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rileyslibrary · 6 months

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(Can i just say i love ur work, i too read them like bedtime stories, u perform a great service to humanity my good comrade)

Also, could i request perhaps Reader needing to go undercover for a mission and getting a bit too close for comfort with some baddies and thus making Ghost worry? He’s certainly not jealous by any means tho, of course not! Nope. Not jealous at all. Not even a smidge.

He is tho. He’s jealous. In his own Ghost way.

Thank you for your kind words, nonny and sorry for being so late!

Reader is an undercover tourist in Paris for this one. No warnings, other than a pretty sulky Ghost. More A/N at the end.)

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He hasn’t uttered a word since you returned to your temporary base. No “good job,” no “well done,” no “thank you for risking your life for the team.” Nothing. He didn’t even stick around for the debriefing. Instead, he stashed his gear in his locker and headed straight to the kitchen.

Usually, after a high-stress operation, Ghost would go to the kitchen to make some tea. Yet, the way he went about his business today seemed more like he was about to sharpen his knives than brew himself a ‘cuppa’.

There is a reason he’s upset, though, and you know it. While you are always prepared to risk your life for the team, your latest actions were pretty... out of character, so to speak, and Ghost took notice of that.

You stare at the closed kitchen door, wondering what’s unfolding behind it, how he feels, and whether he can communicate it without lashing out.

“Maybe it’s best to give him some space,” Price advises, narrowing his eyes. “You did a pretty risky thing back there; no reason to push your luck.”

“A whole kitchen’s worth of space, Captain?” you retort. “I’ll evacuate if things take a turn for the worse.”

“Call for backup if you can’t handle it,” he winks at you. “And don’t tell him I did that,” he says, pointing at his closed eye.

You smile at him, and push open the kitchen door. Ghost sits at the table, his back turned towards you, hunched over a cup of tea. He has his balaclava draped over his right thigh and his gloves on the table.

“Your hair is a mess.” You tease.

You reach to fix the stray hairs hanging over his forehead, but he pulls away from your touch. You lower your hand and go for the kettle instead. This will be much more difficult, you think to yourself.

“Coffee?” You offer. Although you know he’d refuse, you feel it’s a good way to break the ice.

Yet he doesn’t reply. Instead, he reclines on his chair and stirs the tea with a metal spoon. With your back turned to him, you pour the preheated water into your cup, add coffee granules, and cool it down with a gentle blow. The clinking of the metal spoon against the ceramic mug continues until it suddenly stops.

“Are you alright, mademoiselle?” He mocks, with a fake—and quite terrible—French accent, mimicking the enemy guard who “rescued” you when you dramatically pretended to twist your ankle in front of him.

A chuckle escapes you, and you turn to face him, leaning against the kitchen counter. He keeps his gaze fixed on his cup.

“I had to buy some time for Soap and Gaz, Lieutenant,” you explain. “They were inside that safehouse, gathering-”

“Intel,” he interjects. “I was there too; no need to rehash it.”

“The guards were dangerously close, sir,” you press on. “There was no time.”

He shakes his head. “No time doesn’t mean dropping to your hands and knees like a coquette, bawling your eyes out, waiting for a French knight in shining armour to come and save you now, does it?” he spats.

You raise an eyebrow. ‘Coquette’? You? He knows damn well the fall was staged, the tears were fabricated, the vulnerability was an act. The fall did hurt; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been believable. But shedding tears over twisting your ankle? No way. You’ve endured bullet wounds in the past, for heaven’s sake, and barely flinched. Ghost knows that. Yet, he looks more…

“Jealous, Lt.?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He murmurs, scratching his forehead.

“Say what you want,” You shrug. “But you must admit: it was a pretty convincing fall.”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Nothing says more ‘convincing’ like kissing the cobblestones of Paris.”

“Alright,” you say, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter. You cross your arms in front of your chest and nod upwards. “What would you have done, then?”

“Shoot him,” he responds, his black-painted eyes shifting from the cup to you. “That’s why I was up on the rooftop, remember?”

“What’s the point of going undercover if you’d eliminate the threat like that?” You persist. “And in a public place like that? Come on, Lt.!”

He pushes his cup to the side, places his hands on the kitchen table and stands up.

“Have you ever thought of what would have happened if your cover was blown?” He asks, raising his voice. “How was I supposed to protect you if you were right in front of my bloody target?”

You keep staring at him, his last words replaying in your mind.

How was I supposed to protect you…

You look at your mug on the counter; the steam from the coffee is almost gone. It must have been transferred onto him instead, you think to yourself. Might as well let him blow it off. Let him vent.

“I know how to protect myself, Ghost.”

He sits back on his chair and brings his tea closer, shaking his head.

“You should’ve waited for the signal.” He says. “We’ve got a plan for a reason.”

“I understand, s-”

“Falling in front of the enemy, letting him scoop you up like a fucking princess in agony, removing your shoe, fetching you ice from the coffee shop wasn’t part of the plan.”

A smile threatens to escape your lips, but you suppress it. You turn your back to him and pretend to clean the counter. There’s no reason to anger him more.

“Sir,” you begin. “What is the problem here: me not following orders or letting the guard run to my aid?”

“I don’t care about that French prick touching your ankle.” He murmurs.

Well, seems that ‘French prick’ touching you bothered him as much as you not following the plan. You stop fake-wiping the counter, grab your mug and turn towards him.

“I apologise, sir,” you say. “It won’t happen again. But you could have voiced your concerns in a less... abrasive way.”

“Wasn’t the pavement abrasive enough?” He snaps. “What’s next? Are you going to cry over it?”

You click your tongue and approach the table, extending your hand for a handshake.

“Alright, enough,” you say. “Let’s make a truce and end this right now.”

He remains still, looking at you. He finally reaches for your hand, but instead of shaking it, he twists it so your palm faces down. With a smirk, he stands up, brings it to his mouth, and kisses it.

“Isn’t that how that fucker would have done it?” he asks, still smiling.

You roll your eyes. At least his anger has died down and you’re left with his—typical—snarky self. You pull a chair across from him.

“Mind if I sit?” You ask.

“Normally, I’d tell you to ‘hit the bricks’,” He murmurs, motioning for you to take your place. “But you’ve already done that.”

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A/N: I keep confusing “ankle” with “uncle”. You twist your ankle, not your uncle ffs.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x y/n #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x f!reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #call of duty #cod mwii #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #cod mw ghost #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley fic

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imnameimswrld · 3 months

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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐁𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 || 𝗢𝗣𝟴𝟭 ꒱꒱

━━ ❪ . . . oscar x verstappen!surfer!reader ❫

━━ ❪ . . . description : freshly surfing world champ, yn goes to take some much needed time off, and starts her vacay off by attending the miami grand prix. her intention was to support her big bro, but it appears a certain papaya driver had other plans; ❫

━━❪ . . . smau ! ❫

━━❪ . . . warnings : none ❫

━━❪ . . . fc : caroline marks ❫

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ynverstappen world champion, blessed, thank you to the beautiful cali waves 🌊🏆

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user so well deserved, congrats yn !

bestfriend you were WICKED on the waves girl !!

maxverstappen1 let's gooo, congrats sissy ♡

⤿ ynusername couldn't have you being the only world champ in the fam, now could I ? 😋

⤿ maxverstappen1 no, no you just couldn't 😤

user the verstappen siblings are just legendary

user so with the break coming up, will we see yn at the next grand prix 👀 ?

⤿ user plus the next ones in miami, super close to cali, so 🤞 !!

oscarpiastri congratulations yn, coolest world champion ever 👏🥇

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user and if I said yn and oscar would be SO cute together ?

Boeta 🏎

hey sissy

where r u ?

Sissy 🌊

chillin'

what's up ?

Boeta 🏎

no, I mean where r u

you said you were gonna be the paddocks when I got back from my meeting ?

Sissy 🌊

oohhhh

well, I am in the paddock

just not yours

Boeta 🏎

what ?

yn, are u hiding in dani's closet again to scare him ?

Sissy 🌊

ahhh, good times

but nope, I'm in the mclaren paddocks

Boeta 🏎

is lando talking your ear off again ?

Sissy 🌊

nah, lol

I'm uh, actually with chilling with oscar

Boeta 🏎

piastri ?

since when are you guys on chilling level

Sissy 🌊

since he asked me out to dinner later

[read]

Boeta ?

uhhhh, boet ?

[read]

ynverstappen

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ynverstappen soooo good being back in the paddocks, thanks so much for having me redbullracing – and ofc, congrats boeta on p1 ! 💙

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user soooo, did anyone else see the video of oscar and yn walking around together ??? dude had the dopiest smile on his face too 😭

redbullracing you're practically family yn ! 💙

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user 2 champs 🏆

danielricciardo thanks for not scaring the crap out of me this time yn :)

⤿ ynverstappen ah, there's always next time dan 😄

⤿ danielricciardo no no, pls don't.

mclaren hope you had a wonderful time at the race yn ! 🧡

⤿ redbullracing are you going to apologize for stealing her from out paddocks ?

⤿ mclaren are we supposed to ?

⤿ oscarpiastri of course not.

⤿ maxverstappen1 thin ice piastri, watch it.

user uhhh, not redbull and mclaren battling it out over yn 😭

user my yncar ship is HERE BDJEHZIS

oscarpiastri just added to their story !

[ caption 1: stolen forever maxverstappen1 🤚 ; caption 2: 🧡 ]

Boeta 🏎

oscar is really bold

Sissy 🌊

oh, I know 😁

it's one of the many reasons why I like him

Boeta 🏎

so you like him then ?

like, really like him ?

Sissy 🌊

yeah, I do boeta

Boeta 🏎

okay then...

invite him to the lunch tomorrow

Kelly has been dying to see the two of you together

Sissy 🌊

she's so prescious I love her

and thanks boeta, for being cool with all this

Boeta 🏎

hey, i may be protective, but who am I to tell you who you can and can't date sissy

Sissy 🌊

🥺🥺 , houd van je 💙

Boeta 🏎

mhm, hou ook van jou 💙

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ynverstappen had some cake by the ocean with my papaya boy... p.s yes, the cake he bought me brought me to tears 🍰 🧡 🌊

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user BYE I'M GONNA GO CRY IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE

user stop that cake is so cute 😭😭

oscarpiastri I'm just happy to call you mine, liefie :)

⤿ ynverstappen and I'm just as happy to be your liefie ❤

⤿ maxverstappen1 not the dutch- ya'll gonna make me puke.

⤿ kellypiquet max, stop bullying your sister and oscar and go clean the litter boxes dammit

⤿ ynverstappen oohhh, mother is mad now boet, better get to it then 😄

⤿ maxverstappen1 you're staying in my house.

⤿ ynverstappen says who ? I'm staying at oscar's – plus, you know how I love the aussie waves

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⤿ maxverstappen1 yn verstappen istg... girl gets a bf and thinks she's the shit.

⤿ kellypiquet MAX.

⤿ maxverstappen1 I'M GOING.

user can I make this comment section my roman empire ?

user I'm laughing and crying rn, this is too funny

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #oscar piastri #max verstappen #red bull racing #mclaren #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri f1 #oscar piastri fluff

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malice-ov-mercy · 4 months

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Mistletoe

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

Content Warnings: None, just fluff

A/N: I finally wrote something for Nicholas that isn’t angst or pain????? It’s a Christmas miracle!!! Hope u all have a good Christmas, and if you don’t celebrate, I hope you have a good day!!! Happy Holidays!!!!

Word Count: 1k

Tag list: @circle-with-me @xxrainstorm @foliosriot @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @reader13000 @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @concretenoah @witchyweeb34 @an-insane-day @lyschko666 @calisto-thoughts

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Will Ramos.

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The unseasonably cold winter air nipped harshly at your exposed skin, stinging your eyes every time the wind blew past. Thick blankets of snow muffled the sounds of other wild minded people enjoying the Christmas festivities. There were more hot chocolate and coffee stands than usual this year, and you couldn’t be more grateful for them. All of them had long lines, but you managed to find one settled by itself next to a huge Christmas tree.

You smiled brightly at the little old woman who handed you your piping hot drinks. Her cheeks were rosy and hair as white as the snow on the ground. The small gold framed glasses perched on her nose completed her look, making her a spitting image of a real life Mrs. Claus. Pins and needles pricked your hands at the sudden temperature change from ice cold to steaming hot. You pulled your scarf down just enough to take a cautious sip of your hot chocolate, humming in delight at the taste and immediate warmth settling in your frozen bones.

In the brief distance, Nicholas stood alone admiring all the brightly lit and colorful lights. His thick black mane was messily tossed atop his head, the cold seemingly not bothering him at all. He stood out in the crowd dressed in all black. The only color he donned being that of his red scarf. He looked gorgeous in the Christmas lighting and it made your heart swoon.

Half his face was covered, but his smile was evident in his eyes. He muttered a quiet thank you and took his coffee. You tried not to stare at his lip as he tugged his scarf, but it was useless. You couldn’t help but wonder if they felt as warm as they looked. Feeling your eyes on him, Nicholas raised a curious brow.

“Something wrong?” He asked, voice smooth and rich like his coffee.

You shook your head, hoping your smile reached your eyes the way Nicholas’ did.

“Nope! Just hoping you like the coffee.”

He hummed, clearly not buying whatever it was you tried to sell him. Nicholas was everything but naive; he was too astute and observant for his own good. He held a gloved hand out for you and tossed his head in the direction of the sleigh rides.

“C’mon. I’m getting tired of walking.”

Snow gently fluttered down again. The flakes were huge, some of the biggest you’ve ever seen. They stuck to Nicholas’ hair, glimmering and glittering beautifully in the light before melting away.

You didn’t realize how intensely you were admiring him until he chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the sleigh.

The driver of the sleigh beared a stark resemblance every description of Mr. Claus. His belly was round and a big white bushy beard covered the lower half of his face. The red suit he wore was an identical match to that of the sleigh. You wondered if he and the woman at the hot chocolate stand were together. They matched too similarly for it to be a coincidence.

“Well aren’t you young folks quite the good looking couple?” The man said.

“Oh, we’re not—“

“Thank you,” Nicholas interrupted. “It’s our first date.”

You gave him a confused look as that was news to you. A playful and coy glint twinkled in his eye as he helped you into the sleigh.

“What a wonderful first date! I wish you both a long and fruitful relationship!”

Nicholas thanked him again, eyes beaming. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you snug into his side. His body radiated so much warmth and heat, a welcomed and stark contrast to the severe cold of the night. Coffee and the earthy scent of him and his cologne enveloped you. You let your eyes flutter shut and enjoyed the soft Christmas tunes catching in the wind. Nicholas hummed along quietly, tapping the rhythm lightly on your arm.

A strong gust of wind whipped by, making you shiver and cuddle more into Nicholas.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered.

You looked at him. He tugged his scarf away from his nose and mouth. The surrounding lights shone brightly in his eyes, changing their color every second like a chameleon. Snow started sticking more prominently to his hair, making the bun almost resemble a chocolate powdered donut.

His hand came to your scarf and gently pulled it away from your face. You furrowed your brows and wondered what on earth he was doing. He pointed above your heads. You glanced up, a hot blush spreading across your cheeks. Mistletoe hung from a pole attached to the sleigh. Wide eyed, you looked back to Nicholas.

“It’s a superstition you know,” Nicholas stated. “May I?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

Nicholas took one last glance at you and then closed his eyes. You leaned in and met him halfway.

The soft touch of his kiss warmed your body far better than hot chocolate. His lips tasted like coffee, the flavor melding together deliciously with the hot chocolate still on your tongue. Your blood buzzed under your skin. Angelic singing and the sound of beautiful bells ringing filled the air, but you were sure that was from the Christmas music. The night didn’t feel as cold anymore.

“My missus and I shared our first kiss under mistletoe too.”

You’d forgotten all about the Santa look-a-like. He gestured over to the little old woman at the hot chocolate stand. She waved cheerfully.

“Then we got married two weeks later on Christmas Day.” He glanced over his shoulder, a bright and jolly smile on his face.

Nicholas and you shared a quick, awkward chuckle. You noted the cute flush of pink in his cheeks. It could have very well been because of the cold, but you wanted to think he was blushing. He smiled sheepishly before pulling his scarf back over his face.

Marriage never really tickled your fancy, but marrying Nicholas didn’t seem like a bad idea—though maybe you should date first.

#nicholas ruffilo x reader #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fanfic #nicholas ruffilo fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic

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whalesforhands · 9 months

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ik gojo is the clingy type. but like how clingy??? i’m sure dyf!mc gets overwhelmed because she def seems the type to not be used to affection.

how clingy? wouldn’t u like to know lmao. just know he’s clingy AND whipped in dyf au

you are right in the sense that she isn’t used to affection, but know that i’ve written dyf!mc to be very very very very very touchstarved. which is also why u don’t see her complain much/at all when being touched by the main 3

It’s cold. You need to wear more layers.

You feel shivers start to trail down your spine, your undershirt suddenly not feeling quite enough as Gojo wrapped his own uniform blazer around you.

His extremely chilly, cold feeling blazer.

Unrelenting and refusing to let you out of his hold.

“Satoru…” You’re trying not to push him away, the cold radiating from his body AND his snow covered jacket making your chill resistance even lower.

“Could you let me go?”

“Nope!”

“But you’re really cold!” You’re now struggling against his grip, trying to get off his lap and his arm unlocked from around your waist. So that you can free yourself from his scarily glacial chill. Why does he run so cold?

“And? You feel really nice and warm. Like a little warm water bottle! He smushed his cheek against yours as you struggled to push him away, squirming around.

“Nwooo, stop!” You shove his imposing cheek away with a glove-clad hand. “You’re too cold!”

“I think you’ll look cute even with a little bit of frost bi-“

Suguru has saved you, flicking his partner’s forehead hard enough for him to let you go.

You act quickly, lunging into Suguru’s open and waiting arms instead, ensuring that the fluttering jacket didn’t touch the ground as you hung it on your arm instead.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!” You whined, reaching pulling your muffler on properly from its disheveled state.

Gojo really was a walking fridge.

“Noooo-! My personal heater!” He grabbed at the air as he dragged himself forward, aiming to grapple you into his deathly embrace of ice and teeth chattering.

Geto quickly swerved, dodging him and maneuvering you as Gojo stumbled on his feet.

You let out a sigh of relief. Another few minutes of guaranteed non-Gojo heat.

You’ve thought you’ve escaped. Thought.

“Thank you and all, Suguru but…” You start to panic a little as you feel his arms tightening around you.

“Could you perhaps let me go now?”

He simply smiles down at you, eyes closed in what seemed like bliss as he continued to hold you.

“Nope.”

Goddamn weather.

“Suguryunnnnn, make way for me!” You shuddered at the expanse of incoming freeze when you felt Satoru wrap his long arms around the both of you.

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“Then all you have to do is look at him like I taught you, okay?” Shoko reaffirms, holding you by your shoulders, determinedly looking you in the eye as you stare back at her.

“Wha-“

“Target spotted. Into action, brave soldier.” You’re immediately flung outwards, a strong chest catching you as you rubbed at your nose, looking up at the ‘target’.

“Satoru,” You began, your hands nervously twiddling with each other as your eyes surreptitiously peeked back at Shoko hiding behind a wall, flashing you a thumbs up.

Time to put the mission into play.

Your eyes met his smiling face.

“There’s a new crepe shop that-“

“Yes.”

You’re taken aback. “I… Didn’t finish my sentence?”

Gojo hummed, hand sweeping out snowflakes from your hair.

“You ran out of allowance money right?”

…

“I was right, wasn’t I?” He squishes your face in his cold hands as you struggle to think of a retort. You can’t give away Shoko’s plan so easily, even if he was right!

“Awwwe, don’t worry.” He now pinches one of your cheeks, before wrapping you up in his arms.

“I’ll buy you as many crepes as you want!”

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Suguru and Satoru were actually going to head off to the crepe shop together for a date.

They were thinking buying back some for you and Shoko, but since you so cutely asked Satoru, they simply left with you.

You invited Shoko along.

The crepes tasted strangely sweet when you all ate them together on a bench at a nearby park.

You want to go again soon.

Gojo got strawberry, Geto had chocolate banana, Ieiri matcha.

Regardless of what you picked, Gojo had stolen a bite of yours, you willingly gave Geto a bite of your crepe whilst he fed you back his own, and Shoko and yourself shared crepes with each other.

#gojo x reader #geto x reader x gojo #geto x reader #jjk x reader #dyf au #gojo satoru x reader #whalewrites #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #satosugu x reader

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familyvideostevie · 10 months

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🐚 SEASHELL: i feel like steve is very dial drunk by noah kahan coded so may i please request "i ain't proud of all the punches that i've thrown / in the name of someone i no longer know" with our favorite reformed mean girl! THANK U EMMA ILY <33

kait!! i took this and twisted it a little bit, hope that's okay! ily <3 here's steve helping you after you get in a fight :)

"Stop looking so smug," Steve grumbles. "This could have been a really shitty situation." His hands are gentle despite his grumpy tone. He feels really tall from where you sit on the closed toilet

"I'm pretty sure he accidentally punched me," you remind him. "And he looked like he was going to cry after. Especially when you showed up."

"I should have broken his nose," he mutters. "I think this is gonna be a black eye. How's it feel?"

He prods at the crest of your cheekbone and you hiss, fingers gripping the seams of his jeans. "Ow, Steve." His touch lightens but his expression doesn't.

"That'll teach you to get in fights." He rubs the bruise cream into your skin and you scoff.

"Excuse me," you say. "First of all, I didn't 'get' in the fight." You use your fingers as air quotes and his mouth twitches. "I tried to stop one, and then he punched me as a reaction so I punched him back."

"Shitty punch."

He's already bandaged your split knuckle and complained about your form. Steve gets a bit testy when he's really worried, so you're taking it in stride. After he finished bandaging you up he'll be clingy and at your beck and call.

"Second of all, I have it on very good authority that you used to get in fights all the time. And lose."

He knows you're joking. You've talked about his past a lot since you got together -- late nights with his head in your lap as he explained the shit he's caused and been on the receiving end of.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs. "Laugh it up, slugger. At least I know how to throw a punch."

"But you don't, anymore." It's not really a question. It's more of a reminder for Steve that you know who he is.

He shakes his head, traces your bottom lip with his thumb. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Unless someone tries to punch my girlfriend again. Then it's all fair play."

You laugh then wince when it pulls at your eye. Steve frowns and leans down to kiss your closing lid gently before doing the same to your lips. "Let's get some ice on that."

join the celebration!

#fvsbeachday #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff

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lcnelyghost · 1 year

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how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

I hope u have a great day, Thank u sm!!

ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

***

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

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belladonazeppole · 27 days

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Dancerock/Rockroulette Incorrect Quotes

(While I do like @adyophene name of "rockroulette" I also like mine of "Dancerock")

Adam: What has the hotel ever done for you? Why would you wanna save it?

Husk: Because I'm one of the idiots who lives on it!

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Husk, to Adam: You’re not the ‘Big Bad’ anymore. You’re not even the 'kind of naughty’. You're just annoying.

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Husk: If it’s a concussion, you have to keep Adam conscious, okay? Ask him questions.

Angel Dust: What’s seven times seven?

Husk: Stuff he knows!

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Adam Pussycat! I can't do this stupid math!

Husk, done: What’s the math problem?

Adam: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.

Angel Dust, covering Fat Nuggets's ears, while Husk smacks Adam upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.

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Adam, on the phone: So no head?

Adam: *Throws phone and breaks guitar*

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Adam: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Husk: Nope, there's 26.

Adam: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Husk: Oh, that was actually cute, but you're still missing one.

Adam, winks: You'll get the D later ;).

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Adam: What are you drinking, Pussycat?

Husk, kinda drunk: Vodka.

Adam: Straight?

Husk: No, pan. Why?

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Adam: You know, sometimes I really think I can be too straight.

Husk, covered in pansexual merch and sipping an iced coffee: Sucks to be you.

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Vaggie: Adam, why are you standing in front of the fan?

Adam: I’m waiting for Suspenders to look into our window when she come home. When the fan is blowing on me, I look like a fancy supermodel.

Vaggie: You want Husk to think you’re a supermodel?

Adam: Giving the pussycat eye candy is the least I can do. It’ll probably be the best part of her walk!

Vaggie, sarcastically: You’re selfless.

Adam: Thank you for noticing and I expect that these get me some points in the redemtion bullshit.

#hazbin hotel #incorrect quotes #husk #hazbin hotel husk #husker #hazbin hotel adam #adam #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #adamhusk #rouckroulette #dancerock #yeah Adam thinks that Husk is a woman #he is a moron #also Pussycat and Suspenders are his nicknames for Husk

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codename-adler · 5 months

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first snowstorm of the winter here in Montréal, Canada so…

Foxes vs. the great white shitstorm

Kevin: PTSD from the-skiing-accident-that-never-was bc that’s how far his trauma goes BUT will brave the snow if accompanied bc Exy is an interior sport thank u mom for that one. chances are he also probably bunkered down at the Foxhole court beforehand so he wouldn’t have to witness a single snowflake nor be separated from his one true love. bunker supplies include a shit ton of OJ bc the man is fighting away the flus and the colds like it’s The Plague Part II: 1347.

Matt: has to be stopped by Dan, once again, from buying a snow plow to fix in front of his truck. like every place where winter = snow, the PSU campus is severely unprepared for the onslaught, it’s like they’ve never seen this shit before and if I could just help out the community that way it would be a win-win for everybody Dan don’t you get it? it’s still a no, so Matt proceeds with unleashing his energy outside, alone, grumbling and building snowmen (and snowphalluses once Nicky joins in)

Nicky: DECKS THE HALLS EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE, FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA. it’s tradition for him to wait until the first snowfall before decorating for Christmas, as a compromise (if it truly were up to him, 1st of November would be Christmas Tree Day, but he made a deal with the twins who, despite despising their birthday, would absolutely not have Jingle Bells and and holly on November 4th). the thing with Nicky is, he exhausts himself very, very fast and loses focus/productivity in the blink of an eye, so all you see is a path of garlands and pine needles leading to a zoned out Nicky munching on frootloops in a beanbag. the Foxes will have to finish what he started.

Allison: during daytime? fab as ever, hyped to get out her winter outfits and order another 3k of winter gear, boots, scarves, gloves etc. for herself. then she shops some more for the Foxes, some genuine bougie shit, some wtf shit to make fun of this season's chosen victims (see: Kevin always, a little bit Neil to chase away the nightmare of the past year, and this year's winners: Dan and Aaron). but once nighttime hits? it's war time. it's UGLY time. thermo one-piece suit, the old 3XL PSU Foxes men's sweatshirt Seth bought himself in his first year, tight braid shoved under a tight camo sports balaclava, spy goggles slapped on her naked-bar-fake-lashes face, heavy duty boots, and snowballs. yes, snowballs. starting this year, she's initiating the Yearly Foxes Snowball War. she's got her Santa bag ready and full of compact snowballs as she goes down the hall, breaking and entering every Fox dorm and obliterating them unprovoked. queen behavior. conquering among the squeals of Matt Aaron Kevin the vanquished!

Renee: hater mode activated. it's only for the first snow, it's only for one day, but it's brutal. her smile is tight, her socks are fucking wet by noon and she's had it. the little gremlin dives under a pile yay-high of blankets, destroying one or two of her advent calendars and eating 25-50 pieces of chocolate to sate her ire. she's the only one safe from Allison's assault, she's only asked if she'd like to join in the snowball fight instead, which is a hard no from Renee. next year, though, Allison's provided her with the same tech-gear and she's ready to unleash her anger on her unsuspecting teammates. but only after the chocolates.

Dan: nope. nope nope nope. she's so cold. so cold. she's craving warmth wherever she can, making the Foxes jump when she shoves her iced hands or feet into them. she's bundled up in layers upon layers of clothes. she's drinking coffee and tea by the gallon. she's scrambling for every lip balm she can get her hands on. she's making soup, and soup, and more soup. spicy ramen, three beans, lipton, chicken cream, veggie mix. she's got 2 thermos at all times, one hot drink, one hot soup. soup mama.

Aaron: first victim of cold season. if there's a snowflake, Aaron's got snot. no amount of ginger shots, garlic nostrils, citrus slices or soup can prevent the inevitable. man down by sunset, congested af, broody and pitiful. everybody makes fun of him, most of all Neil. look at the hot shot doctor bested by a lil cough-cough. the one year he didn't get sick so early, he had to get the new flu shot bc he's premed. needless to say, man down again.

Neil: ultimate x-games galore, here he comes! for the first time in his life, he's allowed to indulge, and try out every winter sport under the sun. Exy's still his wife, but man is snowboard up there with snowshoes-running and ice-skating and sledding. he's monstrously good at hockey, to Kevin's great disappointment. he thinks he'd have quite liked being a hockey player hadn't it been for Exy. and the mafia. anyways, he's unstoppable, he's exhausting, he's everything. he's Barbie.

Andrew: tiny emo beef man is fucking-A-ready. winter tires ON, tire chains ON, windshield cover ON, broom and shovels ACQUIRED, hot chocolate cupboard FULL, cleated boots SHARPENED, hotshots warmers STACKED. and then he just- doesn't move. not one iota. absolute pillow princess without any fucking involved. that man is not getting out there, despite the Foxes' wailings of needing a ride, needing groceries, needing a hand. he is ready, doesn't mean he's involved. c'mon, the dude's got multiple plans for a zombie apocalypse, you think a little snow's gonna stop him? yes, actually.

and that's all folks... for now. fuck /yeah/ snow!

#*plucking a flowers petals* i love snow i hate snow i love snow i hate snow #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds

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echoing-gravity · 1 year

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Blind Earthshaker Au

I wanna see a series rewrite where everything is the same except Percy is blind but can see better than everyone around him and has Katara's ice bending and toph beifong's Seismic Vibration Senses.

Like his dad is called the earth SHAKER so I don't think he can bend the earth too well but Percy is like feeling and making tiny vibrations/Earthquakes with his feet to see. He's super weak to air based projectiles think arrows. Or like literally anything a wind spirit picks up and throws in his general direction.

(He will tap his foot like an angry rabbit when hes stressed or caught off guard. I'm thinking wind spirits since they don't touch the ground OR have any water inside their bodies)

He can also "see" like where all the water is around him in a certain distance. Like mentally he has a 3d map of where things are. He doesn't like going places where theirs not a lot of water/or gorund. he can like tell when people are nervous by the speed of their blood flow/ the rhythm of their hearts. And is super precise with his ice bending be cuz of it.

Maybe Sally dies early or something and like we've got like 7 year old blind Percy wandering the streets but like since he can see where all the monsters are with his vibration earthy senses he can avoid them really well. Like "oh huh that guy has Hoooves? Nope. Percy outta here. Noo thanks." Since the mist is mostly sight based, and stuff, I feel like Percy would have a HUGE advantage.

In cannon it's shown that Percy is like really clairvoyant, what with all his dreams and stuff. So in my au he knows about the big three pact, and is just bullshiting people into thinking he's related to Khione goddess of snow and ice. And desperately trying not to let into the fact that he's blind.

(Luke/or/annabeth/or/Leo/or/Rachel/or Whoever he ends up being best friends with figures it out eventually be cuz theyve been friends for so long.)

At some point he runs into an 11yr old Luke pre- Luke meeting Thalia&Annabeth. And then we have them having the dynamic of Percy being a manic feral little shit and Luke trying to be responsible and protect him but ends up being the one protected all the time. I think it'd be funny.

Or maybe he runs into 7 year old annabeth and they become badass -cant be beat- besties. Percy snipe murdering every spider in a quarter mile radius, after he finds out annabeth is afraid of them.

I'm more partial to the meets Luke one cuz then when Percy and annabeth go on their first quest we'd get this fucking glorious scene:

Annabeth: no don't look Percy! You'll die!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: hahaha bitch u thought!!! *He says as he uncaps riptide witch was hidden in his hand.*

Medusa: *gurgling noise be cuz there is now a sword in her neck.*

Or in book two:

Circe standing with Percy Infront of enchanted mirror: isn't there Something u wish u could change about ur appearance? Drink this magic smoothie!

Unhinged feral blind Percy: haha bitch YOU THOUGHT.

Circe is now being held at knife point. (Or.. smootie- icicle point?)

Or if a pissed off god flashes their true form.

Hera: how... how are you alive?!

*Percy with his head tilted/angled so it looks like he's looking at them.*

Percy: *sing-songy voice* I know something yoooouuu doooonnntt! :)

Or if he gets hit by cupids arrow.

Cupid: the next person u look at with direct eye contact you will fall helplessly in love with them.

unhinged feral blind Percy: HAHAHA BITCH GUESS WHAT!

I'm sure there's more areas in the books or just Greek mythos in general where being blind is actually an advantage, but I can't think of any off the top of my head.

Or oooor -this is the one that I see being most likely to happen- hear me out: he runs into LEO. Since Hera was using the mist like crazy to hide him, but Percy is unaffected/immune to the most because He. Can't. See. It.

They steal/hijack an RV to live in. That could be cool. Leo has trama based on like burning people, right? Percy in canon Swam in LAVA, boy is fire-fucking-PROOF!! Fire and ice friends!

('oh my gods, they were roommates' perleo shipping intensifies)

Leo probably: you're nickname shall be Snowflake. Becuz ice powers.

Leo mentally: "wow! this person is really pretty, and funny and is like me, AND THEIR FUCKING FIREPROOF?"

Leo mentally: lets get fucking married.

Or maybe Sally doesn't die and Percy's blindness is known. He goes to school and guess who volunteered to help read his paperwork to him. That's right our favorite eco-rights activist: Rachel Elizabeth Dare!

Since Percy is blind he doesn't? Have dyslexia? I'm not entirely sure about how to explain this one. But like he's blind. People read things for him. (so he isnt effected by having dyslexia, becuase someone else is reading things for him.) He'd have good grades. Percy is sooo fucking smart. But like no one remembers cuz annabeth is always putting him down with all that doubt in canon. "Seaweed Brain!" I hate that nickname. Fuck canon annabeth. U don't have to put others down to have confidence in yourself omfg.

someone who isnt me write it. this is a writing prompt go! fanfic writers gooo!

#toph beifong #percy jackson #Blind Percy Jackson #Pjo #luke castellan #waterbending #bloodbending #Earthshaker Percy #Earthshaker powers #Feral Percy Jackson #Unhinged Percy jackson #Bloodbending percy #perleo #rachel elizabeth dare #leo valdez #writing prompt

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lnfours · 11 months

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sideline (two) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a short but also sweet 2k

warnings -> mentions of family loss, language, fluff, all the feels, toms the best fake bf idk...

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it had been a week since you and tom had started ‘dating’. it was working out well and people started believing in it whenever they’d see the way you’d both put on a show in front of others. and when sarah and mia had questioned what was going on, they both happily squealed at your response.

now you sat on your bed, scrolling through different social medias to pass the time until you felt tired enough to go to bed. you stopped your scrolling process when a messages notification popped up at the top of your screen.

tom hey, you busy?

you clicked on it, the screen brightening as your fingers tapped against the keyboard.

y/n not really, just trying to make myself tired why? something wrong?

you watched as the ‘read’ popped up under your blue message. the bubble with three little dots popped up on his end.

tom can’t sleep lol and i’m kinda craving some ice cream wanna join?

you smiled, typing out a response.

y/n sure!

tom cool :) i’ll pick u up in 10?

y/n sounds good :)

you got up out of bed and threw on a hoodie overtop of your tank top, grabbing some socks and shoes before heading downstairs quietly. the two other girls were already asleep, getting their rest in before their 8ams in the morning.

you grabbed your wallet and house key out of your purse, watching as a car pulled into the driveway. you quietly opened the front door, stepping outside and locking it behind you before making your way to the passenger side of his car.

“hey,” you smiled, getting in. he smiled back at you.

“hey,” he looked over at your hoodie, “you like the bruins?”

you looked down at your hoodie, “oh, it was my dad’s. hockey was his favorite sport.”

he nodded, pulling out the driveway. he handed you his phone that was unlocked, “you can choose the music if you want to.”

you clicked on the spotify icon on his phone, going through his liked songs playlist. you let out a soft laugh, clicking on the one direction song towards the top of the playlist, “you like one direction?”

he smiled back over at you from the driver’s side, “hell yeah! some of their songs are catchy.”

you shook your head, still smiling as you looked out the window. you couldn't explain it, but something about being with tom made you feel comfortable. everything about him made you feel like you could tell him anything and everything, talk for hours about whatever crossed your minds.

he looked over at you, “you alright?”

you turned back to the brunette, a content smile on your face, “yeah, sorry. just thinking.”

“about?”

you shrugged, “just about life, i guess?”

he pulled into a space in the parking lot, “talk over some ice cream?”

you nodded, the two of you getting out of the car. you both walked up to the order window, placing your order. when you went to pay, he pushed your arm aside.

“no, i’ve got it.”

“nope, this was my idea. let me.”

you huffed, sending him a look as the cashier smiled at the both of you, “i remember when my husband and i were your age. it was always an argument whenever it’d be time to pay.”

you both let out a soft laugh, smiling at the woman. he fished a few dollar bills out of his wallet, sticking them in the ‘tips’ cup propped up in the window. she smiled at him again.

“here you go, hun,” she said, handing him his card back before looking over at you, “he’s a keeper, sweetie.”

you smiled, “can’t argue with that.”

he playfully rolled his eyes at you, the two of you thanking the older woman before stepping to the pickup window. once the two of you had your ice cream in your hand, he led you back to the car. this time, he opened the door for you.

“putting on a show for that woman, huh?”

he laughed, shaking his head, “shut up and get in the car.”

you laughed back at him, sitting down on the leather seat before he closed the car door. he made his way around to the other side, closing the door.

“so,” he said after a little while, your ice cream almost finished as the condensation on the cup soaked through the napkins in your hand, “tell me everything i need to know about you.”

you hummed, taking the plastic spoon out of your mouth, “like what?”

“your favorite color, favorite song, about your hometown, parents,” he shrugged, “what cringey phase you went through in middle school,” you chuckled as he smiled, “seriously, anything.”

you sighed, “well, i don’t have a favorite color or a favorite song, there’s just too many options for both of those things,” he nodded, “uhm, born and raised in boston, i don’t really plan on leaving, either.. and i definitely went through an emo phase in middle school.”

he smirked, “i can picture that,” he said, “what about your parents?”

you bit down on your lower lip, putting your ice cream cup in your lap, “well, it’s just me and my grandmother. my mom wasn’t in the picture, and my dad passed when i was 15. ever since then, it’s just been me and her.”

his expression softened, “im so sorry.”

you waved him off, sending him a tight lipped smile, “it’s okay.”

he shook his head, “i can’t imagine,” he put his ice cream trash in the cupholder of the car, “i mean, i was wondering about your word choice earlier when i asked about the sweatshirt, but i just didn’t expect-”

“tom,” you placed your hand on his arm to keep him from rambling apologies, “it’s okay. really.”

his eyes met yours and you smiled softly, “sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes, “stop apologizing!”

he put his hands up in fake surrender, “okay, okay!”

you both chuckled as a comfortable silence washed over the two of you. you decided to be the one to break it, “what about you?”

he hummed before answering, “well, my favorite color is blue, favorite song changes but currently it’s ‘take me where your heart is’ by q, because unlike someone i know, i can pick.”

you playfully swatted at his arm, “fuck off.”

he smiled, leaning back in his seat, “uhm, what else… oh, born and raised in london, i’ve got three younger brothers, two of them are twins. i’m hoping to go pro with hockey, and uhm… i was a theater kid in middle school.”

“okay, being a theater kid is kinda dope,” you argued, “props to them, they have more talent than i have.”

he nodded, “yeah, it was a fun time.”

“what about your parents?” you asked and you watched him shift in his seat, unsure on wether or not he should talk about it. you gave him a reassuring smile, egging him on to talk about them.

“they’re y’know, parents,” he said, “my mom’s more supportive about other stuff, and my dad pushes me to play hockey like he did in college, wants me to be better than he was.”

“your dad played hockey?”

“yeah, back in the 90s,” he shrugged, “never made it pro, though. so i guess he’s trying to live through me to get the life he wanted.”

“is that how you ended up in boston?”

he nodded, “yeah, best school with the best hockey team. didn’t have much of a choice.” he looked back over at you, “what about you, though? what’re your plans for after graduation?”

you shrugged, “haven’t really gotten there yet. i’m hoping to land a internship with a book publishing company here in the city by the end of spring semester, and then i guess we’ll see where that leads me.”

the music was still playing softly as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence. you looked over at him as he scrolled through his spotify playlist, his face softly illuminated by the dim lighting on his phone. he looked so pretty, so soft…

no, stop it. this is supposed to be a fake relationship. no strings attached, remember?

you pulled your gaze away and checked the time on your phone, 10:45pm. even though it was late at night, you weren’t tired at all.

“oh, i forgot to tell you,” his voice broke through the silence, “there’s a game this friday, you should come.”

you let out a soft groan, “do i have to?”

he chuckled, “part of the deal, remember?”

those damn rules.

“okay, fine. but im bringing mia and sarah.”

he shrugged, “fine with me.”

after a few more minutes of talking about classes tomorrow, you both had come to the conclusion that it was getting late and the two of you should head back. the drive was short back to your house, tom pulling into the driveway and putting the car in park.

“thanks for the ice cream,” you smiled, “i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything,” he smiled, “was on me, remember?”

you rolled your eyes, “fine, next time it’s on me, okay?”

he shook his head with a laugh, “whatever helps you sleep at night, love.”

you ignored the butterflies in your stomach that erupted at the nickname, smiling back at him as you got out of the car, “goodnight, thomas.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

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the next morning was chaotic. the quad was filled with students trying to find their way to their classes, booths set up in the middle encouraging them to join certain clubs. you walked with your headphones in, looking down at your phone as you opened spotify.

you typed in the song tom had mentioned the night before, listening to it. you were curious about what his music taste was like, no other reason. none at all.

you jumped as someone tapped you on the shoulder, tugging an earbud out as you spun your head into the direction of the person behind you. you relaxed when you noticed the messy flop of brunette curls.

“jesus, you really have to stop stalking me.”

“well, good morning to you, too, sunshine,” the british accent filled your ears, “and to be fair, this is literally the main hub of everyone who goes to this school.”

he turned around in a circle with his arms out, gesturing to the amount of people walking through. you playfully rolled your eyes, “what do you want, holland?”

“what? i can’t walk my ‘girlfriend’ to her first class of the day?” he asked, using air quotes when he said ‘girlfriend’. he held his hand out for you to give him your bag, which you obliged, knowing he wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“where you heading?”

“english with wilson,” you said the next sentence with a sarcastic tone, “the best way to start my morning.”

“he’s such a snoozefest,” he rolled his eyes, “always talking about shit that doesn’t matter.”

you chuckled, nodding in agreement, “where are you heading?”

“oh, i’m free until my class at 2,” he said, opening the door to the building for you, “might just go sit in the lounge for a little bit.”

you nodded, walking towards the staircase, “sounds like an interesting morning.”

“oh, for sure.”

he walked you to the door, handing you back your bag, “i’ll be back here at noon.”

“you don’t have to walk me to and from, it’s okay.”

he shrugged, “i want to.”

your eyes drifted when you realized the group of boys were heading to the same room as you. your eyes locked on jack’s blue ones, a pit settling into your stomach. tom caught on that you weren’t paying attention, his eyes shifting to the blonde who walked past you.

jack’s eyes shifted from you and to tom. tom sent him a nod, smiling as jack ignored him, entering the lecture.

you sighed, “maybe i should go see advisement about switching.”

“no, this is good,” tom said, “i can come here every morning and make him jealous.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“always am,” he smiled, walking backwards as he sent you a smile, “see you at noon, darling.”

you walked into the lecture and found a seat, sitting down and thinking to yourself and shaking your head as you smiled softly.

tom holland was going to 100% be the death of you.

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💌 beings my tagged list has gotten so long that tumblr literally won't let me add it, the tagged list is temporarily closed until i can figure it out. in the meantime, be sure to follow and turn on notifications for @toms-gf to be notified whenever i post imagines :)

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twiceinadream · 1 year

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“Baby it’s cold outside.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Mina goes to S/O’s apartment but when it’s time to leave there is an announcement saying the roads are shut down due to the blizzard. So naturally they find a way to keep warm.

a/u: Long time no see, everyone! I’m so sorry I haven’t posted for the past few months but there’s just been so much happening in my life at the moment. It’s been awhile since I last wrote a serious piece for here so please bear with me as I get back into the swing of things. I hope you all enjoy my 3rd annual: Mina Christmas Prompt. Thank you all so much for 3.9k+ followers and for all the continued love and support. I love you guys!

Word Count: 1.4k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Music played softly from your speakers as a newly decorated Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of your living room as flurries of snow fell outside your window. However, the inside of your apartment was comfortably warm as you and Mina cuddled on the couch. A mug of cocoa in your guy’s hands as your girlfriend sat in between your legs, a blanket thrown over your legs as she buried her cold feet into the crook of your knee.

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she tried to thaw the ice blocks she called feet in your warmth. You made a mental note to buy her some warm socks for Christmas this year. Your chin rested on her shoulder as she read the book the two of you started together before a yawn cut off Mina’s elegant voice in the middle of her sentence. You couldn’t help but smile a little at how she looked when she was sleepy, you gingerly set your mug down on the coffee table beside you before taking Mina’s gently from her and placing it beside yours. You placed a soft kiss to your girlfriend’s cheek as you pulled her to lay back against you, her weight a comfortable presence above you as she nuzzled into your neck.

“Someone’s sleepy.” You teased softly as the Japanese woman turned so she was now on her stomach.

“Are you sleepy, Y/N-Chan?” Mina teased back as you shook your head with a light chuckle. Your girlfriend happened to glance at her watch when she sat up, “Aww, I’m sorry, Jagi. I have to go, the girls and I have a schedule tomorrow.”

You tried to not let her see your face drop. You knew how important her group and her fans were, and don’t get it wrong, you were her number one fan and the biggest support for her and the rest of girls - they came as a package deal after all. “Is it time already? I guess time flies when you’re having fun.”

Mina could see through you in an instant as she gently cupped your chin, “I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer, baby. We have a break coming up soon, then I’ll be all yours.” Your girlfriend brought you into a soft kiss as your arms snaked around her hips as hers wrapped around your neck. Neither of you wanted to part for air but you both eventually pulled away as your foreheads rested against each other’s, your breaths lingered between you when both your phones suddenly alarmed.

You both pulled away as you fished your phone out of your pocket as you read the alert that had just come out:

EMERGENCY ALERT

Blizzard Warning this area until further notice. Prepare. Avoid travel. Check media - NWS

You could barely contain the grin that was threatening to break out onto your lips, huffing out a laugh as you pulled your girlfriend back into your embrace, “I guess miracles really do exist.”

Mina rolled her eyes in amusement as she fought your hold, “I will not stand to be held captive!”

You quirked a brow before realization dawned on you, “Well get used to it, Minari. Looks like you're stranded here.”

The Japanese woman sighed dramatically, “What do you think my chances of making it back on my own?”

You chuckled as you listened to the song that was playing over your speakers, “Slim to none. Baby it’s cold outside.”

You and Mina held each other’s gaze for a second before bursting into laughter, “Wow, that was pretty corny, Y/N-ah.”

You shrugged as Mina took her place on the couch once again, but before she could get comfortable you pushed her onto her back and climbed above her, “You think so? Cause I had a whole plan of how I was gonna keep you warm. But if you think it was too corny, maybe I’ll…”

“No!” You held back an amused smirk as Mina blushed at her outburst, “I mean, please continue. I won’t try stopping whatever you have planned.”

You laughed lightly as you placed kisses along the edge of her jaw, “That’s what I thought.”

—

Mina’s bare chest heaved as you placed soft kisses up and down her inner thigh, teasing where her thigh met her pubic bone then back down. You could see her wetness glittering along her petalled folds as you continued to purposefully ignore it. Reveling in the frustrated groans above your head as your girlfriend squirmed under your lips, “Need something Minari?”

The Japanese woman glared at you as her fingernails dug into the couch cushions as a conflicted moan slipped out, “Please touch me.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I already am.”

She groaned loudly, “That’s not what I meant. Y’know that Y/N-ah.”

You smiled evilly as you stopped kissing her thighs to stare into her eyes, “I’m sorry. I think you’ll need to be more specific.”

Mina’s mouth fell open slightly as she closed her eyes, her head fell back against the arm rest as she spoke. Embarrassment was clear in her voice, “Pl..please touch my…pu..ah!” You took the opportunity to blow a cool stream of air directly onto her swollen folds as her legs jerked beside your head, “Please touch my pussy!”

A very satisfied smile spread onto your face as you let your tongue out to wet your lips, “Why didn’t you just say so, Minari.”

“Because I was…oh!” You cut your girlfriend off once again as you licked a line straight from her entrance to her clit as you flicked the bundle of nerves with the top of your tongue.

Mina’s fingers dig harder into the couch as her hips bucked slightly, you quickly looped your arms around her thighs to keep her from squirming too much as you continued your work between her legs. Your tongue continued lapping up her essence as you drank in the mix of sweet and slightly sour, humming to yourself as her juices continued to greet your tongue. You circled her entrance briefly before pushing the tip of your tongue inside, teasing her just a little bit longer before you pushed in further. You eagerly drank in the nectar spilling onto your palate as you bobbed your head into a rhythm.

Sensing that your girlfriend needed more, you reluctantly pulled away to both of your displeasure before you quickly moved up and captured her clit between your lips. The sensation felt like fire to Mina’s nerves as she moaned out loud frantically grasping for your free hand as she interlocked your guy’s fingers. You sucked the bundle into your mouth as your other hand trailed down to her entrance and you slowly slid a finger inside. You were met with next to no-resistance as your finger glided smoothly into her clenching passage, you gave a few more thrusts before adding a second then a third. Your girlfriend loved to feel the stretch as you pumped even harder into her, curling your fingers up to the rough, spongy spot that made her see stars.

Your usually quiet and conservative girlfriend became a moaning and screaming mess under you as you continued to lavish her in an onslaught of pleasure. Your arm was starting to burn and your jaw ached but there was no way you were gonna stop until she was satisfied. The bottom of your chin was wet with her arousal as you sucked harder, your finger drilling into her as her thighs clenched. Your head had become sandwiched between her powerful legs and you figured if this was how you went out, you would die happy. But you were pulled out of your reverie as Mina’s walls clenched down on your fingers then began pulsing as you continued thrusting.

A scream of ecstasy left your usually quiet girlfriend as she was thrown headlong into one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced. As you continued thrusting your hand, a stream or three of her arousal shot out, surprising you as it wet your arm and face. Gradually you lessened your movements as you helped Mina ride out the rest of her release before pulling out. Your tongue quickly cleaned her up, careful to avoid her swollen clit when you felt the Japanese woman pull your hand, the one that had been inside her, to her lips as she cleaned her own juices off your finger.

A spike of arousal quickly filled your lower belly as you felt even hornier than you had been a second ago. A predatory smirk overtook your girlfriend’s beautiful features as mischief glinted in her eyes, “I think it’s my turn to give you a little surprise. Don’t you think so, Y/N-ah?”

You nodded dumbly as you refused to look away, “Yes, ma’am.”

Mina pulled you up into a kiss, her arousal on both of your tongues as she pulled you flush against her, “Good, I thought so too.”

#fortwice #twice #twice prompt #twice one shot #twice imagines #twice smut #twice fluff #myoui mina #twice mina #myoui mina x reader #i love you guys #twiceinadream

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astarionposting · 5 months

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OC's as obscure references

Thank u for tagging me @vspin 🖤

I was tagged in this like two weeks ago, saved it in my drafts and then forgot about it, but now I have another oc and remembered! A lot of these are suggestions from my friend cus im really bad at the writing part of my OCs... also I spent a lot more time on this than needed cause I needed an excuse to make more gifs/edits of my gals 🥰🥰

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFREYJA / ‘SE TIMPA VELKRYS’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLILLITH / ‘THE DARK URGE’

FREYJA

ANIMAL: White stag COLOURS: deep oak, silver white, bronze, navy, black / gold, deep crimson, amber, black (post-resurrection) MONTH: January SONGS: Playlist (soon oops) NUMBER: idk PLANTS: Evergreen trees, hydrengea / black dahlia (post-resurrection) SMELLS: witch hazel, leather, mint, firewood, rosemary, lavender GEMSTONE: Labradorite / Spessartine (post-resurrection) TIME OF DAY: Dawn SEASON: End of winter PLACES: (not sure of real places soo) The Underdark, Temple of Bhaal DRINKS: Cherry spiced wine ELEMENT: Necrosis (is that an element? I dunno) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries FOOD: SEASONINGS: Rosemary, ginger, cardamom, mint SKY: Misty sunrise WEATHER: Cold, rainy, misty and stormy / Solar storm (post-resurrection) MAGICAL POWER: Wall of ice / Wall of fire (post-resurrection) WEAPONS: Long sword, long bow SOCIAL MEDIA: nope MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeshadow CANDY: Black licorice METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Horse ART STYLE: Renaissance FEAR: Dying alone MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: The White Stag, Leshen (post-resurrection) PIECE OF STATIONARY: Ink THREE EMOJIS: 🌫️ 🐺 🗡️ / ❤️‍🔥🦌🌄(post-resurrection) CELESTIAL BODY: WISE J085510.83-071442.5 / Betelgeuse (post-resurrection)

*post-resurrection is just something in terms of game of thrones stuff, inspired by this fanfic I’m reading, but with some changes hehe :)

LILLITH

ANIMAL: Starling COLOURS: Wisteria, crimson, black MONTH: December SONGS: Playlist NUMBER: 13 (according to my friend hehe) PLANTS: Lily, bat flower SMELLS: Fresh blood, jasmine blossoms, rosemary, cognac, bergamot (she gets more of her nice smells from Astarion…) GEMSTONE: Garnet TIME OF DAY: Late night SEASON: Winter PLACES: (not sure of real places soo) The Underdark, Temple of Bhaal DRINKS: Cherry spiced wine ELEMENT: Necrosis (is that an element? I dunno) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries FOOD: Liver (origin of said organ is unspecified for legal reasons) SEASONINGS: Saffron, rosemary, red chilli flakes SKY: Full lunar eclipse WEATHER: Dark/Cold/Foggy MAGICAL POWER: Circle of death WEAPONS: Greatsword, dagger SOCIAL MEDIA: she don’t know what that is MAKEUP PRODUCT: Black lipstick CANDY: Cinnamon hearts METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking mostly, even though she got no damn shoes on ART STYLE: Romanticism FEAR: Father, the Urge MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Valravn PIECE OF STATIONERY: she isn’t much of a writer… more of a stabby stabby… so maybe a letter opener? THREE EMOJIS: 🩸🌑🗡️ CELESTIAL BODY: Triton, moon of Neptune

Credits: x | x | x

tagging: @whoopsitsloobis @tugoslovenka @catching-fire-in-the-wind @julietvoid @hazellblogs @aeternaamantess (sorry if u have been tagged before) + anyone who wants to do this! You can say I tagged you :)

#tag game #bg3 #bg3 oc #oc #oc: lillith/the dark urge #oc: freyja baratheon / se timpa velkrys #yes they have the same face and hair but lets just PRETEND

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Hi!! first off, i just wanted to say that I’ve always admired ur writing!!!! U HAVE LIKE THE BEST PORTRAYALS OF NAT AND WANDA,,, and there’s so much content! IM SOSOSOSO HAPPY! thank u for writing! AND also i saw that u were taking requests, so (if ur feeling up to it :DD) maybe a story involving both prompts (or whichever one u prefer!) “do you mind if i observe you guys for a day? i have to write a romantic scene for my creative writing class and i need some inspiration.” “um, that’s fine, but we’re not dating.” “you’re not?” “nope.” “…are you sure?” AND/OR “this brings our relationship to a whole new level.” “dude, i’m just keeping a toothbrush at my house for you.” “EXACTLY!” with nat or wanda!! THANK U AGAIN FROM THE VERY BOTTOM OF MY HEART!

you are the sweetest and seeing this ask really made my day, it was an absolute pleasure to write something for you!! this is a college au with wanda, and i was able to use both prompts!! i really hope you enjoy this :)

words: 1,884

summary: [College AU] You’re harboring a wicked crush on Wanda Maximoff, and it doesn’t help that you’ve been spending more and more time with her this semester. But when one of her friends assumes you’re a couple, you find out just how oblivious you actually were to her feelings.

Taking It Slow

wanda maximoff masterlist

Once you started hanging out with her, it soon became clear to you that Wanda were not the best at holding her liquor, and that she was really affectionate when she was drunk. Thankfully she was usually easy to herd around at the bar (with the promise of either more alcohol or some kind of snack), and then you could help her make it back to her apartment without seriously injuring yourself.

This time though, she kept a tight grip on your hand as she walked with you onto the street, the chilly night air nipping at any skin that you didn’t have covered. “I don’t wanna go home,” she whined, moving closer to you.

This was definitely a new side of Wanda, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You had met when you were assigned a project together the previous semester and you really liked her. She was smart, kind, and beautiful, and you hoped to consider her more than a friend eventually, but right now you would have to settle for a platonic relationship.

“Come on, we can go back to my apartment,” you said, and you watched a smile light up her face.

“You have snacks right?” Wanda’s face was serious, as if you were discussing the most dangerous of missions rather than whether or not you had food in your fridge.

“Yes, I have snacks, don’t you worry.”

“Good, I love a woman with snacks readily available.”

You tried not to read too much into her comment (she was drunk after all), but you couldn’t help the little scenario that flashed through your mind as she said that, where Wanda wasn’t just your friend. She laid her head on your shoulder for the entirety of the cab ride back to your apartment, and you were really starting to wonder if you were dreaming. Her hand was so soft and it felt so perfect intertwined with yours, but the occasional tiny burp from her brought you back to reality: that she was simply drunk, and this was how she acted when she was under the influence.

When you made it back to your apartment, you helped her up the stairs. She had been to your place before, so it wasn’t like you were worried she was going to get lost, but her steps were a little wobbly from the amount of liquor she had drank tonight. “You should go to sleep,” you said gently.

“Y/N, it’s barely midnight!” she said brightly. “And besides, you promised me snacks!”

She decided soon after that she wanted an ice cream sundae, and thankfully you had the ingredients. The two of you sat on the couch together, enjoying a comfortable silence as you ate. You wished that more moments could be like this (though you’d prefer it if Wanda was sober), and you wished you had the confidence to admit to her how you felt.

“Hey Y/N,” Wanda’s voice broke the silence and pulled your attention back to the present. “Guess what.”

“What?”

“I like you.”

You laughed, wishing she meant that statement in a different way than she probably did mean it. “I like you too Wanda.”

“No no no,” she said. “I like you.”

“What?”

“Yeahhhhhhh,” Wanda said, stifling a yawn as she slurred slightly. The last bits of her ice cream were completely melted by now, and you gently took the bowl from her hands and placed it on the coffee table before she accidentally spilled it on herself.

She didn’t elaborate, so how were you supposed to take that? What if you bore your soul to her, only to realize that she only likes you platonically, and you were the one who took her drunken words the wrong way? Where would that leave your friendship then? But at the same time, if she really felt the same way, what if she never admitted it again?

Unfortunately, right as you made up your mind on what to say, you turned to see her eyes closed, with soft snores escaping from her mouth and a peaceful look on her face. Well obviously the universe had made that decision for you.

***

After that night, Wanda invited you out with her and her friends more often. You got along well with Natasha, Carol, and Peggy, but they knew that you were there for Wanda. It got to the point where Wanda would invite you out with them pretty much every time, and you also ate with them in the dining hall whenever your schedule allowed it.

You were waiting for Wanda to meet you for lunch after her class one day when Carol sat down at the table and took a big bite out of her sandwich. “Do you mind if i observe you and Wanda for a day? I have to write a romantic scene for my creative writing class and I need some inspiration,” she said. “I know it’s weird, but I already asked Natasha, but she didn’t want me following her and Maria around and Peggy just broke up with her boyfriend, so I’ve got nothing.”

You were completely and utterly shocked, not sure what to say to that. Did she really think you and Wanda were dating? You could understand why someone would make that assumption who didn’t know you, as you had been mistaken for a couple a few times at the campus coffee shop, but not by someone you knew. “Um, that’s fine,” you said, still wondering if this was all some kind of joke. “But Wanda and I aren’t dating.”

As much as she tried to hide the surprise in her voice, it didn’t really work. “You’re not?”

You shook your head in response. “Nope.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Last time I checked, yeah.”

“Does Wanda know that?” she asked, and that comment threw you for a loop even more than her question did in the first place.

“What do you mean? Of course Wanda knows we’re not together,” you said. “We’ve always just been friends.”

“Y/N, I am probably breaking some kind of friend code by saying this,” Carol responded, looking around to make sure no one else was around before she spoke again. “But Wanda really likes you, and she’s just not very good at showing it.”

“I really like her too,” you said softly.

“Then why don’t you make sure you’re on the same page?” she asked, and before you could respond, she was already standing up and waving to someone else. You followed her gaze to a girl with brown hair who was walking with who you presumed was her boyfriend. “There’s Jane, I’m going to see if she’ll let me follow her and Thor around for this stupid assignment.”

She was gone seconds later, and you had just begun to process what had been said to you when Wanda sat down and started to eat. “Hey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey,” you responded, but your mind was still catching up to the last conversation. You almost asked her about what you were right then and there, but you just couldn’t get the words out, a somewhat common predicament you found yourself in when Wanda Maximoff was in your general vicinity. And once you got your bearings back, you decided to keep your feelings hidden for a little longer.

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Believe it or not, you didn’t always have time to ponder your relationship with Wanda, because the two of you were incredibly busy. With classes, jobs, and other commitments, you tended to see her only when there were others around, and that wasn’t exactly the best time to ask her what your relationship really was. This was definitely something that should be done in private.

So when you opened the door one Friday evening to see Wanda standing on the doorstep with a bottle of wine and a smile on her face, you immediately let her in. “What’s with the wine?” you asked.

“Unfortunately, it comes with the fact that I need a place to stay for the weekend,” she said quietly, and you caught a glimpse of the duffel bag she had with her. “The power grid for my apartment is down, and maintenance says they won’t be able to fix it until Monday.”

“Wanda, you’re always welcome here!” you said. “And besides, I have a surprise for you!”

It was a stupid thing really, but lately whenever you would go out with her and her friends, she never wanted to go back home, so you spent many night together on your couch, eating ice cream sundaes. She also tended to fall asleep on your couch and would go to class from there the next morning, so you picked up a toothbrush for her one day while you were out. It was a small gesture, but you hoped that it was something that could lead you to finally tell her how you felt.

When you presented her with the present, her eyes widened. “This brings our relationship to a whole new level,” she said, solemnly at first, but there was a smile on her face less than a second later.

You laughed at her expression. “Dude, I’m just keeping a toothbrush here for you.”

“EXACTLY!”

“So we have a relationship then?” you asked, and the words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Wanda looked at you like you were crazy. “Of course,” she said. “And I’d really like you to be my girlfriend, but I know you don’t want to move too fast-”

“What?” Well, that could have been phrased better, but there was nothing you could do about it now. “You like me?”

“I thought that much was obvious,” she said, reaching down to take your hand. “Don’t tell me you didn’t realize it.”

There was a sheepish look on your face. “I really like you too, but I thought we were just friends.”

Wanda laughed out loud at your comment. “I can’t believe we’ve been so stupid,” she said, leaning slightly closer to you. Her face was now closer to yours than it had ever been before, and you really wanted to kiss her. As if she read your mind, Wanda’s gaze flickered to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you breathed, and when she placed her lips on yours, you couldn’t believe it had taken you this long to figure everything out.

After a few seconds (of utterly perfect bliss) you pulled away, finally putting the pieces together. “Wait, is that why Carol wanted to observe us for her creative writing assignment?”

Now it was Wanda’s turn to look sheepish. “I may have told everyone we were together when I first introduced you to them, but I just thought we were taking things slow.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. “I could tell that now,” you said. “And I probably ruined your little white lie when I asked her what the hell she was talking about.”

Wanda laughed. “That’s okay, we can set the record straight next time.”

“You don’t want to call her now?” you asked playfully.

“Nope.” She shook her head as she spoke. “Right now, all I want is to kiss you again.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

- the end -

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You are such a wondrous bean and amazing writer, big congrats on your milestone you totally deserve ALL the followers 😁

Could I please request 🚕 with Frank and 6. first time switching ‘roles’ in the bedroom ?

— um first thank u so much for ur kindness i love you. second can i tell you a secret? this is EXACTLY what i wanted to do for this prompt. thank god for you. don’t get me wrong i think frank would 100000% be on top almost always, but like. come on. this is hot as fuck. this was too short for me watch me turn this into a whole ass fic one day okay bye.

— prompt:

🚕 6. first time ‘switching roles’ in the bedroom

— warnings: explicit content 18+. (sub frank guys. omfg.) swearing, general sexual content, mentions of blood.

[grippingbeskars 2k night out celebration!]

“Frankie? That you?” You hear giant, staggering footsteps coming in from the front door, and you know you don’t have to ask, but life on the run has you cautious.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just me.” He says, and even though he says the words, you can hear there’s something different in it. In his tone. Not tired— but tired. Getting up from your shared bed, you walk out to the main room, seeing Frank leaning with his forearms on the bench, holding a bottle of scotch.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He looks up, his eyes a little distant, and tries to smile at you. You stop on the opposite side of the bench, matching his bent over posture, leaning over to brush your hands against his.

“Nothin’. Just a long day.” His knuckles were raw, bright red, and you can tell he tried to scrub the blood off them before he came home.

“You know you don’t have to hide it from me.” Your eyes are still on his hands, and he sighs.

“I know, baby, I just don’t wanna bring that shit home to you—“

“But it’s home. You come here first next time. Let me clean you up.” He nods, and lets you take the bottle from his hands. You move around him, getting him a glass with ice, and pouring some of the golden brown liquid in before sliding it back over to him. “Drink.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You bite your lip, hiding your smile as he does what you asked, bringing the glass to his mouth and nearly finishing it with one swallow. When he brings it back down, you top it up again, and he looks at you, squinting. “You tryin’ to get me drunk?”

“Maybe.” He huffs, smirking at you while downing the second glass. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, and you take the glass from him, pouring another before finishing it yourself. Moving around the counter, you wrap your arms around him from behind. You feel him relax, just a little underneath your hands.

“You’re too good to me.” He pours yet another glass, but your hands come up to stop him from drinking.

“I’m not getting you drunk.” He stands and turns around, pulling you by the waist so you press against him in every way possible.

“No?”

“Nope. Just… lighter.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss your forehead, waiting patiently for whatever you have to say next.

He is always the one to take care of you. In every sense— he’s protected you from actual death no less than a hundred times, put you back together with his hands and his words. Hell, he even cooks you breakfast every morning. Naturally, this follows into your bedroom, where he takes control, thinks for you, let’s your mind go blank so you can sink into that mind-numbing bliss.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy it— you’ve said that you would die happy doing nothing but fucking him, all day, every day. You just want him to feel that same floating kind of bliss. You want to be the one who thinks for him, to take care of him like he does, to let him relax, completely, and not have to think of anything else.

You’d had the idea for a while, and floated it by him in passing, trying to gauge if he’d be completely opposed to it. He always replied the same— that he trusted you, and wanted to do whatever you wanted. Although that wasn’t exactly a pin point answer, he always said he just trusted you. Trusted that you would respect his limit, that you knew what he would and wouldn’t do, and respected it. You did, but you still felt like you had to tread lightly.

“I was thinking…” Your hands slid down his chest, slowly, and you swear you heard his breath hitch when you stopped at his belt. “I want to do something for you.”

“And what’s that?” He was staring at your hands, watching as they began to undo the buckle, threading it out purposefully slow.

“I wanna take care of you.”

“You always do.” Both of his hands come to your face, cupping your cheeks and kissing you. He holds you there, easily taking control of the situation, your mouth opening for him as he tastes you in a way that has your head spinning.

It’s so easy to fall into, the way he just dominates every fibre in your being— if you weren’t so set on what you wanted to do tonight, you’d let him take over. It was natural, but you wanted to take care of him. He deserved it, especially after whatever has happened to him tonight.

“Wait.” Frank pulls back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong? You okay?” You were nodding, finally getting the buckle on his belt and sliding it out, holding onto it with one hand.

“I’m fine. I wanna take care of you.” You repeat, and he nods.

“You ah— you lost me. You don’t think you already do?”

“No. I know. I…” The idea was becoming increasingly intimidating the longer you thought about it, and you leaned entirely on that glass of scotch to power you through it. “Do you remember what I asked you, a couple weeks ago? We were watching that movie with the snakes… on a plane.”

“Snakes on a Plane.” You laugh nervously, nodding. “Trust me, I remember everything about what you asked me.” He leans down and kisses your jaw, the heat of his mouth nearly making your legs give out.

“Tonight. Now.” You say with a little finality. Maybe even a little dominance. Frank straightens, his hands dropping to your hips again, eyes a little wide.

“Lead the way.” With how he’s standing, he looks perfectly comfortable, a solider ready to take orders. The thought sends a shiver down your spine and you take a step back, preparing yourself.

“Go to our room and lay down on the bed, please.” He laughs, pushing off the counter. “Actually, no. Not please. Just do it.”

“Not please.” He mutters, still laughing as he casually walks through the doorway to your bedroom. You hear the squeaks of the mattress under his weight, and you take another swig of the scotch before walking in after him.

You were still holding Franks belt, unsure of what to do with it. Frank usually ties your hands with it if he’s being especially indulging, and it’s the only item that you own that could really be used on him. At least, for now. That wasn’t a road you were going down today.

“You look beautiful.” He says, hands behind his head as he stares at you, waiting.

“Thank you, but that isn’t helping.”

“Don’t be nervous, baby. It’s just me.” God, his voice was going to be the death of you.

“I’m gonna tie your hands. To the bed.” You kneel on the bed over him, and he smirks at you, lazily stretching his arms back. “Is that okay?”

“Course it’s okay, baby.” Taking a deep breath, you link the belt through the wooden posts, then around his wrists. His hands are balled up in tight fists, and you let you hands fall slow and gentle along his arms, watching the muscles in the contract under your fingertips.

“I should of taken your shirt off first.” You look down at him, fully clothed, and he smiles. Then, you see his hands clench and unclench, and you see the red markings along his knuckles.

It reminds you of what you what, what you were doing. What he wants. Steadying your heart beat, you quickly slink out of your shirt and pyjama bottoms and straddle Frank across his waist.

“You are beautiful.” He repeats, and you start working the buttons of his pants.

“You already said that.”

“I damn meant it.” Your core rests over his boxers, feeling how hard he is, and your head rolls back at the contact, making you both sigh. “Fuck.”

“Feel so good.” You roll your hips against him, and he groans, the sound of leather stretching indicating how he was already slipping into the desperate state you wanted him in. “Always so fucking good, Frank.”

“Take ‘em off. Feels better.” Your head rolls forward now, toward him, and you lean down. Your face was hovering just above him, and he lifts his chin to kiss you. You pull back, just out of reach, and he sighs.

“Shh. Or I’ll stop.” The words are so often said by him that they sound foreign when coming from your high pitch, but he practically loses it just as the sentence. He groans and bucks his hips, creating a friction so delicious you might cum just at the feeling of him.

“Come on, sweetheart.” His jaw is tight and his hands are gripping the headboard hard, but you just roll your hips and say his name breathlessly.

“What? Doesn’t this feel good?” He nods, and swallows, eyes looking up and down your body before tugging on the belt around his wrists again. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Fuck. This how I sound?” Smiling, you lean down to kiss his forehead, mumbling a ‘mhmm’ before sitting back up. Every roll of your hips make him twitch underneath you, and it only spurs your confidence.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” He nods again, and you whisper the next words into his ear. “If you want something, you have to ask.”

“Fuck. Come on, baby. Fuck me like I know you want to.” It’s not exactly what you were planning on him saying. Somehow even with his hands tied to the headboard he was still able to move you how he wanted.

Still, you were so desperate for friction that you pull him out of his boxers and lose your underpants. You don’t want anything in the way now, and when you throw your leg over him this time, a much more desperate sounding groan echos through the room, and you think Frank might actually tear the belt in two.

“So fucking wet. You like this, baby?” He asks, grinding into you. Your fingertips drag the soft fabric of his shirt up his chest, and you yank it out of the way, letting it tangle with the belt on his wrists. With another roll of your hips, your eyes roll back and you let your nails drag along his abs. “Be a good girl for me. Let me help you.”

“No.” You have to bite your lip to stop the smile on your face as you watch him pull at the belt again, groaning when you start getting faster. The familiar heat Frank always made you explode with was building, and you wondered if you could cum like this. With the noises he was making, you were pretty sure you could.

“Don’t be mean.” Frank pouts, but he’s moaning like he’s paying you a compliment.

“You don’t sound upset, baby. You want me to stop? Leave you here all high and dry?” You were high on adrenaline and your incoming pleasure, shivering every time Frank cursed. “You know I can. I’ll just finish myself off over there if you don’t want me —“

“No. No, baby. Don’t...” He almost growls, his tone possessive and desperate. You squint down at him, trying to cling to any form of composure as he grinds his hips into yours. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Whaddy’a say? Hm?” Your finger traces over his bottom lip, and for a second theres a face on him that you don’t recognise, except in the mirror. It’s a face you make when Frank’s teasing you, ad you can’t decide whether to test him further or fold completely. Pride blooms in your chest at seeing him like this, but you have no idea how he doesn’t just give in. He looked so fucking good like this, you’d give him whatever he wanted under any other circumstance. “Be the good boy I know you are. Ask me nice and sweet.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” His head drops back when you get a little faster, feeling yourself get closer. “Please. Fuck— please just...”

“It’s okay. You can cum just like this. I’ll fuck you all night if you ask like that.” A shattered moan rips from his throat as he cums, hard and unexpected. It hits him by surprise too, his eyes shooting open as his abs tense and twitch underneath you. The sight has you chasing him into release, two more rolls of your hips has you arching your back above him.

“Fuck— yes. Please.” He says again as you cum, kissing your forehead when you finally give out and flop your head next to his. “Jesus.”

“You okay?” You whisper, and he laughs roughly.

“That was the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” You turn and kiss him lazily, both of you spent with the effort of restraining yourselves in different ways. “So, you gonna...”

“What?”

“What you said.” You squint, and honestly you can’t think for a second, the post-orgasm bliss still racking your brain, and then it comes and you are right back up on cloud nine.

“Oh. I don’t know. Where you a good boy, Frankie?” You run your hands through his hair and tug a little like you know he likes, and he groans, nodding agains the pressure.

This was different, but it was just another way you could take care of him, and when you finally drifted off to sleep hours later, in each others arms and completely spent, there was no sign of that worry on his face from when he walked through the door.

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imkillerbae · 11 months

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Is it a metaphor? (Yoru Valorant x GN!Reader)

Words: 2k

CW: Fluff, Slowburn, Yoru a lil insecure bitch (for some reason I like to write him as insecure), Yoru gushing about how much he loves u, shitty writing

(A/N: Feel free to request anything im begging you i have 0 ideas what to write)

Summary: Despite being proud about his skills and his looks, Yoru is still insecure about his relationship with you. By sharing ice cream, he learns how to open up about his feelings. The reader calls it a metaphor but it’s actually a simile.

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“Let me try it!”

“NO.”

Yoru swats your hand away, and you pull it back. Pouting, you pull your legs to your chest and glare. He glares back, his eyes as cold as the ice cream popsicle he held with his hand. He gives it a lick menacingly, marking his territory.

It was childish, truly. Fighting over ice cream. But for Yoru, this was more than just the cold treat. It was all about you, and if you’d accept him for who he was, flaws and all.

What led you here was a convenience store run. You were craving specific food from the convenience store (such as chips and instant onigiri), and you painstakingly convinced Yoru to use his motorcycle to get you both there.

“Why in the hell am I bringing the bike over for some craving you’ve got? Can’t we just walk a few blocks?”

“Nope. It’s been a while since you’ve taken it out of the garage! Let’s take it for a spin. And plus, didn’t you just change oil 2 days ago?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Cmon, pleaseeee? We won’t be long, I proomiseee.”

“Are your legs that really that weak for me? For fuck’s sakes, I’d rather carry you there myself than waste gas.”

“You’d rather carry me than I hold you? Cling to your very muscular back, your oh-so toned chest—”

“Alright alright! Shut up already. I’m taking it out,” he blushed but shook your hands off his chest as they teased him. Honestly, you wanted to go out on a date with him. It was a spontaneous idea, and if you both ever decide to go somewhere far, you’re gonna need the bike. But you didn’t lie; you liked clinging to him for dear life whenever he breaks the sound barrier at top speed. He’d never tell you, but he felt like such a man whenever you’d ride the bike with him. He’d sometimes poke on the breaks just to hear you scream and grab him harder.

Before you knew it, the bike was revving up eagerly, your boyfriend cruising cooly towards you. God damn, was it loud and proud. “Prrr, you look so sexy riding that bike honey,” you purr, and he smirks under his helmet. “If you wanted to ride this thing just because you wanted to see me drive it, our conversation earlier would’ve been shorter.”

You lift the helmet above his head so you could see his face properly. His smirk and raised brow made your heart leap. He was a very handsome guy. “Thanks honey,” you give him a peck on the lips, and his smirk widens. “You like what you see that much?” He ask, revving the bike louder, beckoning you to ride it. In response, you plunge the helmet back on his head, messing his hair up in the process. “As if, rift boy.”

He hands you the helmet as you board the bike, and automatically hold on to his broad chest, your cheek pressing against his jacket. Without warning, he speeds off, making you pull back in fright. It was a relatively short distance unfortunately.

You walked inside the convenience store for quite a while, Yoru making sure he held your hand tightly as you walked to prevent you from buying something you don’t need, such as an automatic fly swatter or anything from the toy section. His hands were usually cold, but you always warmed them up. It was one of the few small things he noticed about you.

When you’d get all the snacks that you wanted (and some eyeliner and hair gel for himself), you spotted him staring at the ice cream freezers. You stand beside him, eyeing as well. “Do you wanna get one for desert?” You ask him. “Take one for yourself. I already have mine.” He replies. In reality, he already knew what you were going to get, but he didn’t want to impose. You pout but grab a small solo tub of your ice cream of choice, tossing it into the cart.

“We going back now? Or are we eating all this somewhere else? Because there is no way in hell I’m sharing food with Grant,” he grumbles, leaning on the bike, scowling at the thought of Phoenix. He had a habit of third wheeling both of you, and while overtime he’d warmed up to the Protocol’s unofficial pretty boy, he didn’t like sharing your attention.

“Let’s sit by the sea barrier. It’s been a while, no?” You suggest, placing both hands on either side of him and leaning in. He doesn’t back away, but internally his heart skips a beat. He adored your face silently before nodding. “Beats having to see that idiot stuff his face with food I bought,” he grabs your waist to gently push you back, fitting the helmet back on your head. You looked so cute wearing anything that was his. Behind you, he gives your helmet covered head a kiss, blushing slightly. He was still shy about showing you his affection. But you felt it anyways, through his acts of service.

On his bike, you hug his waist as he sped through the streets. There was barely any traffic thankfully. And while you were behind him, enjoying the ride, his brain went auto-pilot. He couldn’t feel the resistance of wind, or hear the sound of the road. His thoughts were filled with you as you held him like this. He never was the type to commit to anyone, friends or lovers. He was always on the move, no room in his cold heart other than his own goals. Viper had once commented that if he didn’t let his walls down, he’d end up as miserable as he started after the high of his achievements. He was too narrow sighted.

When you came into his life, he never really paid you too much attention, as any new agent. But with every mission you went through together, with every near death experience, and even with every small interaction or long conversation, a void in his heart was increasingly getting filled. There was space for you there. He couldn’t believe there was someone out there that could make him feel so loved and important. He tried to deny it, so much so that you almost fought about it, but you held his heart and squeezed that confession out of him. And now here he was. With you.

If you asked him to leave everything behind to run away with you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. For you, he was ready to run. Wherever you were is where his heart wanted to be.

When you arrived, you yelp as he lifted you up in his arms from the bike. “Ryo!” You exclaimed, trying your best to keep the grocery bag safe. He only gives a smirk at you, adjusting. The sun was still up, the cool blue hue turning violet as the afternoon begins to shift into evening. Sitting you down on the edge of the sea barrier as the breeze hit your skin, you placed the bag between you and rummaged through it.

You both eat, talking about everything and anything under the sun, the waves spraying both of you occasionally. The sounds of the ocean were music as he’d tell you about his family, and you tell him yours. You gossip about the other agents, and he’d tell you all the past gossip before you joined the protocol. You did most of the talking, and he loved to listen.

“Can I try that?” You say suddenly, eyeing the matcha ice cream popsicle he was biting at. He gives you a raised brow, eyeing your empty tub of ice cream. “No? You already finished yours,” he rolls his eyes. “But I gave you some of mine!” You pout, a bit annoyed at his fear of sharing spit when you’ve both sucked at each other’s tongue countless times now.

In reality, he was fine with sharing. But it was matcha flavored, and you may not like it. He doesn’t wanna ruin the happy moment by you shitting on his favorite flavor of anything.

“Let me try it!”

“NO.”

“Whyyyy?” You whined.

“It’s matcha, you won’t like it.”

“HOW do YOU know?”

“Not everyone likes matcha.” He shrugs, crossing his arms. You raise a brow at him. Why was he being so weird? It’s just ice cream. But then again sometimes there are underlying reasons why he makes a big deal over small stuff.

“I’d give it a try,” you sigh, defeated. He feels your disappointment, and sighs as well. “Not everyone likes matcha. It’s not exactly a common flavor, but it’s what I like. I’m not too fond of people shitting on it,” he starts, remembering Phoenix’s reaction to the first time he tasted matcha. “But I don’t want you to lie to me just to get on my good side. I’ll let you try, but if you don’t like it, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He begins to hold the ice cream to your mouth, and you eye him for a bit before biting down. That was a bad idea, you tell yourself as your teeth tingle at the coldness. Letting it melt in your mouth, you swallow. You grimace at Yoru, and he gives an unamused look. I told you, he thought.

“I like it, you idiot.” You grumble in annoyance, and his eyes widened slightly. He thought you were going to complain or something. He sighed in relief, finishing the thing and tossing the stick away.But you couldn’t help but notice how heavy that sigh was.

“Was the ice cream flavor a metaphor for you?” You ask him, and he shrugs. Bingo. You knew it.

While he was confident with himself, taking pride in his looks and skills, his personality wasn’t as lovable as he’d liked. He was rugged, brooding, cutthroat, and just downright mean to most people. It was second nature, and he couldn’t help it. It has gotten better recently and he’s made unlikely friends in the protocol who’d gladly save his ass in battle. However, beneath all that, he always wondered where he stood with the others, especially you.

He was scared that you were only pretending to like him back, just settling for him. Because he knew damn well Sova was flirting with you a lot, and he couldn’t compete with that guy, personality wise. But he’d never admit that to you. This was a point of contention for both of you, as he’d constantly need reassurance but never asks for it, so he ends up getting mad at you for no reason.

Kinda like matcha, he wasn’t very common and well-liked. And he couldn’t believe that you liked him regardless. It was an insecurity he was ashamed of.

“You’re a dumb dumb,” you say, laughing lightly before scooting closer. “I’d never lie to you about these things honey. What’s the point of that? I’d rather you know what I think than leave you guessing.” You held his hand and watched the sun set, the orange violet hues reflecting in the sea. “If I didn’t like it, I’d just tell you. Just like if you’d do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you. You don’t need to walk on eggshells for me. I’m your lover, after all.” You squeeze his hand.

It was a dumb thing to bicker about. But it was the reassurance he wanted and badly needed. He hated how insecure he was with you, this was not like him at all. But he was fixing himself, for both of you. He looks at you from the side then smiles. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He needed to trust you more with his thoughts and feelings. Slowly but surely, his walls were coming down for you. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but with you by his side now, it feels a lot better.

“I love you.” He said suddenly, speaking his mind. Your eyes widened at him, surprised at his sudden declaration. You laugh out loud, tapping on his lap as he growled and crossed his arms, annoyed. “Oh honey, I love you too!” You declare as well, pulling his face close and kissing his cheek as the sun set. He sighs, leaning into the kiss. He was such a dork.

Nobody loves me the way you do, he thought.

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