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kitybur · 9 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐫 | 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲

⌦ in which you are a rather popular streamer, and get invited to a cut’s buzzer dating video.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, swearing, use of real name

| this is a draft from a while ago, idk why i was obsessed with the buzzer dating vids from cut's but here we are |

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you were anxiously waiting in the room the producers had showed you when you first came into the building. it was a small comfy area; plush green couches and chairs with light blanket throw overs and soft pillows.

it was almost a mystery how you ended here. cut had emailed your team and asked if you were available to shoot a dating video for their channel. although it was a weird offer, you agreed nonetheless, hoping to maybe find someone out of it.

you rubbed your sweaty hands on your jeans as a woman walked into the room. she had just taken her turn but must’ve been buzzed since she came back. this worried you.

“how’d it go?” one of the other women asked. the one who had returned smiled and shook her head.

“he’s cute, but i’m not his type.” she paused, sitting down in a chair and looking over to you. “i really hope you get him, or someone in this room does.” you smiled nervously at her in thanks. just as she moved on to speak again, one of the crew members motioned you to come out.

it was now your turn. deep breath in. deep breath out.

you stood and walked out. the room was a dull white and had two chairs and a table with a button in the middle. you put a confident smile on your face as the man sitting in the chair spoke.

“hi! im alex!” his tone was rather soft, definitely not what you expected once taking in his appearance. he had shoulder length brown fluffy hair, the top of it hidden by a black beanie. his shirt baggy along with his jeans. you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.

you stuck out your hand, his instantly meeting it in a tight grip. “it’s nice to meet you, alex. i’m y/n!” you let go of his soft hand to pull out your chair and sit down.

“are you nervous?” he asked with a slight chuckle. in all honesty, he had felt the shake in your hand when he shook it, he wanted to make sure you were okay.

you let out a little laugh back. “just a little. this is all a little nerve wracking. are you?”

alex nodded, expanding his hands on the table. “a little, yeah. can i ask, how old are you?” he seemed nervous at the question, but you didn’t take it to heart. you would’ve asked the same thing eventually.

“of course! i’m twenty. how about yourself?”

“i’m twenty-one! nice that we’re around the same age.” you agreed with a soft smile. you went to ask a question when the button started to talk.

“what do you guys do for a living?” the robotic voice was loud and clear, coming from the tiny box in front of you. you both stayed silent for a moment, taking in what the button said before speaking up.

“i, uh, stream on twitch, sometimes.” you shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed. alex looked at you with wide eyes, and you felt like you were a goner.

“no way! i stream on twitch too!” you let out a breathy laughed, shaking your head.

“damn, really? well, i’m glad we have that in common.” he stayed silent with a small smile plastered on his face. the button glowed red and you were sure he was going to press it.

“y/n is into humours people.” the button turned blue again and you felt your stomach doing flips. he didn’t press it.

“oh, really?” alex asked, eyes making contact with your own orbs. you nodded, making his face light up more. “i just happen to be the most funniest person alive.”

“i love the confidence, it’s hot.” you immediately bring your hand to your mouth as a way to shut yourself up.

“what did you say?” please, button. shut up.

alex was laughing, not at you but at the bright pink dusting your face he saw when you removed your hand. “oh, god. i’m sorry!”

“no, no, no, no! i’m flattered to know you think i’m hot. you’re not too bad yourself, mi amor.” your face was a shade darker of pink while his was light. this guy could be a flirt if he wanted.

“do you find each other attractive?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, holding your own hand under the table. “yeah-yes. i do find him attractive.” you might’ve felt like dying right then and there.

“i too, find y/n attractive.” alex said in a sly tone. you stared at each other for a few moments before it was ruined by the room lighting up red by the button once again. you watched alex's eyes drop down to the button, then back to you. but he made no move to press it, and neither did you.

"this is the second time, and neither of you have pressed." said the button, turning blue. "do you wish to see each other outside of this video?"

you nodded, quickly, causing alex to laugh. "i would love to see him after this, if he'll have me." you gave a small wink and shy smile. alex shook his head.

"i'd love to have you, you don't even need to ask." you laughed lightly, trying to get rid of the warm feeling in your stomach and the tight knots twisting.

"go on, give each other a hug to end it off." alex stood out of his chair, slowly walking over to you and reaching a hand out. without thinking twice, you reach out and let him help you stand. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, while his secured around your waist. he swayed you both for a moment or two before letting go, but not going too far.

"you guys are free to go now, hope you work out!" a female producer called out, clapping her hands along with a few other workers. you made your way towards the exit, slightly embarrassed and took a deep breathe as you reached outside.

"hey!" you turned around to see non other than alex, hands on his hips. "leaving so soon?" he smirked.

"not without my prize." you flirted back, stepping closer. his eyes widened and he let out a huff.

"speaking up now are we?" he let his palm rest against your jaw and he rubbed thumb rub back and forth. just when you thought he was going in for a kiss, he pulled back. "would love for your number so we can continue this."

you stared at him, mixed emotions in your eyes. lust, confusion, and even anger. sad to say, you may have desperately wanted to kiss him there.. who wouldn't have? in your haze state, you pulled out your phone and handed it to him. he punched in his number and handed your phone back to you. alex told you that he needed to leave to stream, which you understood. he pressed a kiss to your forehead and turned around.

as you watched him walk away, you thought about what would have happened if you didn't agree to do this video. but quickly put that thought behind you, because you had potentially met your future lover. you were definitely going to be stalking his stream before you had to start your own for the night.

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a/n: bye lol i rushed the ending i didnt know what to put LMAO. ok i hope you enjoyed.

#quackity x y/n #quackity imagines #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x you #quackity smp #qsmp quackity #dsmp x reader #qsmp x y/n #qsmp x reader #dsmp x you

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aajjks · 1 year

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Brat. (m)

synopsis. Toji finds your jealousy cute, you’re his little cute brat.

warnings. MDNI. some nsfw themes, fingering, kissing slightly yandere toji, jealous yn, toji cooeing, kisses. toji being a little tease, he calls you his brat, cutie, princess & what not, he lives for your jealousy. SOFT TOJI.

note. heh, another jjk fic because I’m so obsessed w toji daddy…. IDK HES JUST SOOO DADDY. plz share your thoughts! ENJOY! ART NOT MINE. I found this on Pinterest, cr to owners!

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“Don’t touch me, toji.”

He breathes through his nose, his dimples making their way on his face as he blinks twice, his lips curl at your tone.

You’re just so cute.

He doesn’t reply but only watches you with an amused look in his eyes, he extends his hand to pull your body towards him, you huff, rolling your eyes.

Toji almost cooes.

“Come on now babe.” He pretends to feel hurt with your attitude but if anything, he’s having the time of his life.

“Fuck off! Go to her!” He clicks his tongue when you mention her, toji leans closer to your skin, presses a kiss on your shoulder, sighing into your neck.

“I don’t even know her?!?” He defended himself, how was it his fault, you guys were out, having coffee at your favourite place when that all happened.

“She was literally undressing you with her eyes?!” You groaned, your nose scrunched up with anger, toji littered kisses from your jaw to your neck.

“Baby… it wasn’t my fault…” he whispered in your ear.

“How dare she, God….. if only I could punch her!” Your teeth grit. Toji raises his head to look at your face directly.

“Oh would you if you had the chance…?” You were the cutest little thing ever, toji could tease you forever, you turn your face to the other side, glaring at him.

“Of course! What a slut!” Toji almost chuckles at you,

he tilts his body and grabs your face in his hands, “princess, your attitude is making me very horny right now.”

He pulls your body into his lap, before you can protest.

“You sound so hot, princess.” Toji’s tongue feels hot when you feel him lick your neck, his fingers press under your sweatshirt, travelling down to your legs,

“You’re jealous?” He unzips your trousers with no struggle, his deep eyes set on your face, he loves to witness it turning all nervous and shy.

“Come on speak.” He cooes.

His fingers are cold as he reaches your underwear, “tell me.” Your underwear is now down to your knees, you gasp at the feeling of air, his hands now the only thing keeping you warm inside.

“T-Toji, please”

“No princess not until you tell me what you’d do to her for flirting with me.” He is so cocky, a sweet smile on his face is mocking his not so sweet intentions.

“I-I’d fucking break her jaw.” You barely stop yourself from stuttering, his fingers feel so thick and hot as he inserts one of the digits inside your heat.

You whine, “aw baby wan’more?” You cannot even look at him now.

He curls the finger and you whine even louder, he caught you so off guard. You close your eyes.

“I-I’d make sure t-that she’d never even t-think a-about you!” You confess, you feel him harden immediately, you feel his length poking at your butt.

“Fuck, YN. Never took you for the possessive type, eh?” He pushes another finger inside, pumping them at a fast pace, you cry at the sensation.

It feels so good.

“My little b-brat, ah!~” the man curses under his breath your hips grind into his erection, he bites his lower lip, pushing his weight onto the couch.

“You’d let the bitch know that I’m your man huh?” He doesn’t stop his torture on your poor self, you don’t respond and he pulls you in for a hot kiss.

“My little brat, love you so much.”

#toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu toji #yandere toji #toji x reader #smut #yandere smut #jjk fic #toji x yn #jjk x reader

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prettiestlovergirl · 1 month

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hiii!! i love how u write theo and i was wondering if u could do another oral fixation!reader x cold!theo nott (it doesn’t have to be smut ofc, pls do whatever makes u comfortable, even if that means you don’t write this at all!!)

have a great night!

🎀 anon (if that’s not already taken ofc!)

oh, my love, i am sososo happy you asked me for this! idk why i have so much fun with cold! theo but i DO and the fact that you also love him makes me giddy hehe.

this is basically like a continuation of the last one! just a different nickname. (🎀 anon is all yours, babe!) i'm too lazy to add it to everything, bambola means doll! hope this lived up to your expectations. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; oral fixation! reader; princess! reader; jealousy; light hairpulling; fingering; unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it); sarcastic banter; ends with some fluff; italian! theodore nott

currently, slytherin house was throwing a massive party in the common room. you guys had won in your game against ravenclaw, so of course you were all celebrating with loud music and an abundance of alcohol.

theo was looking for you. the two of you hadn't gotten a moment alone since the library incident he couldn't stop replaying on a loop in his mind.

wanting you was a bad idea. you were from two different worlds, you were polar opposites, but fuck did he need to have you again more than air.

even in a room full of people, his eyes always found you first. unfortunately (for the other guy) you were in the middle of a dance with some guy from the year above you two.

your face was flushed from dancing, your eyes sparkling with joy and laughter as the guy spun you around. your hair was in a ponytail, and he had the sudden urge to wrap it around his fist and tug you to him.

all it would take is one little tug and you would be all his for the taking, the douchebag with his hands on you didn't stand a fucking chance against him.

theo remained cool and composed, but his eyes? his eyes gave everything away. they showed the jealousy sparking deep within him, one misplaced hand away from starting a fire.

you must have been able to feel the heat of his stare on your skin, because you turned your head around and were instantly met with theo's dark gaze.

your breath hitched and the previous smile on your face was wiped as theo approached, instantly wrapping his arms around you. he made a point to place his hand just above douchebags.

"bambola, you didn't tell me you made a new friend." theo mused, his cool and collected smile masking the jealousy, rage, and sudden desire to snap and beat the shit out of this guy for even looking at you, let alone touching you.

"hey, man, who the fuck are you?" douchebag scoffed, his arms still on you as bodies continued to sway and party around you. "someone who's going to kick your pathetic ass if you don't get out of here in the next five seconds."

douchebag looked like he wanted to argue, but the murderous glint in theo's eyes and the fact that he started lifting his fingers in a countdown finally scared him away.

"what the hell was that?!" you huffed, stepping away from his grasp and placing your hands on your hips. "i really like ethan!" you hissed, noticing the muscle tick in his jaw as you said his name.

"you can do better, bambola. he scared too easy, he's not worth your time." theo said coolly, slight smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes. "oh, because you're better? please-"

"you really think you would have enjoyed yourself with him, bella? you think he would have made your eyes roll the way i did? think his fingers would compare to mine? i can still hear your pretty little whimpers, darling."

a shiver ripped through your body at his words, lips parting in surprise at hearing the normally so calm and proper theodore nott speak such filthy words with ease.

"you've got five minutes to meet me by the stairs, bambola... or i've throw you over my shoulder and drag you up myself." he purred in your ear, his voice low and dark and raspy with desire.

of course, you followed theo out almost immediately. you would have been a fool not to follow him, especially with the way you couldn't help but replay the scene of you two in library every time you closed your eyes.

anticipation fluttered beneath your skin as you and theo walked up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. there was an aching pressure between your thighs as you walked, his hand on the small of your back burning so hot he was practically branding you.

you couldn't take your eyes off him the moment you stepped into the room. you hadn't uttered a word the whole way up, but you didn't have to: you both knew exactly what was going to happen tonight.

theo leaned back against the canopy of his bed, arms crossed as his eyes burned into you. "come here." he finally commanded; voice soft as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms.

you did as told, walking step by step until your bodies nearly collided. "fuck, bambola. you don't know what you do to me." he murmured before finally crashing his lips down onto yours in a rough, deliberate kiss.

his hand fisted your hair, holding you tightly as his teeth tugged at your bottom lip. he shifted a bit, sinking down onto his mattress and helping you straddle him with ease.

he pulled away after a moment, watching the way your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath before he left a trail of hot, fiery kisses down the side of your neck.

you could feel his cock digging into your skin through his boxers, drawing a soft whine out of you as you started to gently grind down against him.

he groaned against your neck, his hand sliding up your inner thigh until it reached your soaked panties. he pressed his palm firmly against your pussy, making you moan out in surprise and need.

"fuck, you're so wet." he groaned, dipping his hand into your panties and pushing two fingers inside your puffy walls. your eyes squeezed shut as you moaned, forehead leaning against his as you relished in the agonizingly delicious stretch.

"theo..." you gasped, mouth falling open as he buried his fingers to the hilt and immediately pressed his thumb against your swollen clit. "fuck, your roommates are gonna come up and see us." you whimpered, sweating beading on your forehead.

"no, they won't, bella." theo hummed, his voice maddeningly calm compared to your breathy whimpers. he brought his free hand up to your lips, pushing his thumb into your open mouth, effectively keeping you from asking more questions.

you rolled your hips down against him, desperate for more as he continued to slowly drag his thumb over your clit while his fingers rubbed against your walls. "need you to fuck me, please." you begged, coating his thumb in your saliva.

"ask me again." he demanded, voice still calm and collected as your tongue swirled around his thumb. "fuck me, theo. i need you to fuck me." you pleaded, opening your eyes to look right at him as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he flipped your positions, pushing you back against the mattress. his fingers made quick work of your clothes, stripping you completely bare for him. he ran his tongue over his lower lip, mouth going dry as he admired just how fucking gorgeous you were.

his gaze was almost predatory as he admired you before leaning down, kissing his way to your chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. he licked and tugged and teased while you squirmed and whimpered underneath him.

one hand gripped your hip tightly, it was definitely going to leave a fresh bruise on your skin but you didn't care. his other hand went down to quickly rid himself of his pants and boxers before lining himself up with you.

"look at me, bambola." he said roughly, waiting until your eyes were back on his. you nearly gasped when you saw him, the theodore nott in front of you was someone you could hardly recognize.

his usually perfect hair was tussled, his sweat making it stick to his forehead, and his eyes were pools of black and desire. "please." you begged, your voice hoarse with desire.

he kept direct eye contact with you as he finally pushed inside of you, inch by torturous fucking inch. it was sweaty and intimate and you'd never wanted this moment to end.

as he bottomed out, your mouth finally opened in a tortured moan. he lifted two fingers back into your mouth as he started to move slowly. you happily swirled your tongue around his fingers, thankful for the feeling as he started to pull back out.

he pulled out all the way until it was just the tip of his cock still inside before thrusting back inside of you. he thrusted deeper, faster, harder, and you wrapped your legs up around his waist to pull him closer.

after that, you could no longer form any thought that wasn't about how good his cock felt pounding into your desperate, soaked pussy. your tongue swirled around his fingers as you moaned and bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

tears streamed down your cheeks as he fucked into you, lips pressing kisses and bites all over your chest while your nails dug into his back. "look at you, bambola. already weeping from how good my cock is fucking your sweet little pussy."

your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the filthy words coming from him practically tipping you over the edge. "fuck, fuck, theo, 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you cried, toes curling as your orgasm crashed into you like a wave.

his controlled, deliberate thrusts quickly grew erratic. he let out a hiss as your nails scraped his skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he fucked into you. he pulled out a few moments later, coating your stomach in his cum.

you laid there while he got a rag to quickly clean you up, letting you stay collapsed and boneless against his sheets. theo being theo, he had to at least put your things in a pile before eventually laying beside you.

your eyes were closed, but you could feel his eyes staring at you intently. you finally opened one eye, staring at him as you yawned. "what?" you asked, biting your kiss-swollen lip.

"nothing, nothing it's just... i think this might be the longest i've ever heard you go without talking." he teased, a smirk on his face as his shoulders shook with laughter.

you wanted to be mad, you really did, but it was so impossibly hard to be mad when you heard him laugh. he was always so composed, so stoic. any time you could crack through his persona was a success in your eyes.

"mean!" you laughed, reaching up to smack his chest. he grabbed your arm before you could hit him and he tugged you in close. he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on the chunk of skin he'd bitten earlier before covering you with a sheet.

"you're mine, bambola, and now that i have you? i'm not letting you go any time soon."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes !#☆ lola's requests !#☆ my lovely 🎀 anon #theodore nott #theodore nott smut #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #mwah <3

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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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Say Goodbye Part III (Chris Sturniolo)

part one, part two

a/n: so ig im just letting this story go where it wants to, idk how many part it will be but lmk if you want to be added or removed from the taglist

contains: fluff, angst, breakup emotions, cussing, childhood friends to lovers to exes?, mentions of kissing, use of y/n (i couldn't avoid it anymore <\3), friendship issues, 1.1k words

There’s a tree in my backyard that’s witnessed almost every big moment Chris and I have ever shared. There used to be a treehouse in it, built one summer before I was born, where I first fell in love. It was just wide enough for our ten-year-old selves to lie head to head, our shoulders just barely kissing, as we listened to music on my first phone.

The treehouse was where, at thirteen, he first leaned in to kiss me, egged on by a dare from our friends. It was where I stopped him and whispered low that I wanted my first kiss to be real and he just stared at me nodding patiently like he understood.

Then, after my dad had torn down the treehouse and replaced it with a hammock bed, this tree is where he asked me to be his girlfriend. Where we lay together, watching the stars through the branches, until he got the courage to make that first kiss real after all.

But it’s also where I sat to make the call that ended us a year ago. Where my mom found me the next morning after I had spent the night crying so hard there was nothing left to do but sleep.

So I guess it’s fitting that I’m laying under this tree, swinging gently with the wind, when Chris finally makes his promised call. I take a deep breath, wondering if this is a step forward or backward before I answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby.”

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I pull my phone away from my face to check the time, my eyes widening when I see how late it is. We’re two hours into this conversation about everything and absolutely nothing, and it’s getting cold out here. But somehow, going inside and away from this spot feels too much like breaking a spell so I’ve stayed put.

Chris finishes up telling me about some of the craziest fan interactions he's had and I pretend I haven't heard them all on his channels. Pretending to forget all the nights when the distance between us hurt too bad to ignore, and I'd turn on their podcast listening to them argue to chase the ache away. I shake off the memory and sigh, picking at the frays of the hammock.

“What was your favorite tour stop?” I ask. stifling a yawn and pushing off the ground to make the hammock sway.

“Umm…” He starts, and I can hear movement on his end like he’s pacing his room. “Is it cheating to say Boston? It was just a crazy moment to be on a stage in our hometown.”

I smile to myself at the wanderlust in his voice.

“I bet. I wish I could have-” I cut myself off remembering our situation and bite my lip. “I mean, I’m glad you guys got to have that, Chris. I’m sure it was amazing.”

“You could have come, you know.” He says quietly after a beat.

“Chris.”

“No. I know. It’s just…For some reason, I really thought you would. I had this vision of the show ending and I would find you waiting backstage. I played it over and over again in my head. How I’d get the chance to make it right.” He laughs, the sound a little bitter. “Man, it took a lot out of me not to call you that night. Took everything I had.”

“Don’t do this.” I sigh, closing my eyes to fight off the emotions he’s stirring up.

“I don’t know how not to do this.” He admits breathlessly. “I don’t know what it’s like to not want you.”

Neither of us says anything for a few moments letting his declaration hang in the air before I clear my throat.

“We’ve tried this before-” I begin but Chris interjects.

“If at first you don’t succeed-”

“Nothing has changed between us!” I cut in, my tone stern. “It will be exactly the same.”

“You’re wrong. Everything has changed. I know what it’s like to live without you now.”

God. I sit up and stare at my phone, trying to keep my heart from running away from my head. I want to get my car and drive to where he can hold me. But what if all roads to my first love lead me right back to this heartbreak?

“We can’t just go back to how we were before,” I say sadly, shaking my head to clear out the fantasies.

“I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to move forward.” He insists.

I scrunch my face up in thought. “Friends?”

He laughs like I’ve said something hilarious, “Not a chance in hell.”

“Chris, I can’t-”

“We get on a plane back to LA in four weeks. Give me until then. Four weeks to make you fall back in love with me. And if not, I’ll walk away. I’ll call you my friend. I’ll do whatever you want. Just give me a month.”

I take a deep breath and give in, making a small noise of agreement. Chris makes a goofy celebration noise and I smile despite myself before we finally end the call.

What the hell did I just do to myself? I run a hand over my face in disbelief as I wonder how the hell he could ever think I fell out of love with him in the first place.

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I wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and almost float down the stairs to the kitchen. My mom only ever cooks on special occasions so I’m confused until I turn the corner and find all three of the triplets around our island.

“Uhhh… good morning.” I sputter out, reaching a hand up to smooth down my hair. Chris and Nick smile over at me but Matt won’t meet my eye.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” My mom says, smiling as she slips past me in the doorway. “See you tonight.” She tosses a grin back at the boys and they call out their goodbyes. Nick stands from the stool and comes over to me, wrapping me up in a hug that I melt into immediately.

“We missed you, Y/N.” He says when we pull away, making tears spring to my eyes.

“I missed you guys more,” I say earnestly.

Matt scoffs and stands up, grabbing his keys and pushing past us. “I’ll wait in the car.”

I flinch as the door slams and Nick shrugs apologetically.

“Yeah, about him…” He trails off and Chris picks it up for him.

“I wasn’t the only one you left in the rearview, Y/N. Maybe you should go talk to him.”

I swallow hard knowing they are right. Because before there was me and Chris, there was Matt.

Matt who sat next to me in kindergarten and shared his crayons. Matt who pulled his sleeping cot closer to mine when I was scared at naptime. Matt who was my very first best friend. Our friendship plays on repeat in my mind as I walk out to their car, wondering what I say after a year of silence. A year of ignoring my best friend for a fight that was never his at all.

I hear Kid Cudi playing as I approach his window and bite back a smile at how much nothing ever changes. I knock softly against Matt’s window and he cuts his eyes to me, annoyance evident.

“What do you want?”

part 4

taglist: @sturniolho @sttzee @tillies33ssss @miloisdone1 @sstvrnioloo @sturnioloslurps @hearts4chris

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ddollfface · 2 months

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𝐀 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲

𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙊𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

Warnings; bad writing, might be ooc (don't come at me lol), not proofread, obsessional behavior, idk if this is really Yandere tbh, honestly, this is just be dipping my toes into fanfiction... If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I've only watched the tv shows, so all of my information comes from that and the wiki. If anyone knows where to read the manga, then please message me! Also, this is inspired by @mothwingwritings and @yandere-writer-momo ♡

Throughout the series, Katsumi is shown to be loyal to those he deems close and important to him. One of these people is Karate (I suppose, it's a thing, but whatever). Even when faced with people he respects, like Retsu, he refuses to give it up, to deny the power it has. This is shown during the tournament saga where Retsu demands that Katsumi admit that Chinese Kenpō is superior to Karate, of course, he denies it.

Now, what does this say about Katsumi? Well, it shows that when he feels loyalty towards someone/something, he'll cling to it and fight for it until his last breath. Katsumi is strong-willed, and never gives in without a fight; he fights for others' honor. He's been shown to have a vengeance streak, where he'll seek out those he's deemed to have defamed the people he holds dear to him.

He's very smooth with his words and has a boyish charm to him, allowing you to drop your guard when you really shouldn't. His sheepish smile and constant cocky appeal cause you to feel relaxed and underestimate him, forgetting that he's a dangerous man who could snap you in half with his pinky. It's really too easy for him to find where you live, sneak into your apartment, and watch you. All without you noticing; how sweet of you. You don't even realize that Katsumi has grown so attached, not noticing how close he sticks to your side or how his eyes darken whenever you talk to Retsu or Katou (if he ever comes around).

I can imagine Katsumi with most types of darlings, but I think he'd lean towards darlings who are a Good Samaritan. How they show that empathetic behavior solely depends on their personality. You don't have to be energetic and bubbly to be a good person and to help others, instead, you can be quiet and timid. You can be a little colder, but as long as you're willing to step in and help others when they're in need, even if you might put yourself in danger, Katsumi will ultimately find you attractive and court you.

I think that the empathetic characteristic is the root of his attraction, seeing you be so kind and caring just makes his heart swell. He knows you're a good person, and that's what makes you so attractive. Well, you're appearance is also a key factor, but ignore that.

Katsumi just wants someone selfless and willing to put themselves on the line for others, no matter if they know the person or not, as he knows that they'd make a good partner, a good mama. That's ultimately Katsumi's goal in life: to have a family. I subscribe to the headcanon that Katsumi has a breeding kink and he loves children; I don't care what anybody says.

There's no doubt in my mind that he's a loverboy who just wants someone to love, but things go wrong when that love isn't recognized or reciprocated. Not only that, but Katsumi's love can be... overbearing, to say the least. He can get a little too excited, especially when he's around you. And that's when his boyish nature comes in. He becomes too aggressive with his courting tactics (this is similar to Ali Jr. and Baki, me thinks).

These three guys, especially Katsumi, have been shown to be a little blinded by arrogance and their youth (not saying that other characters, who are older, haven't). They're all in their early twenties, and Katsumi being twenty in the Pickle saga, meaning they don't have a lot of experience with women.

Now that we're on the topic of experience, I think that Katsumi has been on dates with women, talked to women, and flirted with women. I mean, look at him. He's attractive, both physically and emotionally, and he's in the prime of his life. Not only that, but he's the adoptive son of Doppo Orochi, though I doubt that matters to most girls, but whatever. This means that he's got money, a lot of it. Doppo's wealth has been reiterated throughout the series that Katsumi is a spoiled kid, and I see that point.

So there's no denying that girls are attracted to him, and I think Katsumi isn't afraid to go up to women; he's quite charismatic. But why doesn't he have a girl? I think that's partially because of his dedication to his martial arts, making it difficult to maintain a relationship, and most girls wouldn't stick around for that. Now, that factor wipes out half of his dating pool, making it difficult for him to have anything but a one-night stand or a few dates.

He can't help but long for someone deeper, long for someone who truly cares for him. Katsumi wants someone who needs him, and relies on him to be provided for, and cared for. He wants to be acknowledged for his hard work, how calloused his hands are, and how good of a leader he strives to be. He just wants someone who'd be his cheerleader, someone who'd support him the way he'd support them.

This drive and desperate need for someone causes him to act irrationally when he finally finds someone even close to his dreams. It doesn't matter where or when you meet, whether it's before or after he's lost his arm, as long as he feels that recognition, he's lovestruck.

(This is where I go off on a tangent, I'm so sorry)

I've read a book called Blink, by Malcolm Gladwell, and it's all about humans and how we think as a species. He goes on and on about this thing called thin slicing. Thin slicing is an ability that all humans have, something we've developed through years of evolution, and it's the ability to make a split-second decision (on a situation or person) based off of little information. According to Gladwell, we do this every day. Thin slicing is fueled by our fight or flight response, more so whether or not we fight, fight, or freeze.

Gladwell says that the moment we make eye contact with someone, or speak a singular word with someone, we've already decided whether or not we like them or not, whether or not we'll befriend them. In multiple studies, Gladwell cites, he says that you can determine whether or not a couple will have a long-lasting relationship just based off of one conversation, a conversation that's no more than a minute long.

It's all about subconscious cues we give off when we speak, much like the phrase 'actions speak louder than words.' Certain cues attract people to each other, unknowing actions that we do that pull others toward us.

Honestly, it's a really interesting thing, and I think that because a lot of Baki men rely on their instincts, and they use thin slicing in every one of their fights, they'll use their instincts to determine who their darlings are. If you were to ask any of the Baki men, in this hypothetical world where they have a darling, I think they wouldn't be able to answer. That they wouldn't know. And that's because it was an instinctual decision, something they knew subconsciously the moment they met you, you, you.

There was just something about you that drew them in, and they would be able to give a broad definition, but they wouldn't be able to tell specifics. And that's the beauty of attraction, so if you think about it, love at first sight is a real thing, yeah?

End of tangent

Because of this, he'll take any one of your interactions and dramatize them. You say that it's cold outside? Now, he thinks you're trying to hint to him that you want his jacket (you don't; you were making small talk). You say that you think his hair looks nice today? Welp, that means you must want to play with his hair, right (Natsue just told you he got a haircut). Hell, your shoulders brush against each other while you two are walking? You're practically telling him that you want a hug! (No, you just were too close to the street).

The point is that any normal reaction or conversation is used to fuel his obsession with you. Within a few weeks of knowing each other, he's thinking that you're going to be the mama of his children. There's no doubt in his mind that you're meant to be. Katsumi will even look at your zodiacs. Did you know that you two are compatible? What a coincidence. It must be fate.

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ronearoundblindly · 7 months

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Feel free to ignore this… but any further (descriptive) thots on what the first time Ari calling reader Mrs Levinson would be like?!

I just can’t get the thot of tender love making out of my brain after reading the 3+1!

Please no pressure at all! Just wanted to let you know how much this Ari lives rent free in my brain 😵‍💫💙

Ari Levinson x bestfriend!Reader (now wife) from Bedrock and Blueprints series

woah. so. good lawd, i got all up in my own feels for a while and shrank my world down to just reader and this guy:

An expansion of the the last part of this. Warning for sexy times in the most loving way. MINORS DNI. WC 1.3k

A/N: holy sh*t. don't @ me if you hate this and hate terrible puns because 🙈 idk what happened...

Your relationship keeps evolving.

You started as distant acquaintances, sharing a friend but not much else. Soon, though, you and Ari found common ground and mutual respect. Slowly, the two of you learned more about each other and grew comfortable, playfully jabbing at each other's bad habits and blind spots.

You only ever wanted the best for one another.

It took a long time--many people would say too long--to WANT one another, and old habits die hard.

The strangest part of your wedding day is how easy it is to fall into the 'friend' pattern again. You're executing a planned day, hosting guests in your home, coordinating care of your baby. Ari's helping. He always does.

The ceremony is short and sweet, the party after a simple barbecue. It hardly feels...special.

On the other side of the lawn, Ari shows a few of your coworkers Rachel's favorite face he makes, and your daughter howls in joy, grabbing at Daddy from her perch your cubicle-mate's arms.

They're too far away to hear, but you can read Ari's body language pretty well after a decade.

What's wrong, honey? You love looking out at a crowd.

See? See all these people? They're here for you. For us. For...

Ari's eyes meet yours, his bottle of beer becoming an anchor in his outstretched hand. He beams.

...mommy.

You give a tiny little wave just as he gets ambushed by a few more guests cooing over Rachel. Ari is tall enough that you can see his gaze never leaves you, even when he's surrounded, even when he mutters an answer to a question, even as he pats shoulders and backs until he's out of the throng.

His radiant smile washes over you like the warm breeze on this perfect day. His feet land in time with thuds of Boyd and Dimitri battling it out on the cornhole boards, and the women flanking you twitter appreciative giggles as if putting voice to your heart's fluttering.

Ari is, well, damn fine to look at.

"Hey," he breathes heavily once making his way to you. "You wanna--" he gestures behind you to the house "--for a sec?"

"Oh, sure." You scramble to think what more could be missing from outside. Are the drinks running low? Is the grill ready for the next round of food? Does Rachel need a toy or maybe a hat?

He leads the way to open the door for you, and that's when you notice Ari's starting to sweat through the t-shirt he changed into after the ceremony. He's never been a fan of the penguin suits. As he puts it, "they rent them for a reason. Nobody wants to own one of these."

Whether for the entertainment or just to cool himself off, you assume Ari's heading for the kitchen and turn accordingly before an arm snaking around your waist hauls you backward.

"Not so fast, gorgeous," he snips in your ear, a familiar playfulness in the words warming down your spine.

"What are you doing, Ari?" you laugh, letting him man-handle you down the hall to the bedroom.

He touches you down gently beside the door and shuts it behind him quietly. Those pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes keep shining.

"Just taking a minute," he whispers, stepping closer, dragging his finger around your ear to move a bit of stray hair, "just for us."

His focus holds yours for a long time. The rough pad of his thumb traces the height of your cheekbone. A sheen of perspiration glistens on his temple. His flush glows pink even on the skin between beard hairs. Ari's tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

Mixed with the muffled sound of your party outside, it's hard to tell his breathing has changed, but when your own eyes stop roaming the rest of his face, you see welling tears.

"Sorry, I don't know why..." Ari's cracking voice trails off. He sniffs and plants his hands against your hips to steady himself.

It makes your head spin.

"Sorry I took so lo--" but you don't let him get the words out.

Friends don't let friends cry over wasted time, no, because none of it was wasted. Learning about each other is necessary. Respecting one another is crucial. Laughing at the little things and the stupid things is essential. Everything happened just as it should.

You pour your approval into the kiss, tossing your arms around his neck and climbing him like the steadfast, rooted tree he's become, the centerpiece he is in the forest of your life, and Ari weathers the assault with gusto.

He sways with that changing wind of desire to lay you on the bed, shading you with his broad body and dangling hair, cocooning you both in your own little world, hot and heavy and light as a feather.

"I love you," he says as his wide palm explores up your skirt. "I love you," he says as two fingers move your panties out of the way. "I love you," he says as he discovers just how long you've been waiting for this touch.

"I love you," you repeat, undoing the fastening of his shorts. "I love you," you repeat, pushing them to the ground. "I love you," you repeat, taking his length in your hand.

"Please, Ari."

He hisses in tortured excitement. "Yeah?" In a flurry of fabrics, he's yanking your skirt around, tucking your leg up high over his waist as he climbs on the bed, too. "You want me, gorgeous?"

You like how much he leans into your new nickname; he's tried to ween himself off calling you 'kid' now that Rachel exists.

"Need you." Your words sound whiny and desperate because they are. "Need my husband."

The groan Ari lets out would wake the neighbors. Thank g-d there's a party outside...

He's so careful entering you, giving you time to stretch for him, giving him time to listen to every sated breath you both take. He pulls down the zipper at your side and peels your dress back, further exposing you. He loves how sensitive your nipples are since having a baby, but he also knows how much you hate these bras. He takes a moment to unhook you and fling that shit across the room, relishing your happy sigh of freedom.

"There's my wife," he chokes out, propped on his hands above you, surveying the bare beauty before him. His shirt is loose and wrinkled from where you've been gripping it for dear life. The shimmer of tears is back in his eyes--just for a second--until you bring him down to kiss again.

Once fully sheathed inside you, Ari sets a rhythm to mirror your whole relationship: slow and playful. He works to make you laugh, to make you fight him just a little bit because he's being silly. He flicks at your nipples and mouths at your shoulder. He only has one care in the whole world and for all time until--

Ari growls into your neck when there's a knock at the door.

"Just took the last bottle out of the fridge for Rachel, dearie. Thought you should know," Momma Joe's sweet old voice vibrates through, but you hear her footsteps fade quickly.

"'Spose that means I need to pump..." You toss your arms out in defeated frustration.

"Nah-uh," Ari shoots back, gathering you into a firm hold, pressing himself that much deeper inside you. He drapes that bubble of attention over you again, intent and adoring. "Right now? Right now you're mine, Misses Levinson."

He rolls his hips back, cock inching out of you, covered in your slippery arousal.

"And I need to pump--" he thrusts forward, the heft of him making your head loll back on the sheets "--again...and again...and again..."

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blushstories · 1 year

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I’m back…I’ ve had mote thoughts. If possible please can you write something with Butcher and reader + the boys like figuring something out and reader makes a really good point or gives really useful information and Billy just gets really excited and snogs the living daylights out of her in the middle of the room. Like cheek grabbing full on. idk…i just UGH. I have too many thoughts about this man djkdke. Thank you!!!

you know what ME TOO!!! at first i wondered whether he was the type to do this but i think i made it work!!

“Oh, we’re dead,” Hughie hasn’t blinked for a few seconds. “We’re so, so dead.”

Butcher tuts, running a hand over his jaw, his beard. He tugs a little at the hairs by his ear, a nervous habit you’ve noticed kicking around recently.

Your tongue presses against the roof of your mouth, winding up your jaw with it. Your heart stutters as you try to gather your courage to speak in the testosterone-heavy room.

“No, we ain’t. You ‘aven’t got a clue if they know,” Butcher insists. He’s got Hughie to work his computer magic to connect to a Vought server, and Hughie completely believes that they’ll track his connection.

“What are we even looking for? Do you know how this stuff works?” Hughie says, voice taut and pitch wobbly.

“Not one bleedin’ idea. Not like I give a fuck anyhow, that’s what you’re for,” Butcher says with mock cheerfulness.

“Guys—“ You’re immediately spoken over.

“Oh, great. Here I thought we were friends. So much for canary.”

“You might want to—“

“Oh, give over.”

“You know what, Butcher, I—“

“Hello?!”You say, loud and sharp. As if buckets of ice water sloshed onto their heads, they paused. You take a deep breath and smile.

“Great, thanks. I just wanted to say, you might want to check that folder,” you point to a spot on the screen. “Annie told me it’s where Homelander saves promotion emails, under-the-table emails, everything. He’s not as secretive as he should be.” You watch with silent delight, Butcher’s eyes flashing with recognition, plans being drawn up in his mind’s eye, creases by one eye introduced by an enlightened smirk.

Double click of the mouse.

“It’s password protected,” Hughie frowns.

“Oh, it’s biggestdick2,” you say. Butcher scoffs with amusement, then snickers when Hughie inputs it… and it works. He’s silent for a moment, rolls Hughie’s chair over and he scrolls and scans some documents, before freezing and looking up at you with glee in his eyes.

When he stands, the ends of his coat almost can’t keep up with his movements, and then there’s warmth on your cheeks and his lips are on yours and he kisses you with everything he has. It’s passion and love and admiration and relief.

You’re breathless and giddy when he pulls away, shoulders heaving, “That’s my girl.”

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beiasluv · 1 year

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omg ok so i was reading ur work and i live for it 🤭🤭 i was wondering. if you could do what a first kiss would be like for neteyam and loak with the reader 🫣🫣🫣 idk if u have done this yet, feel free to ignore if u have 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 (also ur work makes me want to ascend to a third plane if enlightenment)

first kiss | neteyamm + lo’ak

a/n: your words made me wanna ascend as well, thank you hon 😙 enjoyy

masterlist

neteyam

AHem, where do i begin?

back in the days, when neteyam was just a fifth teen years old na’vi, he was gifted with the best gift he had ever received yet

on his birthday, the clan of omaticaya planned celebrated and feasted in honor of toruk mokto’s first born.

well, that is what they planned to do, but neteyam had other plans. boy snuck out and met you under the tree of souls

you asked him to meet you at this particular time, and he wouldn’t miss it for you, even if it means sneaking off his own party

to say that you are his mate isn’t the most correct or wrong statement. you guys met long before anything had happened, and let’s say something bloomed between you two.

neteyam, obviously, the golden child, the oldest, and the big brother of the family. when it comes to everything, he is considerate and caring ALL. THE. WAY.

and first kiss isn’t out of the list, hell, it might even be on top of the list, maybe…

“hey, y/n, what’s the matter?”

“oh, hi, nete, i was- um- er…going to give you a gift,” you scratched your neck. “but i um, i think i forgot it.”

“really? so what were you planning to give me?” he smirked at your flustered demeanor.

“erm…i was um…fuck it! neteyam, haveyoueverkisssomeonebefore?” you broke eye contact with the grass to met his glowing yellow eyes.

“…no? why?”

“t-then…i wanna give you my first kiss…” without another word, neteyam crashed his lips onto yours and tasted it like a starved man. of course, he is the big brother, and he got those charms and all the tricks up his sleeves, but that this moment, he didn’t cared. if he had a little more sense in his system, then he might just go a little softer on your pouty lips, or maybe he would’ve taken care of your face first.

but what can he say? he is drunk in your scent and your lips, can’t take his mouth off you, even if he wanted to. your lips tasted like the sweetest honey on pandora, and the softest clouds he ever flown through.

you felt a swollen sensation in your lower lips, and just as you thought, he was nibbling onto it, “is this okay, sweetheart?” sucking your lips like a starved man, he snaked his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

although his taste is too exquisite to leave, your breath was pounding on the door. you smacked his chest hardly and tried to pull away, but his grip is like an octopus clinging on to its prey. without any response from him, you snaked your tongue into his mouth and parted at your chance.

“neteyam! are you trying to kill me?!” you smacked his chest over and over again.

“hey, hey, who’s the one who offered me your first kiss?”

“well, at least i was being nice about it, you were trying to kill me on my first kiss,” you fake pouted and crossed your arms.

“then i would be glad to die to have you as my first kiss”

of course, he wasn’t expecting to act like that but can’t really blame him, can you? when you are offered a first kiss by your crush, and the ambiance is just perfect, he can’t really turn it down. as a matter of fact, he is STARVING for you.

imagine what a hard situation he was in, you kneeling on the ground, partially begging him, and offering your assistance to him?

HE IS DOWN BAD PEOPLE

of course, he was a sweetheart, asking you how you feel each step 🥺

definitely tasted the forbidden fruit. once he tasted you, he yearns for more and MORE. can’t have enough of you

well, the next time he promised to be more soft and passionate.

his big brother instinct came out to play. going tenderly on each step and always making sure you are comfortable.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME SIR? SIR, DO ANYTHING YOU WANT. pecking your lips, then, kissing them, then, sucking them, and basically grinding his lips against yours

overall, he is just a needy big baby 100/10

lo’ak

okay okay, LO’AKKK

he becomes so shy when it comes to you😭

being the reckless brother he is, he is always quick and fast-paced with your relationship. but definitely the best boyfriend you could’ve ever asked for

and your first kiss isn’t so different…

every time you called for him in the waters of the metkayina’s islands, lo’ak will drop everything and come to your side immediately

of course, it is a daily routine for you to cuddle with each other during eclipse hours. just a simple hours that you can spend together without the worries of the other na’vis

and, nobody can see you guys in the ocean. a win is a win, guys

you are probably the one, and only, comfort to his sanity. whenever his family is going too hard on him, he can always count on you every time

lo’ak just loves for you to hold him close and pamper him. so he basically grew a lot of feelings for you. especially, you are his first crush

the omaticaya girls were undoubtedly beautiful, but none of them caught his eyes. until…he entered the village of metkayina

just imagine him being to scared to confess to you for the whole time😭 will literally cry inside if you are talking to him about a boy

definitely, heard his brothers and other boys talk about how they like the kisses, and other business aHeM

lo’ak: WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN

“man, you don’t know? girls love it when you suck their lips, it just give them butterflies”

“really?” lo’ak huffed.

“FOR. REAL. my guy, trust me”

“m’kay…”

“oh! and, don’t forget to use your tongue…hot stuff”

back at the ocean, he loves brushing his tails against your legs and wrapping it around your waist, to keep your from drifting away by the waves 😩

your legs brushing against each other under the water, keeping warmth spread around your skins.

not to mention that he loves tracing your skins and the delicates patterns under his finger tips 😩

the mood was just right, the sun is setting, and everything turned purple and pink. you couldn’t ignore his golden eyes staring towards you

your thoughts were pulled back when he disconnected the eye contact from your eyes down to your pouting lips.

“y/n…” he called you in his embrace.

“yes…?” you answered staring into his eyes

“can…i?” "yes...," that was your last word before lo'ak swooped in and held your lips against his. the wind was blowing and drifting you apart, but lo'ak's tail held you two close. he tasted your lips with a quick haste, taking a bite of bits and there

trying to stay afloat, you kicked your legs underwater; while your tail is swishing back and fourth. as if he discovered a hidden treasure, he couldn't get enough of your lips. just as you were about to pull off, he explored your tonuge with his. swirling around his and trying to escape his grasps, lo’ak dug deeper into your mouth. he tasted every bits he could.

feeling his fangs against your tongue, you parted your lips away from his and catch your breath. air entering your lungs like a waterfall, but seeing him opposite you, might’ve take your break away again.

“t- that WAS amazing, y/n…” he chuckled at your breathless expression.

“er…thanks” you laughed awkwardly.

“um, actually…i have something to tell you,” he confessed.

“yeah?”

“that was also my first kiss…”

anyways, we know that he is the sweetest boy eVER

all of that you’ve just read, it was actually within a span of one minute. he is our fast paced boy 💀

but later on, he learned how to become more passionate, and gentler. he learnt how to caress your cheeks, your hair, thighs, body, and EVERYTHING

our fast asf boi will learn how to become the sweetest man for you. and don’t get me wrong, HE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR

BASICALLY WORSHIPPING YOUR BODY

this boy couldn’t get his hands off you for eywa’s sake😩 just love holding your hands, your body, or even your hair. it’s just a grounding experience for him and a comforting one

CAN NOT go a day without your kisses. NEVER

OVERALL ROUGH AND PASSIONATE 1000/10 PERIODT

take care guys🤍 stay hydrated and go get some rest if you haven’t already got some

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

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oval3000 · 8 months

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"Hello" Ch. 4

Simon Riley x Reader

Not my art! Not my characters

After defeating Makorav, Simon went back home to enjoy his night rest. The next day he heard noises outside his apartment. When he went to see who was making those noises, by peaking through the eye hole on his door, he saw you. He never thought you would change his life forever.

!WARNING ⚠️ Terrible grammer, past abuse, abuse, ptsd, trauma, swearing, Obsession, Possessive, death,boring story. Different story plot then the game (Makorav dead)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

New to this wanted to try it out. Maybe making it to a series idk .

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"Goodmorning, Simon" he knew something was off with how soft and little your voice sounded. Did something bad happened to you? Did someone say anything to you? Was it those two morons from the laundry room? Did they do something to you?

Simon entered in the elevator with you, "you alright, love" he stood infront of you, looking down at your soft, delicate face with an expressionless look.

You could feel his breath near you. His chest and body was so close to you, you could hear his heartbeat. His head lowered to meet at your eye level. "Look at me, sweetheart" he gently grabbed your chin with his thumb. His eyes were full of lust. Resting heavy on you. "Tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just...I feel like someone is watching me all the time..and I feel like.."

"Like what?" Simon leaned closer to you.

"Like someone is breaking into my place. I looked at the footage from the cameras, but there was nothing."

Simon looked down, making sure you don't see his face, his face of relief that it was nothing too serious. "If there was nothing, then there was nothing"

You walked out of his presence, but your movement caused him to make a move of his own, which he quickly stopped himself from. He felt his arm reaching out to stop you from moving away from him. He quickly put his arm away as he saw you leaning agiants the elevator wall. "I know. I just can't shake this feeling."

"Don't sweat it, love. Now, if you feel like you're not safe, don't hesitate to come knocking on my door, alright."

"Thank you Simon, but I do-"

"I mean it." He walked.over you so close, you couldn't back up do to the wall blocking you in. "I'm always here for you. You can always stay at my place. I can protect you."

You heard the elevator ding as the door opened. You looked to see if Simon noticed so that he can back up from you, but he didn't. "Uh..Simon? The door opened."

He moved to the side to let you go. He saw you walk away from him as you exited the building. He saw as your face completely change back to happy with you went to a guy. A guy you were so comfortably hugging.

He saw as you grabbed on to the guys arm as he hugged you deeply. He saw you as you kissed the guy on the cheek as the guy rested his face on your neck.

Who is he? Boyfriend? Or maybe a close friend?

Either way, Simon didn't enjoy every second of it.

He shouldn't have let you go.

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Simon is a patient man. If he wasn't, he would've been killed by now. He knew not to jump in right away. Sitting down on his couch starring at the black screen TV. His was loosing his patience.

You were killing him. You were the taking away his patience. Everytime he heard the elevator door open, he waited for your steps, only to find nothing. He waited for you. He waited for you to come home. From work? From visiting your friends or family?

From being with your boyfriend, your lover?

He sat there waiting for you. He lost of people in his life. His mom, brother, sister in law, nephew, and father. Lost comrades during missions. At some point almost lost his will to live.

He honestly never thought his heart would light up. It was always cold and lonely in the dark.

Ever since you moved in. Ever since he first saw you, he first heard your voice, he felt his heart light up for first time. His heart feeling warm and nice.

Like a drug, he never wants to stop, he wants more. So when he felt his heart feeling like it's breaking when he saw you with him. With that low life of whoever or wherever he came from, he felt his heart slowly drowning. How could you make him feel this way. First you light up his candle and now your blowing it without letting him make his wish.

He can't accept that. He worked his ass off to be where he is. He has suffered enough to deal with this crap again. He's done being patient with you.

He's not gonna loose you. He'll be dead if he does.

He needs you. He wants you. You just have to see it and if you don't, well he'll be happy to teach you.

He heard your footsteps. He heard the guys voice talking to you. Simon's ears were ringing. He got up and looked at the peak hole of his door. He saw as the guys hand lingered at your arm, slowing going down to your waist. You gonna let him touch you like that?

When he left, you entered your apartment. Without question, Simon opened his and walked towards yours. Knocking until you opened it.

You opened the door, thinking it was your boyfriend." "Jaco-..uh Simon. Is everything okay."

"Who was he?"

"What?" He pried himself inside your apartment which cause you to quickly walk back. "Simon? What are you doing?"

He walked towards you and quickly grabbed your wrist from you walking away from you. He hated when you walked away from him. As if he was a bad guy.

You let out a small cry, feeling his tight grip on your wrist. "S-Simon..your hurting me!"

"Answer my question! Who was we?" He pulled you closer to him. You felt his rapid breathing close to your neck. You shut your eyes hard, feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "ANSWER ME!"

"...my boyfriend! He's my boyfriend!" Your small cries turned into sobs. "Please let go of me!"

"Boyfriend!?" Instead of letting you go, he dragged you into his apartment. He ignored your cries and pleas.

"Please let go of me, Simon!!" You felt his tight grip loosen as he dragged you into his bedroom. He pushed you down to his bed. Before you let out more of your cries, he left you.

You quickly ran up to the door to open it, but it was locked.

You banged on the door, begging for Simon to open it, but there was nothing. He left.

He exited the building.

He was being patient with you. He really was. Now you just have to be patient with him. Just for a little while.

#cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod mw2 #fanfic #simon riley #yandere simon riley #yandere ghost #ghost x y/n #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #simon x reader

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jji-lee · 1 month

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Idk if you write for all of NCT or just for dream, but I would love to request a Taeyong imagine, since he's going to the military soon. Just your moments together before he leaves, where he's extra clingy and can't get enough of you, because he knows he's gonna have to live without you for a while. Also, maybe he's a little insecure that you'll find someone better than him while he's gone, and you reassure him. If you only write for dream, you can write it for one of the dreamies, instead.

i can write for all of nct if anyone else wants to request that! taeyong going to the military is plaguing all our minds TᴖT i hope you enjoy!

since taeyong's last day on tour he has not left your side. this morning was no different, as soon as you had woken up you felt his arms wrapped around your waist, breath softly hitting your face. the sun was peering through the curtains a sign that it was time to get ready for the day. as you tried to get out of bed, you felt his grip on your waist tighten, "where do you think you're going my love?", you turned over to face him, sunlight illuminating his face, he was breathtaking. you gave him a quick peck on the lips, "i have to clean up to start making breakfast, aren't you hungry?" he moaned loudly, not wanting you to leave, "i would starve if it meant you could stay in bed with me, 10 more minutes?" he pouted his lips at you, how could you say no to that face? you snuggled back next to him feeling the warmth radiating off his body. "baby will you miss me when i'm gone?" his question took you by surprise, taeyong hadn't brought up his enlistment till now. "of course baby why wouldn't i?" he frowned, not satisfied with your answer, "my bubu i'll think of you everyday, you know i'll be here waiting right here for you" he let out a little smile, "right here baby? right here on this bed keeping my spot warm?" you giggled going in to kiss him all over his face, "right" a kiss on his cheek. "here" a kiss on his forehead. "waiting" a kiss on his nose. he giggled at your actions, bringing you close to him, stuffing his face in your neck. you heard his muffled whisper, "promise you won't leave me, not even if the hottest guy on earth comes knocking on your door." you grabbed his face so he would look at you, "baby if the hottest man on earth knocked on my door, i would open it because i know you'd be standing there" you kissed his lips softly, "now let me get ready so we can eat okay?" he wrapped his arms and legs around your whole body, "nope, you will be staying right here, with bubu, you're not allowed to go." "how about we take a quick shower together and then you can help me make your favorite pancakes." he smiled wide, "deal."

#🌹#taeyong #taeyong fluff #taeyong imagines #nct #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct fluff #request

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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Congrats on the followers! You deserve it, you know I love your blog ❤️ How about “you’re being a brat” with jealous!Jake x reader? It doesn’t have to be jealous!Jake but he’s just so good to us! ☺️❤️

jealousy, jealousy

pairing- hangman x female!reader (no y/n)

warnings- possessive/jealous hangman, ngl jake's a bit of a caveman in this idk if a man really said some of this to me i'd end him, allusions to smut so 18+ although this is pretty tame for me

length- 1k

an- thank you babe!!!! ilysm. you know i couldn't resist jealous jake god he's so aslkejfowijoaifjs. i actually hate this and how it turned out it's incomprehensible but ily ash so i'm posting it anyways

It’s someone’s birthday. Or anniversary. Maybe they’re moving somewhere. Jake doesn’t remember. It doesn’t matter. Because he’s really, really fed up with your shit.

It all started with a dress.

Jake lives in the 21st century. He understands he has no right to tell you what to wear, has no right to comment that every guy within a twelve-block radius is going to short-circuit when they notice how high the slit of your skirt goes. He knows that.

But he can’t help that he stalls with anger every time someone stares at your legs on display in said dress.

Well, it’s more like he’s trembling with anger, but whatever.

Omaha’s twirling you around the makeshift dancefloor in a poor imitation of a two-step and Jake’s teeth are starting to hurt from how hard he’s clenching his jaw. If anyone should be two-stepping with you it’s him. Omaha isn’t even from Texas, for fuck’s sake.

It’s taking everything in Jake not to sidle up to you two and tear you out of Omaha’s arms, not to slide his hands up and under the slit of your dress like he’s wanted to since the moment you put it on.

Omaha’s hand slides a little further down your back, and Jake lets out a pained noise like someone’s just punched him. He moves to stand up, not sure how much more of this he can take but is knocked firmly back down into his stool by Rooster, his stupid mustache twitching upwards in amusement.

“Tell me you saw that,” Jake protests. Somewhere in his mind sirens are blaring, a voice shouting show everyone who she belongs to, and he just barely hangs onto his last inkling of human decency so he can tell his inner self to shut the fuck up.

Rooster, the bastard, laughs, which only makes Jake’s eye twitch more aggressively. “Let it go, man. It’s not like Omaha would ever do anything.”

Jake grumbles nonsense about slaughtering chickens under his breath but stays put and lets the other man push a new beer into his hand. His teeth are nearly ground down to nubs by the time the song ends, and you float your way over to him, making like you’re going to sit down between him and Rooster.

Before you can, a tanned arm reaches out to pull you in by the waist, not stopping until you’re standing between his legs where he’s perched on his stool.

“Having fun?” Jake asks you gruffly, trying not to get distracted by the flush on your cheeks, the quick rise and fall of your chest beneath that dress.

“So much,” you answer, a little breathless, reaching down to steal his beer for a sip.

Returning his drink, you press a kiss to his cheek, turning so you can sit next to him where you originally intended. He tightens his arm around you to keep you in place, but there’s something sharp in his movements that makes you still in confusion.

You lean back, finally taking a good look at his expression.

“Okay,” you say slowly, surprise written all over your face as you take him in. You gently take the beer from his fingers, setting it on the table behind him. “Let’s take the breakable things out of your hands.”

He rolls his eyes. It’s not like he’s actually going to break the bottle.

“What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong is you don’t realize what you look like swinging around with Omaha and it’s scraping away at his already paper-thin sanity, but Jake knows he’ll get in trouble if he says that.

“Don’t like seeing his hands all over you,” Jake grits out finally, fingers rubbing absently over your sides, trying his hardest not to grip too hard and leave possessive marks on you in front of everyone.

Your eyebrows furrow. “Who, Omaha? Come on, that was about as scandalous as dancing at cotillion.”

Jake narrows his eyes. “You didn’t see where his attention was wandering, then.”

He looks down pointedly at the slit in your dress and you follow his gaze before huffing in annoyance.

“Jake, you’re being ridiculous.”

He clenches his jaw instead of answering.

On some level, he knows you’re right. Too bad that portion of his brain is currently being beaten down by the neanderthal reigning within him.

“You like the attention,” he accuses, trying not to sound childish but missing by a mile.

There’s suddenly a wicked glint in your eyes that absolutely does not shake Jake to his core, that resolutely does not make him regret the words the moment they leave his mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answer, innocent as ever, before moving to spin out of his grasp and over to Phoenix.

Fuck.

Watching you dance with Phoenix isn’t doing anything to lower Jake’s blood pressure.

It’s making it worse, actually, since Phoenix is too smart to be scared of him, so she’s letting her hands wander purposefully and shooting him diabolical looks over your shoulder.

Jake’s eye is twitching again.

No amount of convincing from Rooster could possibly keep him in his seat this time. He’s up before he even realizes he’s moving, sweeping onto the dancefloor, and pulling you into him in one swift motion.

The turmoil in his chest eases a little with you back in his arms, without anyone else touching you, but his last shred of intellect is quickly disappearing as he runs his hands down your curves, fingers dancing dangerously close to the exposed soft skin of your thigh. One look at your mischievous smirk and he wants nothing more than to wipe it off your face by getting those lips wrapped around his cock.

“You’re being a brat,” Jake mutters in your ear.

You raise an eyebrow, silent dare all over your features. “Gonna do something about that, Lieutenant?”

He scolds himself internally for how easy it is for you to wind him up, but you always know which buttons to push.

“Say your goodbyes, we’re leaving. Now.”

#hangman drabble #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman top gun #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman fic #500 followers celly

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nudibranchpropaganda · 10 months

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followed you because when you reblogged my bad communication post i loved your url !! do u have any nudibranch propaganda to share?

Hell yea i do!! This got a little long :)

These funky little dudes have the coolest morphology, something theyre well known for. They can be pretty tiny (0.4 cm) or surprisingly large (60 cm) and generally live in the tropics, though there are certainly a wide variety that live in cooler ocean water as well. Some of the more well known species are very eye catching, like the Jorunna Parva (Bunny slug) or Glaucus Atlanticus

Some of them look like funky leaves and some of them look like slugs we see on the surface too! (Did you know licking banana slugs that you find on land makes your tongue go numb? 10/10 not recommended but i was a dumb kid)

They also come in a goth or clown variant for those that are looking to fit a certain aesthetic :)

Theres two kinds of nudibranchs. Dorids, which breathe from a central plume of gills above their ass, and Aeolids, which breathe from a collection of spiky protrusions called cerata. There are a couple more distinguishing features relating to their digestive tracts and mantles (or lack thereof), but this is the easiest way to tell them apart in my opinion!

Theyre also carnivorous! These guys will eat a wide variety of stuff, including sponges, coral, barnacles, anemones, and even other nudibranchs and their eggs.

There are a couple species that have some pretty cool diets, like the Glaucus Atlantica, which preys on the portugese man of war and other siphonophores. It can eat the man of war whole if theyre small enough, but will also just eat the tentacles if theyre too big. Glaucus will then push the stinging nematocysts (the bits that hurt) from its insides to its outsides and use them as self defence!

There are also sea slugs, like the Costasiella Kuroshimae (technically not a nudibranch yada yada yada) that eat algae they then use to photosynthesize!

These funky little creatures are also hermaphroditic! Like a lot of animals, they use mating dances to attract a partner. Thats not whats cool about their reproduction though. When the time comes to lay their eggs, they do so in the coolest ribbon-like structures.

Mostly though, i just love how different all these little guys are. Personally, my fav nudi is from the ocean near where i live!

Anyways, that was rlly long. thanks if u ended up reading and defs look into these little weirdos on ur own!! (references? idk her :P but actually i dont remember where i learned most of this, though some supplemental info and pics w out credits from wikipedia!)

#syb rambles #nudibranch #sea slugs #marine biology #these r my specialest most favorite animals #also they cant see for shit #as someone who also sucks at seeing things #i love them so so so much #chatter

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boomitsallie1 · 2 years

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Mirrorball

PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Reader (pretty gender neutral i believe but if you catch anything LMK)

Summary : Eddie has his sights on Chrissy Cunningham, and who can blame him?

Warnings: slight mention of ED, Eddie being a jerk to reader? Idk Based loosely on the song Mirrorball by T swift. I was listening to it when I wrote this.

It was hard to watch his eyes flutter to her table every time her joyous laugh rung through the small cafeteria. I’m not sure exactly when it began, when his happy, dopey gazes with the hellfire club became longing ones for the petite blonde that sat across the room. I couldn’t blame him though, this is Chrissy we were talking about, the princess of Hawkins high. She had everyone wrapped around her perfectly manicured nails, breaking them down slowly with her sweet smile and kind eyes.

I didn’t hate Chrissy. I couldn’t, ever.

Chrissy and I had grown up together, living just across the street from each other. I sat in her living room, whilst her and her mother were in the kitchen. While her parent figure in her life degraded her appearance, tearing her down slowly.

Our friendship had ended abruptly when we entered high school. Chrissy’s mother had pressured the young girl to try out for the cheer team, and after that the friendship dwindle too practically nothing. To a friendly wave if we happened to pass in the halls, but not of course without a sneer from her football playing boyfriend Jason.

Because of course, freaks don’t mix well with the popular crowd.

Yet the longing gazes from our dungeon master continues.

The fixation begun to sneak into the clubs’ campaigns as the months continued too past. He’d come into 10 to 20 minutes late, a small smile on his face and the traces of old weed and her perfume rolling off him.

That smell made my chest hurt.

And here we are, yet again, waiting for the curly hair DM to arrive, while I set up our campaign. A soft sigh left my lips, the sound filling the small and quiet room. Then, there was a click, followed by a booming voice. “Hello, my little black sheep!” his voice echoed, walking through the room with a small pep in his step. He ruffled Dustin’s hair, much to the small boy complaint, before taking a plop beside me in his throne.

Weed and vanilla perfume.

My chest begun to constrict.

He wore a lazy smile as he spoke with the hellfire club, taking in all the information the excited boys had for the next campaign. That was until, Lucas spoke up about his next game coming up, and how he’d really appreciate if they could try to make this one, as it was the last game of the season before nationals. And of course, the curly black-haired man scoffed at this.

“You can’t just skip hellfire to throw some stupid balls into a laundry basket” Eddie laughed, which made a soft scoff escape past my lips. I prayed that it was soft enough to not draw attention to myself but based off the glare Eddie was sending my way, I know my prayer was not heard. “Got something to say, sweetheart?” He hissed, trying to present himself as threatening. I shook my head, which caused a small tick to escape from him, before he relentlessly encouraged me to speak my mind. A soft sigh left my lips, before I begun to explain myself.

“I just think its unfair, eds” I spoke softly, “we sit here every day, waiting for the guy who controls our campaigns to show up. You expect us to waste our time and wait for you hand and foot, and you give Lucas a hard time by him just because of this other activity he does, let alone support him in his athletic career.”

“Sounds like you’re a bit jealous, Y/N” he spoke, “No eddie, I-“ I begun to say, but he cut me short, with the raise of a ringed hand, and sharp nod. “If you don’t like what my rules are for Hellfire club, your more then welcome to leave it”.

And that’s when my chest collapsed.

I took in a sharp breath, while Mike and Dustin began to talk over Eddie. He begun to yell at them, as my chair scraped out from beneath me. Eddies brown eyes gazed up at me, the slight recognition of what he had just said changing his face in the slightest. Reaching into the front pocket of my ripped black jeans, placing a red and black marbled swirled D20 in front of him. His eyes flickered from my face, to the dice I placed before him, before back up at me.

“happy 2 years of Hellfire, dungeon master.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #stranger things angst #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie x chrissy #eddie the freak munson

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desert-fern · 1 year

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I’m Pretty Sure You’re That Love of Mine - Natasha Trace X Reader

Pairing: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace X Fem!Reader (Callsign Reaper)

Summary: Phoenix and you have a conversation about what the future holds for you and your relationship post-uranium mission

Warnings: some minor swearing, pure fluff, girls being gay for each other, maybe a tiny bit of angst (reference to the bird strike, but idk man), are typos a warning? Any way, there might be a few…

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: What’s up you guys? This is my first ever fic for TGM, and on this site, written especially for @roosterforme ‘s #love is in the air tgm event. I told myself that this year I would “publish” one of my not-so little blurbs on here and I guess today is that day lol :) Title is from Dandelions by Ruth B.

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The mission had ended; pilots were slowly leaving North Island and heading back to their home bases, with most still close at Lemoore, only about 5 hours away. You, Rooster and his girlfriend, Asp, Asp’s WSO Tweety, Bob, and Phoenix were the only ones left, each sitting in your own little pairs just chatting about everything and nothing all at once.

You had gotten up a few minutes earlier and were standing outside on the fire escape, leaning on the railing, staring out at the planes on the tarmac. The oversized white and grey button up you had thrown on over your tank top fluttered in the faint breeze and you breathed a sigh, not ready to leave the little bubble you’d created. “Hiding on me?” Phoenix asked, coming out onto the fire escape behind you.

“Hmm?” you hummed, turning back to look at Natasha, who’d hugged you from behind. “Nah, I wouldn’t dare.”

“Glad to hear it,” Phoenix replied, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. “Whatcha thinking about?”

You leaned into the gentle peck, humming contentedly. “Just how different everything’s going to be after we leave. We’ve been living in each other’s pockets for the last month or so, so it’s going to be an adjustment,” you said, turning around to face the woman behind you. “It’s a little frightening.”

Phoenix just smiled gently, her eyes raking over your face, noting the slight furrow between your brows. “Hey, we’ll figure it out,” she replied. “It’s us. If there’s anyone who can manage this, it’s us. And Asp and Bradley,” Natasha added quickly. “I swear that they are the most perfect couple.”

“Yep, I hope we get whatever magical blessing they got when they finally got together,” you laughed, a wide grin spreading over your face as you leaned back into the railing, watching Phoenix step closer. “And yeah, we’ll make it work.”

The taller woman just smiled, leaning in and kissing you gently, pulling back a few seconds later. “That we will.”

“What was that for?” you asked, looking slightly confused, but a grin split your face in two watching Natasha. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Because I get to do that now,” Natasha said, a faint pink tinge to her face. “God, I will never get tired of doing that.”

You had been pulled into her arms and ducked your head, trying to hide. “Stop it,” you mumbled, embarrassment riddling your voice.

“I’m serious,” Phoenix replied, lifting your chin and turning her face to yours. “I waited too long for something like this, I am going to make sure that I get to keep it in my life.”

“Wow.” You had a deadpan expression on your face. “Did you steal that from a Hallmark movie, cause holy shit, that was cheesy.” You were trying and failing to hide your smile, eventually giving up and pressing your own kiss to Natasha’s lips, pulling back moments later.

“Ehh.” Phoenix just waved you off, holding you close. “You bring out the goofball in me, what can I say?”

From where your head rested on Phoenix’s shoulder, you hummed happily, looking out at the tarmac again. “What’s going to happen to us?” you asked five minutes later, pulling back from the embrace just a little.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re going back to Lemoore, and I’m headed for Jacksonville. The Ghosts are headquartered there, but I can’t help but wonder, what would happen if I just didn’t go back?” You replied, not looking at the other woman, seeming very nervous all of a sudden.

Cautiously, Phoenix asked “What do you mean ‘if you didn’t go back?’ Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because I was offered a position alongside Mav. Here at Top Gun. As a teacher.”

“Are you going to take it?”

You took a deep breath, before turning and facing Natasha. “I don’t know, maybe? Lately, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Leaving the Ghosts, I mean,” you said in a rush of air.

“Can I ask why? Or do you not know?” Phoenix asked gently. Her heart was pounding in her chest at the thought of you leaving your post as a Ghost pilot for some inane reason.

“Because before, I didn’t have someone waiting for me on the tarmac. No one to ground me in one place at the end of the day. I always had Asp and Tweety in the air with me, they flew with me. But now, I have you waiting on me to come home,” you replied, running a hand through your hair. “I know it sounds stupid, me being willing to tie myself to a place, to a person without even knowing if it’s going to work out.”

Phoenix looked stunned. “I can’t ask that of you,” she finally stammered out, brows furrowed in thought. “I can’t ask you to do that. I won’t. I know how much you love flying with Asp and Tweety.”

“Asp’s leaving too. Coming here to California with Rooster so she can test out the newer and faster planes the Navy is developing,” you said softly. “I don’t have the patience to train a new wingman for myself, besides, if the Navy really needs me to fly for them in an official capacity rather than just as an instructor, all they have to do is ask.”

Natasha was quiet, but her mind was loud, echoing with your words, “I have you waiting on me to come home,” bouncing around like ping pong balls.

“You weren’t asking me, Nat. I made this decision on my own,” you reassured her, stepping closer. “Believe me, there is not a person alive who could ever make me do something I didn’t want to do. You and I both know that.” A soft smile reappeared on your face, reaching out for the other woman’s hand.

“But still…” Phoenix trailed off, glancing at your joined hands. “This is… this is a lot to take in.”

“I know,” you said softly, running your thumb over Natasha’s knuckles. “It’s a lot to hear all at once.”

“Yeah…”

You two fell into a prolonged silence, neither of you sure of what to say. “I’m sorry I dropped this on you,” you finally told her. “That wasn’t fair of me to do that.”

“No. Stop. Yeah, it is a lot, but I think I’m just surprised, that's all.” Phoenix shook her head, dismissing your attempt at an apology. “How long have you known about the offer?”

“Not long. I was asked a few days after Mav tried to step down, despite my blatant disregard of a direct order and punching another service member in the face while deployed,” you answered, biting your lip. “It could be fun. A lot of ego breaking, that’s for sure.”

“And you are already very good at that,” Phoenix quipped, making you throw your head back and laugh loudly. “You had Hangman cut off at the knees when I met you at the bar. Did a lot of damage that he was not coming back from.”

You laughed, the grin slowly coming back to your face. “And yet, I think somehow I didn’t break him enough. You heard him.” A flicker of a glare appeared in your eyes.

Natasha just tsked, pulling you towards her. “Hey. You put him back in his place. Kinda. I think,” she hummed, wrapping her arms around you. “It was kinda hot.”

“Oh come on,” you scoffed. “No it totally wasn’t, there was no way that that whole disaster was even remotely hot.” You turned to look at a blushing Natasha in disbelief.

“It was. The way you fly, the way you handle yourself, both in the air and on the ground, the way you defend your friends, all of that is insanely hot to watch.” Phoenix was bright red at this point, but managed to look you in the eyes, smiling a little as you took in her words.

A shake of the head and you were reaching up and pulling Phoenix down into a deep kiss that left you both breathless when you pulled back. “You little…” you shook your head, laughing a little. “It’s almost like you were watching me.”

“Mmm, almost. But I will have you know that I couldn’t help it, sweets. You just have this magnetism around you that makes it hard to look away.”

Your face went bright pink in a few seconds as Natasha’s words registered. “I…what do I even say to that?” You mumbled, your cheeks warm. “You should probably know that when you first walked into the bar, I panicked. Like I had a big, over the top bi panic that caught me really off guard.”

“Wait, really? And here I thought you didn’t like me when we first met,” Natasha replied. “You went all stone faced, like completely shut down.”

“Because I didn’t want anyone else to see what was really going on. Didn’t stop Asp or Rooster from picking up on it almost immediately though,” you laughed, poking Phoenix in the shoulder.

“I knew that Rooster knew something!” Phoenix cried out. “He teased me relentlessly!”

You gave her a soft smile. “They both knew, and they both teased us, and yet we were still too dense to do anything about it,” you mumbled. “But hey, we did figure it out.”

“Mhm, that we did. But it took us awhile,” Natasha mused.

“Sorry.”

Phoenix kissed your forehead, keeping you held close. “You have nothing to apologise for,” she murmured against your head. “That whole day was a clusterfuck and a half.”

A wet laugh snuck its way out of your chest, somehow you had started crying without noticing. “It really was.” You still jolted awake at night, fear of waking up without Natasha in your life punching through you with every strangled breath. You had been in the air with her and Bob when the bird strike hit, unable to do anything but watch helplessly as they punched out so close, oh so very close to the ground.

Brushing away the few tears that managed to spill over, Phoenix kissed you gently, pouring all the love she could into the gesture. “I’m here sweets. I’m safe. I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured against your forehead as she pulled you close to her chest, holding you tightly.

“I know,” you whispered. “I know. I’m okay, Nat. Just got a little caught up again, that’s all.” Tilting your head up, you caught her lips for a soft kiss, trying to tell her everything you couldn’t put into words.

Natasha was the one who pulled back first, leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m not going anywhere, sweets. I promise.” A few moments passed before she asked “So, what does moving to North Island look like?”

Swiping your hand over your cheeks, you hummed in thought. “Well, Asp and I would have to go back and help train our replacements, pack up the apartment and such, put in for the transfer and hope it gets approved, and yada yada yada.”

“So it could be a while, is what you’re saying right now,” Natasha replied.

“Yeah, a couple of months, at least,” you told her. “It’s going to be hard on us both.”

“It will. But we can figure it out, okay?” Phoenix pulled back from the hug and tilted your chin up, gently forcing you to make eye contact. “We can do this.”

“I know,” you replied, smiling gently. “We both want this, we’ll make it work for us.”

Phoenix merely nodded, pulling you closer into her, and you two stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savouring the quiet. “You know I love you right?” Natasha asked, breaking the silence that surrounded you both.

You froze, risking a glance up at the other woman. “You mean that?” You asked, scarcely believing what you’d just heard. “Because you don’t have to say it if you aren’t ready.”

“I don’t think I fully realised it until a few moments ago, but I do love you. I really do,” Natasha explained. “It took me until now to realise that the reason I was so scared when you took off to save Mav and Rooster was because I didn’t know if I could live without you.”

You just chuckled lightly, grabbing Natasha’s face in your hands, cradling it. “I realised it after I watched you and Bob go down. The same feeling of “I can’t live without her” hit me like a stack of bricks.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yep.”

“Jesus Christ, come here.” Phoenix grabbed your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. You melted into it, so happy that this was actually happening, letting Phoenix take control.

You two only separated when air became necessary, but even then, you rested your foreheads together, not wanting to go too far from the other.

“We should go inside,” you murmured.

“Do we have to?” Came the whispered reply.

“Food would be a good idea,” you answered in an almost mirror of their first real conversation that had happened only a few weeks back. And you realised that, both of you laughing at how similar the moment was.

It was Natasha who tugged you off the fire escape and back inside, interlacing your fingers before you headed back to the green room, to your friends.

———

Asp was the first to notice you and Phoenix walking back into the room. “There you are! I was beginning to think that we’d have to send out a search party!” She crowed, noticing the pink flush to her best friend’s face. “I guess I was wrong.”

“Shut it,” you replied, but there was no heat to it.

Phoenix had sat down next to Rooster, tugging you down and onto her lap, grinning at the whoops and hollers from the other pilots while also smiling at her girlfriend’s bright blush. “Oh come on, sweets. From what I hear, this is karma,” she mumbled in your ear.

You didn’t say anything, but you blush spread to the tips of your ears. You could hear the smirk in Natasha’s voice and you curled into yourself, ignoring the shiver that had gone racing down your spine.

“We got the girlfriend to gang up on her!” Tweety teased, watching your face somehow get even redder.

“That’s it. I’m leaving and never coming back,” you said, trying to regain your composure. “Enjoy your lives, I’m leaving.” But they could all tell you were teasing by the wide smile on your face.

“Nope.” Phoenix tightened her grip around your waist, pulling you closer. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Oh really?” Came the reply. You turned around, grinning at Natasha, wrapping your arms around her neck before gently capturing the other woman’s lips with yours. Phoenix melted into the gentle kiss, her arms loosening and moving up your back, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip off of her lap, pulling back with a smirk. “You were saying?” You stood over the couch, arms folded with your eyes bright with triumph.

Rooster burst out laughing at the shocked expression on Phoenix’s face. He fell into Asp’s shoulder, the room now exploding with laughter at what they had just witnessed.

“You okay there, Nat?” Bob teased, catching his breath just long enough to speak. “Cause it looks like Reaper just took a few brain cells with that move.”

“Okay, okay fine. Whatever,” Phoenix grumbled, hating how easily you had escaped. “Get back over here.”

“Aww hon, you know I very rarely do what I’m told,” you mused aloud, your smirk still very much in place. “You should know better.”

Asp hiccuped, she was still laughing so hard. Tears fell from her eyes, made only worse by her best friend’s teasing line. “She…she’s…she’s got you there!” She managed to say before another wave of giggles pulled her under.

“Hey Chicken, you might want to check that your fiancée is still breathing,” you said, your own chuckles beginning to appear.

The man just nodded, wrapping Asp up in a hug and pulling her onto his lap. The blonde gave one last wheeze before taking a deep breath and exhaling hard. “I’m okay,” she said, smiling widely.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the couch, pulling Phoenix towards you. You smiled as the other woman leaned into your side, and she pressed a light kiss to the top of your head. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Phoenix mumbled back.

The group fell silent, just enjoying the company of the others. “So, Reaps. Did you tell her?” Asp asked.

“I did.”

“And?” The blonde was curious, wanting to hear how Phoenix had taken the news.

You hummed lightly, trying to think about how to explain. You opened her mouth, but were cut off by Phoenix answering for you. “I’m happy for her,” the taller woman spoke. “I’ll support whatever choice she makes. That’s all I can do. Because clearly, I can’t tell sweets here what to do.”

Tweety nodded, smiling at the pair of you cuddled up together. “Glad to hear it,” he said. “I’m happy for you both.”

“Maybe you haven’t told her to do the right things,” Asp quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“Asp no,” you replied. Your eyes were wide in a combination of shock and if anyone looked way past that, they’d find laughter. “Jesus Christ, no.”

Phoenix just laughed, looking at the blonde perched on Rooster’s lap and winked. “Maybe she’s right, sweets. I haven’t tried that yet.”

You just crossed your arms, an eyebrow raised. “Do your worst, hon. I’m more stubborn than I look.”

The look on Natasha’s face was equal to one of being handed a challenge and she accepted it. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.” She shot you a wink, chuckling as you rolled her eyes, but the look you gave her was fond.

“Okay, okay. Enough of that, you’re making me feel really lonely,” Bob spoke up from his place on the opposite couch. “Tweety and I are like fifth and sixth wheeling right now, and it’s kinda painful.”

“Sorry,” the two couples said, some looking apologetic while others very much didn’t.

“We’ll knock it off,” you added. “Won’t we?” You looked over at her friends and they groaned.

“Fiiiinne,” Asp groaned. She cuddled closer to Rooster, who pressed a kiss to her forehead, humming his own agreement. “But the second I make the move here, I’m finding people to set you up with.”

“Please. No,” Bob told her. “I’m okay with being single. Don’t look at me like that,” he added when every head in the room swivelled to him. He sighed, “Seriously. I’m okay with it.”

Phoenix just shrugged. “It’s your life,” she said. “But keep in mind, I think both Reaps and I said that at some point. Now look at us.”

“Leave him alone,” you spoke up. “Let Bob do whatever it is that he does, and if he’s not looking, then he’s not looking.” The other pilots in the room looked at you in disbelief, “What? I’ve been in his position before, I hated getting constantly set up.”

“You never told me that,” Asp said, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. “How did I not know that?”

“Didn’t think it needed to be said,” you replied with a shrug. “And besides, I figured out what I wanted in the end, didn’t I?”

“Yeah you did,” Phoenix joked, nudging you.

Across from you, Tweety gagged. “You guys are gross,” he said, laughing a little.

“Oh please. Like you and Andrew aren’t absolutely sickening when you’re together,” Asp shot back teasingly, relishing in the blush that appeared on her WSO’s face. “So you don’t get to say anything about them.”

Tweety just stuck his tongue out at his pilot, before flopping back against the couch. “He should have been up here by now. Reaps, you just had to wreck your plane, didn’t you?” He whined, sticking his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“Technically I didn’t wreck it,” you replied. You looked over at Natasha, who was avoiding your gaze and doing a terrible job at hiding her laughter. “My girlfriend did that.”

“Wooooowwww. Sure, blame me. Not the fucking birds,” Phoenix said dryly. She had caught the brief flicker of fear in your eye as she’d spoken and that simply wouldn’t do. So she pulled you close, whispering reassurances in your ear.

The group sat and bantered for a while, before Asp and Rooster stood up. “We’re off to bed,” Lucy told you. “Who’s room are we using?”

“Ummm…” you began, glancing at Phoenix, who shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. Take your pick, just make it clear where you are. I’ve walked in on enough people the past few weeks, I don’t need it happening again.”

“Who else did you walk in on?” Rooster asked. He had a curious look on his face as he continued “I know you walked in on Asp and I, so who else?”

Your cheeks tinged pink. “Walked in on Payback and his fiancée and then Fanboy and his partner after they and everyone else’s families and partners came to welcome us back.”

The room burst into laughter, and you had to join in. The whole thought was ridiculous.

“Looks like we found your other skill, Reaps,” Rooster teased. “You have the most awkward way of figuring out who’s sleeping with who.”

You groaned, burying your face in Natasha’s shoulder. “Knock it off.”

“Nope!” Asp crowed. You were bright red and it was funny to everyone in the room, watching your normally unflappable demeanour crumble. “Now Bradley and I have some…things to do, so we’re leaving. Night guys!”

“We do?” Rooster looked confused, but at the pointed look from his girlfriend, he grinned and followed her out of the room, the door shutting behind them.

“So,” Tweety said. “I’m going to find my boyfriend, hopefully he’s done for the night.” The red headed man also got up, and left the room, leaving Bob, Phoenix, and you sitting in silence.

“And now I’m a third wheel. Great.”

You laughed. “Look, I think Asp and Bradley went to our room and Andrew and Tweety will be otherwise occupied, so if that’s the case, you can just crash in the other bed in whatever room Nat and I end up in,” you offered, glancing at your girlfriend to make sure it was okay. “If you want.”

“Won’t that be awkward?” He asked, looking at both women.

“Not really. We aren’t going to try anything and we also know better,” Natasha said, reassuring her WSO. “But if it’s really off putting, you can probably crash in one of the other rooms.”

Bob nodded. “I might take the second option,” he said, standing up. “I should go grab my stuff, before Tweety and his boyfriend take over the room.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” you said with a grin. “Have a good night, Bob.”

“Same to you, Reaper. Nat.”

Within the span of five minutes, the six pilots had dwindled to two. You sat, wrapped around each other on the couch, just enjoying the quiet. “So,” you began.

“So.” Phoenix glanced at you next to her. She knew that if she were suddenly thrown into a cartoon world, that she’d have the biggest heart eyes for you, who seemed oblivious to the whole thing. Somehow, it seemed, to Natasha, that you didn’t know just how much you were cared for by the others in your life. You seemed so used to flying solo, both in the air and in life, always moving so you could avoid the loneliness that came whenever you slowed.

It was a feeling that Phoenix knew all too well; she’d always been independent, and yet somehow, somewhere, she’d fallen into a parallel universe where she couldn’t bear to leave your side. “Is it bedtime for us too?” Natasha asked, watching you smile softly before a yawn nearly split your head in two.

“I think so,” you replied. “I could sleep for a week.”

“Didn’t you sleep last night?”

“Mmm, a little. I haven’t really slept well since before Admiral Kazansky’s funeral,” you told her girlfriend. “Guess my brain is really on board with sleeping next to you.” You added the last bit as an afterthought, the sudden realisation of your words hit you and you frantically tried to clarify. “That’s not what I- never mind, you know what I meant,” you groaned, leaning your head back against the couch.

Natasha just laughed, burying her face into your shoulder. “I know what you meant,” she murmured. “It’s just funny to watch you flounder like that.”

“You jerk.”

“Mmm, you love it.”

“I love you, there’s a difference.” You had shifted just enough to look into Phoenix’s brown eyes and she swore she could see the love she held for you reflected back. “I mean that much.”

Natasha smiled softly, sitting up and pressing a soft peck to your lips, grinning as you tried to chase her as she pulled away. “I love you. More than you could ever know,” she whispered.

“I might just have an idea,” you replied, your own soft smile adorning your face. “I can’t even begin to put it in words.”

“If you could, I’d win,” Phoenix teased gently. “Come on, love. You look ready to pass out.” She stood up, grinning at the little noise you made when she’d pulled away. “Need a hand?”

“Always.” You extended her hand, and Natasha hauled you upright, pulling you into a hug. “Didn’t we say it was bedtime?”

“Mhm, we did. I just wanted to hug my girl,” the taller woman said, smiling at the slight laugh that she drew from you.

You stepped back. “Well, wait a few minutes. Then you can hug me,” you said, walking over to the door. “You coming or what?”

Natasha just shook her head at you and followed you out the door and down the hall toward the dorms. A T-shirt was hung on the door knob to your and Asp’s room, making the taller woman snicker. “Well you did say to make it clear, sweets,” she teased.

“Shut it,” you tossed back, a little bubble of laughter bursting in your tone. “I’m too tired for that shit.”

“Okay, okay. Fine,” Natasha laughed, grabbing your arm and tugging you back down the hall, heading for her room. “Let’s go.”

You ran down the hall, giggling like little kids. You felt weightless, giddy even, at being so close to Phoenix. You couldn’t help your grin, feeling Natasha pull you into her room and close the door, pressing you back against it. “Hi,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha just raised an eyebrow. “Must you start every conversation like that?” she asked, grinning at you in front of her.

“I kinda have to,” you said, your breath hitching. “Kinda my trademark now.” You watched Phoenix’s grin widen, her head falling to the side as the other woman ducked her head to nip gently at your neck.

“I don’t remember you talking this much,” Natasha mumbled into your neck. She loved the shudder that ran through your body, relishing in its newness.

“Then shut me up,” you breathed, wiggling against the door, dislodging Phoenix and you walked over to the bed and flopping back on it, smiling gently. “But do it later, cause I will fall asleep and that would be shitty for us both.”

Natasha threw her head back in laughter. “Alright, fine. But I mean it,” she said, perching on the edge of her bed. She watched you toss your oversized grey shirt off, leaving you in your tank top, which you peeled off, and your shorts.

“What?”

“For such an amazing pilot, you really are dense when it comes to how others see you,” the taller woman spoke, smiling.

You just looked confused. “How do you mean? I know that the others see me as just a Ghost pilot, the best shot out of them all. What else could you possibly be talking about?” You turned around to look at your girlfriend, ducking your gaze once you caught the fiery look in the brown eyes watching you closely.

“You seriously don’t know?” Phoenix was incredulous. She had no idea how you thought anyone saw you as just a Ghost pilot, because she knew that the others had thought way more. You shook your head, meeting her eyes once more. “They saw a very hot and scary woman shoot our instructor out of the sky and laugh it off afterwards. You have set the standard for what a Top Gun grad could be. I know they saw the passion you have, the ambition. I saw your loyalty when you stood up for Asp, when you fucking punched Menendez in the nose. You are so much more than just your ability in the air, sweets.”

You flushed deeply, opening your mouth to speak, but shutting it almost immediately after. Surging forwards, you grabbed Phoenix by the front of her shirt, kissing her hard. When you pulled away, you were breathless. “For fuck’s sake. Warn a girl next time,” you said. “You can't just go singing praises all willy nilly like that.”

“Why not? You aren’t the only one who likes to talk,” Natasha replied, smiling at how your ears had pinked.

You just grinned, shaking your head. “Because… because it will make me regret saying that we should take things slow,” you said eventually, your eyes piercing Natasha’s brown. “And I mean it. I want to actually savour this before jumping headfirst into it.”

“Well then, Lieutenant Commander,” Natasha teased. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She stood up to change, taking off her own shirt and bra, slipping into a t-shirt, before changing her pants.

A whistle from the bed made her stop and turn, catching you grinning at her as you leaned back on your elbows. “Lookin good, Trace!”

Natasha just shook her head as she laughed. “I could say the same about you, sweets,” she replied, padding softly over her bed and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “But you always look good.”

“Mm. Is that so?”

“Oh yeah, especially now that you’re sprawled on my bed.” She winked, her smile deepening when you blushed, hiding your face in the pillow next to your head.

“Stooooppp,” you whined.

Phoenix just smiled, climbing under the covers, and laughing as you followed suit. “Come here,” she mumbled, opening her arms.

Not one to miss out on being cuddled, you rolled, tucking yourself in Natasha’s arms, and sighing deeply. You didn’t know when you’d last been held like this, just because the other person could.

“You just needed a hug, didn’t you?” Natasha whispered against your forehead. She pulled you close, feeling you readjust just a little so that you could rest your face in the crook of Natasha’s neck.

“Always,” came the mumbled reply. “I always need hugs. But a callsign like mine means that some people would rather fear me than hug me.”

“Well that’s just rude.” A light kiss was pressed to your head, before Phoenix adjusted herself, moving her arm to wrap over your hip, tugging you impossibly closer. “You don’t have to worry about not getting hugs anymore.”

You pulled back to kiss Phoenix sweetly. “I love you,” you whispered against the other woman’s lips. “Always and forever.”

“Ditto,” Natasha replied in a hushed whisper. She smiled, feeling the puff of air that left you as you let out a short laugh. “I love you too.”

A soft smile formed on your face, and you tucked your face back into the crook between your girlfriend’s neck and shoulder. Moments later, your breathing slowed as you let herself drift off, fully trusting Natasha.

Phoenix took a little longer to fall asleep; her mind was too busy cataloguing every place you were touching her, just memorising them in case she never got this chance again. A shuffle had her glancing down at you in her arms, and smiling softly. She took a deep breath, letting herself settle, slowly shutting her mind off. A few minutes later, Natasha fell asleep, cradling her girlfriend in her arms, falling just a little deeper in love with the woman who’d caught her eye on day one.

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AN: So that was that! I have no idea how I wrote that much, but here we are! If you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this, please let me know in the comments, and reblog if you can! Thank you for reading this! Love you all!

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