#it really says something when the dude is fully nude but all i can see is that ass
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An ode to Barry's ass
#barry keoghan#an ode to..#bk movies#bk nude#bk shoots#getting jumpscared by that ass#barry's fat ass: an exhibit#Double cheeked up#on a Thursday afternoon#hella ass#the sun is still out#my nigga#it really says something when the dude is fully nude but all i can see is that ass#ill never shut up about it#i want it served on a plate hannibal style and motorboat it#biting chunks off it#i bet if you smacked it the shockwave would cause a tsunami in japan#really sad i cant grow a penis cuz id grab those cheeks firmly and dry hu- *gunshot*
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can i just say how much i appreciate that even though jim is the only member of the cast to be fully nude aside from fang’s draw me like one of your french girl’s moment with lucius it’s not fetishy or horny or male gazey at all?
like it happens before jim figures out any gender stuff! it’s one of the first times we see them without the disguise! they’re skinny dipping!
but there are never any lingering shots of body parts. It’s not even really how lucius figures them out- the focus in that scene is very much on him seeing the abandoned nose and beard, not on hey who’s tha- Why Does Jim Have Tits? I don’t think anyone, audience or Lucius, ever seen anything but Jim’s head and shoulders
i just love that this show lets the characters just Exist in their bodies. We don’t get creepshotty bits with Jim, Fang doesn’t freak and try to cover up/no one covers their eyes when he and Lucius get barged in on. they just Are.
and the scene with Jim especially would be so easy to be Weird about. Like i always took the implication in MULAN, a kid’s film, to be that they figured out her gender bc they had her shirtless for wound treatment and Boobs. HBO is absolutely a network that would be down for a “as established last episode jim isn’t a dude, look they have boobs!” shot. I wouldn’t be wholly surprised to learn that treating it as they did was something of a fight bc execs wanted it to show more skin.
but jim gets to just Exist instead
#ofmd#our flag means death#meta#ofmd meta#jim ofmd#ink post#ink meta#this morning im having jim thoughts i guess greeetings
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hi!!!! i was born at october 3rd, and my bias is baekhyun !! we also have the same gemini moon !! can you please write something about him being jealous of a game character i love and being all bratty and needy smakshxkshd you can add smut if you want pls with some degradation. also is okay if the requests are full ill still be happy if you read this and know that i admire your work!!
REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED
Hiii!! OMG you're so cute!!! Lemme tell you I have a LOT of fun writting this! I'm sorry i didn't include much bratty/needy Baekhyun but i could have honestly write a 3k one shot about this one! I hope you like it!
Warnings - jealousy, degradation, nude sub/clothed dom, daddy kink, spit play, unprotected sex
Lockscreen - Libra!Reader & Taurus!Baekhyun
“What is that?” Baekhyun yells as he points at your phone. You are confused for a second but you realize he is talking about your lock screen wallpaper.
“Huh? Oh! It’s Chris Redfeild” you say shrugging, immediately focussing back on your Nintendo Switch.
“I thought I was your lock screen” your boyfriend whines, pouting cutely. Contrary to the earth signs like Taurus, Libras like to switch things up and try new things. Baekhyun can go a whole year with the same lockscreen and even if he changed he would replace the current pic of your last dinner date with another one of you. He wanted to see your cute face every time he picked his phone up.
“Well yeah but I wanted to change it” you say not lifting your eyes off the screen.
“And why did you choose this… dude?” resent underlines his voice but you are too absorbed in the game to realise it.
“I don’t know he’s hot”
Not many people know that but alongside the Scorpio, the Taurus is the most possessive and jealous sign of the zodiac. The only difference between the two is that Scorpios are not as subtle as Tauruses.
So Baekhyun inhales deeply and puts back on the cute face front before asking.
“Why?”
There the social instinct of the Libra kicks in and you pause the game to finally look at your boyfriend's face.
“I mean he’s really buff and I don’t know I like his beard and his arms. I guess like that he’s… manly?” you say, hesitant.
Your heart sinks when you see Baekhyun’s orbs go dark with anger. As a Libra there’s nothing you dread more than confrontation and that’s the exact opposite for your Taurus boyfriend. He’s not represented by a bull for nothing. He faces everything head on. And that's exactly what he intends to do right now.
He doesn’t say a word when he gets up the couch and whips your console out of your hands.
“You like manly, huh?” He throws the console on another chair. “Daddy will show you manly, then” his voice is cold. “Strip”
Your non-confrontational nature dictates you to follow the orders and you soon find yourself stark naked on the couch in front of your still fully clothed boyfriend.
He pulls on his sweat pants just below his hips, just enough to let his angry hard cock spring out. You can’t help but to gulp at the sight of the thick member, seeping precum.
Then Baekhyun places both your feet in the air, knees bent on your chest and thighs far apart, leaving your pussy out in the open for him to see.
“Fucking stay like this” he orders before he spits on his hand and rub it all over his hard cock, stroking it and groaning as he tightly clenches his fist around his raw meat.
He leans over and spits on your cunt too, he smears it over your folds with his hot tip and before you can even brace yourself he smashes himself deep into you. This first thrust is so hard that it makes your hips sink back into the couch cushions. You can’t help but to moan when you feel pleasure rip through your unprepared little cunt.
Baekhyun instantly starts to go full speed inside you, pumping himself in and out of your heat at an insane speed. You feel your walls clench around him as pleasure is quick to rise to an unbearable level while your eyes are locked with the place you two meet, front row seat on his long thick cock railing your little cunt that didn’t even have the time to get wet.
“You’re fucking mine you hear fucking whore?” Baekhyun grabs your hair and pull harshly on it to make you look up. “Fucking look at me.” He spits in your face and you feel the warm saliva drip down your cheek while you have trouble controlling the pleasurable responses of your cunt around his thick cock.
“Yes I’m yours Daddy” you scream, desperately looking back into his eyes.
“This little cunt is mine only and I don’t want to see an other man as your lockscreen you get that fucking slut?” his voice is strained as his thrusts become sloppy.
“Please Daddy your big cock is too good Please can I cum?” you beg as tears run down your face, mixing with your boyfriend’s spit.
“Yes cum on this dick with your slutty little cunt” Baekhyun growls as he release his thick cum into your raw, spit covered pussy taking you over the edge with him as your orgasming, clenching and twitching pussy milks him dry, so eager to mix your juices with his spit and cum. You moan and scream, little body crushed under the overwhelming forced orgasm.
When Baekhyun has caught his breath he pulls out and he inserts two fingers in your still very sensitive pussy which makes you jerk your hips up. He scrapes the cum out and smears it all over your face still coated with spit and tears. He takes your phone back and takes a picture, you can only see the flash as your vision is blurry, eyes stinging with spit and cum.
“There I changed your lockscreen and this one is way more suited for a little whore like you” Baekhyun concludes proudly.
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『 As your boyfriend | BNHA Headcanons 』
From the good, to the bad, to the downright adorable.
Characters: female!reader, Aizawa Shouta
Tags/warnings: Boku No Hero Academia (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, smut, fluff, soft dom Aizawa, relationship, headcanons
⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️
A/N: Right, so I'm simping for this man biG TIME, but I'm only on season 3, so no spoilers or anything, please. This is my first BNHA post (and it turned out way longer than I was intending 😅) Please let me know if you want more in the future!
Also, I have a repetitive strain injury, so typing stuff is taking a while at the moment. Sorry about that. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ ~Imo
☆ Aizawa Shouta ☆
I'm not going to lie. Shouta can be a big ol' grouchy pants sometimes, and it's basically impossible to win an argument against him makes you want to tear your hair out, sometimes
But most of the time, he's just tired and in pain, and he doesn't mean to be so crotchety
He's not the type to make excuses, though. That's childish. He means his apologies, even if they're simple
He'll normally initiate an apology by gently wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his forehead on your shoulder 🥺
Physical contact is incredibly personal and intimate for him. He doesn't just touch anyone, or allow them to touch him
You're special 💞💫
Soft, gentle touches, like his fingers interlacing with yours, or his leg brushing up against you, are basically his way of saying 'I love you'
Catch me crying in the corner, a'ight? 😔
He rarely ever raises his voice. Like, ever he doesn't need to, and is aware that it can be scary
He's definitely the kind of guy to forget to tell people that you're dating, simply because he doesn't see how it's relevant or anyone else's business 🤦♀️
I mean, he ain't wrong, but–
And his mood switches between 'antisocial' and 'clingy' like a mechanical metronome did someone say 'cat'?
Sometimes, you'll be lucky if he speaks more than three words to you together in a whole day nothing personal 🤷♀️
But on other days, he literally won't let you out of his arms for the world he's complicated, okay?
You have missed many a parcel delivery because he wouldn't let you get up from his lap to answer the door 🙄😂
Boundaries and responsibilities are key and highly respected by Shouta, and he would NEVER erase your quirk without your permission, unless he literally had no other choice like someone's going to get hurt, or something
Is generally quite serious so what's new? but you're one of the few people he can relax around when he feels like it
9/10 of his jokes are dad jokes 😎 hell yeah
Takes a hard stance in financial debates, but is constantly broke af 😶 says he'll buy you dinner and presents you with some instant noodles with a 'Reduced To Clear' sticker on them
Will take a bite of your food/steal some off your plate without asking, and literally say nothing to defend himself #gremlin
Is incredibly shy and uncomfortable about being ~le horny~ until you've been together for literally forever
Even then, he's still shy about it when he has to bring it up and it's pretty cute, let me tell ya
It took him forever to admit to you that he gets turned on when you eat ice lollies
Guess what you do whenever you want to mess with him like a little brat 😛
But if he's in the mood, he will 100% whisper something dirty in your ear, even if you're completely alone and probably well past third base
He does it because he knows your pussy will clamp around him at the sound of his voice 😳🥵
*fans self profusely*
Genuine, unadulterated smiles are rare with Aizawa, but when he does 🙌 Heaven hath opened its gates and allowed an angel walk amongst mere mortals 🥺🤧
If he lays his head on your chest, he will fall asleep like that *snaps fingers*
Surprise nose and forehead kisses to show he loves you ❤
Calls you 'Kitten' this is basically already canon at this point
And he's all about those deep talks with you at 3 am when he can't sleep
Speaking of insomnia!
It's cheesy, but you're like a soothing balm. The warmth of your body makes him feel safe, your touch helps him relax, and your voice soothes him to sleep
He's never slept as well as when you're beside him 😭🤧
When cuddling, he likes to be the big spoon but will accept being the little spoon if you if you press your boobs against his back and ask really nicely 🤭
And he loves you stroking his hair and running your fingers through it 🥺
Netlix nights and pillow/blanket forts!!
Rainy days are a godsend. Staying inside all day under the blankets, with the soft sound of the rain falling outside and no-one to interrupt you – literal paradise
He makes mean hot cocoas and Irish coffees 😋 I feel like this man lives off Irish coffees 😂🤣
Wears a lot of black and grey sweatpants at home 😗 which highlight the outline of his dick just right, if ya know what I'm sayin' 👀
Doesn't like going out for dates and prefers staying inside and doing stuff together same, honeyy
But if you really like going out, he will somewhat begrudgingly agree to it and get all dressed up for you, just so long as he gets his fair share of home-dates, too 🤗
But if you also don't like going out... the two of you will basically never leave the house, except to get groceries in your pyjamas from the 24-hour convenience store down the road at one in the morning oddly specific, I know, but you get me
And sorry, but I don't make the rules
Well, actually, I do. But shush
We all know that Shouta cleans up *chef's kiss* So when you go somewhere ~fancy~ he always looks so damn fine 😩
But he has very little idea that he's hot he sees himself as a tired, walking dumpster fire🚶♂️🔥
Shouta will 100% turn into a crazy cat dude with 15+ cats if you don't stop him I never said you should, though 🙃
And is a 'minimalist texter' – basically, if he can't answer a text with 'yes', 'no,' 'maybe', or 'OK', then he probably won't answer it at all 😭😂
Especially if you try and sext him or send him your nudes while he's at work. He'll probably lecture you when he gets home and depending on just how much you turned him on, he might proceed to teach you a lesson...
But wear his shirt, and just his shirt or his hoodie and he's yours
Heart eyes, motherfucker 😍
And, depending on how you two are feeling that day, you may or may not end up getting dicked down on the nearest semi-flat surface right then and there 👀
But don't misunderstand. This is an incredibly tired man you have here, and his libido actually isn't through the roof sorry, ladies so this kind of thing isn't an everyday occurrence
But when he dicks you down, he dicks you down goooood
Shouta's not big on PDA, but makes up for it in private. We're talking hands and kisses all over your body he leaves nothing unloved 😏
And while he's not big on PDA, he is big on sneaky displays of affection or 'SDA', as I like to call it
Like subtly grabbing your butt for a second, or his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner etc. especially around other people
But what really gets him going is slowly removing your clothes and taking you fully naked, spreading your legs wide and holding them open he likes the view 😍
He lowkey highkey worships your body 🙏 and will literally not shut up about how fucking pretty you are, and how fucking good it feels inside you his words, not mine 😳
Groans and growls a little when he's getting close/cumming especially when he's being a little rough and likes to cum together, but knows it's not always practical
He tends to be a gentle dom, but can get just a teensy bit 🤏 rough if he's too into it – but nothing outrageous
We're talking rough thrusts and a brutal pace, maybe holding onto you a little too hard and, waaahh, he gets so embarrassed if he leaves bruises
Is also into a little bondage, but again, only light stuff – restraining your wrists with his hands or his tie or his Capturing Weapon 👀 maybe blinding-folding you if you're okay with it
If you're not blindfolded, then I'm afraid he's all about that eye contact
Eating out your pussy? Eye contact. Pounding you into the mattress? Blazing eye contact. Rearranging your guts in front of the mirror? Fucking eye contact
And CONSENT, BABY. THAT'S WHAT HE'S FUCKING INTO 😌🙌💞
But all jokes aside – he's too used to taking without consent with his quirk, that he's kind of paranoid about it comes to sex but it's adorable and sweet, and honestly, still kind of hot
And speaking of eating pussy – goddamn does he like to please you. Like cream to a kitty 😛
Oh, and he just loves it when you suck on his fingers as he's pounding into you 🤤
And he likes to leave love bites in personal, inconspicuous places and sometimes on your neck
He's marking his woman 😌
When he gets suuuper horny, he likes to fuck you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror. It's a specific kink he has of watching himself stretch you out as the length of his cock disappears inside you...
I can get behind that, lemme tell yaaa
I said he tends to be dominant, but female doms – fear not!
Shouta is quite flexible when it comes down to it and is kind of lazy, lmfao so he definitely has time for laying back, having the control taken away, and having his dick ridden
For him, it's really all about communication and what you're both comfortable with
I will say this, though: sometimes, his cat watches you while you're banging 😅😂
The first time it happened, you freaked out and refused to continue because – how could you??? But eventually, you just kind of got used to it 🤷♀️
The same way you've got used to it following you to the bathroom every time you go to take a shit 😭
So now, you just kind of laugh about it, which helps keep things a little lighter 🤗
After sex, he does like to snuggle, but you'll be lucky if he stays awake for more than 30 seconds it's one of the few times he actually can sleep well
If you're ever out and about, or even inside, and cold, he'll wrap you up in his clothes/scarf/blanket like a sushi roll like Eren wrapping up Mikasa in his scarf, all deadpan and everything 😐
It's not that often, but when he gets drunk, he gets all soft and emotional, and starts babbling about how he can't believe he got so lucky to be dating you, and that he's sure he hasn't done anything to deserve it mah heart
He's pretty sure he wants kids, but he doesn't feel like now is the right time, and is lowkey afraid that it's never going to feel like the right time
He also constantly doubts himself, wondering if he'd actually able to look after them and protect them the way a father should class 1-A got him second-guessing himself 🥺
Besides, it's not all about him. You clearly have a say in it too, and he doesn't want to force you into anything
Again: communication and comfort zones
Dating Aizawa definitely has its ups and downs, and it's not smooth sailing, but he's prepared to work for a life with you because he's found a connection with you that he hasn't feel with anyone else
He knows that you're both far from perfect, but hopes that, for once, you might just make something good, and make it last 🥰😇
© imo-chan-imagines 2020
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Hm, mommy issues anybody? Daddy issues anybody? Yeah. Let’s unpack that a little. Not a lot.
Dean runs his hand up the back of his head, feeling the soft spikes of his haircut. It was a stupid tic he’d picked up in his teens, it usually made girls melt. The sensitive guy, the nervous guy, the guy who’s eager to please. It made him look vulnerable. Girls liked that. He started catching himself on it and stopping when he got into his twenties.
His phone buzzes. He looks at it quickly, ignoring the stupid clench in his heart that comes with the action.
One New System Update Available: Install Now?
He sighs and turns it off.
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Long hours in the car are usually… uneventful. Full of all kinds of empty time that frankly? Dean likes. It’s a nice break from the constant weird noises of sketchy motel rooms with paper-thin walls, from the creaking pipes in the bunker. Mostly, it’s a break from thinking about whatever batshit depressing problems they have up their ass that week.
But this time? The open road is endless, like a really shitty, really boring acid trip. A fucking infinity of his ankle cramping up on the side roads. And Sam always gives him the stink eye when he reaches for his phone, so he can’t even do that. He does make pit stops more often than usual, so he doesn’t crawl out of his own skin, and his glares keep Sam from mentioning it. Maybe he just thinks he’s got the shits. He’ll let him keep thinking that.
At least on the pot he can check his phone.
But time and time again, he lays down a loud paper cover that doesn’t do much to cover up the griminess of the seat and sits down, and unlocks his phone. He waits until he’s fully in the stall to do it, even though he could end the suspense the second he puts Baby in park. Maybe he knows what the answer is gonna be.
What the answer always is.
No New Messages.
He sighs. Story of his life.
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Sam snatches his phone next time it buzzes in the cup holder before Dean can even reach for it. Dean opens his mouth to gripe, but his stomach ties itself in a knot anyway. He doesn’t know whether he wants it to be… or whether he’s dreading it.
“Who is it?” he tries to say it casually. It sounds forced to him, but Sam doesn’t notice.
“Cas,” he’s got this dopey little smile on his face, and Dean feels his face heat up. For no goddamn reason, it’s not like-
“Why’re you- what’s up? Anything wrong?” Dean knows Sam would’ve said right away if something was wrong, but he wants his brother to spit it out already, and Sam looks like the cat that got the cream. That means he’s about to try to be funny.
“Nah, nah.” Sam grins again, glancing away from the phone finally.
“Well then put it down, Nosy, what the fuck,” He’s already seen the text, whatever it is, so it’s no use, but Dean bristles anyway. It’s not like Cas would’ve sent him anything actually embarrassing, right? What was the last thing they were talking about… the best roadside pancakes? Yeah, so, it couldn’t be anything weird. Well, it’s Cas, so it could always be something weird. But nothing incriminating. Hell, Sam’s accidentally opened a nude a girl sent him one time so it’s not like it could be worse than that. Not like Cas is sending him nudes. Dean cracks a grin at the thought of what a thirst trap would look like for Cas. Probably him in a, like, half unbuttoned button up laid out in a library chair. Maybe a book in hand. An angel blade. The weapon! Not-
“He just- he just wanted to update you on where he is in Gilligan’s Island.” There’s a laugh in Sam’s voice, and Dean wants to know why. Probably just the way Cas described it, he always finds this certain way of saying things that’s just… kinda endearing and kinda confusing.
“He’s watching without me? Son of a bitch!”
Sam smirks. “Yeah, he and Jack. Jack finished Pirates of the Carribean and he wanted more island stuff.”
Dean shakes his head. “Motherfuckers…”
Sam rolls his eyes. “You want me to text him back for you?”
Dean rolls his shoulders out. “It’s fine, I’ll just do it at the next stop.”
They pull into the next gas station and Dean doesn’t look at his phone again until he’s hidden.
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Because Sam is a nosy bitch, he asks. Well that, and he’s really tired of the car ride taking twice as long with all the stops they’re making. Dean’s usually a ‘pee in a bottle and don’t pitch a fit’ kind of driver, himself included (Sam’s scarred for life at this point), but now? It’s like they’re traveling with a six year old kid, stopping every hour.
The third stop in Oklahoma alone, he stops Dean. “Okay, do we need to go to the hospital?”
Dean quirks his eyebrows and frowns. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
He’s got a clue what they’re talking about.
Sam bitches with his whole face. “We’ve been stopping every four fucking feet for days now, so you’re either dying and we need to go to the ER and get an endoscopy, or-
“An endoscope who?”
Sam doesn’t take the bait. Shocker. “Dean.”
Dean rolls his eyes and tries to bypass him. Sam is smarter than he looks. They grab his phone. “Sammy!” This time the word’s annoyed, a warning. Like he used to say right before he really viciously wrestled Sam to the ground and pried the last cookie out of his delicate little hands when they were kids.
Unfortunately, Sam has a height and reach advantage. He holds the phone up and Dean doesn’t have a chance unless- Dean punches him in the stomach. Sam makes a winded noise but manages to keep his arm raised. He glares harder. “You’re gonna talk to me, or you’re not getting this back.”
God, they’re a bitch. “Fine, fuck you. I’ll shit the old fashioned way.” Dean saunters off to the horrifically artificial lights of the gas station, a middle finger waving back just for his little bro.
When he gets back, Sam’s looking much more compassionate. It’s worse. “Dean, why are you so obsessed with your phone? What’re you waiting on?”
Dean rolls his eyes and gets in his car, leaving Sam to follow him. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, dude, I’m just making sure I don’t miss any texts from Mom,” He jams the key into the ignition and steps on the gas. Sam’s door snaps the rest of the way shut with the sudden force and they yelp. “Oh, don’t be a drama queen.”
“You’re the dramatic one right now, Dean.” Sam raises his eyebrows, condescension dripping off his expression. “Did she say she’d text soon?”
“Nope.” Dean shrugs. “Just making sure. It’s kinda my fault she died and then came back to life in a world she didn’t understand; least I can do is pick up the damn phone.”
Sam sighs. “Dean, she’s not gonna freak out if you don’t answer right away. Unclench, man.”
“Unclench?” Dean’s hands tighten on the wheel. “Fuck off, Sam, I’m fine!”
There’s a tense silence. Dean finally starts to think he’s given up this stupid argument, but then Sam shifts in his seat. “She’s not Dad, Dean. She’s gonna come back.”
Dean bites the inside of his cheek. “Never said she was. And Dad always came back.”
“Dean-”
“Sam, just drop it, please-”
“I know how hard it is-”
Dean’s harsh laugh cuts the car into silence again. Sam’s got that kicked puppy look on his face, Dean knows it, and he forces his shoulder to relax before talking. “Look, Sammy, I appreciate it and all but- you have no fucking clue what it’s like for your parent to just fucking… ignore you.”
“I grew up with Dad too, Dean. Hell, he lied to me until I was like 6, he ran out on both of us all the time; I never knew where he was, he never told me where he was going-”
“Yeah, well, he always picked up the phone for you, didn’t he?” Dean lets out a harsh breath and changes lanes just for something to do with his hands.
“He’d stay out for weeks no matter how much I called-”
“Yeah, but he answered. He answered when you called, when you texted, to tell you when he’d be home or to tell you to fuck off and stop calling, but he’d answer.” Dean wipes at his eyebrow. He doesn’t care about this shit. He doesn’t fucking care. “Dad called me when he wanted to talk to me,” then Dean corrects himself “-when he wanted to tell me something. So excuse me… if I get a little antsy. But you- you don’t get it at all.” Dad and Mom, they both left him. Both ditched him as soon as they could and never looked back. Not until they needed him to hunt something. And he got it, he did. But just because he understood didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed. And just because he was pissed didn’t mean he didn’t want them to call. Expect them or hope them to text, just to check in. Something more than coordinates and a link to a news article.
He wants someone to care about him. And fuck if that isn’t the saddest thing anybody’s ever heard.
“Dean…”
It’s been a full five minutes, and Dean’s been waiting for Sam to bring it back up again, to not let this stupid thing go. “What?” he says sullenly.
Sam holds the phone up so Dean can see the screen without taking his eyes totally off the road. It’s a video, and he sees Cas awkwardly holding the camera away from him, two heads of blonde hair behind him. Sam taps the play arrow.
“Hello, Dean.” Jack waves behind him with his usual energy, and Cas looks incredibly fond. “I’m here with Jack and your mother-”
“Mary,” Mary corrects. She crosses her arms uncomfortably, but her expression is soft.
“Mary.” Cas repeats. “I decided to invite her to come by before you and Sam got back- that is, if you’re still coming back today. Sam has been telling me that you’re not going as fast as usual, and while I do appreciate you finally gaining some self-preservation-”
Dean rolls his eyes at the smiling jab.
“- I do hope you’ll get back tonight. Mary has requested we order pizza and chicken wings, and I got the kind you like- the Mango Habenero, but-”
“No promises they’ll be here tomorrow!” Mary calls out jokingly. Sam’s grinning behind the phone now.
“Hurry home! I miss you!” Jack adds sincerely.
The camera turns back toward Cas fully for a moment, and he holds it way too close to his face. “Yes. I- We- just stay safe. And stop worrying. And iHop is superior to Waffle House.”
There’s a rustling noise and then the video cuts off. Sam is grinning smugly from the passenger seat. Dean raises his eyebrows. “So you’ve been updating Cas about me?”
Sam shrugs. “We snapchat.”
“You what?”
“I send him pictures of you when you’re looking really constipated.” Sam clarifies unhelpfully. “Cas and I like to think up reasons for why you’re mad this time- avocado toast, streaks on the windshield when you try to wipe it at the gas station, that one piece of hair that does the weird-”
“Okay, okay, I get it!” Dean snaps. “Wait, what about my hair?”
Sam laughs. “Just drive, Dean. For the wings.”
Dean frowns and pushes Baby faster. Well… now he doesn’t have to stop so much.
He makes Sam pee in a bottle next time he has to go.
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Temporary Home: Chapter 2
Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)
Summary: Hosting the Guardians of the Galaxy proves to be... interesting. (Read: Difficult) Maybe it'd be easier if Rocket wasn't such an ass...
Part 1 here | Part 3 here
Author’s Note: Dropped hints of Reader's tragic backstory. Feel free to make guesses if you want lol (Also let me know if you like when I write Reader as a mystery. I've done it before and people seemed to like it, but if you feel stories like this are better as an OC, let me know that too) Also I can tell you guys right now this will end up being at least 6 chapters already.
Word Count: 6,217
You awoke to the feeling of your lover's arms wrapped around your waist, and you smile, sleepily snuggling backwards into the touch.
You are about to whisper their name, tell them good morning, but then you remember... it can't possibly be them.
Your eyes snap open.
Who the fuck is in your bed!?
With a startled scream you twist around and kick, realizing only once your assailant is on the floor that it was Mantis, who had also let out a startled cry at being flung off the bed.
"Mantis? What the hell are you doing?!" you cry, hand on your chest as you sit on your knees on the bed looking down at her on the floor.
Mantis looks at you with wide eyes. "I'm sorry! The storm kept making the loud noises and I was scared and-"
Your door flings open. Peter and Drax tumble in asking what's wrong, where's the danger?
Waving them off you say irritably, "Nothing. It's nothing. Just wasn't expecting to wake up to Mantis in my bed."
Peter lightly chuckles, almost nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess we should have told you she can be a cuddler, huh?"
You throw a look at him and Drax. "You think?" You then shield your eyes. "Dude! Put some pants on or something!"
And that's how you also unfortunately learned that Drax sleeps in the nude.
***
Breakfast went more or less smoothly. You had to find a straw for Groot so he could drink out of a cup, and someone spilled their drink all over the floor, and Rocket made one or two more complaints about the indignity of needing to sleep in a crib, but all-in-all it went fairly smoothly.
Well, if you didn't count Rocket snapping at Kraglin's arm for accidentally resting his elbow on his tail. That was also how the drink got spilled, by the way. You just gave them an unamused glance at threw a towel at them from the counter on your way to grab an apple. They got the message.
Ok, so it wasn't totally smooth, but it definitely could have been worse. Maybe.
When you were finished your breakfast you got up to do the dishes you had meant to wash the previous night, this time being sure not to burn your hands off. Rocket hopped on the counter to drop his bowl in while you were washing, promptly scampering off without so much as a please or thank you, which slightly annoyed you, and you turned to side eye him as he hopped off the counter, but you let it slide for then.
It apparently also annoyed Peter too as you heard him say in a hushed irritated whisper, "Rocket!" only to be responded with Rocket whispering back "What? She was already doing them!"
You pretended you couldn't hear them.
After you finished the dishes and wiped up the counter you went upstairs, having had an idea that might prevent another incident like this morning from happening.
You made your way into your room and closed the door behind you before heading to your desk to retrieve the key to the attic from the top drawer.
This would prove pointless, however, as you'd soon find that not only had Fury's team not bothered to lock it back up when they finished, they hadn't even properly latched it. You sigh in annoyance, but push on to the attic anyway.
You come to the landing and take in the space you hadn't visited in some time. Boxes stacked neatly around the rafted walls leaving plenty space to walk. Light peaked through the small windows at either end of the rectangular space.
You located the box you came for on the furthermost corner of the attic, the stretch of floor that rested above the ceiling of the room Drax now stayed in. You open the box, and pull out a stuffed bear, looking at it with a mix of longing and sadness, remembering who owned it past. Shaking the memories away, you thought to open another box next to it, pulling from it a small wooden toy car. It wasn't fancy, little more than a carved block of red-painted wood with some windows bored-in and some black stained wooden wheels, but you still thought it'd be a nice gesture- you mean, you thought it'd keep the kid busy... You doubted they had brought many toys with them to keep him occupied.
And after all, how much could these items really serve you by staying up in the attic til the end of time?
A teddy bear for Mantis, and a toy car for the little wooden child to play with.
After a moment of being stuck in the memories the objects brought, you close the boxes back up and leave the attic with the toys, locking the door after you made it back into the bedroom. You placed the bear on Mantis's pillow, and went to return the key to the drawer.
Before heading downstairs you decided you would leave the toy in the room Groot was staying in, rather than give it to the child directly. You weren't good with sentiment, and he'd find it soon enough anyway. Less awkward this way.
The door was open so you stepped just inside. A wood framed double bed rested in the left corner, the crib that Rocket seemed so unhappy with rested in the right. The twisting in your stomach came back, and you set the toy to the right of the doorframe on the floor, eager to leave the room. Too many memories, none of which you wanted.
You wanted to clear your head, so you decided you'd have a tend to your garden, make sure the storm hadn't torn anything asunder, and you were sure that it could use a good weeding anyway. You could also stand a little time alone, too. You weren't used to having people around the house anymore, let alone eight of them having been sprung on you overnight. Questionable judgement on your part, volunteering for this was, you were sure. Then you remembered this was all part of Fury's plan anyway, so you supposed the choice wasn't even really yours, so maybe you weren't entirely to blame.
You had just sat down on the hall bench to lace your boots when you noticed Mantis and Gamora coming out of the sitting room, Mantis looking uncomfortable and Gamora irritated as they made their way past you and to the end of the hall.
Gamora knocked on the bathroom door roughly and in a loud but firm voice said, "Rocket! Hurry up, Mantis has to go and she says you've been in there forever."
"I have not!" came Rocket's reply, "And why doesn't she use the one upstairs?"
"Drax is taking a shower." Gamora answered irritably.
"So?" came Rocket's incredulous reply.
"Rocket." Gamora said warningly.
"If she can't pee just 'cause someone's showering then she can hold it," came the response from behind the door.
Mantis made a small unhappy noise and shifted uncomfortably, prompting Gamora to smack the door once more. "Rocket!" she said more forcefully, her tone having switched fully from irritated to angry.
You narrowed your eyes as you tied. Clearly the raccoon was going to be a problem.
"Ok! Ok! Jeez!" Rocket said in frustration, opening the door and walking out, Mantis quickly entering once he had cleared the doorway.
Gamora just huffed at him in annoyance and began to walk back towards the sitting room.
Having just finished tying your boots you pulled your jeans over them and straightened up, eyes still narrowed at Rocket, which he noticed.
"What?"
"Don't do that again." you say flatly, reaching over to grab your earbuds from the hall table. "You keep being an asshole and we're gonna have a problem."
Rocket looked at you defiantly, arms crossed, clearly irritated that you were telling him what to do. "What you gonna do about it?"
Still in the hallway, Gamora turned to glare at him.
Yondu exited the kitchen from the door further up the hall, saw Gamora glaring and turned to see you and Rocket looking like you were about to have a standoff. He had half-heard the conversation from the kitchen, but stood there with an eyebrow raised, curious to see how'd this would turn out.
You looked at Rocket calmly as you put one earbud in. "Fuck around and find out." was your only answer as you inserted your other earbud and turned into the kitchen via the other door at the end opposite of Yondu, making your way towards the back door.
Yondu chuckled and Gamora rolled her eyes as Rocket flipped you the bird behind your back and angrily stormed past them to the sitting room.
***
Yondu found Peter in the sitting room looking among the many bookshelves along the back and sides of the back half of the room.
"Ya reckon you can still read Terran, boy?"
Peter looked at him, ignoring that 'Terran' wasn't a language, and said in a slightly offended tone, "Of course!" before quietly adding, "The translator helps too..." under his breath as he turned back to examining the books.
Kraglin laughed from his place on the sofa. "Didn't know Quill could read at all, Cap'n."
Peter shot him a glare even though he knew Kraglin wouldn't be able to see it and Rocket, who was also sitting on the couch to keep an eye on Groot, said, "Why you still call him captain? Did you forget about a little thing called a mutiny? Pretty sure you were there..."
Gamora and Peter both snapped at him, Gamora hissing "Rocket!" and Peter scolding, "Not cool, dude!"
Yondu eyed him. "Ya know I can still run my arrow through you, right, Rat?" He leaned against a bookshelf. "Yer lucky it'd be mighty rude to get yer blood all over the floor of our host."
Rocket mock held his hands up, "Alright, alright, soRRy. Didn't know the wound was still fresh. Lighten up."
This only earned him a few eye-rolls before Peter returned his gaze to the bookcases. "There's so many." he said. He picked up a white book that said "Atlas of Human Anatomy" and flipped though the pages. "Whoa." he said flipping the book around to show Yondu the pictures.
"Yeah, that's what yer insides look like, boy."
Gamora approached and Peter handed her the book while he took another one from a shelf higher up. Gamora looked that the pictures and said, "Hm. You only have one liver. Explains why you're such a lightweight."
This earned chuckles from the others and Peter said, "I'm gonna ignore that. Look at this one." He was holding a book of fairytales. "I should tell you some of these stories sometime," he said, looking at the list of titles. "I remember my mom telling me at least half of these."
Yondu decided he might as well glance over the books as well, seeing as he didn't exactly have much better to do. He peered over the titles; Herbal Medicine- might be good to know... Grim Tales of Horror- Heh, maybe he could scare Quill with it... Wound Treatment- definitely good to know... Archery Fundamentals- he might actually look at that one later, just to see how the Terrans do it... What to Expect When You're Expecting- weird title, wonder what that's about?
Before he could pick up the book to examine it Kraglin spoke up. "Hey Pete, is it normal for Terran houses to be this... empty?"
"What do you mean?" asked Mantis, having just walked in to rejoin the group. "It doesn't appear to be empty?" She glanced around at the furniture in confusion.
"No, I don't mean that. I mean- Like there's no photos? Don't most people keep photos of their families and stuff out? Little knick-knacks? Personal effects?"
Peter looked around. "You're right. Well- at least that's how I remember it. My grandparents did, so did all my relatives." It finally hit him how there seemed to be none of that in your house. "I guess it is weird."
Yondu had noticed too the first night they arrived. Not a single photo adorned the walls or shelves. Not in the sitting room, not in the hall or kitchen either. A few plants sat here and there, but other than that, there was almost no personality. It did feel empty, for lack of better word.
Rocket spoke up, suggesting that maybe you just "didn't feed into all that sentimental crap."
The others shrugged. Maybe he was right.
However, Yondu felt there might be something to the emptiness. He felt something was a little off, although he kept it to himself. It was likely nothing a little watchful eye wouldn't suss out. He had already been watching you, trying to get a read on his new host. It was strange to him that you would live in a place this big by yourself, and it didn't help matters that you hadn't seemed willing to answer that question when he asked. Sure, it was none of his business really, but still odd.
***
Mantis came outside just as you were about finished weeding. She stopped to admire the growing cabbages and asked a few questions about the various other vegetables and you removed an ear bud to give her answers, albeit short ones. Soon enough she got distracted by a small white butterfly and wondered off to chase it. "Don't go into the forest!" you call after her. "Don't want you getting lost!"
She hollered back an "Ok!" and you turned back to finish pulling the last of the weeds.
Once you were finished you dusted yourself off and decided to head inside for some water. You had only gotten a few feet inside when you could hear the sound of Mantis screaming, and it was getting closer. You turned around just in time for her to run through the door and into you.
Alarmed, you check her over. You instinctually grab onto her hands, then her shoulders, and finally cupping her face as you looked up and down for any injury as you say, "What?! What's wrong?!"
Mantis sniffed. "I saw this cloud of tiny black things, I thought it looked interesting, so I reached to touch it, and they started biting."
You let out a breath. Midges. She had only reached into a cloud of midges. "Gah-! Don't scare me like that! I thought you'd been hurt!" you scold. Seeing her hurt expression you softened. "Let me see."
She showed you her hand and her upper arm. The rest of her arm had fortunately been spared by her long arm bands. "It itches."
"Yeah, just what I thought. Midge bites." Sure enough, little faint pink welts were already forming that you missed earlier in your shock. Normally the bites didn't appear so fast, but you assumed it must just be because whatever type of alien she was made her more sensitive to them. "You'll be fine. Come here." You led her to a drawer and pulled out a tube of gel that would help with the itching. You applied the gel for her. "Better?" you asked.
She nodded and you told her that if she needed the gel again she could find it in the same drawer, also telling her not to scratch the bites lest she make them worse before sending her off.
Once she left you sighed and finally got your water. As you drank you contemplated finding something else to keep you busy.
***
Yondu had been about to head upstairs when he heard a muffled sound of Mantis yelling before it was abruptly cut off with an "Oof!"
He walked to the doorway to see what was going on, telling himself he wasn't being nosy, he just... had nothing better to do what with being stuck here and all.
He watched as you checked Mantis over, as you scolded her for scaring you, and as you treated her bites, noticing that Mantis's "feelers," as he called them, glowed almost the whole time, though you didn't seem to notice yourself, being preoccupied.
He huffed a silent laugh through his nose. For you not being exactly happy with this arrangement, your actions now didn't exactly match your previous "I don't care, just don't annoy me." attitude. But maybe he was just reading it wrong. Maybe you were only worried because your boss wouldn't be happy if any of them got hurt while in your care.
When you sent Mantis off and he saw she was approaching the doorway he quickly backed out so as to not be seen spying.
"Hey, Bug." he said quietly once she was in the hall, making her jump.
Seeing it was only him, she relaxed and gave a friendly smile. "Yes?"
"Come here," he nodded toward the stairs. "Walk with me."
She obeyed and together they ascended the stairs.
"So, yer feelers there, they glow when yer doin' that 'reading peoples feelins' thing, right?"
Mantis nodded, smiling wide.
"Couldn't help but notice you two in the kitchen," he admitted, adding that he noticed she was doing her empath thing back there when you were fixing her up, and asked what kind of reading she got off you. Just out of curiosity, of course...
Mantis pondered and said, "It felt... maternal? Almost? It was quite nice to feel. It was almost like being hugged."
"Huh..." is all he managed to respond. Maybe Mantis was mistaking your real emotion for something else? It didn't quite fit with 'grumpy reclusive agent who got tricked into taking in a group of dysfunctional people.'
He then asked her if you knew she could 'do that', meaning read someone empathically. He wondered if it would be possible for Terrans to fake an emotion well enough to fool an empath. He highly doubted it, but who was really to say?
Mantis shook her head. She said she hadn't thought to bring it up, and asked him if she should tell you right now, wondering if she had been rude by not saying something.
He responded by telling her not to tell you yet.
"Why? Mantis asked.
"Oh, because it'll be real funny later, trust me." he said. It wasn't the real reason, but he knew that she was more likely to keep a secret if he told her that. She liked to make people laugh.
"Oh! Like a practical joke!" she giggled.
"Uh, sure. Like that." Yondu smiled. "You can run along now, Bug."
Mantis trotted down the stairs while Yondu pondered over the odd puzzle pieces of his host.
***
You spent most of the day feeling antsy. You had always made it a point to keep yourself busy with your work, either for Fury or with work on your home, and knowing that you were essentially retired for the foreseeable future made you anxious.
It was when Peter came outside for some fresh air that he found you pacing along the back of the house, seemingly making an effort not to go past the windows.
"You're gonna wear a hole in the ground." he joked.
You only looked at him and sighed, but continued pacing.
Sensing you were agitated about something he tried to break the ice. "Wanna talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about." you reply.
"Right. So you're just pacing for no reason. I'm sure it has nothing to do with any recent changes or anything." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door with a knowing grin.
"Look- Just... I'm just not used to this," you admitted. "I'm not used to people being here, I'm not used to not working on a case..." you continued to pace.
"Well," Peter pondered, "What would you be doing if we weren't here? What would you do on a normal day off."
"I'd be working on the electrical, but Fury just had to take that away from me." you say with a toss of your hand towards the house.
"Oh." Peter said. He couldn't help you there. "Well, what would you normally do to relax?"
You stopped. "What?" You shook your head, "I don't need to relax, I just need to find something to do." You began pacing again.
Peter gave you a strange look. He remembered what he heard Fury say the previous night about you not having taken a vacation in five years. "You really don't know how to relax, do you?"
You then stop pacing in front of him, as if trying to prove him wrong. "I could if I wanted." you say defiantly.
"Sure ya can." He grinned back at you.
He was trying to bait you. You rolled your eyes and waved him off. "What do you know." You start to pace again but then stop to look at him again. "You, um, ever had Earth food before?"
Peter smiles. "Well I lived here until I was eight, so yeah. I've had it before."
You widen your eyes slightly in surprise. "So you're from Earth?- I didn't realize. I just thought you were all from space."
"Nope."
"And the other guy- Kraglin?"
"Nah, He looks Terran, but he's from Xandar. It's just me."
"Oh," you say, the wonder of how he had come about living in space being brushed aside by your need to be busy, "Well have any of the others tried Earth food before? 'Cause I could maybe cook something tonight... you know, to pass the time." You were already mentally preparing the ingredients in your head. You already knew you had potatoes in the cellar, and some meat and a bag of mixed frozen veggies in the freezer. You were almost certain you didn't have any lamb, but you could substitute ground beef and make shepherd's pie like your grandmother used to make.
"I could ask, but I'm sure they'd be willing. They're not exactly the type of bunch to turn down free food." he laughed.
"Nah, don't bother. If they eat it, they eat it. If they don't, they don't. I don't care," you say, not meeting his eyes as you shoo him from the door so you could enter the house. "Not like it's gonna be a regular thing, ya know. Just doing it 'cause I'm bored."
"Right. Of course." Peter said, smiling as he followed you inside. If living with Yondu and later Rocket had taught him anything, it was how to tell if someone was putting up a shell, and you definitely were. He then made it his mission to chip it away. Who knew how long they'd be stuck there? Might as well attempt to make friends with you in the meantime.
You pulled out a skillet and let it heat up with some oil before grabbing some ground beef from the freezer.
"Need any help?" Peter asked.
"Nope. Go play." you say absentmindedly, setting the package on the counter.
Peter chuckled. "Go play?"
You shook your head. "Eh- You know what I meant. Shoo. I'll call you when it's finished."
"Maybe another time then." he said, slightly disappointed you were kicking him out of the kitchen as he wanted to try and get to know you a little, but he didn't show it.
"Yeah, maybe." you reply, already heading to the cellar with a bowl to grab some potatoes.
***
Peter mentioned that you were cooking to the others when he joined them in the sitting room, mostly to tell them that even if they (Rocket) didn't end up liking this Terran food, to still try and be nice. He said that while you acted like you didn't care if they ate it or not, he didn't want anyone (Rocket) being rude because he could tell you were having a rough time adjusting to everything.
Rocket rolled his eyes but everyone seemed to more or less agree with Peter to be nice and went back to what they were doing.
It didn't take long for the smell to start wafting from the kitchen, prompting Kraglin to say that whatever you were making, it at least smelled good.
Groot nodded then looked at Rocket. "I am Groot."
"I don't want to play tag." said Rocket.
Groot made puppy dog eyes at Rocket. "I am Groot."
"It won't hurt ya to play with the kid for a little bit, boy." said Yondu, polishing his arrow at the the table on the other end of the room by the bookcases.
"You do it then!" Rocket complained.
"I'm too old to be doing that kid stuff, boy. 'Sides, yer more Twig's size." he chuckled, never looking up from his task.
"I am Groot." Groot said sadly, really laying it on thick. Peter and Gamora hid smiles behind their hands as they pretended to be focused on the movie playing on the TV screen, Kraglin finally having figured out how the Netflix worked.
Rocket rolled his eyes. "Alright! Fine! I'll play the stupid game." he relented, muttering under his breath that he shouldn't have ever taught him that game.
Groot shot up in glee and tagged him on the knee before taking off towards Yondu, making a hard left about a meter from the table and causing Rocket to slide on the wooden floor into the table leg. Yondu laughed so hard he nearly dropped his arrow and Rocket glared at him before declaring that Groot was "Really in for it now!" and making chase, following the tiny tree child out into the hall and up the stairs.
***
You listened to the sound of giggles and little feet running upstairs, then down the stairs, getting louder and softer depending where the little feet happened to run and you smiled. You missed that sound... You shook yourself out of the memory before it could play in your mind, refusing to let yourself get sentimental over a sound.
You had just put the mix of meat and veggies into a glass pan and turned away from the stove to start mashing your drained potatoes when a flash of brown and orange zoomed past your feet and nearly made you lose your balance.
"Hey Hey! No running in the kitchen! Take it outside!" you cry out, grateful you hadn't been carrying anything. "Shouldn't need to tell you that, I'm not your mother." You shoot them a warning look as you continued over to the counter.
Then you hear Rocket say, "Good thing! You'd probably be terrible at it!"
You swallow and clenched your jaw, looking down at the bowl of potatoes. "Get out of the kitchen," you say firmly, not looking towards him.
Rocket raised an eyebrow, having expected more of a fight than just being told calmly to leave, but he did so anyway when Groot tugged on his the leg of his outfit.
***
Peter and Gamora's head snapped toward the kitchen when they heard you scolding the boys, and their eyes narrowed a bit when they heard Rocket's response, but like him they of course hadn't realized the weight of his words. They only knew that there was no reason for him to say that other than him just wanting to be a dick.
When Rocket walked back into the sitting room Kraglin was the one who scolded him this time. "Do you really need to be such an ass to everyone you meet?"
This was followed by Gamora scolding him and saying that you didn't have to let them stay here, and that maybe he should try not to be so mean to the person willing to let them stay in their home.
Rocket looked to Drax, and then Yondu, to back him up, but he received nothing, so he settled for grumbling and climbing on top of the back of the couch to sulk.
***
An hour later Peter walked back into the kitchen to get some water and saw you putting plates out.
"Food's done, if you want to get the others." you say gruffly, putting down the last of the plates.
Your table wasn't quite big enough to fit everyone, being only a six seater, but you figured the kid and the asshole raccoon could eat up on the counter until a better solution could be found.
The other's filed in as you put the pan of food on a towel in the middle of the table. You look up. "Food's there." You then point to the spatula, "Here's something to serve it. Help yourselves." you say, adding that Groot and Rocket could eat on the counter since the table wasn't big enough before starting to walk toward the other door as the others sat down.
"You're not eating with us?" asked Mantis, seeming a little disappointed.
You kept walking. "Not hungry."
Yondu narrowed his eyes and spoke. "Should we assume it's poisoned then?"
This make you turn back. "Why the hell would I poison it?" you ask angrily.
Yondu stayed cool, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up as he said, "Well you went to the trouble to cook, but you're not eating it. Seems mighty suspicious to me."
Drax and Kraglin exchanged confused glances. Neither of them understood why Yondu was accusing you of trying to kill them.
Yondu didn't really think you had poisoned the food, he was doing one of the things he did best. Playing a con. He was as sure as he was blue that your lack of appetite was a direct cause of Rocket being an absolute shit, and he'd be damned if someone was going to offer their home and cook for his group and then not join to eat it because the rat hurt their feelings. He may have been a space pirate, but he still knew a thing or two about good form, and that wasn't it.
"First off, it wasn't trouble. Only did it because I got bored. I couldn't care less if you eat it or not," you said with a roll of your eyes, trying to keep your tone even despite the insult.
"I think you'd care if I said I'm not gonna let anyone else eat it either until you sit down and prove to me it's not poisoned by eating with us."
Your nostrils flare. "You can't be serious."
"Oh I am. What's it gonna be? Ya really gonna let me make Twig and Bug here go hungry?" He grinned a wide smug grin and received a confused look from Peter who was wondering why he was acting like this. Gamora shot Peter a look as if to ask the same question, but he just shrugged and shook his head to let her know he was just as confused as she was. Mantis and Groot just looked at Yondu like he was nuts.
You seethed but approached the cabinet to pull down a plate for yourself. "You're a real peice of work. Come into my house and accuse me of poisoning you lot-"
"Yeah, yeah. Just eat it." Yondu snarked.
You refused to eat until everyone else was served, but did finally relent to take the first bite to satisfy the blue man's irritating request.
Seemingly satisfied, Yondu gave the clear for everyone else to eat, and despite the awkward and rocky start, the rest of supper actually went more smoothly than breakfast had. You didn't speak much, but everyone else seemed to like the meal well enough.
When everyone had finished Peter insisted that he and Yondu stay behind to do the the dishes for you, saying it'd be rude to make you both cook and clean up. You didn't argue, wanting to put distance between you and them anyway. You stated that you were going to go take a shower, convinced that the new boiler Fury imposed upon you could handle both water uses at once.
Once Peter was sure you were gone he turned to Yondu. "What the hell was that? What happened to agreeing to be nice?"
"I was nice." Yondu said flippantly.
Gamora scolded him, saying that accusing you of poisoning them wasn't "nice."
He only shrugged, handing a plate to Peter and stating that it got you to eat, so he didn't care.
This, of course, earned looks of bewilderment from the rest of the team. He continued, "It would've been bad form to let our host cook and then not eat any of it, boy. Thought I'd have taught ya better than that."
Peter frowned. "No, you taught me to fight and steal things."
Yondu gave him a look but didn't get a chance to reply before Rocket hopped down from the counter saying, "Who cares if she didn't want supper? She's an adult."
Yondu then turned his full attention to Rocket, saying that he knew it was his fault you hadn't wanted to eat in the first place.
"Me?! What did I do?" Rocket scoffed, majorly offended by the accusation.
Drax answered, "You've been rude since we got here. You complain about everything, and you insulted our host just for telling you not to run through the kitchen."
Rocket rolled his eyes. "Really?" He looked defiantly up at Drax, "You honestly think me saying she'd make a terrible mother hurt her widdle feelings? Look around! She doesn't even have kids!"
Tired of hearing him, Yondu said, "If yer not gonna be helpful, Rat, go find somewhere else to be."
"Fine. Bye, losers." was Rocket's reply as he collected Groot and departed for their room.
***
After your shower you stayed in your room for the rest of the evening, scrolling through tumblr on your phone to pass the time.
Eventually Mantis comes up to get ready for bed, and she spots the teddy bear you left on her pillow. "What's this?" she asks, picking it up.
"Teddy Bear. You sleep with it. Figured you could, you know, cuddle that instead when you get scared at night."
Mantis's eyes grow wide, and her waterline wet. Her bottom lip quivers as she says, "You- You gave me a gift?"
Really hoping she wasn't about to cry you say, "If you want to call it that, I guess..."
Mantis practically attacks you with a hug and an excited squeal. "Thank you! Thank you! I love it!"
You all but fall backward on the bed from her hug attack. "Uh- Glad you like it." you manage, patting her on the back before gently persuading her to let go.
She straightened up and hugged the bear tightly to her chest with a big smile before setting it back on her pillow so she could get ready for bed. Before she left, however, she came back to you and grabbed your hands, saying again how much she loved the bear, and you honestly started to wonder if she had never been given a gift in her life.
You noticed the little antennae on her head were now glowing, and you then wondered if that was happening because she was happy as you felt an unexpected, though not unwelcome, feeling of peace and happiness wash over you.
You smile, finding her whole display endearing as she giggled and released your hands before finally leaving the room.
By the time she came back about 15 minutes later, the feeling had already worn off, replaced by your previous melancholy. You heard Mantis returning and you pretended to be asleep just in case she would have tried to hug attack you again.
Once her breath deepened and you thought she was asleep you sat up. Maybe a walk would make you feel better.
You quietly pull on some jeans and made your way out of the bedroom into the dark landing, taking a moment to notice a thin line of light under the door of the room Yondu and Kraglin were sharing.
You didn't turn on the light before descending the stairs. You knew this house like the back of your hand, even in the dark, and you quietly made your way down so as to not disturb any sleepers.
You make your way into the hall to grab your boots and ear buds before cutting through the kitchen and opening the back door. Putting in your ear buds and finding some music reflective of your mood, you set out into the cool night air.
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Yondu and Kraglin stayed up a bit later in their room, just talking about nothing of much importance. How Rocket was being a dick, how it was mostly his fault they had to go into hiding, and wondering how long it might be until they could all come out of hiding.
Yondu's bed was pushed against the window, his and Kraglin's beds much in a similar arrangement to yours and Mantis's.
Movement outside caught his eye.
"What is it?" Kraglin asked, noticing how Yondu's attention had turned to the window and he had gone quiet.
Yondu turned to him, a look of puzzlement painting his face, and he told him it looked like you were walking out into the forest.
Kraglin raised an eyebrow. "What would she be doing that for?"
Yondu shook his head to indicate his lack of explanation.
"Should we investigate?"
Yondu thought for a moment before deciding they wouldn't follow you. Not yet.
But he'd be keeping an eye on you.
#gotg#guardians of the galaxy#x reader#gotg fanfiction#mantis#yondu udonta#peter quill#rocket raccoon#kraglin obfonteri#drax the destroyer#groot#roommates
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Hat Trick
in which Johnny Cage is... himself. Featuring the Shaolin Rowdy Boys. Formatting is for losers.
faraday cage implied, shaolin rowdy boys too obviously.
Prevented timeline
“Yeah, yeah, your hat’s cool an’ all, but honestly, Raiden’s got you beat,” declared Johnny Cage, wrapping a towel around broad shoulders, mopping the sweat off his brow. Kung Lao shook his head and clicked his tongue.
“Lord Raiden’s hat is not a weapon,” he said as Liu Kang walked into the SF locker room area. The Shaolin monks had been asked to come and provide special training for the new batch of recruits and they had just finished for the day.
“It does not need to be,” Liu Kang reminded his friend, sidling past Kung Lao to the locker he was borrowing. Sweat glistened upon his muscular back and Johnny made a conscious effort to keep his eyes on the man with whom he was conversing. If Lao noticed, he said nothing. He was not blind. Even well into their fifties, all three men were at the height of their strength, power, and if you asked Johnny—no one did; it was a bad move in general if one did not have time—looks.
Johnny shot Liu Kang a set of finger guns, brow cocked. “See? He’s got it. Dude shoots LIGHTNING!”
“Correction,” supplied the humbler of the two monks, his fist full of clean clothing, “Lord Raiden is lightning.”
Johnny waved this off as if to say “tomato-tomahto”.
“Anyway, what I really wanna know is how he keeps that lid on,” Johnny Cage continued, stripping his clothing off thoughtlessly and tossing it in the “dirty” bag. This, at least, he had learned—long ago, he had learned this, in fact, when Cassie was just a kid and she complained that his dirty things did not belong in the duffle bag with his clean things; something about cross contamination or “just plain gross” or something—and had held to for many years. What was once an unruly jerk, to put it mildly, had become a responsible father… mostly. He still had his idiosyncrasies.
“He is a god,” said Liu Kang, shrugging and moving past Kung Lao once more, opting to strip closer to the showers. Johnny, he knew, liked to strut. Neither of them begrudged him this, however, as it was his home territory.
“That’s a shitty explanation,” said Johnny, shooting Liu a look as the monk disappeared around the tiled corner to the showers. Lao and Johnny thought they heard a low chuckle before the shower started up and steam began to roll from that doorway.
“Do you have a better one?” Kung Lao asked, closing his temporary locker, fist also closed around his clothing. He too intended to disrobe elsewhere. Johnny by now was in compression shorts and nothing else. It was about to be nothing, period, as one thumb hooked over the elastic. The word “CAGE” was embroidered on the waistband and for half a moment, Kung Lao wondered who had put it there for him, like a child who forgets his clothing at a friend’s home. It then occurred to him that Johnny Cage was a very wealthy man and had clothing lines—multiple—with his name stamped all over them. Vanity, Kung Lao thought, making a face of disapproval.
“Yeah, I do—I’ll just ask ‘im.”
Kung Lao had heard and seen much when it came to Johnny Cage and his obvious interest in the god of thunder. He and Liu Kang had agreed to keep it between themselves, though if anyone could not see it, they were blind as Kenshi… though he had seen it as well—something about the man’s heartrate when the god was nearby. This, however, was for some reason right up there with the time he had heard Johnny Cage refer to Lord Raiden as “thunder tits” with no consequences.
“You cannot just—”
“PFFTH not with that attitude,” said Johnny and then shouted—his voice echoed violently in the tiled room and Kung Lao winced, “HEY—Raidude, you on this frequency or whatever? I got a question!”
Kung Lao, fully expecting nothing, jumped again as a muffled clap of thunder once more rent the now-steamy air. Whatever it was had occurred outside, naturally, but was loud enough to pull Liu Kang’s attention and he poked his dripping head around the corner, long hair draped about his shoulders, a quizzical look upon his face. “Was that…?”
It was.
Ducking slightly under the economized entrance of the locker room, the god of thunder entered without pomp, circumstance, or ceremony. “I have an answer, Johnny Cage, and I am grateful that you did not whistle this time. It is… abrasive.”
“Of course it is,” Kung Lao grunted under his breath. Raiden regarded him momentarily and the monk covered himself, though he was not nude. Liu Kang’s head stayed where it was, though he seemed to want to shrink back into the showers. His cheeks were red and it was not necessarily from the heat. In fact, of the three mortals, only Johnny Cage was not blushing.
“Hey, I said I wouldn’t, right? Anyway—whatever, I got a question… Your hat,” he said, gesturing toward it. “How’s it stay up there?”
Raiden touched the brim briefly and looked puzzled, brows knitting, as if he had never considered this. The two monks watched, wide-eyed. Johnny gestured.
“So, can I knock it off?” He figured he would at least ask this one. Sucker punching a god was both dangerous and difficult, even a friendly one.
“You may attempt.”
If Liu Kang’s sharp ears were not full of suds and deceiving him, he would have sworn upon the jinsei itself that Raiden’s voice contained a hint of genuine amusement. They watched as the god of thunder even dipped his head, ever-so-slightly, to make the blow easier. Like lightning, Johnny’s hand shot out and both monks remembered suddenly why he was a valuable ally. The hit was charged with just a little of what he called his shadow energy, to give a little more impact. The hat did not move.
“OW.”
“All right, all right… you’re not fuckin’ with me; I get it.” Johnny waved it off, as he waved much in his life off, until something about the hat caught his eye. “Hang on.”
Raiden straightened; this time, open amusement played across his face. Johnny held his wrist and anticipated a bruise, even with the shielding of his power. He watched as Raiden raised a hand to the ornate jingasa and lifted it effortlessly, bringing it downward for Johnny's inspection. All three sets of mortal eyes were upon it, as if anticipating something mystical to occur. Kung Lao was kicking himself for never considering asking the god about his clothing, but then… when had the occasion arisen for such a conversation? It had not in fact arisen just now, either. Johnny simply did not care. Sometimes, Lao envied him this.
With deliberate slowness, then, knowing how dangerous it was to get close to Raiden. Certain proximities were safe, but those were much more intimate than he was comfortable attempting with two other people in the immediate area—and he did not yet know this secret, anyway. He laid his hand on the hat and felt the buzz of electricity through it, from the god of thunder.
“Is this…?” His voice softened, such that Liu, with the shower on behind him, almost could not hear. He did, however, hear it and the tone in which it was delivered. Kung Lao was already edging toward the door to the showers and ended up buffeting his friend out of the way and back into those showers, to give the other two some space.
“Your gift? Yes.” The answer was simple, might almost have sounded casual or pat, if anything Raiden ever said could sound that way.
“Did you… put that thing on just ‘cause I called?”
“It is one of my most precious possessions, Johnny Cage; thus, I wear it frequently.” Raiden replaced the beautiful jingasa and straightened. “If I cannot further satisfy you, I have matters to which I must attend at the Sky Temple.”
Johnny could think of some serious, further satisfaction, but kept it locked away tight, in a deep, dark corner of his mind and heart and shook his head. “Hate t’see you go, big guy,” he said, once more shooting finger guns at something that should not be finger-gunned, “but I love watchin’ you leave.”
“Indeed.”
And with that, the god of thunder, Earthrealm’s protector, departed, first through the doorway of the locker room and then via a bolt of lightning. Johnny stood for several moments, hands on hips, before shucking his shorts and sauntering into the shower area only to see Liu Kang and Kung Lao, huddled close together, clearly whispering. The whispers echoed, but were also stifled by the water. He rolled his eyes and ignored them, wondering when they’d see what everyone else saw. Idiots, he thought, ah, but they’ll get to it eventually.
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Never Go Home Again, Pt. III || JJ Maybanks x Reader
Words: 2336
Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex / drugs / underage drinking
Pt. Warnings: Underage drinking / fighting / gun
Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads
Pt. Summary: Y/N is introduced to keggers and high speed boat chases in John B’s quest for treasure.
A/N: Okay so i’ve got like half of this series drafted, so updates shouldn’t be toooooooo slow. let me know if u wanna be tagged!!
Chapters linked in my masterlist.
“masterlist”
A kegger was both exactly what you thought it would be. It was full of booze, bad dancing and bad flirting, which was just about the only thing all teenagers had in common. You were laughing at something Pope was saying (some joke about dead bodies farting?) when Kiara interrupted you.
“What the hell is she doing here?” she nodded towards Sarah, who was sat on a tower, while Topper dried to persuade her to get down.
“Sarah?” you asked, thinking of how the two of you had been hanging out everyday until you met the pogues. “What’s wrong with Sarah?”
Before Kiara could respond, JJ shushed her, explaining that something had gone on between the two, and therefore never to ask in front of Kiara, earning him a middle finger.
You looked between the two girls, frustrated that your only two girl friends on the island hated each other. Kie wandered off, muttering about ‘pretentious kooks’, leaving JJ to ask you what was wrong.
“Sarah was my first friend here, we were hanging out like, every day until I met you guys. Just my luck that Kie hates her, right?” You sighed, leaning backwards onto him, and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “I get that y’all hate the kooks, I mean I don’t get on with rich people either, but Sarah was really nice to me, and she was fun. Why can’t her and Kie get on?”
JJ sighed, kissing your temple, “C’mon, let’s just go get wasted.”
You followed through with that plan. You and JJ must have had three blunts between you, and way too much alcohol.
At some point, you left JJ’s side and ended up sitting down with Kie, talking about him.
“What the hell is going on with you and JJ?”
“Nothing.”
“C’mon Y/N, you know that’s bullshit.”
“Look, Jay stays at my house every few days, and we’re close, that’s it.”
“Jay? He never lets anyone call him Jay. Y/N, the only reason he stays at John B’s is because they’ve been friends since 3rd Grade. He doesn’t sleep around people’s houses or invite them out with us unless he’s fully invested in the relationship, and that takes a lot with him. You can’t pretend there’s nothing there!”
“Okay…” you sighed, “yeah like, he keeps on pulling shit, and, like, making me think he likes me, but he hasn’t kissed me or anything! I mean, how do I take that?”
“He’s scared of fucking up. Look, he’s been through shit, him and his dad don’t get on, and he’s seen so many broken relationships, he wants to get it right with you.”
“Ya think?” you smiled to yourself.
“Hell yeah!” she laughed, “He’s batshit crazy over you!”
You grinned. “I don’t know man, and my dad’s like super anti-boys right now, and I’m scared this is all gonna go to shit, you know? Like, I got shit goin’ on at home,” she nodded, “like, my dad’s job is barely paying the bills and we gotta pay moving fees and shit as well, I’m gonna have to find a job so we don’t go under.”
“Hey, my dad’s always short on waiters at the Wreck, I’ll ask him to add you to the rotor.”
“Kie, you’re a lifesaver!”
You hadn’t been paying attention to your surroundings, and it was only when a crowd started gathering that you got up to investigate, pulling Kie with you.
You fought your way to JJ’s side, watching as Topper dunked John B under the waves. You went to intervene, but JJ pulled you back, muttering something like “I got this.”
Next thing you knew, there was a gun to Topper’s head.
People were screaming, JJ was saying something to Topper, but all you could focus on was how much of an impulsive idiot that boy was. You felt numb, only reacting properly when he fired shots into the air. One, two.
You pulled the gun off him, not caring where it landed, and pounded into his chest, screaming at him for being an idiot, for being impulsive, for not thinking. He started to argue, but seeing the tears streaming down your face and how worked up you were, he pulled you in, cradling your head and shushing you, murmuring apology after apology. You stood there, consumed in his scent, as he held you.
At some point, when the beach was near empty, he pulled away, and you walked slowly, hand in hand, until you reached your house. “Wanna stay over?” you offered. He nodded, quiet, almost in shock, about what he’d done. You unlocked the door, pulled off your shoes, and crept up the stairs.
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“Does anybody know how to dive?” Kiara asked, looking around. “Anybody?”
“It’s kind of a kook sport.” JJ pointed out.
“I read about it.” offered Pope, and you shook your head, exasperated.
“Great,” you mocked, “Pope read about it, so someone’s gonna die.”
“Look you put the thing in your mouth and breathe,” JJ motioned, “how hard could it be?”
“Well if you come up too fast nitrogen gets in your blood and you get the bends.” Pope said.
“I watched some David Attenborough documentary in 5th Grade about fishers in, like, Malaysia getting the bends.” You added, “It was weird.”
“Bends,” JJ said, “Like bend over and-” he was giving you a full view of his ass.
“The bends kill you.” you clarified.
“Right.”
“I’ll dive.” you offered.
“Since when can you dive?” Kie asked.
“I don’t know, since I watched a documentary in 5th Grade?” you sighed.
“Y/N,” JJ shook his head, “You’re not diving.”
You glared at him, but didn’t fight.
“I’ll dive.” John B offered.
“I’m cool with that.” JJ shrugged.
Pope explained to John B where and when he needed to stop, so you pulled your top off and dived into the water to mark the spot.
Upon your entry, Kie asked “What was that about?”
“I don’t know,” JJ raised his eyebrows, “But I liked it. A lot.”
Kie smacked his leg, and he laughed, watching your entry spot.
“When you’re down there, you look for the cargo hold,” JJ held up the little stick, “You stick this thing inside and you twist and pull.”
“Stick in, twist, pull.” John B affirmed.
You surfaced, swimming back to the boat, the boys looking over as JJ helped you out of the water. “I tied my t-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down so you know where to stop.”
John B nodded, pulling the gear on and getting ready to dive. You watched as Kie kissed John B’s cheek before he went down, and you nudged her as she walked back. You gave her a questioning look and she shrugged, a bashful look adorning her.
“If you don’t ask, I won’t ask about you and JJ.” she bargained, and you watched as JJ’s head popped up at the sound of his name.
“There’s nothing to ask about.” you smirked. “Hey.” you nodded to the approaching boat, “Isn’t that the police? Let me do the talking.”
You walked to JJ and Pope, JJ wrapping his arm around your shoulders in an attempt to be chill. Pope tied the boats together.
“Evening, Officer.” You greeted, Time for a light flirt, just enough to make him like you.
“Do I know you?” Shoupe asked you.
“Nah,” you shook your head, crossing your arms so your boobs pushed together slightly. “Just moved from LA, two weeks ago.”
“Well how are you kids doing? You know the marsh is closed?”
“It is?” you asked, feigning innocence. Small bash of the eyelashes. “Why?”
“Conducting a search, a boat went down. See anything?”
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’, “We’ll let ya know if we do.”
“Where’s your friend that you always hang with? Is he here?”
“Working.” you explained, smiling happily up at him.
“I’m gonna check your little boat out.” he stood up.
“Sure,” you cleared the way, ignoring the way JJ was watching you interact with the officer.
He picked up a life jacket, “Y’all got another one of these?”
“‘Course,” you shrugged, “in the hold, Show ‘im.” you beckoned to JJ, who obliged, opening up the hold.
“A’ight.” Shoupe nodded, standing on the edge of the boat, looking down to where John B was due to appear. You all shared a glance. “A’ight.”
“We’ll let ya know if we see anythin’, Officer.” you smiled again. “And we’ll be on our way out soon, Sir.”
“Yes, you will.” the boat pulled away.
As soon as the boat was gone, you all leaned over the side.
“He’s definitely out of air.” Pope reminded you all.
As if summoned, he broke the surface, and the four of you made a collective sigh of relief.
“How’d it go down there?” JJ asked. “Find anything?”
“Did I find anything?” John B laughed, pulling out a duffel bag as he hoisted himself out.
“There we go!” JJ grinned, taking the bag, “that’s my boy!”
“You okay?” Kie asked.
“I ran out of air.” John B said. Pulling himself into the boat.
“Yeah the cops were up here but, uh, turns out Y/N knows how to lie pretty fuckin’ well.” Pope explained.
“Yeah, you kinda missed the show, brother.” JJ agreed, winking at you.
“Jeez, chill,” you rolled your eyes, “It’s just practice.” JJ raised an eyebrow.
“Hey guys,” Kie called, “Guys, bogey, two o’clock.”
You looked up, “Y’all recognise that boat?”
“Never seen it.” Kie looked back at you. “What are they doing back here? The marsh is closed.”
“I don’t know, but let’s not stick around to find out.” JJ reasoned.
“Should we wait on them?”
“No, we’re not gonna wait on them!”
JJ pulled in the anchor, yelling not to wait for him, and John B began to steer away, everyone talking at once.
“Are they coming for us?
“Maybe they’re fishing.”
“Go, go, go, go!”
“Into the marsh!”
“Let’s go!”
“I’m going, act natural.”
You watched as the boat followed you into the marsh.
“They’re following.” You pointed out. “JB, hurry the fuck up.”
“I am!” came the response.
The boat sped up. “Dude is that a fucking gun?” you shouted, and suddenly JJ was on top of you, pulling you down as a gunshot fired.
“Shit! John B, get down!”
“Oh my God we’re gonna die!”
You rolled out from under JJ, ignoring his efforts to grab you, taking a rope and net off Kie. You stood up, ignoring the shouts from your friends as you worked your way past John B to the sturn and threw the rope and net out, behind the boat, stopping the boat behind you. Breathing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, feeling JJ grab you, checking for blood before crushing you in a hug.
He didn’t break contact until you were on solid ground, standing around the bag, waiting for John B to open the bag.
“Can you please just open the bag?” Pope yelled.
“Jeez, Pope, that was a rare outburst of emotion.” JJ mocked.
“Okay, you guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” he groaned. “Just open the bag. We almost died over this.”
You all watched intently as John B pulled a bag from the bag, and then a waterproof container from that bag, and finally a compass from that. Disappointed, you stepped back.
“Oh wow,” You snarked, “Yup, that’s about right. Good job, everybody, we found a compass.” You noticed how John B kept staring at the compass, and sighed. “Dude, what? It’s not worth anything.”
“This was my father’s.” he murmured.
Now, perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t spent the last nine months dealing with the fact that John B’s father was missing, but you felt out of place amongst your friends’ reactions.
--
You settled into the sand, arm touching JJ’s, and feet thrown out below you.
“Something about hanging out with you and your friends seems to be getting me in trouble.” you sighed, not noticing the way he gazed at you, adoration painted onto his features.
“Blame JB.” he reasoned.
“You say that like you’re not the biggest trouble-maker in that group.” you giggle, and he smirked.
“Nah, I don’t know what you’re on about, man.” he smirked.
“Jay, did you just call me ‘man’?” you laughed.
“Maybe.” he looks at you again, watching you laugh. You roll your head to look at him, your nose millimetres away from his. In the dark, the only details he can make out are your out line and the glitter in your eyes, shining with glee.
You take each other in, basking in the moment, John B’s drama and your thoughts and fears dissipating, however momentarily. He reached up, slowly, and took a strand of hair, tucking it loosely behind your ear. He watches how your silhouette moves, and he can picture your blush. You blink, the shine of your eyes disappearing for a split second. He watches you turn your face back to the sky, pointing up.
“That’s Cassiopeia.” you point out the ‘W’ shape in the sky.
“I’ve heard of that.” JJ murmurs, feeling your body shake with laughter beside him.
“The vain queen.” you sighed. “She boasted of her beauty, and in his anger, the God Poseidon condemned her kingdom to attacks by, like, water nymphs or something? To end the attacks, she sacrificed her daughter, Andromeda, who was saved by the God Perseus. They married, and at their wedding, one of Andromeda’s suitors tried to claim her back, but was turned to stone by the head of Medusa, which Perseus used to kill the suitor. Cassiopeia and King Cepheus didn’t close their eyes, so in light of their death, they were made to hang in the sky.”
“How the hell do you know that?” JJ chuckled, and you laughed.
“I don’t even know.” you smiled. “And that’s the Big Dipper, or Ursa Major. And that one there is Orion.” You looked back at JJ, “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
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Damn, Kohga has clearly been fucked by A LOT of men (like damn, his ass doesn't even need prep) And Sooga is clearly possessive AS FUCK. Consider: Kohga tying down/ordering Sooga to sit still while Kohga jacks it/fingers himself, while telling Sooga FILTHY stories of his past dalliances until Sooga can't handle it anymore.
Ooooh this is a GOOD idea. Sooga maybe bottom, but he's a possessive bottom, and we STAN that energy.
Kohga was horny as SHIT. Nothing new in that sentence, but what was different was the fact that it was caused by Sooga's possessiveness. It started off innocently enough; Kohga wanting to spank his big, juicy ass. Simple enough. Then he got into it. Hard, fierce spanking across his ass. And what caused it? That classic territorial nature of all blade masters. Kohga so much as MENTIONED bringing one in, and he just slapped his ass six ways from sunday. Hell, he needed to sit on a pillow for a few days after that. He even recalled how Sooga apologized for that, but Kohga would have none of it. Sooga was an ANIMAL. He just had to take the beast out of the cage.
"But how…."
He asked himself, rolling over to his stomach. He sent Sooga out on some scavenger hunt (he did this whenever he needed Sooga out of the base for a while), and was left to his own devices. He needed time to think about just how he was gonna get a rise out of Sooga. Poking the beast, so to speak. He couldn’t bring another guy in to watch, they'd start beating the shit out of each other (though them fighting was ALWAYS hot). Sooga wouldn’t even let them be near their DOOR when they did it. It was ridiculous. Other guy's Kohga fucked was not this complicated. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He nearly bolted out of bed, completely astounded by his own brilliance.
"Kohga! You're not only a hunk, you're a GENIUS!"
Kohga knew just what to do.
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"Master Kohga, I have returned."
Kohga nearly bounced in place upon hearing his voice. He was SO ready for his pretty boy to come home. He opened his door, nearly yanking Sooga inside his room, and pulling him into a hug. Sooga sputtered in surprise, before chuckling and returning the affection.
"I was not expecting such a warm welcome for my arrival."
"Well, shame on you! Been waiting for you to come back! You like that mushy couple bullshit, so you'll love this!"
He looked up at Sooga, who cocked his head to the side.
"I do. But you don't."
"One, shut up. Two, I love YOU. So! We're gonna do something...interesting."
He pulled up a chair for Sooga (aka the good chair he got from Kingy), while he sat on his bed. Sooga was clearly not understanding what was happening, but he was going along with it, especially given Kohga’s excitement. He had drinks, snacks (mainly slices of nut cake and fruit), and even candles. It was sweet, honestly. Kohga patted his hand, clearly excited.
"So, Traysi recommends this for couples who are VERY serious about each other."
"The woman who runs the rumor mill? Should we be following-"
Kohga flicked his mask, huffing.
"We do not disrespect Traysi here. And yes, we're doing this. So you're ready?"
"If you are, absolutely."
"Good, you're going to go first. Now, tell me about EVERYONE you've been with before."
Sooga seemed confused by this. But, it was not only a command from Kohga, but Kohga actually and honestly trying to bond with him. Who could say no to that? Sooga thought about it for a moment.
"Let's see...when I was five, I married my neighbor's daughter. We had a mud cake and everything."
He chuckled. It wasn’t at all a serious answer, but it was just. So odd, recalling his past relationships, especially since they seemed so redundant now. He rubbed his chin a bit.
"Then there was Nabooru. I dated her when I was about fourteen. Lovely girl."
Kohga cocked his head to the side.
"You ACTUALLY dated girls?"
"In my teen years. When I was seventeen we broke up, started to date a stable boy. Shad. He was...a bit of a bookworm. I really liked him."
"What happened to you guys?"
Sooga hesitated, opening his mouth then closing it again.
"Father didn't....what I mean to say is...uhm, If I may skip, Master Kohga."
Oof, rough territory. Kohga waved his hand, letting him know to press on. Sooga shook the thought out of his head, happy to no longer be thinking about it.
"Then there were the occasional hookups. Nothing serious, a few men to share a bed with for the night. Chudly, Benja, and Vilia. Then it was you."
Kohga blinked. Wow. Could buy a piece of bread with that body count.
"That's...it? Only FIVE people? And one was a WOMAN? That’s ALL the people you’ve been with?!”
“Yes. Though, I wouldn’t fully include the first one, in all honesty.”
Sooga rubbed the back of his neck shyly, clearly a bit embarrassed from how little that seemed to be. Kohga just couldn’t fathom that. Five people, in his entire life. Sooga was a young stud, he could get plenty of his ass, just on his walk home. Kohga couldn’t fathom that. Sooga seemed to shrink a bit under his clearly bewildered look.
“Is that...too few?”
Kohga realized he was making Sooga feel self conscious. He was aiming for jealousy, not this. He raised his hands up a bit, shaking his head.
“No! No, any number is fine, even none. I’m just saying, I expected a LOT more. I mean, LOOK at you!”
Sooga chuckled, blushing like crazy underneath his mask like the cute guy he was.
“Well, thank you, Master Kohga. But no, I have not been with anyone else. Just those, and I haven’t missed one. You know, I can actually see the merit in this piece of advice. It feels good, getting that off my chest. Is it your turn?”
Kohga almost wanted to cuddle his big, dumb face. Thankfully, he was too horny to bail on his plans. Kohga nodded.
“It is, actually. BUT. I have one order to give you, got it?”
“I...suppose.”
“You have to stay put in that chair. No matter what. Understand?”
Sooga looked confused, but he nodded.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand. But, an order is an order. I will stay seated.”
“Good. Good.”
Kohga grabbed his box of fun stuff, placing it right next to him, then laid on his back. He hoisted one leg over the other, arms behind his head.
“Okay, get comfy. Now, the first guy I dated was when I was...seventeen or so? I wanted to date earlier, but dad said to wait. Anyway, he was a merchant that’d come by every once and while. He was SUPER cute, and honestly? Not too bad of a kisser. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only guy he was seeing, but...well, I couldn’t complain, he was super cute. Nice hair. Always dated guys with nice hair.”
Kohga remembered those early years. Back when he didn’t know shit. Back when kissing was new and exciting to him. Sooga looked confused.
“I thought you said no one but you and your father saw your face.”
“Oh no, I NEVER took this off. A wise man caught nude will cover his face, not his privates.”
That made Sooga chuckle.
“A rather clever, yet lewd saying. Please, do continue.”
“Gladly.”
Kohga twiddled with his fingers as he recalled. Is he supposed to go in order? Or just whatever crossed his mind? He thought about it, before he thought about it.
“Oooh, then there was another one of my boyfriends. He was going through like, this weird hair phase? His hair was red, he had it up, and he was just. Big. Big, buff, and honestly he was just. Stupid. Let me tell you, I could grab onto his arm, and he could lift me up with absolutely no issues. We didn’t last long though, he thought he was hot shit. He GENUINELY said ‘babe, you’re pretty, but I’m prettier’. Can you imagine that? Ugh. Dude fucked good though, he REALLY did. He’d get all hot and sweaty after his work outs, and then. Well, dude fucked good. Real good.”
Kohga stripped himself free of his pants, and held his finger up when Sooga clearly wanted to ask questions. He stripped himself free, before getting comfy again, just stroking at his thighs.
“I remember once, when he got back from his trip across seas, he ended up fucking me right in the bar. We got just, so drunk, and he couldn’t keep himself off of me. He railed me in front of all his men, the barkeep, and pretty much who seemed to be paying attention. I was a young thing back then, a thick dick was all it took. I remember, I tried to give him his beer after he came in me, and I just, dumped it all over his chest by accident. He was a good sport about it, all I had to do was clean him up. Only, I didn’t have a rag, so...I had to improvise. Licked that dude like a lollipop.”
Sooga not so gracefully, grabbed a bottle of his favorite oil, and used it to rub along his thighs, just for a bit of a show, before sticking two fingers into his ass. Been a while since he touched himself like this, much less in front of someone else, and it felt GOOD, watching his greedy eyes upon him.
“It wasn’t a long relationship, but it was a fun one. Let's see, who else was there...ooh, there was that one guy. Dad HATED him, and I think there was a huge appeal in that. He was in charge of fixing trains and stuff. Big, muscle guy. Cute scar, tattoos, big hands. He wasn’t as rebellious as the other guy. We lasted a bit longer, but not by much. Super sweet. I remember he'd pick me out of nowhere, just because he could. That dude was the sorta romance then in your pants dance type. But he was KINKY. Dude really liked holding me down and giving it to me. I remember, we got REAL rough with it one time, he tied my hands up, tied me up in his workshop, and just railed my ass. Swore we almost got caught by a client once!"
Kohga laughed, really digging and stretching his ass.
"He taught me how to do this. Taught me how to get my nice, oily fingers inside of me. Taught me how to get nice and ready for the cocks he knew I wanted. In a way...he was my first.”
He snuck a glance at Sooga’s eyes, and he saw it. The little sparkles of jealousy. He knew he wasn’t his first, but knowing the details really got under his skin. Kohga introduced three fingers now, really arching his back as he felt himself be a little bit stretched. Sooga wasn’t goosey loosey down there, but he could take three fingers, knuckle deep, before he felt that familiar longing inside of him.
“Then...Then there was this other guy. Up until I started the clan, he was my partner in crime. Long hair, always kept in a ponytail. Nice, strong hands, and his eyes were something else. They were so...intense. Should’ve seen me the first time I caught those eyes, I was on him like a stack of bananas. He was the more...aloof than most of the guys I dated. He’d pop in and out, constantly looking for ways to get stronger. Never really got that guy. We would just..somehow end up in bed together. Sometimes it would be in a bed over some stable, sometimes it’d be some random, abandoned spot in the mountains. Either way, he’d fuck me, and be gone by morning. Hell, I don’t even think I caught his name. I just remembered we REALLY, REALLY liked each other.”
Kohga had to admit, recalling all of his past lovers was very, very fun. Recalling how many big, strong men wanted him, how each one fucked him differently, it was thrilling. He pulled his fingers out of himself, letting Sooga take a gander at his oiled, willing ass. The same ass that knew many, many men, and started to pump his cock. He would go on with his other boyfriends, but he didn’t want to wait longer. He wanted to hit Sooga right in that weak spot.
“Then the clan started. Those other blade masters...well. Let’s just say there’s a reason they’re so high in the ranks.”
He saw Sooga’s fingers grip onto the seats. He was already fuming from his past lovers, but his own peers? Oh, that was a way to get under a blade master’s hide. He was getting ANGRY. Not at Kohga of course, just the motion that ANYONE touched his precious Kohga.
“I remember once, a couple of them snuck into my room. They thought I was dead asleep, but I was very much awake. I felt them grope me, felt them pull at my clothes till it came off. Next thing I knew I had two in my ass, and two in my hands. Course I had that one guy in my mouth two, and the other three watching...oh who really knows? Once one was done, another guy took over. They pumped me full of cum, sucked and toyed with my cock. And I remembered I’d bark at them not to cum until I did, so they fucked me HARDER. Let me tell you, I have NEVER been that full of cum. Was practically swimming in it, and that was just how I liked it. I remembered them all tuckered out, asking if they pleased me.”
Kohga lifted his head up to look at his eyes. So angry, so jealous and furious, as if he was going to kill them for an absolute injustice.
“This...was the only case of them, yes?”
“Ooooh no. No. Not at all. Until you fell into the mix, I’d have a select few fuck me a few times a week. I still remember my favorite one. Big, strong guy. He’d tie my hands up in rope, nice and tight, and he’d just hold me down when he fucked me. He’d lean into my ear and whispered words dirty enough to make me shake. He was my favor-”
That was enough. Suddenly Sooga was on top of him, slamming his palm over Kohga’s mouth. Kohga was expecting something angry, something a bit kinky. But no. Sooga was FURIOUS. There was no stammering, no sweet talking, not even him asking as sweetly as he usually would. He just stuffed his cock in his eager, oiled ass, and fucked him. Fucked him with enough force that the head board kept knocking against the wall, that his hips ached from such a big, heavy body putting so much force into him.
"Stop it. Stop it. You're doing this to get a rise out of me. You want me to fuck you so badly, Master Kohga? I'll do that. I'll fuck you. I'LL be your favorite. No one else. Just me. Look at me."
And Kohga was LOOKING. Sooga had his legs wrapped around his own, keeping him in place so he had no choice but to take that nice, hard cock, right against that good fucking spot. Kohga tugged and clawed at his hand, as if he was trying to get Sooga off. Thank god Sooga knew better. Kohga just liked to thrash a bit, really MAKE his partner fuck his shit up. And Sooga was LOVING it. Kohga managed to move his mouth away a bit, trying not to grin too wildly.
"That's it, FUCK ME Sooga! Fuck my oiled ass, make me think of only YOUR cock!"
Kohga reached up to grab fistfulls of his uniform, yanking him to his face. Fuck that beautiful, panting face.
"Fuck me nice and proper, Sooga. Make me cum. Be my favorite boy, make my exes look like fucking LOSERS!"
Sooga may be pounding his ass like dough, but Kohga’s demands were still Kohga's. Sooga obeyed, shoving his fingers into Kohga’s pretty mouth, nearly making him gag as he continued to pound into him. Kohga knew he did that because he liked his dirty talk. Knew that he would cum if he listened to his pleading Master anymore, and he really, really wanted to be a good boy. Unfortunately, Sooga was so weak for his master. His fingers peeled out of his mouth, Sooga quickly becoming un done by not only his words, but his nice, tight body. Not that Kohga minded a small break from the rather large fingers. He was happy to sit there, moaning and grumbling, just absolutely so close to that edge.
“You LIKE fucking your Master Kohga, don’t you big guy?”
For a moment, they looked each other in the face, and Kohga only saw lust and competition. Exactly what he deserved to see in those big, pretty eyes of his. Sooga seemed to feel the exact same, as he leaned down, and pressed his forehead against his. For a moment, he was calm, still.
“I love you. More than anything. As such...I refuse to let your heart, or your loins, long for another.”
Translation? ‘Your ass is fucking mine’. This was right before Sooga put one hand on his chest, and the other on the headboard, continuing to slam his hips against Kohga. He couldn’t stop him (well he was strong enough to, but who the fuck would stop a BEAST like this?), and that’s how he liked it. He liked the force of his thrusts, liked the way the bed seemed to complain from the force, and loved, absolutely loved the feeling as hot seed was pumped into his insides. Kohga greedily raked his fingers down his back, finding himself cumming almost completely on time with Sooga. It had been SO long since that had happened, and it made poor Kohga’s body tremble. He sat there for a moment, letting Sooga finish emptying his balls right into him. It took a lot out of poor Sooga, given his panting, but his hips didn’t completely stop, instead settling for a nice, slow roll into Kohga.
“M...master Kohga? I’m...sorry.”
“Fucking hell Sooga, don’t you DARE apologize here, you ANIMAL.”
Kohga chuckled, wiping his face underneath his mask, finding himself drenched in sweat. Sooga shook his head.
“You don’t understand. I uh, do believe I broke the bed frame.”
Kohga was a bit too buzzed to fully understand, before it clicked. He leaned over a bit, and sure enough, Sooga broke three out of the four legs underneath his bed. What a feat. Kohga tossed his head back as he laughed, pushing into his shoulder.
“Oh, you were NOT kidding! Damn Sooga, look at you! Though you’re a big boy, shoot for all four next time.”
Sooga lightly shook his head, sighing. He could tell he was amused in his exhaustion.
“You’re relentless, Master Kohga, truly.”
Sooga’s finger danced up his chest, before he flicked his chin.
“The other Blade Master could do it.”
Sooga’s firm hand pushed onto his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of Kohga.
“You enjoy me putting me through trials, Master Kohga. You really, really do.”
“Oh, bite me, big boy.”
Sooga’s voice got nice and low, making Kohga nearly swoon underneath him.
“Is that a challenge?”
Something told Kohga, that Sooga was ready to prove himself as the best of the best.
Even if it took many, many more attempts.
#asks#kohga#sooga#lemon#I would LOVE#for you guys to get all the characters i referenced here#and kohga wasn't even DONE with his list#dudes fucked more men than link has killed bokoblins
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Adam Driver x Reader
This is my FIRST imagine writing so please bare with me!😳😬
Pairing: Adam Driver x Reader
Word count: 1,962
Prompts: #31 “I’m too sober for this” and #14 “Promise?” “Yeah, Kiddo I promise.”
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking.
You were best friends with Adam, John and Oscar. Well, you were actually friends with the cast and crew of Star Wars but you closer to John and Oscar. The three of you often went by the nickname the three musketeers. You had romantic feelings for Adam. Tonight was the premiere of ‘The Force Awakens’.
Luckily, Oscar had asked you to be his plus one given the fact that he knew about your feelings for Adam. To say you were excited to attend the premiere, would be an understatement. Everyone had worked so hard on the movie and you were truly happy to be able to experience something as wonderful as that with two of your best friends.
The day had gone by fast, since you spent it getting ready for the evening in your apartment. You wanted to make sure that you looked exceptional tonight and hopped tonight you would finally have the guts to tell Adam how you felt about him.
You had never been on the red carpet, much less even attended a red carpet event. It was important to you, to dress up but also in something that you could keep up with the guys in. Needless to say you settled upon a dress that went to your knees. It was the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. It was also the most expensive dress you’ve ever purchased. You decided to work on your hair before getting dressed. It was in loose curls.
The dress was strapless and flowy. It had a sweetheart neckline, and a bejeweled decorative belt. The dress was nude colored and was made with shiny material. You didn’t want to draw attention away from the boys because it was their big night and you were just there as a supportive friend. You decided to wear nude heels to match your dress.
You were too busy putting on the finishing touches to hear Oscar enter your apartment. The three of you decided it would be best to have a key to each other’s apartments in case of emergencies.
Suddenly you were startled by a wolf whistle.
“Damn, y/l/n. You clean up good!” Oscar says as leans against your bedroom door frame.
“Dude! You scared me half to death!” you shriek, half turning to face your friend and placing your hand over your heart.
Chuckling he shrugs and replies “Sorry, Kiddo.”
Pushing off the door frame and offering you his hand he says, “shall we head out?”
Turning your focus back to the mirror, you do a once over to make sure you were happy with how your appearance was. This time, you turned fully around to your friend and accepted his hand.
Once, you arrived at the theater you were greeted by your other friends. You and Oscar stopped and posed for pictures. After, you had posed for a few pictures you stepped away from him to let him do interviews.
You were watching your friends do interviews, but your mind wondered about Adam. It wasn’t long before you felt a presence next to you.
“You look stunning, y/n.” a deep voice said next to you.
Looking up, you realized the voice belonged to Adam. “Why thank you! You don’t look too bad yourself.” you reply shying away feeling your cheeks heat up.
Before either of you could say anything further, your mutual group of friends rushed up for a big group hug.
After the movie was over, of course your friends talked you into going to an after party. They didn’t question why it didn’t take any convincing to get you to go. Your friends knew it was because of your crush on Adam.
It was late by the time you arrived at the party. Deciding it was best to change into something more comfortable before heading to the party. Once, you arrived at the party hosts house you looked at your phone. It read 11:30pm.
Sighing, you realized it would be well into the morning hours before you got back home to rest. You were wearing your favorite leggings, favorite blouse, and a pair of your favorite shoes.
You were greeted with a hug and a kiss on the cheek from the host. Pointing you in the direction of your group of friends. As you made your way over to them you could tell they were already three sheets to the wind. Before you reached them you heard a chorus of your name being shouted in-unison was heard.
“Y/N!!”
Shaking your head and chuckling you finally reached them.
“We weren’t sure you were going to make it!”
“Of course she was coming! Adam is here! She wouldn’t miss a chance to see him!”
You giggled and rolled your eyes at the conversation your friends were having.
“Whatever.” You giggled.
“Let’s get you a drink hun.” Daisy suddenly said.
You could sense she was trying to distract you from something. But you didn’t really care. Walking over to the bar arm in arm, you guys talked about the premiere and caught up.
“What can I get you beautiful ladies?” The bartender said smiling.
He was attractive, but not nearly as attractive as Adam. The bartender had a name tag that said, Jake. He was the almost the opposite of Adam. He had the same luscious, wavy hair but that was about it. His hair was blonde, and he had blue eyes. His face was cleanly shaven and he was only about an inch taller than you.
“I’ll take a Mountain Dew and Captain, please!” Daisy said excitedly.
“I’ll take a y/d, please” you said smiling.
Half leaning on the bar you checked out the room. It was filed with a lot of A-List celebrities. You settled upon a scene that made your stomach churn.
Adam was standing talking to a skinny busty blonde. He was still in his tux from the premiere holding a whiskey glass. The blonde was wearing a body con dress that barely covered her bottom, along with platform high heels. He seemed to have said something funny since the blonde giggled and touched his arm in an unfriendly matter. This made you frown at them interacting before you.
“I’m too sober for this” you sigh out to your friend.
“I’m sorry honey. We were trying to keep you from seeing them.” She frowned, touching your arm before continuing, “If it helps any, we all think he has feelings for you.” She tried with a smile.
Turning to Jake, you said “when you get a chance we will take two shots of silver Cuervo, please!”
Once you both downed your shots, you made your way over to your group of friends. Seeing Adam with someone you’ve never seen before made you ping with jealousy. Your friends decided pumping you with alcohol and bad decisions would help.
You were currently dancing with Nate. Or was it Nick? You couldn’t remember nor could you be bothered to care. Most of your friends had wondered into their own bad decisions.
As soon as the song was over you decided it was too hot and you needed to get some air. Failing to realize, you had made a certain tall and dark haired man jealous. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He was only being kind to someone who was desperate for his attention. She was after something he only wanted with you.
Once you were outside, you could see the city lights of LA. Checking your phone you had received messages from your friends but you couldn’t be bothered to see what they texted. Only caring what the current time is. 1:52am.
Sighing you closed the lock screen of your phone. It was already later then you wanted to be out.
Wrapping your arms around your waist you closer your eyes and took a deep breath trying to sober up a little.
Opening your eyes, you felt content looking at the scenery before you. Turning to go back inside, you ran into the chest of someone you didn’t hear come out.
The chest you ran into belong to the guy you had feelings for. Adam.
“Woah, careful there.” He said as his hands settled on the sides of your shoulders to steady you.
Your hands had shot out and rested on his biceps.
“What’re you doing out here, Adam?” You asked trying to focus on something other than being sick.
“Are you... Are you drunk?” He questions
“What do you care?” Your question came out a little harsher than you anticipated.
Flinching he said “Why wouldn’t I care? Friends care about each other, don’t they?”
“Right. Friends.” you sighed and shook your head, releasing him from your grip making him release his hold on you.
“What? We aren’t friends?” He asked dumbfounded.
You tried to go back on side and escape from him. Knowing if you didn’t get away from him, he would be in for a rude awakening.
“No, Adam!” You exclaim “I like you, you idiot!” Feeling tears pooling, you rush around him and back into the house, not caring he stood there with his mouth agape.
Appearing by Daisy’s side you asked “Can you please take me home?”
“Of, course.” She replied. You didn’t know she had seen how everything between you and Adam had played out. It broke her heart into pieces for you.
She didn’t pressure you to talk on the ride home. The only question being “Do you want me to come up stairs with you?” Shaking your head, you made your way to your apartment door.
Once you made your way into your apartment you took your shoes off and went to your bedroom, with the intent of putting on your pajamas. You made it about halfway to your bedroom before you heard a knock on the door.
“I’m okay Daisy, really!”
No response.
Sighing you opened the door and froze seeing who was at the door. Adam didn’t want for an invitation to enter your apartment. Shutting the door and turning around to face the intruder. You were met with his arms pulling you into his chest.
He was nervous you would reject him. Pulling away from you, he took your hand and lead you to your bedroom. Wordlessly, he went in his drawer of clothes he kept at your house for such occasions and made his way to the main bathroom to change. Blinking, you gathered your pajamas and changed in the bathroom that is connected to your bedroom.
Opening the door you saw Adam, already laying beneath the covers waiting for you. You Turned the light off and made your way over to the bed and got beneath the covers. Before you could say anything, he was hovering over you, and nuzzling your nose with his. Closing your eyes, you breathed in his sent enjoying the warmth radiating from him. His close proximity making your stomach flutter.
Before you could say anything, you felt a pair of soft lips barely brush against yours. You brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders. One hand was tangled into his hair while the other rested on the back of his neck. Bringing him back for a proper kiss, your lips crashed together. The feeling of kiss was enough to make you both moan.
Before the kiss could go any further, Adam rolled off of you and back onto his side of the bed. You opened your eyes and whimpered in the lost of contact from him.
Adam chuckled before pulling you to cuddle him. Your head rested on his chest while his arms wrapped around you.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning.” He said sleepily.
“Promise?” You asked snuggling closer into his chest.
“Yeah, kiddo I promise.” He replies kissing the top of your head.
This is my FIRST imagine! I am pretty proud of my work since I haven’t, wrote a story in years (Highschool)!
Please be nice! Feel free to send me a request!!!
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Sacrificial Baths | EgoBang
Synopsis : Dan’s back is hurting him and Arin takes it upon himself to care for him.
Type : Fluff
Pairing : EgoBang (Arin x Dan)
A/N : Here’s a prompt for my ABCs of EgoBang book on AO3 (which you can read here). The letter B for bath obviously.
“Fuck, man.” A sharp groan tears from Dan’s grimace once they finish recording the last episode for the day, his hand gently caresses the sore muscle of his back.
Today was one of those Grump sessions that lasted a lot longer than normal, where they took time to record episodes that they lacked on uploading the week prior. Recording hours of long footage was already taking its toll on his already strained back and arms. To Dan, it felt like he was lugging around heavy cinder blocks from his biceps.
“Your back still bothering you?” Arin asks and Dan nods, a tired smile on his face. His concern was growing more by the minute. He had already knew Dan’s back was troubling him and had suggested beforehand that they could take the day off and record on the weekend. Dan had rejected the idea, insisting that he could totally pull through today. In a way, he did. Still, he felt about ready pass out.
“Yeah, it honestly feels like they’re gonna fall off or something.” Dan chuckles weakly, his fingers doing their best massaging the tender muscles. “I’m surprised they haven’t yet. Fell off, I mean.”
Arin’s lips were pursing into a thin line, his thick eyebrows were knitting close together. Noticing Arin’s intense concerned expression, Dan offers him a smile. “Hey, don’t worry about me, Big Cat. I’m sure all I need is some Icy Hot patches or something.”
Although Dan was smiling, Arin saw the tiring hint in it. Dan was exhausted by now and was definitely requiring a break. He didn’t mind doing the pampering. “Whatever you say man, but don’t think that’s gonna stop me from babying you tonight.”
Dan laughs, “If you say so.”
Arin stops by on the drive home at a nearby pharmacy to grab the patches Dan mentioned earlier. They arrive home not too long after, getting a warm greeting by Mochi and Mimi who curl around both their legs. Arin smiles down at the two kitties and gives them each a couple pets and a good rubbing behind the ears.
Dan walks past them with the bag of patches in his hand. He places it on the counter and removes his shirt. Although Arin has seen that sight plenty of times, he couldn’t help but stare. His eyes trace the gentle curves and dips on his lover’s back and hips while Dan was working on putting the patch on.
When Dan lightly moves his arm around and the muscle under the skin flexed in response, Arin’s throat gone dry. He really got lucky, didn’t he?
Arin approaches him, leaning against the counter. “How’s it feeling?”
Dan groans. “A little better, not by much though.”
Arin looks down and thinks for a moment. Suddenly, he perks up. “Why don’t we get a bath or something?”
A bath sounds like a great idea to Dan. Any option sounded good, especially if it has a great potential to help. He shrugs, “A bath sounds great, actually.”
“Unless if you need me to help you upstairs then I think you’re good to go, old man.” Arin teasingly says, a cocky smile on his lips. It was a running joke between them that Dan was older than dirt yet looks so young. Sometimes Arin swore that Dan must’ve been graced by the fountain of youth or something.
Dan, with an underlying grin on his face, chuckles out, “I think I’ll be able to manage.”
Arin watches as he disappears upstairs. The sound of water running follows not too long after it. It was only when he was going through the bag and sees the colorful packaging that he remembers. Shit, that’s right. They bought a bathbomb, a couple actually. Arin, at first, thinks he’d be fine without them. They’re just bath bombs after all. His eyes trail to the stairs again. Still, it would give him an excuse to check on Dan.
Eventually, he decides to pull the notorious excuse of “silly me, I forgot we had bathbombs even though we bought them like twenty minutes ago”. Dan is upstairs in the bathroom, lounging in the steamy tub. One arm is daintily draped around the top of the tub while the other is in his hair. His eyes are shut, lips pressed into a content smile. Arin was right, a bath was what he needed. His muscles were finally deciding to relax against the heat of the water and honestly, if he didn’t pay attention, he might fall asleep.
If you have a boyfriend like Arin Hanson though, sleeping in the tub is something you won’t have to worry about. A splash of hot water in his face makes him flinch, his once shut eyes opening. “The hell-“ He gasps, sitting up which was easier for him to do now than earlier. Once his eyes fully open, he finds a colorful fizzing ball in the water and an eager Arin. “Wakey-wakey, Avi-Danny.” He’s grinning, “You do realize a part of getting a bath is actually washing yourself, right?”
“Did you just toss, like, a science project into the tub or something?” He asks, currently wiping off the water from his face.
Arin chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “Duh, of course not. Where would I find one? It’s a bathbomb dude, I forgot we bought them.”
It takes Dan a moment to process it and pray to the gods that his boyfriend has a good time perception and is just joking.
“You’re telling me that you forgot we bought a bathbomb, which happened like ten minutes ago, and are just now bringing it up here?” A smile is creeping onto his face. A noise slips from his throat as he is clearly trying to ground himself from laughing off his ass.
Arin also sat there for a moment, something that nearly made Dan break. “Okay, first of all, it was twenty minutes.” Arin says defensively, a large grin on his face. “Plus, you clearly forgot too since you thought I just stole some kid’s science project and dumped it in the tub.”
Dan laughs heartedly, “Fair enough.”
The bathbomb in question was fizzing it’s way into changing the bath water from it’s normal color to a cloudy purple-ish and deep blue. It looks sort of like a galaxy, something the two assumed what the product was going for.
“Great,” Dan chuckles, playing with the space water. “Now it looks like I’m swimming in a bathtub of liquidized Barney.”
Arin laughs and shakes his head, “You’re welcome.” He then turns to make his leave but Dan’s voice stops him.
“Wait,” He calls, his voice pulling Arin back in the bathroom like a lasso. “Can you, actually ah..you wanna join me? I can’t just swim in Barney’s sacrifice all by myself, y’know.”
The idea sounds like music to his ears, music that easily he can dance to. He’s grinning from ear to ear as he undresses. After he’s fully nude, he slips into the warm galaxy tub. Arin deeply groans, getting used to the heat of the tub.
Dan grins softly, “Feels good, doesn’t it, Big Cat?”
“Oh, yeah.” He chuckles softly, smiling to himself. “We should have sacrificial baths more often.”
“Yeah. Yeah, we really should.”
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