing, but she couldn’t keep up with the other kids as easily so you had to help her. You heard cries from the doorway of the tent, it’s was Kiri and Lo’ak, Kiri had tears in her eyes and Lo’ak was hugging his sister.
You pushed past your mate to comfort the children, you hugged Kiri and tried to shush her. You picked her up and held Lo’ak’s hand, you looked at Tsu’tey “we’ll finish this later”
You didn’t finish that later, nor what felt like hundreds of other fights that came before and after. Over the years you and Tsu’tey grew distant, you had given up on the dream of having children of your own with him, but the children you looked after made it all tolerable. Watching the children play when their parents were gone was the light of your life, but you always had to go back to a tent with a mate who didn’t give you a second glance.
Sometimes you questioned why Tsu’tey and you even stayed mated. You convinced yourself that the war must have changed him, but hang onto hope that the man you love would come back. The one who you used to sit looking at the stars with, dreaming about a small family one day. The man whose eyes locked with yours when Neytiri told him she and Jake were mated, knowing he could now be with the one he loved.
*back to present*
Not much had changed over the years, Neteyams funeral was the first time that Tsu’tey had held you in what felt, and you were honestly convinced had been, years. He ran between you and Neytiri, multiple times you had pushed his affections away and told him to go see if Neytiri was okay.
You sighed, feeling someone sit beside you. It was Kiri, and wrapped your arm around her like a mother would wanting to shield her child from danger. Tears ran down both your faces “he-“ Kiri let out a sob “she says he is happy, that he is at peace” she cried. You nodded, smiling “that’s good, Kiri, I’m so glad” she smiled too, but you could see she was struggling.
“What is it?” You ask, she looks you in the eye “he could have been at peace here” she cried, breaking down into sobs. You pulled her into a tight hug, crying with her as well “I know sweetie, I know” you heard the bridge creek yet again. You didn’t have to look to see who it was.
“Kiri” was all Tsu’tey said, she broke away from the hug and she ran off. He tried to reach out and stop her, but she was already gone. “She blames herself” you stated, Tsu’tey turned to you, you sighed “she thinks that she and the kids are why we are no longer close”.
you got up, making your way back to the pod when Tsu’tey grabbed you by the shoulders, not hard, but enough so you would stop. He looked in your eyes, searching for a question he dared not ask.
But you answered anyway “we are no longer close, Tsu’tey”. You could’ve sworn his bottom lip trembled when you said that. He hugged you close, as if he thought the physical act of holding would cure the emotional gap.
“How long… How long have you felt this way?” He asked, and you laughed, not because there was any humor in it, but because the question answered itself. “Ever since you stopped loving me” you laughed, you laughed like you were losing your mind. Your legs gave out from underneath you, and Tsu’tey helped you down, horror written across his face.
At this point, the few na’vi that were out were looking at you, you didn’t care. Tsu’tey was saying something to you, but your laughing and the ringing in your ears made it impossible to hear him. He picked you up and carried you to his ikran. The least he could do was get you away from prying eyes.
You remember your laughing turning to crying, then back to laughing, then it all went black.
Tsu’tey landed on a random island, he wrapped you in a blanket and placed you next to his ikran. Looking at you he realized, this isn’t the first time he caused you sadness, this was not the first time you’ve felt this way, this was not the life he promised you when he made you his mate, and this was not the first time you had lost someone you would’ve done anything for
After notes: I don’t love how this came out, I might update it later and/or make a part 2
#tsu’tey x reader#tsu'tey#tsu'tey x reader angst#avatar x reader#avatar x reader angst#x reader#angst
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Can I please propose a Bathing Addendum to the Amnesia AU?!
Because 1389 Hob definitely needs a little help re-learning the 21st century protocols with regard to bathing/hygiene. And it's a delicate matter because it's not like Dream cares one bit or wants to make Hob feel bad about his natural grimy state. But Hob DID love all those fun, scented, pampering products, (his bathroom looked like an Influencer's free sample stash exploded all over it), even this version of Hob seems delighted by the comforts of the modern world, and not having fleas is SO great, so staying neat and clean could definitely be an important part of the Care and Management of the Amnesiac Hob.
(Though, the one thing he IS a bit weirded out about is how short his hair is. He keeps running his hands through it nervously & wondering how he/they/who cut it that short without slicing his ears with the rusty shears?! It's ok, though, Dream assures him they don't have to keep it trimmed. He shows Hob how to comb it back into a stubby little bun and fix it with these fucking awesome springy circle things.)
Anyway. The first time Dream gingerly shows him the shower and suggests some form of washing, he's surprised that Hob totally goes with it, easy as anything, & immediately just… strips off and even prompts Dream to join him. And Dream belatedly remembers that this kind of thing was more common where/when Hob was from, and he probably washed in the river with his fellow soldiers all the time.
So Dream. Just. Does it. Follows suit. Stripping off his tee and peeling off those tight jeans, all the while STERNLY ORDERING HIMSELF to NOT MAKE IT SEXUAL. No, no, no. It's just a couple of guys washing together.
(He does not, in this moment, realize that it might be useful to remind Hob of the current conventions surrounding adult nudity. Whole parts of his vast mind have just sort of shorted out.)
Dream struggles to keep his physical body under control so as to conceal his own interest as they step in and Hob delights in the warm, indoor rain. But Dream's body is a manifestation of his own will, and right now his own will is having EXTREME DIFFICULTY in shutting the fuck up.
But he can try. He doesn't want to make Hob uncomfortable.
Hob, however, already seems to be having some trouble. See, as tiny a shred of control as Dream has over his own Endless form, Hob is just human and cannot even hope for that much. And his interest is soon VERY clear. He knows not everyone would be opposed to having some extra fun in this perfectly normal communal bathing scenario — he has, after all, frequently kept some of his fellows warm on those cold, muddy nights on campaign if they were amenable. But he doesn't want to presume and scare the pretty lord away.
So Hob is painfully turned on and starting to hate this indoor rain, which is not at all like a river where you could just sneak into slightly deeper water and hope anyone who wasn't interested just politely chose not to notice. He's so self conscious and just trying not to look too much at the perfect form next to him and to hide his own interest — very poorly — with a soapy loofah.
But Dream, who can clearly see what is happening in the sudden spike of daydreams and also right in front of him in the shower, is so sweet about it. And he takes the loofa and gently washes Hob and soothes him and tells him there's nothing to worry about.
And afterward, they fall into the soft bed, which is definitely way more comfortable than a quick fuck in the mud on campaign, and Hob thinks he might really like this modern bathing strategy after all.
Oh absolutely!!! Here's the original amnesia au where Hob doesn't remember the last 600+ years.
I can't stop thinking about the scene in the 1993 Much Ado About Nothing film where all the dudes immediately get naked and wash in a stream(?) together while inside the house all the ladies are in the renaissance equivalent of a shower all together. The casual intimacy of washing together/washing each other is deadass so beautiful to watch.
So yeah, Hob inviting Dream into the shower with him? Very real, very lovely, and feels like an expression of how much Hob trusts Dream. It's all super weird for Hob, but even though he can't remember shit, he just has this feeling that Dream will be good to him. In fact, he has this strange, warm feeling like Dream means something really important to him. And then there's the plain fact that Dream is gorgeous and even in 1389, Hob had a weakness for pretty men.
Dream knows that he should just keep this all platonic and straightforward, but Hob is just adorable. Confused, a little clumsy, so fucking cute with his teeny tiny man bun. Dream is puddle on the floor as he lets Hob’s daydreams and his own feelings combine. So he gives in. He washes Hob’s back, and dries him of in a big fluffy towel that Hob definitely stole from a hotel, and leads him to rediscover the joys of memory foam.
Hob has lost 99% of his memories relating to sex, so Dream doesn't get to experience Hob at his best, necessarily - but maybe because of that, it's actually more special? Hob is vulnerable, a little silly, and very enthusiastic. He wants to explore and learn new things. He's absolutely fascinated and overjoyed by the concept of lube. No spit or oil needed! He can get fucked and it doesn't hurt (much)! Weirdly it also smells like strawberries!
And Hob is mainly just so excited about Dream himself. His gentle, generous and beautiful stranger! He's so in love. Doesn't matter how many memories he has.
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ghost stories (tate langdon x reader)
a/n: FIRST OCTOBER FIC LET'S GOOO
It was the beginning of October when my family decided to move into our new house. I was already in love with it, even though my mom said it made her feel depressed by just looking at it.
It was much bigger than our previous home, so the exploring part made me excited. We dropped our bags and I immediately went to see each room.
It was getting pretty dark but I didn't bother turning on the lights. The air smelled of rain as I entered one of the rooms. It looked like it belonged to a boy, probably around my age. There were a lot of records of many different artists, some books and even an empty hamster cage.
"What are you doing in my room?" I turned and almost screamed when a boy appeared behind me. He looked young, with blond curls and pretty brown eyes.
"What are you talking about?" I finally asked when I gathered myself.
"This is my room." He was still not answering my question.
"We just moved in, and I don't know what are you talking about or how you even managed to get in without us noticing but if you plan on staying, I suggest you explain that to me."
And he did explain. But how was I supposed to believe him that he was a ghost who died in this house and is trapped in here forever?
"Prove it." I crossed my arms.
"Fine," he almost rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared. Like literally. From thin air.
"What the fu—" But then he appeared. I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh. "Oh my god, that's so fucking cool."
"You think so? I'm Tate, by the way." He looked genuinely happy to introduce himself to me.
And so I became friends with one of the ghosts that lived in our house. We talked most of the time, he made fun of my music taste and made me listen to Nirvana (which I surprisingly liked). I read to him sometimes and he listened. He was an amazing listener.
But my parents didn't know about him and I meant to keep it that way.
He was okay with that and it was pretty easy to hide him. I mean whenever we were in my room and someone tried to come in, Tate just had to disappear.
The more we hung out, the closer we became. Sitting beside each other on my bed turned into him laying between my legs while I did my homework and he listened to his music. But we never tried to point that out. At least I haven't.
I pretended not to notice him drawing circles on my skin or playing with my hair, his hands wandering carefully, trying not to be too obvious. That made me feel...something. Something towards him. I hated it because we had such great friendship and admitting my feelings would just ruin it.
Until one night I was pissed about my school and I was just rambling to him, saying the worst stuff I could about everything and I had a feeling that he was trying not to laugh at me, but I didn't care.
He called me to join him on my bed and take a break from studying because it was getting late. For the first time, I listened to him.
And at some point, both of us fell asleep. I was exhausted and my body was screaming thank you when I finally closed my eyes.
But in the middle of the night, I woke up in panic because I never planned to fall asleep. I didn't even finish all my work!
In all my distress, I woke up Tate and he looked at me with his adorable sleepy eyes while I ran around the room and gathered all my books. He realized what I was doing and immediately stood up with intention to drag me back to bed.
"No, Tate, I have to finish this!"
"Relax. You need sleep. It's three in the morning."
"Yes, but how will I sleep when I know I left half of my assignments unfinished?"
He smiled innocently at me while I looked at him, not understanding his sudden mood change.
"I can help you fall asleep. If you want to." I looked at him, then at my books.
I was still confused. "I do, but...You have sleeping pills or something?"
At that he grinned at the floor and my chest fluttered.
"Let's just get to bed. I'll show you, but you have to relax." I couldn't hear a thing in that moment, not even the rain, not the pounding in my chest. I wasn't oblivious anymore. I knew what he meant and I still let him do whatever he pleased.
In seconds I was on bed with Tate slowly climbing on top of me. My face was burning and I couldn't see straight, but I didn't move.
He slowly put his hand on my pants, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband. "May I?"
I just nodded, not being able to form a proper sentence, but it was enough for him to take both, my pants and my underwear down.
His dark eyes were literally glowing while his mouth watered at the sight of me. Tate spread my legs and lowered himself enough to reach my aching cunt.
He looked up, smiling innocently before he went to work. His tongue licked me, up and down and I immediately grabbed his blond locks for support. He repeated the movement and it made me want to let out ungodly sounds, but I remembered we weren't alone and my parents were probably sleeping. If they found us like this, with Tate's head between my legs and my fingers in his hair...I would be joining Tate at being dead.
He put one finger in while his tongue circled my swollen clit and I accidentally pulled his hair. He let out a soft groan and I almost smirked for myself. I did it again and Tate groaned into me.
He didn't plan on stopping, apparently. Tate wanted me to see stars. I just wasn't sure how was this going to help with my sleep. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to close an eye for the rest of the night.
Tate decided to add another finger and I almost lost it there, but I couldn't let myself ruin this perfect moment. Not yet.
"If I add one more will you stop being to stubborn?"
"Let's find out." And he wasn't kidding. He stretched me put enough to put his third finger in and I moaned into my hand, not being able to control myself anymore.
He continued working with his tongue and it didn't take me long after that to lift my hips as I came on his mouth. He pressed his hand over my stomach to pin me back on bed as I clenched around his fingers.
He got up, licking his fingers and cleaning up his swollen mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He took it off and did the same with my mess.
My legs were weak, I could barely change, but he helped me and got under the covers.
I joined him and realized that I haven't once thought about my assignments.
"Tate?"
"Yes?"
"Are we still friends?"
"Of course. Especially when you're in the need of sleeping pills."
I fell asleep with the weight of his hand on me while rain pounded on my window.
#evan peters#american horror story#ahs#evan peters fanfic#tate langdon fic#tate ahs#tate#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon#american horror murder house#american horror story apocalypse#american horror story fanfic
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We Can't Be Friends Song Reaction
Inspired by Ariana Grande's song: "We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)
hyung line version. Maknae Line Version
Warning: This is angsty and sad af, slight cursing, mentions alcohol, Minghao's has an Ice Spice lyric reference, hate comments, Mingyu's is a bit suggestive so respectfully: Minors fuck off and don't interact LMFAO. tbh this is more angsty and emotional than the hyung line and I'm only partially sorry.
A/N: using a song lyric as a prompt for each of the members. Decided to break this up from Hyung Line (Seungcheol - Jihoon) to Maknae Line (Seokmin - Chan). I already did 95/96 Line now it's time for the youngins. Like the hyung version, The parts are written in order from where the song lyrics show up. I tried to do different lyrics from the hyung line xo I hope you enjoy.
✫ Seungkwan: "I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide. But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire."
Neither of you ever wanted to admit how much of a dumpster fire Seungkwan and your relationship was becoming. However, it was. Day by day, it was becoming more and more clear your once perfect relationship was close to ending. You knew that Seungkwan wanted to make it work out and he truly thought it was just a bump in the road. However, you just knew it was time to end.
Seungkwan and you were sat in his car in front of your house while the rain was pouring down and you just felt sick. You had called and told him that you wanted to talk but the words just wouldn't come out. You didn't want to hurt him but you also did not want to tiptoe and hide your true feelings anymore.
With one look after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, Seungkwan knew what was going on started to get teary eyed which made you teary eyed as well. "Kwannie, I'm so sorry but you know it's for the best. We had a good run." You managed to get out. Seungkwan did a shakey sigh before looking out the windsheild. "It was a great run, (Y/N), thank you for all the precious memories. I will always love you."
"I will always love you too, thank you as well." After that, you braced yourself for the storm and for this next chapter of your new life. You opened the door and got out before running to your front door. You turned around as Seungkwan drove off and that was when you finally let go and finally broke down. You were so scared to enter this next chapter but you knew it was what you were supposed to do.
✫ Dino: "Wait until you like me again. Wait for your love."
You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as Chan stood in front of you with a defeated look on his face. He could have said anything, but telling you that he's realized he's starting to fall out of love with you was probably the most devastating thing he could have told you.
"When? What? Why?" was all you could say while trying your best to stay strong. You thought you both were golden.
"I don't know, all I know is I want to keep loving you but it's just hard to."
"I'm hard to love?!"
"I didn't mean it like that, (Y/N)."
"Then how did you mean it Chan?" Your voice finally cracked and then you looked away so he could not see you cry which absolutely broke his heart.
"I- I don't know but--" you then just sighed then walked past him toward the door and opened the door for him.
"Well until you know, here's the door. I rather not waste my time with someone who only pretends to love me."
He started to walk toward you to give you a hug but you put your hand out so he wouldn't be able to touch you. "Don't you dare complicate this. Just come back when you know what you want. I will wait for you to try to like me again but I don't want to be there while you figure it out."
✫ Minghao: "Know that you made me, I don't like how you paint me, yet I'm still here hanging."
"(Y/N) only dated Minghao for 15 seconds of fame."
"(Y/N) thinks they are the shit for dating Minghao. They're barely a fart."
"Minghao could've done WAY better. There is more attractive people and he chose (Y/N)? God I'm so happy he finally got a brain and dumped her gold digging ass."
Normally hate comments made you laugh. When Minghao and you were together and saw hate comments you both would giggle at how much time they were wasting while you were both just living your life and being in love.
However, now that Minghao and you are no longer together the hate comments hurt. What hurt is that after the breakup, Minghao and his company did nothing to stop the comments. You both had a pretty clean and fair breakup so the fact that they just let the comments attack you felt unfair.
Your company tried everything in their power to stop the comments with threatening lawsuits, to mass deleting comments, to offering to manage your socials so you wouldn't have to read it.
The offer was nice but when you were welcomed with boo's and slurs when you went to an event you couldn't help but try to put on a brave face but mentally curse Pledis and Minghao. Also yourself for even agreeing to date Xu Minghao to begin with. Life would've been so much more peaceful if you never even knew his name.
✫ Mingyu: "Not what you made me, it's something like a daydream. But I feel so seen in the night."
It was supposed to be a one night stand. However, Mingyu and you developed an emotional non committed relationship and it was pretty nice. A little too nice.
You knew it was a dangerous game to get this involved but you couldn't help it. Something about Kim Mingyu was so addicting. He was the best drug you could be addicted too. The way he made you feel so seen on your nightly adventures.
That's why it hurt a little bit when you saw him out and about and he ignored you. As if you were only good enough for a fuck but not for a casual 'hello' in the daytime. It broke you when he came over two nights after the incident and he scoffed at your hurt. He had assumed you knew what this was.
"Is this not enough, sweetheart?"
no. No it was not.
However, you couldn't bring yourself to admit it to him so at that moment you realized if you wanted anything to do with Mingyu, you had to play by his rules. No matter how bad it hurt.
✫ Vernon: "So for now, it's only me. And maybe that's all I need."
Hansol and you were so codependent for your whole relationship. You were with each other every second. You didn't have to talk, just being in each others presence was enough. Or so it was.
One day, you both just grew apart. He started getting busy with Seventeen and you started getting more and more projects at work. The distance was affecting both of you but you both were too scared to say anything.
That's when the fight happened and both of you wished you said something sooner because maybe... just maybe you both would be in each other's arms or sending each other cursed TikToks that plagued your FYP. However, neither of you did and you both were just too damn stubborn to say something.
After suffering for what seemed like an eternity, you decided to try to explore independence a bit more. You took a much needed shower, and started to curl your hair and put on some makeup. As you were getting dolled up you did some daily affirmations. The more you told yourself, the more confident you were becoming.
Maybe being solo for awhile was a good thing.
✫ DK: "My love, I'll wait for your love. I'll wait for your love."
Seokmin woke up in a cold sweat and looked around. He saw he was in an empty bed and the nightmare he had of losing you was way too realistic. He quickly stood up and called out your name but heard nothing back.
His heart was racing when he heard the silence. Where were you? He rubbed his eyes and and looked around the room a bit more and that's when he remembered he was in a hotel room for a schedule. He sighed before laying back in bed and grabbing his phone. He squinted as the light hit his face and couldn't help but get teary eyed as he saw your smiling face smiling back at him.
He loved you more than words could say. He said it constantly but that still didn't mean that you both weren't going through a rough patch. He didn't leave on the best conditions with you before he left and regretted it.
Instinctively, he dialed your number and pressed the phone to his ear. He just needed to hear your voice.
"Hey baby!" He heard your voice say which made him tear up even more. "Hi," he whispered while smiling.
"Seokmin? Baby, are you okay?"
A tear fell down his cheek as he heard the pet name for the second time and his fears were calmed a bit.
"Seokmin?" "Oh yeah... Sorry I- I um, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, baby... what's going on though?"
He sighed before sitting up and telling you about his nightmare and how he just loves you so fucking much. This made you lean against the wall as you listened to him explain his fears and your heart broke at his anxiety. Sure when he left it was rough but that's relationships. Relationships aren't all sunshine and rainbows all the time. When you explained that you heard him sniffle which made you tear up.
"Thank you, baby." He whispered. "Of course, love. I'll wait for you to come home. Five more days right?"
"Yes, just Five more days."
"I'll wait for your love, my love. I love you always."
"I love you, always."
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A/N: whoops I accidentally wrote a novel for Seokmin's. Pls don't hate me lmaooo
#wonuwrites#seventeen#svt x reader#seventeen reactions#svt angst#we cant be friends#ariana grande#Dokyeom#Mingyu#Minghao#seungkwan#vernon#dino#dk reaction#mingyu reaction#minghao reaction#seungkwan reaction#vernon reaction#dino reaction
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★ marc spector x gn!reader
☆ notes: fluff
a slow night in with your boyfriend, marc.
marc had a curious look on his face, his eyes boring into his nails on the pillow. “okay, i love you, but you have to stop fidgeting. you’re gonna smudge ‘em.” you say. marc chuckles lowly, leaning back. “are you sure that’s my colour?” he asks tentatively, peering at the nail polish on the coffee table. “don’t worry, it’s perfect. you’ll look amazing.” you chuckle, gingerly painting on a layer of maroon on his nails.
the sound of rain pattering on the roof had already melted into background noise, as all you could focus on was painting the prettiest pattern on marc’s nails. all week, marc’s been busy with doing his hero-duties while you slaved behind a desk, typing up reports for your nightmare boss. this was the only night you could actually spend time with him – and the first thing you thought when you saw those cuticles? red wine and red nails, please.
marc looked at you, his eyes full of wonder and admiration. “you’re really cute. you know, when you’re all focused and stuff.” he says, a small smirk on his face. “ugh, shut up. i’m gonna chop your fingers off.” you threaten, and marc guffaws. “wow, terrifying.” marc laughs, before he leans in and kisses your forehead.
you pull back, obviously startled, and marc raises an eyebrow. “jeez, you hate me that much?!” he laughs, before leaning in and kissing your cheeks. “you’re proving my point, you know that? you’re adorable.” your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly looked down, continuing on with slathering on another layer of nail polish while you tried to keep yourself from smiling like a fool. “you’re a fucking twat, you know that? god, i hate you.” you muttered. “mmhm. yeah. sure you do.”
it was silent after that, but in a good way. just you and marc, enjoying each other’s presence. “there we go! your nails look… exquisite.” you exclaimed, finally finished. the finished result was a dark red colour, with a prominent star shape on his middle fingers. “oh yeah, they’re quite the showstopper. great job.” marc says, observing his nails for himself. “your nails are literally a work of art. please, compliment me more.” you bat your eyelashes at him, and marc brings up one of your hands to his lips.
“my one and only, your hands are a work of art. to this day, i will never understand how i managed to find someone that has your level of… nail… painting… talent. michelangelo quivers in fear, honey." he giggles, kissing each one of your knuckles.
“isn’t michelangelo dead?”
“steven told me to say that.” with that, you giggle and topple over into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. for some reason, marc always smells like a warm bath. woody and moist - just right. you breathe in his scent – you pray that it’ll rub off on you, and that you could bring his smell with you anywhere you go. “are you sniffing me?” marc mutters, and you gasp dramatically, smacking his chest. “fuck you! i was actually gonna fall asleep, but since you’re rude -”
you make a show of yourself dramatically standing up but before you do, marc pulls you down, hard. now your legs are on either side of his hips, and you’re sitting right on top of his lap, closer than you did before. slowly, his hands snake around your waist, and you suddenly realize the position you’re in. even after a year or so of dating marc, you’ll never get used to the way he handles you with the utmost confidence. he throws you around like a ragdoll - which you don’t oppose to, by the way.
“okay, okay. sniff me as much as you want.” marc says, giving you a light kiss on your neck. “jake wants a manicure too.” marc says, landing a kiss on your jaw. “he wants black… with tulips on them.” your brain immediately makes a scenario in your head of jake punching someone with shiny, floral nails. they’d be covered in blood and somehow, the thought makes you salivate. a suspicious smile makes its way to your face, and marc laughs. “what are you thinking, hm?”
your eyes flash towards the vase of tulips sitting on steven’s study table. the tulips themselves stand out against the heap of monochrome books steven owns, giving the desk a bright pop. the note that came along with it from jake is still tied around the vase gingerly, the words te quiero inscribed in messy, scribbled writing. “jake’s such a stupid sappy romantic. i fucking hate him.” a smile etched its way onto your face, and marc smiles.
“hey, screw jake. i’m the star of the show right now.” marc says, pressing a kiss on your collarbone. “are you going back to work any time soon?” you ask, and marc freezes, just for a second, before smiling. “no.” he bats his eyelashes at you, his eyes wide and pleading. on the outside, his expression is simple, joyful, but on the inside, you know he’s begging for you to believe him, begging for you to, just this once, lie to yourself.
“i love you.” you lean in, and marc gives you a small squeeze.
“i love you too.”
★☆ a/n: HELPP i gagged writing this!! i HATE love! (i want a partner so bad)
#moon knight#moon knight x reader#moon knight fluff#marc spector x reader#marc spector fluff#steven grant#jake lockley#moon knight system#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#mcu fluff#mcu x reader#mcu x y/n#moon knight x y/n
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hanahaki soapghost part 3
This is…not what Soap was expecting after his talk with Roach. He’d woken up the next morning, after getting lectured by Gaz for sneaking away in the first place, to a knock on his door, and opening it up, Roach stood there with a bright smile on his face and Ghost looming behind him like usual. Soap feels underprepared but he waves at both men before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He half expects them to disappear once he looks again, but nope….Roach is still beaming at him like the fucking sun itself. There’s a twist in his chest, something similar to the feeling he’d felt the previous night, but same as then, Soap ignores it. Instead, he glances up at Ghost. Meeting the lieutenant’s eyes, Soap swallows thickly.
“G’mornin. Did ya need me for something, or…?”
“Get dressed. We’re going out.”
Soap blinks at them both. Now that he’s got a better look at them, he notices they’re both dressed in casual clothes and Roach is bouncing on his heels. He looks excited and Soap hasn’t the faintest idea why.
“I… Am I missing something?”
Ghost rolls his eyes and Soap tries to ignore the way it makes his chest hurt. It’s not dismissive, but it sure as hell feels like that. It makes Soap want to bite out a rude response but he swallows it back for the sake of not making a scene in front of Roach. Besides, he’s getting ahead of himself, it’s not like Ghost is really being mean, he’s just being…Ghost. Like usual.
“Gary wants to hang out around town and insisted you come with us. Wouldn’t take no for an answer and dragged me over here to wake you.”
Oh… Soap smiles, but like usual, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I see. Sounds like a date, you don’t need me to intrude on tha-“
“Johnny?”
Soap stops mid word and looks back up at Ghost. He’s staring right back at Soap and there’s a strange look in his eyes. Soap feels something clawing at the back of his throat and before he can stop himself, coughs harshly into his hand. /Fuck/, that hurts. The thorny parts of the flowers have started crawling their way out of his lungs at this point, dragging harsh lines along the soft tissue of his throat, and they /hurt/. He tastes blood.
“You’ve had that cough since Las Almas. Thought you went to medical to get it checked out.”
Thankfully, there are no petals or blood in his hand as Soap drops it from his mouth. “It’s nothing, LT. It’ll go away on its own.” It /won’t/, but Ghost doesn’t need to know the details.
“Ah, if you’re sick, then maybe we can rain check the day out? Still, I do wanna hang out…how about this! Come by my room this afternoon! We can watch a few movies, pop some popcorn and chat. Sound good?”
It sounds like hell for Soap in his current condition but he has nothing off the top of his head he can use as an excuse, so he just nods and smiles. “Yeah, sounds good.”
“Great! Then I’ll see you later, Soap.” Roach goes to leave and when Ghost doesn’t follow immediately, he stops and shoots him a confused look. “Ghost?”
“I’ll meet you in a second. Wanna talk with Johnny for a bit.” Roach’s sunny expression returns and he nods before continuing to head down the hall.
Soap can’t not comment, hating the prolonged silence. “And then there were two…”
“This isn’t like you, Johnny.” Ghost says.
“What? I don’t think I’ve been acting any different than usual.” A lie, and they both know it. Soap’s just a little surprised Ghost picked up on that when his attention has seemingly been focused entirely on Roach ever since the man came back.
“You’ve been avoiding me. Normally that’s not something I care about when it comes to other people, but-“
This time, Soap cuts Ghost off. He smiles, showing his teeth. “Oh? You really like me that much, Ghost? I’m honoured.”
Ghost glares, and it actually hurts. Just a little. “You know I care about you, Johnny.”
Soap leans against his open door. “I don’t doubt that for a second, Simon. But I’m fine. Trust me.”
“I want to…” Ghost sighs. “If there really is anything going on, let me know. We’re…friends. Right?”
Such a simple word and it feels like something in Soap’s chest fucking shatters. He’s being friend zoned and in any other circumstance, it would be laughable to admit that. But now, when it’s genuinely life or death for Soap, the word ‘friend’ does nothing more than sink bitterly into his heart and leave an acrid taste on his tongue.
“Yeah, Simon. I’ll see ya later.”
Ghost takes that as the dismissal it is thankfully and without another word, heads down the hall where Roach had disappeared earlier. With him gone, Soap shuts his door and leans back on it before bending over in a fit of coughs that wrack through his body.
“Oh, Soap…” Gaz had been out of the sight the entire time Soap was talking to Ghost, but now he walks over and helps Soap sit on the floor before handing him a bottle of water and a tissue to wipe his mouth. Blood stains the white fibers and Gaz rubs at his back until Soap is finally able to take a solid breath of air without choking. “You need to tell him.”
“And do what, Gaz? Make him feel guilty about something that’s my fault? No thanks. I just…I’m gonna make the call. Set up the appointment. I’m tired of this.”
“And what then? Soap, those surgeries…the way people change after them. Are you sure that’s really what you want for yourself? You…what if he does love you too and you’re too blind right now to see it? If you go through with that procedure, you’ll never be able to love him again. That’s-“
“It’s the best choice. And besides, he won’t ever love me. He has Roach.” Soap tries not to sound hurt by his own words. He doesn’t hate or even dislike Gary. If anything, he actually likes him quite a bit. It’s why Soap can’t do anything to ruin what he and Ghost have. Soap’s the outlier. He just has to remove himself from the equation entirely.
3/?
tbc
#soap's suffering continues 'cause he's a stubborn fuck!#soap's too blind to realize roach was asking to go on a group date#perhaps next time I will develop the soap roach crumbs I left behind before#soapghost#ghostsoap#soapghostroach#cod#my post
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