#holy fuck we’re at 2k
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This man is so delighted to see misfortune fall upon his enemies
#mine#dungeon meshi#I can’t believe y’all got this to 1K#oh good lord now it’s at 1.5K#holy fuck we’re at 2K#I ain’t got nothing for 2.5k#3K my bewildered#I need a tag for 3.5k now?!#I gotta come up with something for 4K now?#stop this we’re at 4.5k now
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idk I get incredibly angry at homophobes being cast on my gay shows. anybody want the start of my fic where Eddie dumps her bigoted ass and then has a gay ole sexy time with his husband and his husband's new boyfriend? because here. you can have. it's cathartic 💕
test drive - 2K, BuckTommy, BuckEddieTommy, Buddie endgame forever / Explicit
The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And he’s having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and I know what his cock feels like down my throat, and why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do.
If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second.
Bisexuality, man. Who knew?
It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades.
And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well.
Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too.
Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had.
He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now.
He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it.
Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend. What is wrong with that? It’s fine. Should be— fun?
Shouldn’t be a bad taste in his mouth that the wine still hasn’t gotten rid of and roiling in his stomach that is really killing his appetite. But it very much is.
Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and rubs it in a way that surely is supposed to be comforting. But it makes Buck want to drag him out of this restaurant and back to the loft where he can show Tommy how good he is at fucking him now. Not just because it would be a thousand times better than the prospect of this dinner. The bar is so low on the ground, it’s buried at this point. But also because sex with his new boyfriend is better than— actually, Buck is having a hard time thinking of anything that is better right now.
Very hard time.
They’ve been practicing. Everything. Blowjobs, fucking, fingering, ball massages, prostate milking, rimming— all sorts of really fun things Buck never even imagined could feel so good. Not that he was oblivious to a lot of it. He has toys. His ex was into pegging. Buck might have been unaware of how intense and gay— well, bi. He’s bi now. Buck is bi now. Probably always was but he knows it now. He’s bisexual.— his attraction to men could be. But he was not unaware of sexual acts that feel good to his body.
But it’s totally different with a real man and a real cock and being manhandled by someone who might actually be bigger and stronger than you is really fucking hot.
He checks his watch again and it’s already 7:28. They’re almost half an hour late. Which is so not like Eddie. He’s not sure if Marisol is like that but he knows for sure Eddie is either fifteen minutes early for everything or he texts if there is a problem. Even then, he’s only ever a few minutes late. If that. And last Buck checked, there were no new messages on his phone.
He checks again, and still nothing. Not even to Buck’s message of, hey u ok? u on the way? He frowns and sets his phone back on the table and turns to Tommy. “How long before I’m allowed to be really worried?”
Tommy gives him an amused smile. “You can be worried.”
“How long before we need to bother Athena? Ten more minutes? Five? Sh-should I bother Athena now?”
Tommy’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Buck like he’s crazy. Okay, it’s probably crazy. Just. He’s worried? That must be the churning in his stomach. “I’m sure Eddie’s fine. It hasn’t been that long. And he’s Eddie.”
Yeah. Yeah, he’s Eddie. But Eddie was also shot downtown in the middle of broad daylight and nearly bled out all over, and there’s not much anyone can do even if they are trained in hand to hand combat and self-defense and those kinds of things. Not many ways to defend against a sniper round that shouldn’t even be a thing.
Not that Buck is thinking about that. Ever.
He’s just turning into a washing machine over this dinner. That’s all.
Five minutes later, some of it finally eases when Eddie finally shows up and sits down across from them. Alone.
Alone?
“Sorry, guys,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and breathes like he’s run a hundred miles. He’s hardly been looking distressed at all lately. He’s been glowing smiles and pretty laughs. Not pretty. Nice? Good? Good that he’s so much happier and at peace.
But he’s not that now.
“I would’ve—” Eddie checks his own watch, one that was a Christmas present that Buck had engraved with, all the time you need, and must realize how late he actually is. “Fuck. Sorry. Really sorry. I’ll buy? Unless you’ve already eaten and paid and are about to leave.”
Tommy shakes his head and has that nice smile that’s so reassuring. “We haven’t. Don’t worry about it.”
“We were waiting,” Buck adds and itches to ask him what’s wrong, why he’s late, why he looks— like he isn’t okay.
“Great.” Eddie nods tersely and it sounds anything but great. “They got anything stronger than wine and cocktails here? Because—” He doesn’t say. But he does make a face the conveys everything.
“Doubt it,” Tommy says. “But we can get something somewhere else. Is Mar— Mari?”
“Marisol,” Buck supplies. Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Is he supposed to care? There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s fine.
“Right,” Tommy says, which should say everything. Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy for months, Buck’s been with Tommy for months, and Tommy is pretty damn good at remembering people’s names. “Marisol. Is she still on the way?”
Eddie’s jaw gets very tight. “No. We’re done.”
Tommy looks at Buck and Buck looks at Tommy. They’re done? They broke up? Not that it’s particularly surprising. Part of the curse of dating someone you met on a call. Gotta be. Also the whole thing where Eddie has some kind of commitment issues or something because as soon as he gets a girlfriend, he has to spend all his time doing anything besides being with said girlfriend.
“So, drinking?” Tommy says.
Buck pushes his wine glass across the table. They usually share when they eat together. Drinks, food, anything. And he’s happy to offer it to the cause.
“Yes, drinking.” Eddie takes Buck’s wine and downs all of it.
Eddie’s single again. Marisol isn’t coming to dinner and she’s not part of their lives any longer. Not that Buck has a problem with her. She’s fine. She was nothing really. That wasn’t going to last. Eddie likes the idea of being with someone. So he says. He’s allergic to actually having a relationship for some reason.
The washing machine in Buck’s stomach disappears though. Which is so much better. Now, it’s just Buck hanging out with his best friend and his boyfriend.
Maybe there’s a little washing machine. It’s nothing though.
They order food and drinks, and Eddie only goes through a couple shots and three glasses of wine and one beer. But he eats and also drinks water and doesn’t seem inebriated at all. So, they focus on the meal and Tommy’s latest work stories of helicopter rescues.
It’s not until after Buck discreetly hands their waiter his credit card before they’re actually brought the bill, that Eddie actually starts talking.
“I kind of fucked up. Didn’t mean to. I owe you an apology,” he says and looks at Buck with worlds of regret and sorrow.
Whatever it is, Buck forgives him. He’s sure he’s done far worse than whatever it is. “Why? What, uh, what happened?”
Eddie doesn’t look at him. Or Tommy. He does shake his head but not like he’s saying no. More like he’s disgusted. “I let it slip that you two are— that you’re. Dating. Together. Boyfriends? Do you call each other that? Are you boyf— never mind, I let it slip. I’m sorry. That was my bad. Not my secret to tell.”
Tommy looks scrunched and confused again and Buck— he doesn’t understand what the problem is? No, he hasn’t told many people yet. But it’s not a secret that he and Tommy are together.
“Eds,” Buck says and immediately thinks he probably shouldn’t have called him that. He doesn’t know why. But he shouldn’t. “It’s fine. I’m not— It’s not a secret. I’m not hiding. Or— or in the closet? I’m out. Now. I’m bi and—” And he’s really happy about that. He really loves it. He’s bisexual. He loves women and men and whoever regardless of gender. And holy shit, does he love men right now. He really, really loves being with a man. He looks to his side and grins brightly at Tommy. “And I’m not ashamed or embarrassed that Tommy and I are together.”
There’s a cute half smile that curves the side of Tommy’s mouth and Buck so wants to kiss him. And do all sorts of other things with him.
“Well. Good.” Eddie taps his finger on an empty shot glass like he’s contemplating ordering another. “Still. Didn’t go well. Didn’t mean to out you like that.”
“Didn’t go well?” Tommy asks. “Saying that Evan and I are dating didn’t go well?”
Eddie purses his lips and does a slow, exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope. But at least I learned that now. Has the waiter brought our check yet? Because I’m just going to drink more if I don’t head out soon. Not that I’m sad about her or anything. I’m pissed. You think you know someone, and no. No, she’s a raging homophobe.”
She— oh. Oh, that’s what happened. “She broke up with you because we’re gay? Bi and gay? Or— you know what I mean.” Is Tommy gay? Or bi? Or something else? Buck hasn’t actually asked what label he uses. How he qualifies his sexuality. He felt weird asking. It’s so personal. Is he supposed to ask? All he knows is that Tommy was into him. Tommy kissed him and it was breathtaking, incredible, magnificent and changed Buck’s whole life. He didn’t really think anything beyond that. Couldn’t really think beyond that.
Eddie definitively points at himself and then at phantom nothingness. “I dumped her. Because I said this was a double date with you guys and she said, well not really, and I said, no really. It’s a double date. Her and me and both of you. Double date. Except not her. Ever. Anymore. Because she had to go off about how it was wrong and made her uncomfortable and I ‘let both of you be alone with Christopher?’ And it couldn’t possibly be a date like me and her would go on a date because she’s a woman and I’m a man and that was normal. But you two are both men. Both muscular, powerful, masculine, manly firemen type men— so it could never be the same especially because neither one of you are flamey or girly or whatever, so it could never work, the two of you since neither one of you is ‘The Girl.’ Which is all bullshit. By the way. Obviously. And,” he finally stops and breathes, and there’s a hard swallow in his throat and his eyes are distant and his whole body is strung tight and if he could breathe fire? He probably would. Holy shit, he’s pissed off. Buck isn’t even sure he’s ever seen Eddie this angry at anyone who hasn’t hurt someone he loves.
Although. Technically she did? Not hurt per se, Buck doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks of him. But she was insulting them. So. Yeah, okay, of course fiercely protective Eddie would be angry.
“And anyway,” Eddie says, still never quite looking at Buck or even at Tommy. Never quite focusing on them. “That’s how I’m single and back on the market again.” He smiles a wide, bitter, snarky kind of smile, and steals the half-full beer glass in front of Buck and downs it in one gulp.
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#buddie#bucktommy#jenwyn wip#buddie wip#almost done with the whole thing should be up in the next day or so#911 abc#fic: test drive
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TYSM FOR THE REQUEST BABES I FINALLY GOT IT!!
Hopper’s Cove
Jeremiah Fisher x fem! Reader
synopsis: nicole leaves you and your friends in hopper’s cove after conrad texts belly someone romantic. you call jeremiah to pick you up and help which leads to something more.
warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, praising kink, making out, nipple play
word count: 2k
a/n: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST!! i’m so excited for speak now tv… ONLY A COUPLE DAYS!!!
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A pair of car headlights shined on Taylor, Belly, and you as it pulled out of Hopper’s Cove. “What the fuck?” you yelled as you watched the car drive away, leaving the three of you stranded while naked in the lake.
Taylor swam over to the dock and pulled herself up. “They took everything!” She looked back at you and Belly with a look of distress on her face.
“What?!” Belly and you yelled in sync before swimming toward Taylor. You pulled yourself up and saw all your clothes were gone.
“The only thing they left was your phone,” Taylor said to Belly. She read the text plastered on the screen from Conrad which really incriminated Belly. Belly couldn’t help but crack a smile while Taylor read the semi-romantic text. “Belly! Focus!” Taylor hit her, causing Belly to snap out of whatever trance she was stuck in.
You thought about a solution while your friends argued. You knew there was one person to call and that was your best friend. “We have to call Jeremiah… and Conrad,” you said Conrad’s name like it was an afterthought. “They need to bring us our stuff.” You got your wet hair out of your face by tucking it behind your ear.
“No, I don’t want to start any more drama with Conrad.” Belly shook her head and frowned.
Taylor scoffed, “That doesn’t matter, Belly. We need to get our stuff back so we don’t get hypothermia.”
Belly continued to argue with Taylor about it, but you had already grabbed your phone and dialed Jeremiah’s number. He answered quickly, “Hello?” There was loud house party music blaring in the background.
“Jeremiah?” you said, your voice a bit shaky. “Nicole and her friends just left us in Hopper’s Cove while we were skinny dipping and she took all our shit.”
“Like what?” Jeremiah replied, obviously confused and concerned by the story you just gave him. “Are you okay? Who’s with you?”
“She took our clothes! I’m with Taylor and Belly.” You looked over at the two girls who listened intently. “Please hurry with our stuff.”
“I’m on the way,” Jeremiah said before hanging up. You put the phone down and looked over at the girls.
“He’s heading over,” you said, nodding at the girls. Taylor had a look of relief on her face while Belly still looked worried.
Jeremiah and Conrad’s cars pulled up to the cove, their headlights spotlighting you. “Y/N!” Jeremiah yelled as he sprung out of his car and ran toward you guys. “Holy shit, are you okay? What happened?” He leaned down to your level.
You shook your head. “Too much to explain right now.” He frowned as he stared into your eyes, your glossy eyes. It made him feel sick.
“Nicole gave me these,” Conrad said as he placed the clothes on the deck.
Taylor squinted her eyes and glared at Conrad. “We wouldn’t have been in this mess if you had just left Belly alone.” He didn’t say anything after that, he just frowned and stepped away. “Can you two turn around?”
Taylor’s words pulled Jere away from the intense eye contact between you two. “Yeah, of course!” he said, immediately getting up from his spot and turned away with Conrad.
The three of you got out of the pool and threw on your clothes. The dry cloth stuck to your wet body as you put on your shorts and shirt. Once the other girls finished, you said, “Okay. We’re good.”
They turned back around, now acting really awkward. Jeremiah cleared his throat and approached you. “How’s the driving situation gonna go?” he asked.
“Uh,” Belly spoke up. “We could ride with Conrad.” She glanced over at Taylor when she said that. Taylor glared at Belly when she said that, obviously not wanting to go. Belly muttered something to her which caused Taylor to roll her eyes and agree.
You looked up at Jere and smiled softly, “I can ride with you… if that’s fine with you.”
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. “Of course it’s fine.” He pulled away and looked up at Conrad, Taylor, and Belly. “We’ll meet you guys at the house.”
The group of three got in Conrad’s car and drove off while you and Jeremiah hopped into his car. He leaned back against the seat before looking over at you with a soft expression. “Now can you tell me what happened?” he asked.
You cleared your throat and let out a small hum. “Uh, yeah.” Your eyes trailed away from his. You couldn’t keep eye contact with him, it was nearly impossible.
Moments like these made you feel like you were incredibly vulnerable. Like any small move could really mess up this entire friendship between you two.
You cleared your throat, focusing on the lake in front of you. “Conrad texted Belly about how he really wanted to ask her to the deb ball and not only because Susannah told him to.” You looked back at him and frowned.
He let out a scoff and looked off to the lake as well. “Sounds like Connie,” he responded. He ran his fingers through his blonde curls and looked back at you. “So she took all your stuff because of that?”
You nodded your head and let out a small exhale, “It’s stupid. I didn’t expect her to be such a snake.” This won a laugh out of him which made a smile grow on your face. “Thank you for coming.” You looked down at your lap where you fiddled with your thumbs.
“Why wouldn’t I come?” he asked. “You’ll always have me.”
This sent a chill down your spine as you perked your head up. The way he said this sounded different than the other times he did. “What do you mean?” you asked. You didn’t know what made this feel different than the other times before.
His expression turned into a shocked one, you swore you could’ve seen his face dusted with blush. “Oh, well…” he started. “You know… I care about you a lot and… yeah!”
A smile played on your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Jeremiah Fisher, are you blushing?”
He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Shut up!” he laughed. “Yes, I am.” He looked back at you and smiled softly. You met his gaze, listening to the loud pounding of your heart in your ear. “Y/N,” he said, “I really like you. Like… I love you.”
Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped open slightly. His confession caught you completely off guard. Jeremiah loved you? Was he serious? “Really?”
“Definitely,” he said as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. A warm feeling crept through your veins and onto your cheeks. Now you were the one blushing.
“Jeremiah, I…” You closed your mouth and looked down at your hands as you rubbed circles onto his hand with your thumb. After taking a deep breath you turned back up to him with wide eyes and spoke very quietly. “Me too. I like you too.” Your cheeks flushed and you smiled a bright smile.
A smile spread on his face as he leaned over to place a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, your eyes fluttering shut. His lips tasted so sweet and you were giddy at the sensation.
His hand left yours and made its way down to your upper thigh. You broke away from the kiss out of shock before glancing down at his hand back to his eyes.
In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “Jeremiah. I want you to be my first.” His blue eyes pulled that out of you, and you were a bit embarrassed.
His eyebrows raised as his eyes widened. “Your first…?” He blinked a couple times in disbelief. “You mean…?”
You nodded your head. “Yes.” You grabbed his hand off your thigh and gripped onto it tightly. “Please?” you begged. You batted your eyelashes playfully as you stared into his eyes. You waited for his answer as he processed everything.
Slowly but surely, his face turned a deeper shade of red. He seemed hesitant to say yes to you, but eventually he did. “Okay.”
You nodded your head. “Okay.” You placed another kiss on his lips, this one more heated and passionate. You unbuckle your seatbelt while your lips continue to stay locked with his. You pulled away and crawled over the seat as he leaned back in the driver seat.
You straddled his lap and looked down at him, your hands now rested on his upper chest. He glanced down at your shirt before pulling his shirt off. You followed him and revealed your white bralette.
He stared at your body in awe, his hands slowly coming up to grope your breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” This caused your face to turn a deep shade of red as he snaked his hands around your back and unclasped the bra.
Your nipples hardened as his fingers grazed against your cool, damp skin. He placed kisses on your body before locking his lips around one of your nipples.
A quiet moan escaped from you as you tilted your head to the side. His hands trailed down to your lower back as he placed kisses on your boobs. “Jeremiah.” You mewled, grabbing his hair gently. He moaned into your skin when he heard you speak his name.
“You sound so sexy when you say my name,” he mumbled. You shook your head and giggled lightly as he sucked on your right nipple.
He gave quick licks against your bud which drove you mad, but it wasn’t enough for you. “Jere,” you whimpered. “Stop teasing!”
“But you sound so sexy when you say my name…” he whispered, kissing the tip of your right breast. You bit your bottom lip and clenched your fists in his blonde locks. “Hurry up, Jeremiah.”
He giggled at your whines, but gave into your requests. He pulled away and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down just enough for him to palm his dick in his hand. You slid down your shorts and panties, looking at him with anticipation. “Are you on anything?” he asked.
You nodded your head, “Plan B.”
“Okay,” he answered and looked down at his erection. “You ready?” he asked softly.
“God, yes. Yes, please,” you replied.
With a smirk on his face, he aligned himself with your entrance. He inserted himself inside you, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. You rocked your hips back and forth at a steady pace.
He groaned at your movement, his hands held onto your hips to guide you. “Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. So perfect…”
Your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your hips faster against him. You held back a small moan as a tightness began forming in your core. As quickly as it came, the pain disappeared, leaving behind a warm feeling instead.
You opened your eyes and focused them on Jeremiah. He had his eyes closed with a satisfied look etched across his features. His breaths were heavy, he didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down, he must’ve been really turned on.
Your movements began slowing down. Your hips still moved rhythmically to give him an amazing time. He groaned at how close he felt you getting to your orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips. “Just cum, Y/N. Come on.”
Your eyes rolled back as you released a high pitched moan. Your muscles tensed up as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter than before. You had never felt more pleasure in your life as you came.
You opened your eyes again once you felt the last drop fall. Your eyes went wide and you let out a soft gasp. “Holy fuck, Jeremiah…”
He smirked before placing his forehead against yours. “You did so good,” he grinned.
He brought both of his hands up to your face, cupping both of your cheeks. Before he pressed his lips against yours quickly.
When he pulled away, he asked, “You ready to go? Conrad and them are probably worried we died or something.”
“Yeah,” you giggled. You got off him and sat back down in the passenger seat. You checked your phone and saw that Belly and Taylor had been blowing up your phone.
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Vienna. One.
Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.
pairing - carmen berzatto x reader
warnings - cursing. references to mikey’s death.
word count - 2k
authors note - strap in, this one’s gonna be a rollercoaster!! can’t wait to get into this a little more. I love this show, and we’re gonna have so much fun getting lost in that world. this series is going to make you laugh, cry, scream, and want to throw your phone at my head. get ready <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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home (hōm) - the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
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Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.
You’ve been staring at the outside of the building for fifteen minutes.
It looks so different that you had to check the street sign, ensuring you are where you thought you were.
The Bear.
It was The Beef, the last time you were here. Stood in this very spot, tears dripping down your face, you bid farewell to the life you once knew.
Now you’re back.
It looks slick, professional, high end. It’s all polished glass and sharp edges, a drastic contrast from what once stood here.
You wonder what Michael would think.
The thought sends a pang of sadness through your heart, which you shake off as quickly as possible. Today should be a happy day, you remind yourself. Emphasis on should.
You take a deep breath and try the door of the restaurant, surprised when you find it unlocked. Walking inside, you have to stop and take in what’s in front of you.
No more sticky floors or peeling paint or arcade machines. No more flickering lights or red pleather booths or plastic cutlery.
The restaurant you’re currently stood in is slick, spotlessly clean, perfectly laid out. It’s like something out of a magazine. You’re in shock, bewildered by the transformation.
“Holy shit.”
The kitchen door has swung open, and across from you stands Richie Jerimovich.
“Am I hallucinating, or what?”
You laugh, and before you know it, he’s striding towards you, throwing his arms out for you to jump into. He wraps you in a bear hug, spinning you in circles like when you were a kid. You’re dizzy when he puts you down, his hand grabbing your shoulder to steady you on your feet.
“You hallucinate often these days, old man?”
“Old man,” he scoffs. “Yeah fuckin’ right. Do I look old to you?”
“You want me to answer that?”
He shoves you playfully, shaking his head.
“Thought I was seeing ghosts when I saw you stood in here.”
“If anyone’s hallucinating, it’s me. How… how did you do this? It’s like a whole new restaurant, Cousin.”
“Pretty cool, huh?”
“Really cool. I think I stood and stared at the sign outside for like twenty minutes. Seriously.”
He throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in.
“He’d have liked it, right?”
You can hear the slight waver in his voice, well disguised insecurity peeking through.
“He’d have fucking loved it, Richie.”
He presses a kiss into your hair, bumping your hip with his affectionately.
“So what, you’re like, a big boss here now?”
“I’m in charge of front of house, actually. I’ve been professionally trained and shit. Oh, guess what?”
“What?”
“I wear suits now. Every night.”
“You’re kidding. Bet you wear them well, too,” you tease, laughing when he kicks your foot with his. “You always scrubbed up well.”
“You gotta see it for yourself. We’ll make you up a table tonight, get you to try everything.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay. I’m not gonna put you guys out like that.”
“Vi, you’re not putting us out. And you and I both know Carmen isn’t going to take no for an answer.”
Your heart skips a beat at the very mention of his name.
“I just don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
“Babe,” he practically whines, pulling you into him, “you are never an inconvenience. For any of us.”
“Okay, okay,” you relent, resting your head on his arm. “I can’t wait.”
Richie grins, excitement vibrating off him.
“Okay, let me look at you. You look good, Vi!”
You mock a twirl, spinning with a curtsy for good measure.
“I like your hair like this,” he compliments, plucking at a strand. “Suits you.”
“Thanks, Casanova,” you laugh. “How’s Eva?”
“Oh, she’s good. So good. Did you see all the pictures I posted from the Taylor Swift concert? I’m officially the best dad in the world.”
“I did, and they were the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s so big, now. Can’t wait to see her soon.”
“I’m sure she’ll be excited to see you. Cousin tells her stories about you all the time.”
“…he does?”
“Are you kidding? Of course he does. Sugar does too.”
A cool sense of relief washes over you. It’s nice to know that they haven’t forgotten about you, as stupid as it sounds. There’s something comforting about knowing they still talk about you, even when you’re gone.
He plants a kiss on the crown of your head as the kitchen door flies open once again. Marcus, Tina and Ebra file in, along with a girl you’ve never met before. They’re looking at you with curious expressions on their faces when you hear it.
“Does anyone know where the fuck I put my good knife?”
When he doesn’t get an answer, he strides into the restaurant, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you at Richie’s side.
He tries to speak, but he can’t.
Instead, he practically runs across the room, wrapping his arms around you as your feet leave the floor.
You bury your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in the smell of home that you’ve missed so much. He’s murmuring into your ear, but you can’t for the life of you work out what he’s saying. It’s all low and slow, careful to not be overheard. You tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, nudging his face back into your shoulder. He presses a gentle kiss to your skin, which sends a shiver down your spine that you’re praying he doesn’t notice.
Eventually, after what feels like hours, he pulls away to look at you. His hands are on your waist as if they belong there, as yours cradle his face.
“You’re home.”
He breathes it, as if he can’t quite catch a lungful of air.
“I’m home,” you say, sweeping your thumbs across his cheekbones. “You’re home.”
“I’m home.”
You’re completely unaware of the group of people watching you. They all know they should tear their eyes away, but they can’t seem to. It’s new, seeing Carmy like this with someone. They’re all wondering what the hell has happened.
“Fuck, I missed you.”
“I missed you,” he laughs, pulling you back in for another hug.
Pressing a kiss into your hair, he rocks you slightly, as if you’re both completely thrown off balance by the presence of the other.
You step back, giving him a once over.
“I like your tattoos, Carmen. Very hipster.”
“Shut up,” he chuckles, shoving you lightly. You shove him right back, both of you grinning like idiots.
His eyes flicker up, catching Sydney’s gaze. She looks completely bewildered, and a little uncomfortable. Carmy tugs you into his side, turning to face the crowd.
“Syd, this is Vienna. Vienna, Sydney. The rest of you guys know her.”
They all smile, meeting you in the middle for hugs and hellos. You hold your arms out to Sydney, who steps into them somewhat apprehensively, giving you a quick squeeze.
“My name isn’t actually Vienna, but it’s been a nickname for as long as I can remember. So you can call me Vienna, or Vi, or Enna. I get them all.”
She nods, visibly still a little confused. The door swings open one last time, and out walks Natalie.
“Oh my God!”
You give her a careful hug, on account of the bump she’s sporting.
“Oh, you look so beautiful, Sugar. You’re glowing!”
“It’s sweat from the kitchen babe, I swear.”
The blonde sits down at a table, and you join her, eager to catch up with one of your oldest girl friends. As you do, Sydney and Carmy reconvene a distance away.
“She’s pretty.”
“Yeah, she is.”
Carmen’s watching you as you talk to his sister, as if he’s worried you’ll bolt out the door at any given moment.
“Your… girlfriend?”
“Oh, no,” he’s suddenly a little flustered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “Best friend. We’ve known each other forever. Literally. Our mom’s had us a day apart. We were neighbours, grew up on the same street.”
“Ah. And she’s been away?”
“For a long time. Think it’s about five years, maybe more. I went to culinary school, she went to art school, both ended up living in different places.”
“Did you know she was coming back?”
“Jesus, Syd, is this twenty fuckin’ questions?”
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly, fiddling with the end of her braid. “You just seemed surprised to see her.”
“Yeah. I was. Had no idea she was back in town.”
“Did you guys keep in touch?”
He gives a look that says really?, but answers the question anyway.
“Not as much as we should have. It’s hard, being so far apart. We saw each other a few times, texted and called when we could. But it’s not the same.”
He glances in your direction to find you laughing with Natalie, a delicate hand placed on her growing stomach. Nat looks happy, carefree, like the young girl she once was. You seem to have that effect on people.
Richie pulls out a chair next to the pair, knocking into Carmy’s shoulder as he sits down.
“Told Vi we’d give her a table here tonight, so she can try everything. You should join her, catch up.”
Carmy reacts as if it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard, so Richie continues quickly.
“We need to be able to run this shit without you. One evening with you dining instead of cookin’ won’t hurt.”
“We’ve done it before,” Sydney adds, alluding to that fateful opening night. Richie snickers. Carmy doesn’t.
“And you’ll be here, it’s not like you’re a thousand miles away. We’ll come out and get you if we need help, Cousin.”
Carmy’s known his answer since the very first second Richie asked the question, but he’s trying to play it cool. He doesn’t want to give away just quite how excited the thought of an entire evening with you makes him.
“Fine.”
✵ ✵ · ✵ * · ✵
You and Sugar have ended up practically on each others laps at your table, whispering and giggling like old times. She’s telling you a story about something funny Pete said when you look over at Carmy, to find him already staring at you.
Your heart skips a beat as you catch his eyes, smiling gently at the fact he refuses to look away. He’s so timid with everyone else, so worried about what people think of him. He’s never as bold as when he’s with you.
You wink at him, quick and cheeky, and heat blooms across his cheeks instantly. He winks right back, stifling a grin by biting at his lip.
“You never told him, did you?”
Nat’s watching the two of you intently, gaze flicking back and forth between her brother and his childhood best friend.
You take a deep breath. And then another.
“No.”
“Vienna.”
Her tone is stern, almost scolding, and you suddenly feel sorry for the child who’s going to be on the receiving end of it one day soon.
“I couldn’t do it.”
She grabs your hand, resting them both in her lap.
“Secrets like that eat people alive, Vi.”
You squeeze her hand before dropping it, desperate for the conversation to be over.
“It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll tell him when the time is right.”
“The time is never right when it comes to Carmen. You and I both know this.”
You refuse to admit she’s right, even though deep down, you know she is absolutely is.
“You haven’t told him? Richie hasn’t either?”
“It’s not our place to tell him. You have to be the one to do it.”
You inhale carefully, risking a look over to where Carmy is stood up, pointing at a table in the corner of the restaurant. He’s clearly in Chef Mode, both him and Sydney speaking in a language you can’t even begin to understand.
He catches your eye and smiles, all bright and bashful, before resuming what he was saying.
You don’t want to hurt him.
You think it might be inevitable.
Everything is the same. Nothing has changed. Everything has changed. Nothing is the same.
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Werewolf Keegan x reader
2k | fluff
Keegan had the stiffest neck known to man (part 2)
It all started with a recon duty.
Alone, Keegan lay prone, seamless in the bushes in his dark attire. The full moon perched high, softened by the thick fog. The gentle rain tricked down the back of his neck under his mask.
He aimed down his sight, following the guard on patrol as he waited, waited for him to separate from the other. He took his time rounding the corner, puffing on his cigarette, rifle slung against his body.
As Keegan positioned his finger on the trigger, a branch snapped behind him.
His head whipped over his shoulder to see a shadow a few feet away, crouching. He jumped to his feet, heart pulsing in his ears. He yanked out his sidearm as the large beast pounced and pinned him down with a thump. The force knocked the gun out of his hand.
He freed his right arm with a grunt. He ripped his blade out its sheath, ramming it into the creature’s side repeatedly. It howled in pain and leapt away.
He staggered up, panting. In a swift move, he reverse gripped his bloodied knife. The beast growled, its brilliant yellow eyes glinting. Head lowered in caution, it stepped sideways, blood pouring out of the stabs.
“Come at me, bitch,” he spat out, mirroring its movement.
It snarled, the sound piercing, baring its pointy teeth before retreating into the woods.
He dropped to his hands and knees, heart beating out of his chest as sharp pain ran up his thigh. His pant leg had been shredded, the cuts under gushing blood. He let out an uneven breath. The bastard got him after all.
“Six-Two, how copy? What was that?”
He tried reaching for his comms, but fell to his side as he heaved, eyelids growing heavy.
“Keegan, do you copy?” The urgency in Merrick’s voice grew.
The crackle of his radio was the last thing he heard before everything went silent.
When Keegan woke with a grunt, the sun had just peeked over the horizon, casting a blue hue upon the woods. Leaves and twigs crunched in the distance.
His eyes fluttered open as he sat up, his head spinning. He reached for his holster before he realised he was all skin.
“What the fuck,” he muttered, wincing as he turned his neck. His clothes and gear strewn not too far from his camping spot the night before.
“Keegan,” a hushed voice called out, growing closer by the second.
He dove to his clothes, slipping them on frantically despite the dried mud on his body. Had it been that cold that he was delirious, like hypothermia victims who’d paradoxically shed their clothes? But if he’d got to that point, he wouldn’t have been alive then.
“Ajax! I’m here.”
His head whipped to Keegan. He breathed a sigh of relief as he jogged over. “We thought we lost you!” His eyes scanned over his body. “Oh shit, what happened?”
He followed his line of sight down to his mangled pants. He’d forgotten about his thigh. It didn’t hurt anymore.
“Oh. I- Fuck, there was a wolf. Huge.”
“Holy shit,” he muttered, reaching for his comms. “Scarecrow, he’s secure. Need medical. We’re heading to LZ.”
Ajax’s brows furrowed at how he made his way back with the state of his thigh, but Keegan was just relieved the mission had been a success despite the setback from his side.
On the ride back to base as he recounted the night before to his peers, his pants were cut to reveal his wound which had mostly dried up. He could have sworn the cuts were deep – look at the blood soaked cargos, but maybe his team was right, he just couldn’t see well in the dark.
Back on base as he cleaned his blade, the only evidence that the beast even existed, the bits of his dream came back to him. He tore through the woods on black paws to his heart’s content, each step light, unbothered by the nightfall.
It had felt impossibly real, the ground wet under him, the cold rain on his skin despite the thick fur. The smell of earth was comforting to the point of intoxicating, calling him back home.
Keegan chalked the night up as a fluke, a once in a lifetime occurrence he’d recall and brag about to the recruits. He got the scars to prove it after all.
But he had that dream again the month after.
Often when adjusting back to life after missions, his senses would overload the first few days. This time though, it was even more so. The hair on the back of his neck stood and the sweat only trickled more as the sky darkened.
This time as he lied on his couch, he remembered the warmth instantly rising to his skin, the tingling at his fingertips, the ringing in his ears. He couldn’t control his limbs when he stood and ripped his clothes off, before white hot pain seared his body for a split second.
Despite the light head and what felt like the worst case of sleeping wrong, he was surprisingly stable as he got off the floor and made his way back to the couch. But instead of turning to sit, he swiftly climbed onto it and lied down on his belly.
Wait, that’s not right…
He looked down. Two black paws on the upholstery. He let out a scream, but it didn’t sound right either.
He jumped off and barged through the bathroom door to meet a large black dog. Keegan jumped, making it bark. He froze in place as its growling resonated within the walls.
With the delay in his thoughts and movements, it took him way too long to realise he was dreaming. You never look right in mirrors.
He boofed, paws up on the counter. He tilted his head, tongue lolling as he revelled in his long snout and sharp teeth. His pointy ears and jet black floof made him feel far more like an oversized dog despite the yellow eyes – the only tell that he was a wolf. He chuckled to himself, or whatever the canine equivalent was.
It was dark outside, but he’d always wondered what it felt like to roll around on the grass. He pranced out, standing on his hind legs to open the door to no avail. His front paws slid right off the shiny, round door knob.
After a few attempts, he let out a sigh as he turned back to his apartment. What else would a dog do? Drink from the toilet bowl? Chew on shoes? Rummage through trash? None of those sounded particularly interesting.
Oh, he had a soft rug! He’d take what he could get.
He rolled on it as he panted for what felt like hours before his movements slowed and things went fuzzy again.
As vivid as the dream was, Keegan couldn’t write it off as another glitch because once more, he woke up bare with the stiffest neck known to man. The evidence stared back at him in the form of black fur all over the couch and rug.
“What. The. Fuck.” He sat up, reaching for the fur around him. He rubbed it between his fingers.
If not for the snarl over the comms, his team mates didn’t even believe him about the wolf with how shallow the cuts were that morning. They would certainly laugh at him if he told anyone about what just happened. He knew he’d lose his marbles if Ajax told him something similar.
He had to get to the bottom of this on his own. But first, he had to quench the odd craving for dry cereal.
Legend had it, you turned into a werewolf if you got scratched or bitten by one. Every night of the full moon, you’d get the urge to-
He scrolled down further, shoving more cereal into his mouth in his boxers.
A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year… His body would feel like it’s on fire… The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…
The mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons… Rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently…
He snickered. What a load of bullshit.
If this whole thing was real, he’d hear it on the news. But he never did, because this was insanity.
Yes, yes, he couldn’t explain the very-much-physical floof all over his apartment. But if for whatever reason he could chill as a wolf once a month, he wasn’t going to complain. As far as he knew there were no drawbacks to it if he could time it with his days off.
Maybe next time he could finally turn the door knob.
With every full moon, Keegan grew more and more comfortable in his new body. Every weekend he was home, he rented a humble cabin off the hiking site, thoroughly enjoying running through the woods and the solitude at the top of the mountain.
See, the lore was nonsense. He didn’t get sick anymore during the full moon (or ever). He could even shift on demand now - his deployments didn’t deter the doggo lifestyle. This was actually fun!
Until he burnt up during a mission. He could barely stand with his spinning head, and so he was sent to the safehouse to recover. He popped each and every pill he was prescribed, but his fever only worsened. He felt so hot… and bothered.
Was he given the wrong meds on accident? Who the fuck would prescribe medications with such side effect, during a mission at that?
He waited. An hour. Two hours.
With a sigh, he did what every man would to get the situation over with, yet the problem remained. Now sweating even more, he collapsed onto the floor with a pathetic grunt; his body like it was on fire.
On fire… On fire…
With the remaining energy he had, he grabbed his phone and navigated back to the lore from months before.
A werewolf experiences his rut 2-3 times a year. For days, his body would feel like it’s on fire with the desire to mate, marking his entrance into adulthood. The wolf will then begin his journey to find his fated mate…
His eyes narrowed.
Some say fated mates share scars and/or birthmarks, but one would ‘know’ he has found his mate when he can single out their scent and becomes possessive of them.
His face scrunched.
After meeting his mate, the mating bond is to be made within 7 full moons. Failure or rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently by the 8th full moon, often turning feral from the heartache.
He dry retched. He never doubted the fact that he liked women, of the human variety.
To make the bond, the werewolf draws the blood of his mate from between their neck and shoulder under the full moon. The bond is only sealed if the pair loves each other and shares a dream that night. The mate can then choose to remain human or be turned into a werewolf by getting bitten in the same spot.
Wait. Human, you say?
As ridiculous as the lore seemed, he had nothing to worry about. There were no soulmates for him. The timer would never start because he knew he was meant to be alone.
So yeah, that was Keegan P. Russ.
He served his country as a Sergeant, kissed his mum on the cheek when he came home. He recycled, paid his bills on time, and gave up his seat to pregnant women and the elderly. He abided to traffic rules and had no road rage (at least that’s what he told himself).
Oh, and thanks to one recon duty, he was now a werewolf.
Heh. Good luck trying to ruin my life.
But as we all know, fate has a funny way of catching up to you.
More Keegan: second chance, fake dating
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Making snow angels but imagine this! Steve is the angel on your shoulder and Eddie is the devil! And and and one day you hit your head or something and you see both of them! It doesn’t even have to be romantic just like how would they explain why two random dudes are in your room after you wake up(imagine you hit your head, went to sleep) and next morning you wake up to two rando dudes sitting on your bed discussing something! Idk funny. This might be stupid but I just thought about it and how that conversation would go 😅😅
A/N: omg shut up I LOVE THAT!! *my brain immediately going to extremely smutty places and losing it at the wild possibilities*
Word count: 616
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“I think she can see us.”
“I don’t know, maybe she just actually did get a concussion last night.”
Staring in complete and utter shock at the two strangers standing at the foot of your bed, your voice trembled as you asked, “w-who are you and what are you doing here?”
“Holy shit,” the one with long dark curls cursed.
“Tell me right now or I swear I’ll scream!” you treated, scurrying up as close to the headboard as you could.
“She can see us? She can see us,” the other one realised, “alright,” he looked straight at you, then wondered underneath his breath, “how the fuck do I do this…” flashing you a bright and slightly nervous smile, he said, “hi! I’m Steve and this is Eddie.”
“How did you get in my room?” your wild eyes darted from one to the other.
“Well, we’re sort of always around you,” Eddie shrugged.
“You-…” there was only one logical explanation to this. You had a stalker, or more accurately, you had two. “Please don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you?” Steve’s brows furrowed as he swiftly sat down on the edge of the mattress, “we would never hurt you!”
“I mean,” the other’s ever-present smirk grew bigger, “unless you want us to-”
“Hold your split tongue for once in your life, Munson!” Steve snapped, glaring back at his partner. Dropping his harshness at once, he glanced back at you and spoke, “Y/n, don’t listen to him, just look at me and take a deep breath for a second.”
“Who are you? What do you want with me?”
Not waiting a second longer to respond, Eddie blurted out, “we are your shoulders’ devil and angel.”
“Dude,” Steve whipped his head around again, “you could have softened the blow a little.”
“Well, I’ve never done this before, what do you expect me to do?” he replied, defensively waving his arms around.
“Is this some sort of joke?” you asked, still clutching your knees to your chest, “did Robin put you up to this?”
Looking you in the eye, Steve said, “I swear we’re telling you the truth.”
Still not convinced, you challenged, “then prove it,” not really sure what it was you were asking them to do.
“Alright,” Eddie accepted the test, listing off confidently, “you usually always have oatmeal for breakfast but yesterday you had toast, 6 months ago you started lying to your friends and told them that you weren’t a virgin anymore, that you had fooled around with some guy during summer break when in reality you went away to visit your grandparents and spend your days playing bridge, and lastly, you say that pillow is only for decoration,” he pointed to the pink, firm one beside you, “but we are all well aware that’s not why you keep it on your bed…”
“I-…” your breath got caught in your throat, “but, you’re not on my shoulders…”
“Yeah, that part is more of an expression.”
“Holy shit… so you two are always here?”
“Always have, always will,” Eddie stated.
“Wait,” you winced, squeezing your eyes shut as you asked, “does that mean-, have you seen me naked?”
“Of course not,” Steve rushed to say, though Eddie swiftly corrected him.
“Don’t lie, Steve, it’s not a good look on you. Yes,” he smirked, virtually singing the words, “yes, we certainly have.”
“Oh my god…” you sank down deeper, hiding your face in your knees.
“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a totally normal and natural thing,” you felt Steve’s fingers brush over your right calf, “we’re used to it, barely even notice anymore, I swear.”
“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled, “that’s not what your dick said when she took a shower yesterday…”
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Mission Accomplished
Pairing: Rooster x female!reader
TW:angst with happy ending, swearing, I think that's it
Summary: You’ve spent the last two years running from your past but your luck runs out when you come face to face with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. (Based on this request)
Word Count: 2k
A/N: a month later and I finally got around to tackling this request. I hope it lives up to your expectations nonny!
You take a deep breath as you walk down the beach in front of the Hard Deck. It's a regular occurrence now, it helps you clear your head. You transferred to Hawaii when you and Bradley split after the Uranium mission two years ago, but after a recent injury, you were sent back to San Diego. You've been teaching at Top Gun for the last three months and you just received medical clearance to get back to flying.
You were hoping to be sent back to Hawaii, but you just found out you're being assigned to another special detachment. The briefing is on Monday and you're taking the weekend to sort out your emotions. You're praying they don't bring the Dagger Squad back together but with your luck, the past you've been running from will probably be waiting for you bright and early.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a confused shout of your name, followed by feet hitting the sand. You stop in your tracks and your entire body tenses. It would seem that past you're trying to avoid couldn't wait.
Before you can think of an escape plan, Hangman is standing in front of you with a bright smile. "I'll be damned. It is you." He pulls you into a hug and you relax a bit. The two of you were close friends when you were both stationed at Top Gun. You always felt bad about leaving Jake behind when you took off, but he was a tie to Bradley and you couldn't stand it at the time.
He pulls back and you return his grin. "In the flesh." You laugh while doing a quick pose. He shakes his head like he can't believe you're really in front of him. "I'm guessing you're here for the detachment?" He asks and you nod your head.
"I'm assuming if we're both here, the rest of the Avengers aren't too far either?" You sigh and Jake laughs at your old nickname for the team. He nods his head to gesture behind you and you turn your head slightly. You groan when you see the rest of the team, including a certain curly-haired pilot.
You look back at Jake and see his eyes light up as he gets an idea. "We're playing dogfight football. You should come join." He's barely gets the last word out before you violently shake your head no. "Absolutely not. That's a terrible idea."
Jake rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, taking a wide stance in front of you. "Come on, it's the least you can do after disappearing without so much as a 'fuck you' two years ago." He smirks and you give him a death glare. "That's low, even for you."
"Maybe," he shrugs. "But it's working isn't it?" You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Fine," you point your finger at him. "One round. That's all you're getting. And you owe me a drink." Jake gives a victory fist pump and small cheer before wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
"Deal." He says leading you to the group.
Phoenix is the first one to notice the two of you and she shoots up off the sand. "Holy fuck. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were in Hawaii!" She runs forward and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, all but squealing in your ear.
You laugh lightly and hug her back. You forced yourself to lock away anything to do with this portion of your life, and you didn't realize just how much you missed everybody.
She pulls away and leads you to sit down where you're met with a chorus of excited 'welcome backs' and a few fist bumps. You feel Bradley staring at you but do your best to ignore his presence.
"I got hurt during an ejection a few months ago so I've been teaching here." Phoenix's eyes widen at the information but she stays silent. "Just got clearance and the first thing they do is put me on a special detachment with you clowns." You jest and Jake laughs as he sits and passes you a cold beer.
Jake claps his hands together and stands abruptly. "Let's get this party started. Dibs on Y/N." You smile and stand next to him, gently bumping your shoulders together. You hear Bradley scoff and don't bother to hide your irritation.
"I don't think that's fair. You can't call dibs on another person." He gripes rising to his feet.
You eye him with annoyance and place your hands on your hips. "It's a real shame nobody asked for your opinion." You bite out and you hear Jake cough to cover up a laugh.
Bradley's face is hard as he stares at you, but you can see emotion swimming in his eyes. If you didn't know any better you'd think it was hurt and…longing? That doesn't make any sense though. Last you heard Bradley has a revolving door of girlfriends.
Your focus is brought back when the group finishes pairing off and starts walking further down the shore. One round your ass, you're here to win now.
An hour later and the two teams are neck and neck. You watch as Bob passes the ball to Bradley and before you can think, you're sprinting after your ex.
You tackle Bradley around the waist and he falls to the sand with a loud 'oof'. "Don't let that hurt your ego too much." You taunt and he smirks up at you. You narrow your eyes and point an accusatory finger in his face.
"Quit looking at me with that stupid expression. You're pissing me off." You turn on your heel and stomp off, not noticing the rest of the group watching the interaction.
Phoenix shakes her head and turns to Jake. "When are those idiots going to realize they still love each other?' She sighs and Jake shrugs. "Maybe they need a shove."
After another few minutes, you score the winning touchdown and laugh loudly as Jake picks you up to spin you around. He lingers for a second and you notice him look at your lips before he sets you down.
Your eyebrows shoot up at the behavior, but before you can ask what the hell it was about, Jake has you thrown over his shoulder with his hand just below the curve of your ass. "Let's get you that drink, Champ."
Meanwhile, Bradley feels his face get hot and his fists clench as he watches the two of you. Jake? Really? The two of you had always been close but you wouldn't go for your ex's frenemy. Would you?
Jake sets you down on the patio of the Hard Deck and you look up at him with adoration. Jake is a handsome man, but the two of you have never come close to crossing that line. He looks behind you and gets a mischievous look in his eyes.
Before you have time to question it, you hear Bradley. "Get lost." His voice is laced with venom and Jake raises his hands in surrender before sending you a wink and leaving the two of you alone.
You turn to Bradley with a scowl. "What the hell was that about?" His eyes are dark and he's in a defensive stance. "I could ask you the same thing." He scoffs and you feel confusion wash over you. "I know what you're doing! The last time you smiled like that, you were looking at me." He spits.
Within seconds you feel rage replace your confusion. Truthfully, you would never go there with Jake, but you want nothing more than to hurt Bradley right now.
"What I do and who I do it with is none of your business." You bark. "If you're here to talk about feelings, I'm out." You turn to walk into the Hard Deck and Bradley grabs your wrist.
"Don't walk away from me." He frowns and you whip around. "Let go of me." You seethe. "I'm not the one who walks away Bradley. That's you, remember?" Bradley can see the pain you're trying to mask and he softens a bit, releasing your wrist.
"I didn't want to hurt you." His voice is soft and you laugh bitterly. "You didn't want to hurt me? Well, guess what asshole, you hurt me." You shake your head in disbelief at the man in front of you. "We could have had a future, you know. I wanted it all with you. But you ruined it."
Bradley feels his heart snap and you walk towards the entrance to the bar but stop with your hand on the knob. You face him once more, this time your voice less lethal. "Why do you care who I'm with anyway? You've moved on. Can't I do the same?"
You look at Bradley through your lashes and he looks puzzled. His brows furrow and he takes a tentative step toward you. Your heart flutters when his cologne wafts over to you. He smells exactly the same, and you fight to keep your knees from wobbling.
"Do I look like I've moved on?" The question is rhetorical and you don't move back as he takes another step forward. He's only a couple feet away now and you feel your breathing start to quicken at the proximity.
"You're all I can think about. I feel your absence in everything that I do, everywhere I go. I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. It's you. It's always been you. I was an idiot, I thought that losing you on purpose would be easier than you being taken from me. It was never because I stopped loving you." He's directly in front of you now and he reaches up to wipe a tear you didn't realize had fallen.
"When I heard you got hurt, my soul left my body. I requested this assignment when Mav told me you were here. I'm so in love with you it hurts and I can't bear to be away from you anymore." You're full-on crying now and he leans forward to place your foreheads together.
You feel his minty breath on your lips and you whimper. "I know you love me too. Please, tell me you love me too." He begs and you try to put distance between you. Bradley can hear his heart break when you pull away and a tear falls down his cheek.
You take a deep breath and will your voice not to crack. "I don't love you, Bradley."
His throat constricts and he frantically shakes his head. "Don't say that, baby. I know I fucked up. I know I did but don't shut me out. Let me in. Please let me in." He chokes and you feel your willpower crumbling.
He lurches forward to grab your face in his hands and brings your head up to look at him. You squeeze your eyes shut, well aware that being this close to Bradley will break you.
"Open your eyes." He whispers and you slowly peel them open to see his tear-stained face. " Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me. Tell me you hate me and you never want to see me again and I swear I'll listen."
Another round of hot tears make their way down your face and onto your neck as you stifle a sob. "Please don't make me say it again, Roos. You know I can't." You plead and he kisses the tears off your cheeks.
"Please, give me the opportunity and I will spend the rest of my life earning your trust back." You swallow thickly and lean into his hand. "Okay."
He leans back in surprise. "Okay?" You nod your head and let out a watery laugh. "Yes, okay." Bradley lifts you up and spins you around with his head buried in the crook of your neck.
After a minute he leans back. "Can I kiss you?" He asks hesitantly. "You better." You quip with a smile and within seconds Bradley has you captured in a breathtaking kiss. You spend the next few minutes like this before breaking apart for air. The two of you share a bright smile, happy to be back in each other's arms.
Inside, the rest of the team watches, cheering when you finally reconnect. Jake clinks his beer against Phoenix's. "Mission accomplished."
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lucifer
lucifer watching you sleep
reunion w/ lucifer
open affection with lucifer
lucifer x witch!mc
random texts with lucifer
your heart’s on my horizon - 1.8k
“And you don’t know what kind of curse?” Lucifer runs a hand through his hair anxiously. You stir slightly but still do not wake.
“We’ve got it narrowed down. Nothing too harmful, at least for demons, but the main concern is that we’re not sure how it’ll interact with a human. We’re just waiting for MC to wake at this point.”
Lucifer crouches down, examining your face closely. At least you don’t look like you’re in pain. Removing a glove, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. It’s as he’s doing this that your eyes flutter open, taking him in.
“MC?” he asks panickedly, and Diavolo hurries closer, leaning over you as well. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, I’m more than alright,” you say, sitting up. “Now that you’re here, Lucifer, I’m perfect.”
haunted & holy - 2k
“We’ll always be together, right?” you asked, clasping his hand softly.
“Of course,” Lucifer replied with ease, flipping your hand over so he could hold it for real. “Nothing in this world could ever take me from you.”
Oh, how those words played in his head when he fell, your tear-stained face the last thing he had seen. Your hand, reaching futilely for him, even as you were pulled back by several other angels.
can’t afford to lose you any longer - 2.3k
stepping into the hall, he clicks on mammon’s contact, holding his phone to his ear. it rings several times, but just as he thinks it’s going to go to voicemail, his younger brother picks up.
“lucifer!” mammon says. “oh thank god. i was just about to call ya!” mammon’s voice is loud, nervous. something is definitely wrong. why would mammon be calling him?
“what’s the matter?” lucifer asks, a bad feeling unfurling in his chest.
“it’s about mc,” mammon says, grave. “they got into an accident, and are in the hospital. i was gonna call ya sooner but satan said i should wait ‘till the doctor told us what was goin’ on.”
“what? mammon, what happened? are they okay?”
mammon hesitates. “they’re not in any immediate danger,” he hedges, and lucifer growls. “okay, okay. they’re in a coma, caused by the exertion of magical energy-”
“magical energy?” lucifer exclaims, but mammon barrels on.
“-but it’s estimated they’re not in any danger,” mammon continues, “we just don’t know when they’ll wake up yet. ‘pparently some lower-level dirtbags got brave due to your absence and decided to ‘purify the devildom once more.’” lucifer could hear the disgust in his voice.
mammon
playing pool with mammon
school play lead!mammon
“for you my dear? anything.”
getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting
modeling with mammon | part 2
mammon with a chubby/fat mc
roller skating with mammon
mammon and sick!mc
painting a mural with mammon
dancing at the royal ball with mammon
rejecting nightbringer!mammon
meet-cute with mammon
It’s mammons bday again
swirl with mammon
mammon's birthday
random texts with mammon
selfish, for once - 18k
Mammon… is not what you were expecting. Instead of some horrific creature, you’re met with a pretty normal-looking guy, all things considered. Sure, he’s got horns and wings, but that’s it. Oh. He has abs, too. So horns, wings, and very prominent abs.
“My name is MC,” you say bravely, looking very intently at his eyes, which are an inhumane blue. “And I summoned you. I wish to make a pact.”
“A pact?” Mammon squawks, confusing you. “That’s what you were tryin’ to do?”
You raise a brow. “Yes?”
Mammon curses, slipping into the rough tones of the underworld. “A goddamn pact. Shit.” Shaking his head roughly, he fixes you with a hard look. “Hate to break it to you, Sweetcheeks, but you fucked up.”
“What?” You squint at him. “No. No way. I followed all of the instructions perfectly.”
“And there’s your problem. Whoever told you that was a pact spell was lyin’ to you.” Mammon seems genuinely distressed, and you feel very out of your element.
“Well then, what kind of spell was it?”
Mammon winces like he was hoping you weren’t going to ask. “It’s a, uh, binding spell. We’re bound together now. Our souls are, for a lack of a better term, intertwined.”
chaos causer - 10k
Alone for the holidays? Mad at your family? Hire me to ruin the night.
I am a human magic user that has recently had a lot of time open up to me with nothing to fill it. Why not use this time in a meaningful way? I asked myself, before dismissing the idea. I’m a young adult willing to pretend to be your date for any holiday dinner or party.
Thanks to my magic, I can play any age, except child (for obvious reasons), and have no problem changing my appearance as need be. I am a skilled actor and promise to sell my character well. Your satisfaction is guaranteed.
I revel in causing chaos and making things worse.
I require no payment aside from the free meal. This offer is available to anyone in any of the three realms, as I have experience dealing with an assortment of humans, angels, and demons. Do NOT contact me with unsolicited offers or services.
home is wherever I’m with you - 1.3k
"let’s get out of here,” you say one day, in the wake of an explosive argument between the brothers that left mammon nearly in tears.
“what?” he says, tilting his head towards you. “just- drive?”
“yeah. we’ll come back eventually, but let’s just go somewhere that’s not here.” mammon doesn’t look quite convinced, so you double down, pleading with him. “i’ll take all of the blame and everything. please mammon, i just want to explore some.”
“lucifer’ll kill us.”
“not if he can’t find us,” you say with more cheekiness than you feel, making mammon snort half-heartedly. “c’mon,” you wheedle, “just the two of us, complete freedom, no tasks, no chores-”
“fine,” mammon agrees, and you grin. you feel impulsive and wild, the wanderlust already taking over. “let’s do it.”
liminal spaces (in my heart) - .9k
you and a handsome stranger keep meeting in the oddest of places. mammon x gn!reader
Golden - 4k
“MC. I know you want to do something for Mammon’s birthday.”
“How do you-”
“All-seeing time lord, remember?” His tone held a note of humor. “Anyway, I have a plan. There is a car in the parking lot of the school, that has swimming suits, a picnic, and everything you’d need for the beach.”
“Diavolo’s?”
“Yes. Now, as a responsible person, I shouldn’t be suggesting you skip school, but I also know Mammon is deeply upset, and the sooner you head out the better. You will know the car when you see it. It is by the back of the lot.” Barbatos gave you a small smile.
*
When everyone forgets Mammon’s birthday you can’t let it slide. With the help of Barbatos, you take him to the beach for an afternoon that hopefully makes up for everyone else’s forgetfulness.
angry at all the things i can’t change - 1.9k | part 2 - 3k
ask from @/dexpairs-blog: Hi! If that’s ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they’re asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they’re treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved.
*
Five times you give Mammon the love and care he deserves and one time you make sure the other brothers get what’s coming to them.
levi
nervous!MC asking levi out
getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting
playing scary games with levi
drinking with levi
misunderstandings with levi
levi’s fkn hot
levi's bday (yr 3)
satan
seeing snow with satan
domestic morning with satan
comparing now
spring walk
asmo
mc wanting to learn about asmo’s interests (fem!reader)
‘ruination’ with asmo
asmo x goth!mc • part 2
meeting asmo at the club
dancing with asmo
like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love
*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!
beel
beel with a mc who works out with him
beel concerned about mc’s appetite
mc not being scared of beel
getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting
tipsy!reader telling beel you love him
beel winning you a teddy bear
seeing the sunrise with beel
giving beel candy
should have known better w/ beel
human world buffet
stupid handsome boys
“just stay with me”
love thy neighbor - 7k
Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.
“Whoah,” the stranger says, and you shift the boxes remaining, moving them out of your way. Without the box that had been on top, it’s much easier for you to get a handle on everything. “Careful there,” he continues once you’re finally able to see him, and you have to adjust where you’re looking because seriously, this guy is way taller than you expected.
Or, living next door to a demon.
belphie
belphie doesn’t like sleeping with you
showing him constellations
what might be memory feels like flesh and bone - 1.4k | part 2 - 1.1k
He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.
It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.
*
He did not deserve your kindness.
Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.
And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.
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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | March 20th-26th 2023
Looks like it's been a good week for me! 😅 some great fics this week, some new WIPs!
My babes, my dudes, my pals - for the love of all that is holy, please put your socials in your fic notes, in your ao3 profiles, everywhere! Help me rec you please! 😊
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The Most Delicate Flower by SneezyCoffin (prettyboyblues) (No Upside Down AU, Tattoo Artist Eddie, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie has has a crush on Steve Harrington for years and now has the opportunity to tattoo him in his own house. Steve, however, forgets his wallet. (Part 1 of Steddie florist/tattoo artist)
Broken Hearts and Heart Tattoos by SneezyCoffin (prettyboyblues) (No Upside Down AU, Tattoo Artist Eddie, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie has has a crush on Steve Harrington for years and now has the opportunity to tattoo him in his own house. Steve, however, forgets his wallet. (Part 2 of Steddie florist/tattoo artist)
snooze button by Adure/ @toburnup (Dreamsharing, PWP | < 1K | Explicit): Eddie wakes up to the feeling of fingers running down his chest even though he's alone in bed. This hasn't happened in a long time. (Eddie feels the physical sensations when someone dreams about him). (Part 1 of parasomnia)
almost lucid by Adure/ @toburnup (Dreamsharing, PWP | 1K | Explicit): Eddie keeps himself from slapping at his neck when he feels a tongue drag up the side, suck hard on the skin. They aren't kisses—it's like his neck is a wound and someone's trying to suck the poison out. He lets out a puff of air at the same time as the hand, two hands, grip his hair. Tugs on the back, hard. His knees nearly buckle. (Steve takes a nap, Eddie reaps the rewards) (Part 2 of parasomnia)
🖤 you give me pain, but you bring me pleasure (we’re dead or we’re alive) by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (Post-S4, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve | 13K | Explicit): Through the hangover of fear and loathing–and a generous helping of unresolved blunt trauma to the head–Steve forgets about Eddie’s visit from the night prior. He forgets the whispered confessions and breathless kisses shared on the couch downstairs. He forgets moaning into each other’s wanton mouths and Eddie’s strong hands coaxing him out of his head. He forgets and forgets and forgets and then–suddenly, dizzily, all at once–Steve remembers. (Part 2 of it’s rotten work (loving a heart like mine))
🖤 i'll be your morgue (slaughterhouse, killing floor, and final resting) by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (Post-S4, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve | 14K | Explicit): “What does it look like we’re doing, Harrington? We’re grocery shopping like a couple of suburban moms,” Eddie bumps his hip suggestively into Steve’s, “Though, I think you’re far better suited to play housewife than I am—especially, if those birthing hips of yours have anything to say about it.” He jokingly winks, but Steve doesn’t return it, because his mouth is hanging open like a speared fish in shock. Eddie calling him a “housewife,”even in a joking manner, scratches an itch he didn’t even know he had been trying to reach. What the fuck? “They’re just hips?” Steve lilts it into a question, “And, don’t act like you wouldn’t be a good mom too. You drive the kids around just as much as I do and they rave about your snack stash.” “Beg to differ, your hips are definitely not ‘just hips,’ Harrington. And, I see myself as much more of a ‘Daddy’ than a ‘Mommy’—for your information,” Eddie quips. (Part 3 of it’s rotten work (loving a heart like mine))
boys can wear crop tops too, y’know? by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (PWP | 9K | Explicit): “Oh, Harrington, everyone’s got a fetish of some sort. It’s not weird. So, what, you want to fuck boys in crop tops? Who cares? I certainly don’t,” and to emphasize his point and tease Steve into oblivion, he lifts the hem of the shirt an inch more and grazes his ringed fingers across his exposed midriff. Moaning delectably at the feeling of his own touch. Or, Eddie wears a crop top to movie night, Steve gets stupidly horny over it, and Eddie makes sure he keeps his hands to himself (he instructs him to covertly masturbate, while everyone else watches the movie)
🖤 service and devotion by helix_stomper (PWP, Glory Hole | 21K | Explicit): Steve and Eddie meet up regularly for anonymous sex, and Eddie gives Steve his first (official) experience as a sub. Steve fell first. Eddie falls harder. (Part 2 of boots & budweiser’s miraculous misadventures)
Bambi, can't you understand? by 19_empty_vacancies/ @vacantwatchers (Post-S4, Friends to Lovers | 4K | Teen): “Even if you can’t get the words out, Steve, there’s no disguising the way you look at him. Have always looked at him. You walk around shooting him the big eyes like you’re Gomez Addams looking at Morticia, ready to pounce.” “Oh God, do you think he ever noticed?”
Between The Lines by hitlikehammers (Wayne POV | 2K | Mature): Or: Eddie gets hurt, so Steve and Wayne participate in…something of a shovel talk.
🖤 how a resurrection really feels by LiarsandThieves22 (Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Alternate Dimension | 176K | Explicit): “We saved the world,” Robin said, softly. “And that had some side effects.” -- On July 5th, 1987, Steve Harrington bleeds to death in the Upside Down helping his friends defeat Vecna. Four days later he wakes up in his bed in Hawkins, in a world where the Upside Down never existed.
WIP
In Just Seven Days by Oddree13 (Modern AU, Fake Relationship | 2/7 | 3K | Mature): Steve doesn’t exactly care about relationships anymore. Not after Nancy broke his heart and Billy broke his face. He’s bored and just going through the motions the first time it happens. Noelle asks him on Monday if he’s busy that coming Friday and Steve figures why not? He takes her to the movies on Friday, takes her to bed on Saturday, and on Sunday he lets her down gently. She takes it in stride, and the next Monday it’s Jocelyn at his locker. Then Ginny. Then Cami. Soon a rumor starts that Steve Harrington will accept anyone who asks him out at the beginning of the week and end their relationship after seven days of dating. Eddie doesn’t believe the rumors. After all, to say Steve Harrington would ignore the glaring asterisk of heteronormativity is just insane. But when he catches the King being tardy on a Monday he puts his theory to the test. Suddenly Eddie has a boyfriend for the next seven days. Now he just has to not fall in love.
🖤 no me without you by cydonic (Post S4, Kas Eddie | 2/10 | 7K | Mature): Eddie Munson dies, the world is still ending, and Steve Harrington doesn’t know how he’s supposed to keep going. That is, until he comes face to familiar face with the creature killing people in Hawkins.
Anything Can Happen in This World (For An Ordinary Boy) by InvisibleAce (Hannah Montana AU | 2/3 | 5K | Mature): So. Here’s the catch. Eddie Munson hates Steve Harrington, but loves ZTEEV. Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson but can’t tell him that he’s ZTEEV. He can’t tell anyone.
🖤 here be dragons by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 4/? | 26K | Explicit): Eddie Munson has kissed a boy, and now he has to handle the fallout. He’s got to grapple with the fact that he likes boys, likes a boy, and the harrowing fact that he may have inadvertently broken said boy’s heart. (Part 3 of off-script)
and my family lives in a different state by robotguts (Modern AU, BDSM | 3/? | 6K | Explicit): Steve made a twitter account to explore his sexuality. He didn’t expect to get this invested in it. He certainly didn’t expect Eddie.
🖤 The Voice That Calls Me Home by DeadEyedGemini, spaceandjunk (No Upside Down AU, Phone Sex Operator Eddie | 5/? | 23K | Explicit): A little matchbook sits in his hand, a usually innocuous item, except this one has bold letters printed across the front of it in neon colors. The words read: Cruise Line-24/7 Homosexual Action-All Local and has a number printed across it. Steve blinks down at the number for a solid minute before he realizes what exactly he’s looking at, it’s a phone sex line for men interested in men.
🖤 oh, just one night more (and then i'll close the door) by Smalls (Canon Divergent, Time Travel | 13/25 | 33K | Mature): Steve closed his eyes, raised a hand to wipe the tears pouring down his face, and spared a moment to wish that he could go back in time. He thinks if given the chance, he could have become friends with Eddie. That things could have been different. Then he heard a horn blaring and abruptly remembered he was driving. (or steve has a lot of regrets and the universe decides to let him try and fix a few)
🖤 Swing and a Miss by deadonarrival (Baseball Player Steve, Fake Relationship | 1/5 | 6K | Explicit): “Apparently they usually reserve the box for the wives and girlfriends … so either you’re gonna have to be my boyfriend or you’re going to have to sit in the stands with the fans. It’s not that bad, you just need to like, pretend to be my boyfriend so you can sit with the other WAGs and like, then you can be in the box and have all you can drink alcohol and snacks.” “Did you agree to this!?” Eddie asks. “If I say yes, how mad are you going to be?” Steve asks.
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Leybaby, I know we’re all still high from maid kitty Levi. But Omg it’s officially May and Mermaid Levi will always have a chokehold on me 🫠 thoughts on mermaid levi? Levi being all Ariel-y in love but with his foul mouth, all he is saying is “shit, you’re a brat, but holy fucking poseidon, you are so fucking pretty I wanna have legs so I can walk with you.” Ahhhh i am running laps I love mermaid levi and it’s officially May.
Also, I also wondered what would Mermaid levi look in ley’s adorable art style 🥹😵💫
content: Mermaid!Levi x Reader; fluff
wordcount: ~2k
warnings: none
You first saw the merman last summer. On a trip with your close friend Hange in search of "exotic species" in the ocean. which was silly because everything could be considered exotic in these waters.
But what truly embodied that description was a figure who'd occasionally pop their head up on the surface of the water to watch you explore the tide pools in the early mornings. Hange didn't tag along on these particular expeditions, for they were the farthest from being a morning person.
Which was a shame because that's when you found the most interesting creatures in the water.
Though this man never approached you, never came close enough to even see his face. He was merely a shadow in the water, the top of a head peeking shyly at you. There was a point where you might've thought he was merely a figment of your imagination if he didn't speak on the last few days you explored that area of the beach.
You picked up a shell to examine it closely, watching how it shimmered under the early morning sun.
"That's poisonous," a voice spoke out in the shallow water. It's the same figure that's quietly observed you the last few months. Speaking actual words that you can understand.
You blink at him, momentarily entranced by the low baritone in his warning. Then you smile. "No it's not."
His brow furrows as the rest of his head leaves the water to get a closer look at what you're holding. He swims a few inches towards you. You still, allowing him to observe the shell in your palm. It's the closest he's ever gotten to you and--to put it bluntly?
He's beautiful.
His long, blue tail shines just under the surface of the water. The end of his tail, seemingly a translucent set of fins, flicker slightly under your gaze. The ends of his hair stick to his face as he rises up from the water. A tentative hand snakes up to yours, poking the shell.
Your breath can’t leave your lungs in this proximity. He’s so close.
Part of you wonders if it’s safe to be in thigh-high water with this man--creature swimming this close by. What’s to say he hasn’t been watching your behavior for hunting purposes all summer?
“Could you stop gawking? You look like a fish.”
“Funny, coming from someone with gills--” you quickly retort. He huffs, smacking the shell out of your hand with a glare.
“Tell your shitty friend to stop taking things from the water,” is all he says before swimming off, a light splash of his tail reaching your arms.
You stand there, watching his silhouette disappear behind the small swell of a wave.
It was the last time you saw him that summer, no sign of the top of his head, or the flicker of his fins. Merely the few words prompting you to suggest you and Hange find another collection spot for their antics. And the faint memory of him that lingered throughout the rest of the year.
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Summer approaches after what feels like an eternity. The thought of that unknown sort-of-man fades into a distant memory over the long months. And despite the little inhibitions on venturing out to Hange's distant relative's beachhouse for "extensive research", you tag along anyway.
"I'm tellin' ya! Erwin said mermaids exist and I can't tell if he's messing with me or if they're real. But I'm gonna find out! He said they like to come out during dusk since people don't really go in the water."
"I don't think any would come out if we're in the water right now, though. They might be scared." You glance around, the orange hues ripple across the surface of the water at your ankles. There's been no sign of any "mermaids" or "mermen" alike. "Or they really don't exist."
Hange hums, disappointment evident on their face as they push up their glasses. Though it doesn't last long, their habits for turning any negative situation into a positive allows them to perk up quickly. "We will try again tomorrow!"
You've had your reasons for not telling Hange of your interactions last year. For fear of looking or sounding delusional--but there was also a slight fear of what Hange would try to do to were they to actually see him. Even if he was kind of rude, it wouldn't be fair to subject him to Hange's antics for now.
You don't mention the possibility of trying to look for them in the morning, but you still try to find him yourself.
The first month passes without any sign of him. So you resort to looking for the unique shells you usually hunt for in your free time.
"Didn't I tell you to stop taking things from the water?"
You jump, dropping the handful of shells you were sifting through in your palm and effectively undoing all your hard work. When you turn around, it's him. The same grumpy upper half of his face peeking over the water. The same tone of his voice that could pass off as a lecture for bad behavior-as if he's chastising a child.
"You told me to tell my friend," you defend. His glare hardens. "And I don't take them unless they're broken."
"Why would you take something broken? That's stupid."
"Because an animal might need the unbroken one, duh--hey!"
His tail swishes, causing a small wave to splash your upper half. "That's what you get."
"For what?!"
"Telling your crazy friend about... me. They come out here everyday now."
So he was watching?
"I didn't say anything about you. Another friend suggested the idea--but I think it was a joke."
"A shitty joke."
"I didn't tell them about you," you persist.
"Keep it that way," he snips with a flick of his hair from his face. His silver-blue eyes glance at the rising sun. "I shouldn't even be talking to you. You shouldn't know I exist."
"I won't tell anyone."
The blue lands on you now, narrowing in scrutinization. He says nothing before making a move to leave.
"Wait!"
He stops, but doesn't turn around.
"Could you tell me your name at least?"
Water drips down from the tips of his locks, cascading down his toned shoulders and back into the sea.
"Levi."
And then he's gone again.
It goes on like this for another month. You quietly seek him out under the facade of looking at shells. He observes from afar with a periodic question that's usually followed by a snip of sarcasm. There's not much conversation happening, but he does stare. Much more than you do.
Sometimes Levi will swim around in the deeper parts of the water, his presence only being announced by a quick swish of his tail. He's not too close, but not too far either.
"What do you do with those, anyway?" He asks one day, noting the small pile of broken shells that sit on the rock you've perched yourself on top of. Your feet dangle in the water as you soak up the early morning sun. The water may be cold, but it serves to soothe the already obscenely warm air.
"Put them in a jar. Make necklaces out of them sometimes."
Levi scoffs as he props himself halfway up on the rock a few feet away.
You frown at him. "For someone who holds so much disdain towards people, you sure do come by here often."
Indignant, Levi's tail flickers in consideration of splashing you again. A habit of his when he has nothing better to respond with. "I was here first."
"Do you want me to leave?"
He blinks, jaw clenching with deliberation. "Do what you want."
So you stay. He doesn't leave either.
"You said you shouldn't be talking to me."
"The others say people are dangerous. One of you is."
"I could be dangerous."
"Not as much as Glasses. I've seen that fishing net they drag around with them."
“They’re too loud to catch anything. Scares all the fish away the second they get near the water.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. Hey, you missed one.” Levi scoots closer, his pinky brushing against your outer thigh as he reaches to pick out a missed broken shell. Both of you flinch, meet eyes--and then avert away. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind or anything.”
His tail swishes side to side. “You always stare at it,” Levi notes. The water sprawls off the edges of the fins that rise over the surface.
“I don’t mean to.”
“...Do you wanna touch it?”
"You'd let me?"
It swishes closer to your ankles, tickling your skin. You reach down, brushing off the blue-eyed stare that watches with caution, yet hinted with a sort of expectancy.
So slowly, the tips of fingers meet the edges of his shimmering scales. He twitches, but your curiosity serves to persist with the careful strokes. It’s slimy, but not as bad as you assumed. His breath stutters, tail freezes.
"it's pretty," you mumble, watching the iridescent glow from his waist to the end of his fins. When you meet his gaze, he blinks. His cheeks pink as his throat bobs from a nervous swallow. You scoot closer in his direction on the rock, shin bumping into his tail again.
"You can feel mine, too," you suggest. He swallows again, chest rising and falling. It seems he's been curious about your legs too with how he reaches over. His knuckle grazes over the top of your right thigh.
The instinctive shudder causes him to pull back. "Sorry, it tickled."
Levi waits one heartbeat before returning. His finger trails from your knee up to your shorts, experimentally tugging on the material.
"This feels disgusting."
"Well I have to wear it or I'd be naked."
"So? We're naked all the time."
"Even if you have... You know."
His head tilts, brows pinched in genuine confusion. Your face warms. "Um, nevermind."
Another gentle wave rolls through the water, nudging Levi's tail into your shins. His hand dips under the water and skates around your ankles. Your feet wiggle out of reaction.
"Why do you come out here when they tell you not to?"
He hums in thought. "I like to watch those." Levi points upwards into the sky. Clouds. "Can't see them so well at home."
"What's it like? Your home.'
"Dry.'
"Really?"
"Seriously? It was a joke."
"I don't know! Don't laugh!!"
"I have this--" his tail flips against the water surface,"--or did you forget?"
“Fine. Don’t tell me anything interesting.”
“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming.”
You scoff, kicking water towards him and he pushes off from the rock. He pops under the surface and there’s a split second where you believe he might’ve left. Until his head peeks over the water again. If he were floating further up, then you might've caught the smile at the corners of his lips.
You hang out almost every morning after that. Offering hints of each other’s lives and different perspectives of the world. You tell him how Hange’s still adamant on catching a “mermaid”, and how they’ve traveled miles down the beach from where they originally started.
He tells you how he gets scolded for leaving without telling his family where he’s going. And how over the weeks, the world beyond water might even be a little intriguing despite how troublesome the boats and “obnoxious Glasses” are.
One might’ve thought you two had grown to become acquaintances--friends even. And on the last day it feels almost melancholic knowing you won’t return until next summer. With no way to contact Levi.
“You’re coming back, right?” He asks.
“Yup, next year.” You grin at the question, tilting your head. “Try not to miss me too much.”
“As if I would.”
The splashes of saltwater on each other have become more of a sign of affection rather than annoyance.
“It’s too bad we can’t like... write to each other.”
“You could use a conch shell. Sure you’ve grabbed at least a thousand of ‘em this summer.”
“What--like a cellphone?”
“I’m fucking kidding. You think we’d actually use conch shells to communicate?”
“I don’t know--maybe!!”
A smirk spreads across Levi’s cheeks as his eyes roll. “You better come back next summer.”
He pokes your thigh, just like so many times he’s already done the last couple of months. Small touches, looks, changes of expression. In your time together, you’ve come to the realization he might’ve softened up a bit.
“I will,” you reassure, your palm slipping over the top of his wet hand. “Promise.”
#this has been in my drafts for too long#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#attack on titan#drabbles#is it a drabble if its 2k idk#just a small mermaid Levi blurb#ngl i dont feel good about it but figured ill just share it anyway#BUT I DO HAVE MERMAID LEVI ART#ill finish it after commissions!
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Top!Luke Masterlist
7-Eleven (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook)
Luke/Ashton
T, 74k
Summary: Ashton Irwin is a master of thievery. He steals from general stores, food markets, jewelry shops, museums, and people's homes. Never once did he get caught nor did anyone find out his identity. He loves being a thief. Stealing is his addiction, and he has no intention on curing it.
However, there is one place and one place alone that he does not steal from, and that's the 7-Eleven at the corner street. He goes in late at night to buy things for himself and to see a boy who works during that time named Luke Hemmings.
Better Than FIFA? (ao3) - emiliathegreat (puckdummy)
Michael/Luke
E, 2k
Summary: Hotel nights on tour are usually a blessing, but with all the shit Luke's been facing lately, it's exactly the opposite. Michael isn't one to help, either.
black is the colour (of my true love's hair) (ao3) - hemmingscliffords
Michael/Luke
E, 2k
Summary: His eyes graze over Luke's ash blonde hair, the multitude of colours from various batches of highlights that their stylists have given him over the past year, the butterscotch coloured roots that are growing in from not upkeeping it, and out of nowhere Michael thinks that holy shit, Luke would look awesome with black hair. Maybe an ebony colour that had a midnight blue washed through it.
Burned By Love (ao30 - JcLoveex (orphan_account)
Luke/Ashton
T, 3k
Summary: "I don't think you do babe, I think you're lying." Luke smirked lightly, even though his pants were so fucking tight. "Are you lying Ashton? You don't want me to fuck you, you want that guy to fuck you don't you? You want him to spread you open and fuck you senseless don't you? Want him to eat your ass and call you those names you love so much while you ride his tongue, don't you Ash?"
Or the one where Luke has to remind Ashton who he belongs to.
Club of Misfits (ao3) - felixandtae
Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum
T, 274k
Summary: ❝Everyone has flaws. You me, Michael and Ashton - we’re all just a club of misfits.❞
A club for those who need a friend created by two best friends.
Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke
Luke/Ashton
M, 121k
Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.
Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.
They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?
do it better (ao3) - lourrygum
OT4
N/R, 8k
Summary: takes place during the time michael lost his passport and was stuck in the US while his band performed in the UK. He feels upset about it and stops answering their calls and may or may not unfollow them on twitter, leading to questions and anxiety.
or, 3/4 of 5sos go to the US to see michael and end up fucking him senseless.
English Love Affair (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo
Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton
E, 21k
Summary: Where Luke can't write an essay and maybe falls in love with his sort of tutor
FutureSex/LoveSounds (ao3) - Migs
Luke/Calum, Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton
E, 47k
Summary: Luke is Med student/camboy with a crush on the Footie captain with a secret.
OR: Cake have a lot of hot sex for money whilst trying to pursue romantic relationships with other boys.
i think they're cute, though (ao3) - cliffakitten
Luke/Ashton
E, 2k
Summary: Honestly, there should be some kind of warning for shit like this: Your amazing, adorable boyfriend has recently bought glasses and looks fit as fuck, you're going to want to do unspeakable, dirty things to him. Please attempt to control your imminent hard on.
--
Or Ashton has new glasses and Luke really wants to fuck him in them.
No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook)
Michael/Luke
T, 72k
Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.
passionately curious (ao3) - cliffakitten
Luke/Ashton
E, 17k
Summary: 'Luke Hemmings'
At this, he nearly choked for the second time that morning, since he just happened to know someone with that name. That someone being, his next door neighbour, the very hot neighbour, who Ashton may or may not have a huge crush on.
Yeah, that Luke Hemmings. Who apparently orders sex toys online...who knew? Definitely not Ashton.
Princess getting naked (ao3) - ShortIsNotFun
Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum
N/R, 6k
Summary: Luke hemmings was the boy everyone wanted and that was obvious. Any time he walked in a room all eyes were on him and he loved it, loved the attention. But he never gave anyone his attention for more than maybe five minutes before he ruled them out as utterly dull and walked away, he simply got bored of everyone quickly. Except for the one boy who never seemed to notice him, the boy who seemed clueless. Ashton Irwin.
Or
Luke's kind of a dick and Ashton sucks his
Reflections (ao3) - punchinginadream
Luke/Ashton
M, 4k
Summary: Ashton doesn't like his body. Luke decides to fuck him in front of a mirror to show him how beautiful he really is.
Requited (ao3) - orphan_account
Luke/Ashton
E, 18k
Summary: "You’re the prettiest boy in the whole wide world, don’t you know that?”
Surprisingly, Ashton giggles a little. “There are at least a gazillion people in the world, Lukey… you haven’t seen all of them.”
“I don’t need to,” Luke insists with a shrug. “You’re prettier than all of them, I just know it. And even when you’re sad, you’re still the prettiest to me.”
Or, Ashton just wants to be pretty. Luke shows him that he already is.
The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction
Michael/Luke
E, 71k
Summary: After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change
The Bodyguard (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook)
Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum
M, 138k
Summary: Ashton Irwin is a hot and famous celebrity that all the people love, look up to, or despise. He's cocky, selfish, and always puts himself before others. Despite his personality, he's pretty much wanted by everyone in the world.
But when things escalate to the point that Ashton nearly gets kidnapped, his manager assigns a boy named Luke Hemmings to become Ashton's personal bodyguard, much to the star's reluctance and annoyance.
Now Luke follows Ashton wherever he goes to make sure he's safe from any danger, but Ashton is determined to get rid of his bodyguard as soon as possible.
Without You (ao3) - ofmonstersandmayhem
Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum
M, 67k
Summary: Nothing made Ashton happy anymore.
He was slowly drifting away.
Everyday he prayed for a savior. He had the tiniest sliver of hope in the back of his mind that someone would come and save him from all this darkness.
His prayers were answered in the form of a tall blonde boy with a lip ring. But was he able to save Ashton in time?
(or the cliche fic where Ashton's depressed with an abusive father but when Luke Hemmings moves into the neighborhood, his dark clouds open up to reveal a sunshine)
#5sosfanfictioncatalogue#5sos fanfic#luke hemmings#top!luke#top!luke masterlist#masterlists#smut#sex tw
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Growing up asexual is actually so funny because all of a sudden people all around are like ‘oh my god what if I don’t know how to kiss??? I have to practice!’ And start doing unhinged things and the whole time you’re like
#mine#asexuality#and also the wanting to get with someone thing#and also to an extent the wanting a romantic relationship et all but I haven’t decided if I’m aromantic or Demi romantic soooo#i can’t believe y’all got this to 1K#oh good lord now it’s at 1.5k#holy fuck we’re at 2K#I’ve really loved reading everyone’s ace experiences#very comforting to remember I’m not alone
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Steve/Bucky USO show Masterlist
Captain America Has a Fella (ao3) - PR Zed (przed)
G, 2k
Summary: "Welcome to the USO," the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she's in.
Six month she's been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she's finally got a job dancing. She's ecstatic.
She's not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.
Or how one showgirl finds out there's more to Captain America than meets the eye.
I'd Know That Face Anywhere (ao3) - Shay081793
E, 2k
Summary: The 107th never got captured. Instead, Bucky Barnes is in the audience when that clown "Captain America" performs to rally the troops, and holy shit, that clown is Steve Rogers.
If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? (ao3) - aprofessorstale
T, 1k
Summary: Prompt: What if Bucky didn't get captured and was in the audience with the 107th to see Captain America?
La Libération (ao3) - hermionesmydawg
M, 3k
Summary: All the blood rushed to Bucky’s face. An uncharacteristic blush from him. “I don’t recall that story. You know, I do have well-documented memory problems.”
Natasha tsked. “He knows the story.”
“He does,” Steve mused. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell it.”
“Okay,” Bucky agreed quickly.
“I’ll just tell it,” Steve said. “It was-“
“August,” Bucky interrupted, shooting a scowl at Steve. “August of ‘44, the liberation of Paris. And I was fucking miserable.”
Let's Hear It for Captain America! (ao3) - JJK
T, 4k
Summary: Steve lost his virginity to a USO girl in 1943? Sure he did, if you mean he lost it to Bucky dressed in a USO girl outfit.....
* * *
Love confessions post-Azzano lead to a discovery of Steve's Captain America costume and the USO girls help out when Bucky decides he wants to dress up for Steve.
Mama Tiger Knows Best (ao3) - darth_stitch
T, 415
Summary: "All right, Rogers, that handsome fella of yours better appreciate how we’re keeping you safe for him."
Riders In The Sky (ao3) - roe87
steve/bucky
M, 3k
Summary: Bucky time travels back to 1943 to watch Steve perform onstage as Captain America in the USO show. (He likes the outfit, okay?)
Then he continues on to the late '40s, pays Arnim Zola a visit... then swings back around to help the Steve from his timeline as he returns the Infinity Stones.
Once he rights the main timeline, Bucky heads back again, rescues Steve from 1949, and takes him on an adventure.
Steve's USO Tour (ao3) - roe87
M, 9k
Summary: After Project Rebirth, Steve has his brand new body but Col. Phillips and the Army doesn't want him.
Senator Brandt, however, offers Steve the chance to do his part by promoting war bonds... in tights, in a USO show.
Lucky for Steve, he meets some new friends to keep him company, including a chorus girl named Bucky.
Sucker Punch (ao3) - yellow_crayon
E, 15k
Summary: Steve Rogers is not the blushing virgin everyone thinks.
(Five times they almost get caught and one time they do.)
To A Girl in 1943 on the USO Tour (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist
E, 4k
Summary: Steve is questioned about how exactly he lost his virginity. Technically he's only lying about the "girl" part. After all, it was someone in 1943, and it was at the end of his USO tour, and they were wearing one of the dancer's costumes. Close enough, right?
Upskirt Angle (ao3) - zetsubonna
M, 315
Summary: Anon requested: During the war, Bucky gets his hands on a USO girl outfit, wears it, and makes Steve roleplay.
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What If Things Were Different (ao3) - ceealaina
G, 1k
Summary: What if Bucky wasn't captured by Hydra, and instead was sitting in the audience with the rest of the 107th while Captain America took the stage?
In my head Steve and Bucky are so in love it's ridiculous, but it can be read as just two best friends if that's how you prefer it.
#themculibrary#stucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky masterlist#uso show#uso show masterlist#masterlists#m/m
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arankita fic recs with el !!
so if you’ve stuck around since my glee phase you might’ve seen me do one of these posts with wevid fic recs. since i’ve gotten myself invested in another ship w the same energy i decided to do another post so we can all share in the brainrot. feel free to reblog w your own recommendations !!
i wanna know what happens when we’re bored in love by ab_inito | t | 2.5k
kita character study w a very nice relationship study that builds off canon !! made me :( at the beginning but very sweet, i love kita sm
forever and always by iwaoist | not rated | 2k
another character study, this time aran-centric and angstier (aka: MY KINDA SHIT). remember my “sometimes self care is reading an arankita fic and screaming in your car” post? yeah this is that fic. the ending made me wanna go feral in the best way possible
up no more by venxvon | g | 7.6k
*slams fists on table* IDIOTS TO LOVERS !! inject that shit into my VEINS. good ol’ fake dating trope. they’re smart until they hold hands (or, more accurately, until someone says they should hold hands). very cute and funny, an excellent feel good read. i actually found this one from another fic rec post so. passing it on to you :)
black nightshade by asynchrony | t | 13.5k (7 chapters + epilogue)
holy shit. guys. holy fucking shit. this fic. it fucking HURTS but it hurts so mf good. it’s a hanahaki fic which ik isn’t everyone’s thing, but the author has their own unique interpretation of it that’s really interesting. it’s got the perfect mix of angst and h/c and found family to hit you right in the heart. also PLEASE read the twitter thread linked at the end. especially if you’re a theatre kid. you will cry but it’s so good and i just. ough
happy reading !! :)
#anyway. read black nightshade. do it. it’s so good#haikyuu#kita shinsuke#aran ojiro#arankita#fic recs#ao3
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say it back
Kisaki Tetta x Reader
wc: 2k
summary: kisaki returns to your secure hotel after a long day of work only to have his worst fear become reality. what will he find in the hotel room? his happiness or a future too dark to fathom?
cw: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. ANGST. NO HAPPY ENDING. blood, death, angst, fucking sadness, grief, Kisaki is a simp what else is new, also I gave him snippets of family history (mentions of abuse)
a/n: i cried writing this. holy hell. this was inspired by a wonderful anon and i hope this is what you wanted :) also if you want to feel it listen to The Departed by Michael Nyman on repeat
minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content
Kisaki knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside the hotel. The hotel he had specifically chosen because it came with five extra layers of security.
The reception area was empty and the front desk all but abandoned, except for a fresh smear of red splattered across the countertop.
It all made his pulse quicken as he made his guards run off to sweep the area because the most important thing in his life was supposed to be secure in this hotel. His only reason for living, for breathing, was on the top floor.
He ignores his men’s calls for him to leave as he races over to the elevator, hitting the button over and over with an urgency he didn’t know he possessed. His calm and cool exterior giving way to the beast underneath.
The elevator ride is too long. It lets him rethink every facet of his day; every small thing that went wrong that led him here. The way you practically pushed him out of bed because he was going to be late, how you prepared his morning coffee for him as he showered, the twinkle in your eye when you saw him put on his suit jacket, and the gentle shove out the door without even a kiss, your voice saying, “You can get your kiss when you get home! You're already late.”
The promise of your lips when he was done with all of this bullshit was the only thing keeping him going throughout the day. And now this.
He palms the gun he has hidden away; he shouldn’t need it, right? The elevator is going to open and he’s going to be greeted by Hanma’s smug grin as he carries a dead body or two.
The elevator doors ding open to the empty hallway, and it does nothing to quell the rising bile in his throat. It’s quiet, far too quiet. He pulls his gun from its holster and makes his way down the still hallway to the large wooden door at the far end.
He places his hand on the doorknob, the cool touch of the metal grounding him.
Inside, you're wrapped up in blankets on the luxurious couch, the soft plush of the blankets making a stark contrast to the elaborate wooden molding along the back of the couch.
As soon as you see him walk through the door, your eyes light up, “Tetta! You're home early!” You always say that, even if it’s not true. You try to get up from your blanket cocoon but almost fall over. Good thing he’s there to catch you, his arms wrapping around your back as you wrap yours around his neck.
“Did you have a good day, love?” he whispers into your neck, before taking a deep breath of your hair, letting the scent calm him.
“It would have been better if you were here, but Hanma helped me make dinner.”
“Oh, is Shuji still here?” Kisaki asks, looking around for his second in command.
You wave him off, “No, he left earlier. Something about being needed elsewhere or something.” You give him one of your dazzling smiles, before raising your eyebrows suggestively. “But Tetta, that means we’re all alone for the rest of the night.”
His hands cup your face, pulling your face close to his. “Oh yeah? And what happens if some bad guys come to attack us?”
“I know you’ll protect me.”
Your voice is so filled with love and trust it makes his heart hurt. He can’t not be kissing you for any longer. His heart bursts out of his chest when your lips connect with his. Your fingers loop through the belt loops at his side and you pull him closer to you.
Fuck, you’re so perfect.
It repeated in his head like a mantra as he kisses you over and over again. Until you're pulling away from him.
“Tetta, I love you.” It’s whispered breathlessly across his lips, straight into his soul, and you know it from the way he freezes.
Every time you say it, it catches him off guard; he doesn't feel worthy of your love, but the way you giggle and whine, “Say it back!” lets him pretend that he is.
He nuzzles his face into your neck, causing more giggles. He says it over and over again like a mantra, “I love you, I love you.”
I love you.
His hand is still on the doorknob, the metal warm from his grasp because he can’t bring himself to open the door. The echoes of your laughter fade from his mind as he pushes past the lump in his throat and turns the knob.
Broken glass crunches under his shoes when he enters the dark room. With only the city lights outside to guide his way, he steps over bodies, broken pieces of wood paneling, bullet casings, and smashed furniture while making his way towards the couch.
Your blankets are still there, thrown across the back molding. The plush now filled with rips and tears hangs limply against the wood.
Tetta walks towards the adjoining bedroom door, past a large, smashed vase with flowers strewn about on the floor. The same flowers that he surprised you with just a day ago. The pinks and blues of the buds clash wildly with the dark hue of blood coating the petals: a horrifyingly, beautiful dichotomy of life mocking him.
He hears a shuffle, spinning around to see Hanma trying to sit up. He’s clutching his side, blood oozing between his fingers and dripping on the floor. His feet are trying to push himself up the wall but failing to have enough strength.
Hanma’s voice is garbled and Kisaki can barely make out what he's saying. Between the blood pouring from his lips to the white noise coating Tetta’s brain, he can only register the small apologies as he keeps moving.
He needs to find you, or find evidence that you're truly not here. If you were taken, maybe you’re not—
He throws the door to the bedroom open, scanning the room. The four poster bed is collapsed, clothes thrown about the room, a spatter of bullet holes line each wall, and his men lay unmoving at his feet.
He cares about none of it when he moves further into the room.
And then he sees you.
His soul shatters as he runs to your side, collapsing to his knees next to you. He doesn't know what to do, his hands hovering over your body. He sees the holes in your chest, the deep red staining your shirt and now his knees as he kneels in it, in your blood.
“No, no, no,” he whispers over and over, taking your hand in his. This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.
He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to wake from this nightmare of reality. But nothing works. The image of you laughing as he kisses your neck still hangs in his mind and now that's all but a memory.
A small whisper of his name has him opening his eyes; your eyes are barely open, and your voice so small he almost misses it.
“I knew you'd come.”
He can feel himself start to lose it, the grip on reality he has slipping away and he questions if this is really happening, but he won't squander this moment. He can’t.
“I’m here! Of course I'd come for you,” he says feverishly. He has, he always will.
You try to gather your strength, lifting your other hand up to his cheek. He holds it gently against his face, staring down at you.
“Please don't leave me. Don't go. I can’t go on without you,” his voice is a small whisper but you still hear him.
“I love you, Tetta.” Tears stream down his face, and you try to wipe them away with your thumb.
But Tetta can’t breathe; his whole life lies before him dying and he can’t do anything to stop it. You don't deserve this, you never deserved this.
“Come on Tetta, you have to say it back.” The soft smile on your face breaks his heart even more.
“I love you, I love you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobs, every cell in his body begging for this all to stop. For this to be a terrible joke that someones playing on him.
With as much strength as you can muster, you pull him down to you, guiding his lips to yours. The kiss is weak, your lips barely moving against his, all of your strength draining from your body as you spend this last moment with him.
He pours his love into you, giving everything he can to make this millisecond drag on longer and longer. It never has to end if this second goes on for eternity. This is enough, it has to be. It has to be. This is all he has. No amount of smarts or money can fix this fixed point in time.
He pulls away from the kiss to cradle your body in his arms, all of you drained out and gone, leaving behind an empty body that he knows every secret to. The way you like your tea, the look on your face when you have a secret to hide, how you take steaming hot showers and tease him about not being able to take the heat. You're his everything. Every piece of him is a part of you and now that you're gone, those pieces are too.
Fuck he can’t do this. He really can not do this.
Pulling you impossibly closer, he screams. He screams until he can’t anymore, until his voice is hoarse. And then he screams more. Anything to feel something that isn’t this. That isn’t this emptiness where you should be. The hole inside him that you carved out yourself is now painstakingly empty.
He forgot what it was to not feel. The change that you caused in him only dooms him now. He never felt like this before you. Not once when his dad was beating him, or when his mom abandoned him. Never before in his life has he known this feeling.
The thought of living without you for one second would have broken him so easily before, but now this? This eternity that he's doomed to live without you? He won't move past this. He can't. The only thing in his life worth living for is gone forever.
Kisaki lets his head fall, taking in your beautiful face one last time. Running his fingers along your lips, the lips he will never get to kiss again, he lets all of his tears fall. Let’s the river run through him as he builds a mental dam around everything that is you.
Every memory, every laugh, every joke. He builds it up brick by brick. Preserving it in place to hide it, to push the pain so far away from him so that he can stand and do what needs to be done. So that he can get revenge on the person that took everything from him, from the person that took you away from him.
He protects your body in his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom, past the flowers and the broken vase to lay you down on the couch. He covers you with the tattered blanket and gives you a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you, fuck, I love you,” he whispers against your skin before he puts the last brick in place, sealing you up in his mind before turning to leave.
His new numb state is preferred to the hole you pierced in his heart, and he will end the people who did this to you, to the both of you. The elevator door dings as it opens, and he takes one look back before stepping inside.
The world will know his fury for taking the only thing he has ever loved.
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Good Little, Liar
Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH, cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.
authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒
You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.
He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.
You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.
“No?” He scoffed.
You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.
“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.
His right hand came up and roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.
“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.
“Make me”
the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.
The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.
“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.
“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.
Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.
“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.
He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.
“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.
He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.
“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??
“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.
He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”
“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.
His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”
“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.
He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.
The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.
There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.
“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”
“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.
“N..need..you”
“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“
“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.
The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.
He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.
“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.
Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.
He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.
“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.
The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.
You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.
“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.
The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.
Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.
Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.
Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.
Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3
ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏
#I am ashamed#fushiguro toji x reader#toji fushiguro#toji smut#fushiguro toji x you#jjk smut#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji fic.🔪#jjksmut
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