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ja3hwa · 5 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐭.𝟐 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The more he tasted you. The more he was becoming obsessed. And he was treading in dangerous waters, no longer caring about the consequences.

『Word count』 : 2.10k

-> Genre: Smut with little plot. Fluffy. DBF au.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Dirty talk. Pet names. Insecurity about sexual experience. Inexperience reader. Kinda late-bloomer reader. Mention of sex. This is filthy… Hongjoong is in his late 30s while the reader is 23. Hongjoong teaches the reader… I was high when I wrote this, so ignore any mistakes. It not my fault.

Note: Part two is done and dusted since you absolute filthy sinners needed more Dilf Hongjoong. Also, special tags to @mingis-prince @trishu-paper209 @itza-meee for asking for a part two. Enjoy ♡♡♡

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“Aren’t you gonna help me, sir.”

Hongjoong’s brain couldn’t function, let alone take in what you had said. He could feel the way your cunt clenched around his fingers, your gummy walls so warm and welcoming. He could cum again just by the thought. Your hips were rolling, slowly riding his thick digits. He gulped sharply from what he was witnessing. You, Seonghwa’s sweet innocent daughter, riding his fucking fingers like your life depended on it. “Fuck baby, I might just cum right now.”

He felt no shame in spilling his filthy words to you, something about this already felt so dirty so why not just keep adding fuel to the fire? He shuffled back, making sure not to move his hand that was buried between your thick thighs, using his free hand to pull you closer by your waist. You hiccuped out this name, the movement making your whole body tingle. “D-daddy…”

“What did you just say?” You were both shocked, stilling your movements completely you felt a wave of embarrassment. You didn’t mean for it to slip out, truly, but oh did it feel so right. Hongjoong’s eyes darkened, pulling his fingers out of your soaking pussy, he chuckled, manhandling you until you were perfectly perched on his lap. He can feel your slick seeping through your panties, coating his boxers slightly. “Say it again, Angel. Who am I?”

“D-Daddy…” You whimpered feeling so small.

“Fuck.” He tipped his head back for a moment, questioning how the fuck he was going to restrain himself now when you are over here calling him daddy. “Are you tryin’ kill me here angel?”

He looked back in your direction seeing your eyes wide and curious, waiting so patiently for your next instruction. So he kept his right hand on your hip while he snaked the left behind your head, tugging you closer until your lips were only inches from his. You could feel his hot breath tickling your nose, the smell of the whiskey he was drinking earlier tonight with his friends and your father… his best friend. This was so dangerous, a part of you was screaming to back away now before anything else happened. But how could you move away now, when you were so close to finally getting what you always wanted…

When you first met your father's friends, Hongjoong wasn’t there. You met San and his partner Wooyoung. And his younger friends Jongho, Mingi, and Yeosang. And spilt drinks on his army friend Yunho. But Hongjoong… he was a mystery. No one spoke about him or what importance he had. All your father would say was they’ve known each other for a long, long time. But grew apart from the war they both served in and worked. But now he’s back and man photos did not do him justice. He was charming, playful and fucking smoking hot. His tattooed left arm made your head dizzy and when he went swimming you got a front-row show of his amazing body. You became wetter than anyone in that pool, that’s for sure.

“If we do this I won't guarantee I’ll let you go.” Hongjoong’s words were desperate and his heart was aching. He knew this was going to cause a lot of drama and most definitely your father killing him but you are worth it.

“Please Joong…” There it was. The words that started this whole drug trip of a night. Two, breathy, whimpering words. Calling for him. Begging for him. His lips were against yours in seconds, his hand tightly tucked on the back of your neck, making it impossible to slip away. His tongue was relentless, sliding over yours with such power and dominance. Your hands found place on his clothed chest, tangling your fingers in the soft cotton. Your hips began to move again, grinding harshly on this cock. His bulge hitting just the right spot making you squirm. “please, please, please.”

Your chanting against his mouth made him grunt, moving his legs so he could tip you both so you were on your back. Your head would be almost hanging off the end of the bed if Hongjoong hadn’t yanked you by your thighs so you could sprawl in the middle of the double mattress. You watch intensely as he tugged his shirt off, leaving himself in his boxer. You could finally take in the scars he had littered all over his body. Bullet wounds, stab marks. All beautifully painted his body. He had been through war, literally. You could almost forget with how calm his demeanour is twenty-hour-seven. “Can I take these off gorgeous?”

His questions drew you out of your thoughts suddenly, noticing he had his fingers under the hem of your panties. You nodded eagerly feeling yourself tense up. All your previous self-confidence was slowly slipping away... No one has ever seen you naked must less fucked you, and you weren’t about to let Hongjoong find out. The embarrassment you’d feel, being almost twenty-three and still never having sex. Sure you’ve masturbated and used toys but being intimate with someone was unexplored territory. He slipped them off with the help of you lifting your hips. Once they were tossed aside he could take in your spread legs, and glistening sex. God, as if you couldn’t get any more beautiful here you were. “Fuck baby, you gonna let me eat you? Fuck this pretty pussy? You’ll have to be quiet, hmm.”

“Oh god…” You couldn’t help but reel over the idea of his tongue on you. Your body shaking just over the idea. Your breathing became faster, your lungs…tightening. Fuck, why do you feel so dizzy? So…Anxious. Hongjoong noticed almost immediately, hovering over you so he could cup your cheek with his tattooed hand while the other held him up.

“Hey, Hey what’s wrong princess? Talk to me?” There’s the guilt. The sudden twang in his mouth. and As he saw a tear escape from you, he knew he had done something wrong. “Oh, I’m so sorry. What happened?”

His soothing voice was calming, slowly but surely lessening your heart rate. What you didn’t expect was to see tears in his eyes once you opened your own. It went silent, Hongjoong was waiting for you to respond. Your shaky hand glided up his chest before snaking to hold just behind his neck. “No, No. It’s okay keep going.”

He immediately sat up, bringing you with him. He let out a huff, helping you shift yourself until you were comfortable on his lap…again. “No, I need to know what I did.” His voice was firmer this time, authority-like. It reminded you just how different in age you both were. He was in such a different time in his life while you. You were still learning, exploring. You weren’t someone he could possibly want… right?

A thought danced across Hongjoong's mind for a moment and he couldn’t help but feel so stupid. “You’re a virgin…” He said it more like a statement rather than a question. You gulp, shakily nodding your head in shame. Of course, he can tell, he is sixteen years older than you for god sake. “Hey sugar, it’s okay. Theirs nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“There’s not…” You whimpered against his chest, feeling like such an idiot. You were crying, while naked on the guy you’ve had a crush on since you first saw a picture of him, only to realize that it’s okay that you’ve never had sex.

“No baby. It’s not…” Fuck, I’m gonna scream. Was what he wanted to say. He couldn’t care two shits if you were a virgin for you had slept with unlimited men. Sure, the idea of being your first, showing you what you hadn't experienced yet, and helping you through as many orgasms as he could give you in one night, was the most erotic news. But he cared about you. He didn’t want your first to be quiet, hushed away in a tiny ass room, on a tiny ass bed. No, he wanted your first to be memorable, loud, and fun. He wanted to show you how to make sweet love before pounding your cunt like he fucking hated you. He wouldn’t admit this to him just yet but he had fallen hard, from the moment you stepped out of your car. With a bright loving smile, kind eyes, and a beautiful Sun dress.

You sat up to look at him. Your glassy eyes from crying couldn’t barely see. Vision blurring through tears. He nudged his nose against yours, stroking your hip before sweetly, comfortingly. You inched your lips close until your top lip just grazed his before whispering. “I-I’m a virgin…” you felt like you had to say it, confirm it. His demeanour didn’t alter, or so much as flinch when you finally answered, cause he was telling the truth. He didn’t care how experienced or inexperienced. All he cared about was how you feel.

“Sweet thing…” He murmured but your lips sealed on his. This time the kiss was soft and gentle. His hands tugged against your hips, rocking you slightly backward. You let your body weight fall back, taking Hongjoong with you. Your lips never broke. His hips sat snug against your bare core, only his boxers separating you two. It was moderate at first, just a simple steady pace. But as you left little moans here and there, his speed would pick up. Until he was humping you harshly. His grinds hit your perfectly, feeling the shock of the silky fabric brush roughly against your sensitive clit.

His cock was full hard now, groaning himself at the feeling of you against him. There was something about humping you with a piece of clothing in between so erotic, dirty. He had never felt more like a horny teen than he had now. You had such a hold on him, a way with words. You could do anything to him and he would say thank you. And now he was going to bust a nut in his boxers just from rubbing against you. “Fuck this feels so good baby. I’m gonna cream in my fucking shorts.”

“Fuck, don’t s-say stuff like that.” His words made you clench around nothing, wanting nothing more than his cock inside you. Or even his fingers, at this point either part of him would do.

“Don’t say stuff like that, hmm.” He grunted picking up the pace in his thrusts. “But I can’t it. Not when I have such a gorgeous woman underneath, soaking me with her silk. You wanna come again, baby? Please, come for me, angel.”

His blabbering and whines made you throw your head back in a high-pitched squeak. All your nerves are on fire, feeling like you were an old fuse box crackling over heavy rain. Your eyes, sewn shut and your fingers nails digging into his shoulders. He was so close and he could tell you were too. Lifting up your leg so he hung on a higher part of his waist so he could ground down at the perfect angle, knocking the wind outta you quickly, seeing white.

He stilled, cumming all over himself. Some seeping through the fabric smearing no your inner thighs. You had no feeling in your legs, and your mind was like TV static, fuzzy, tiring. Hongjoong slipped away for a moment, coming back in a fresh new pair of boxers and a clean damp towel in hand. He wiped you all the semen he could, before helping you into a new pair of underwear, tucking you back on your own bed. He kisses your forehead, having drifted off only moments ago.

He knew he wasn’t going to fuck you tonight. But as he slept he thought about ways to make your first time perfect. He would think of a place, and time. Does he take you out to a restaurant or would you prefer home cooked? He would think about how you’d like to be fuck, positions, styles. He was going to definitely fuck you on every surface of his place. And as he snuck off to the bathroom for the fourth time tonight having to adjust or end up fixing, his problem, he knew he was most likely a dead man. And he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Part Three

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moonstruckme · 19 days

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babe you’ve got me obsessed with doctor remus!

can i request a drabble where reader gets into like a car accident and has been taken into a&e with like mid/severe injuries and remus has been assigned to treat her?

if not then that’s fine! love your work bae 🎀

Hi gorgeous! Thank you for requesting (I'm obsessed with him too) :)

cw: hospital

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 716 words

The nurse leaves, and you think you might finally get more than five seconds to yourself but then the curtain pulls back again, a tall doctor taking her place. You’ve been able to feel your heartbeat pulsing through every inch of you since you’d stumbled out of your smoking car, and this new man doesn’t help matters.

He’s lovely. With a face smattered with warm freckles and silvery scars and a mop of brown hair that looks like it’s never once been brushed, this is the kind of person who would fluster you on a normal day. Now, you don’t even know the word to describe the effect he has on you.

He has to ask his question a second time before you hear it.

“Have you had allergic reactions to any medications?”

You blink. It still feels like reality is moving at twice its usual speed. You don’t know if it’s just you shaking, but it feels like the whole room. “Uh, no. Sorry.”

“That’s alright.” The doctor’s voice is businesslike but kind, with a Welsh lilt. He flips a page on his clipboard. “Anything we weren’t able to address in the ambulance? Any new aches and pains?”

“I—I don’t think so.”

He lowers the clipboard slightly, looking at you. His eyes are a lightish brown color, like honey left too long in the sun. “Has anyone talked you through grounding exercises?”

You feel your brow wrinkle. “What?”

He almost smiles. “I’ll take that for a no.” He sets down his clipboard on the edge of your bed, pulling up a rolling chair and sitting down in front of you. “I’m going to have you breathe with me for a minute, alright, sweetheart?”

It’s not in your nature to contradict professionals, but you feel your head shaking as if from somewhere outside of yourself. “Why?” you ask. “Aren’t there more important things?”

“There are still things left to do,” he allows, seeming unaffected by your questioning, “but you’re stable. It’s nothing that can’t wait for a few minutes, and it’s important that you’re calm so you can think properly.” He takes your hands in his, ignoring the odd padding of the splint around your broken wrist and holding your fingertips instead. “All I need from you is for you to copy my breathing. Can you do that for me?”

You nod. As he starts to talk you through it, your eyes begin to sting, an effect of his gentle tone or the respite your body has been craving or both. Your doctor’s expression doesn’t change when he sees the silver lining your eyes, but he gives your fingertips a light squeeze.

“Okay, in for eight this time,” he says in that lulling voice. “Good job, just keep at it.”

You manage to breathe in for long enough to satisfy him, and after the exhale he drops your hands.

“Well done,” he murmurs, mindful of the small cuts on your face as he thumbs away your tears. “Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah,” you answer honestly. The word comes out like a sigh, and his lip curves softly at the plain relief in the sound.

“Happy to hear it. You were right earlier, there’s still plenty left to do,” he says, expression sombering somewhat as he looks at you intently, “but if you ever need a break, you tell me or someone else, okay? I don’t want you suffering in silence.”

“Okay.” You wet your lips, feeling much more solid than you had a few minutes before. The world has slowed to its regular speed. “Sorry, I don’t think I got your name.”

He smiles, which is altogether too charming for a place like this. It makes the long scar going across his cheek crinkle slightly and you could swear his eyes lighten a shade. “Well, see, that’s how I know you weren’t really with me when you came in, because we’ve already been introduced.” His expression lets you know he hasn’t taken any offense, but your face still heats at your impoliteness. “It’s Doctor Lupin, but you can call me Remus.”

Something in you rings at this new knowledge, like a tuning fork has been struck. Remus, your consciousness echoes quietly.

His smile softens. “We’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other today.”

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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the making of stomper

harry styles x reader masterlist

summery: harry has his wife make the feature of his new music video

a/n: reader is described as an engineer and the "flashbacks" are italicized

“Satellite was inspired by my love of Wall-e.” Harry explained. “I love the little guy, looking around in search for his point of life—so human, really.”

“I need your skills.” Harry ambiguously stated, rushing into the bedroom and meeting Y/n who was relaxing on the bed on her laptop.

"Come again?" Y/n laughed, confused by her husbands question and vaguely raunchy implications.

Harry climbs on the bed, sitting between his wife's legs on his sock-clad feet, yes, the pair with holes in them. "I have an idea and I need your help building it."

Harry gave a sweet smile, the face he poses whenever he wants Y/n to build something for him, first it was a new camera, fixing up a new engine for an old car harry had his eyes on, and any other little thing Harry wanted. Y/n never minded of course, she enjoys creating new things and Harry was always there to help by any means he could. She enjoyed working on other things besides work--which at her level typically involved designing, no actual building.

"Intriguing , what is it?"

"Wall-e."

"Wall-e?"

"Wall-e."

"Huh." Y/n thought for a moment, before switching tabs on her laptop and opening up a new design file, labeling it "wall-e". "What's your vision."

"It's to go with Satellite and it would feature a little robot roomba thing thats looking for the meaning of life. It would walk or roll and move it's little face around." Harry summarized, stopping before he rambles too long, and make a list too extravagant.

“I’m down, I just need some time to think about what I’ll need and the process.” Y/n decided.

“Stomper was actually the 6th Stomper.” Harry thought back. “The first couldn’t move its head and only go very slowly on it’s little wheels. Two through four short-circuited. Five got injured by our cat. But six—he was a trooper.”

“Alright, we rolling?” Y/n spoke over to Harry, doing some final looks on the remote and Stomper.

“Yup! Ready for testing!” This was always Harry’s favorite part, despite it not being Y/n’s because she was always very thorough and was always waiting for a flaw with her creation. Harry, ever the optimist, was excited to see the little creature come to life.

“Okay, lemme just turn him on.” It was definitely a he this one, something in Y/n was just telling her it was a boy—as boyish a robot could be. But maybe she just thought the robot would act like Harry and all of his boyish charm.

Stomper grew to life, it’s “eyes” producing a subtle glow.

“Alright and moving forward—“ He moved, a little quicker then the others before him, which Y/n surprised and confused about. “Turning around…” The little robot did just that.

“It works?!” Harry shouted, letting the camera out of focus. He ran up to Y/n and hugged her tight, kissing her wherever his mouth could reach.

“Harry we got to give it more time, he might explode or something-“

“It’s perfect.” Harry chided, ignoring any concern his wife had for the little robot.

“I think Stomper was a subliminal message of some sort—“ Harry told the camera. He held on tight to the small child in this lap, who was trying to grab his ear and hair. “Y/n didn’t know she was pregnant yet. Only about a week after the music video went up Y/n had this epiphany that she didn’t have her period for the past two months—and the rest was history.”

Harry looked down at the little boy in his arms, brown hair showing through and a nose like his daddy’s. His eyes and lips through, were a copy and paste from his Mama.

“I joked that we should name him stomper--Y/n did not like that joke at all—so we settled on something else that will forever remain a mystery for you lot, or until I end up rambling uncontrollably.”

Harry, ever the scared Papa Bear, wouldn’t let anyone get a picture of any sort of the small boy. During the video, the boy was wearing a hat covering his face while Harry’s large hand would cover from the neck up. The only way you could know that Harry’s son was there was from the little grabby hands that kept making an appearance.

“But it’s getting close to this bubs nap time, so thank you for all the love.” Harry turned the camera off, smiling as he know the fans would love the one year special treat.

Harry went upstairs and met with his lovely wife taking a nap in their shared bed. His little boy yawned, causing Harry to yawn, so he knew it was family nap time.

“How’d it go?” Y/n whispered.

“Good.” Harry said, moving around so he could big spoon his son and wife. “Bubs was the star.”

“He takes after you.”

Harry smiled at the comment, but knew the opposite to be true. His little baby was showing signs of intelligence that could only be traced to his wife. “With any luck he’ll turn out just like his mama.”

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Part 2

Robin Buckley was unfortunately well-aware of Steve Harrington, long before they started working together. He had been the worst kind of popular in high school, the completely effortless kind. And Robin was not looking forward to working with him.

Sure, he had been better than the other jock dickheads Robin was forced to share space with, but that probably had more to do with his weird Eddie Munson friendship than anything else. Being friends with the town freak kind of forced you to be more accepting. Or in Steve’s case, force you to punch anyone who insulted him in the face.

And while that was all nice and chivlirous or whatever it didn’t stop the fact that Steve Harringinton was a complete ass who slept with dozens of girls and threw them away immmeidtly after. There was no way that a guy like that wasn’t a dick.

And after their first shift working together, Robin was convinced that she had been absolutely right. He was a total slouch at work, spending most of his time failing at flirting with girls or yapping to his friends on the phone in the back. He was a complete diva about his hair, and their manager had given him three reprimands in the span of four hours for not wearing the dumb hat. And he was always trying to get out of work early.

After their first week together Robin was ready to strangle him. The only thing she’d give him is that he accepted being assigned indefinite bathroom cleaning duty with grace, otherwise she probably would have killed him and hid the body in the freezer by now.

Though he was really trying to expedite the process over here.

It was another annoying, Harrington filled day, only for him to once again try and leave early.

But before he could get to the door, Robin was dragging him back behind the counter, hissing, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We have inventory tonight.”

She had expected him to whine in response or maybe say something dickish that she could kick him in the shin for, but he just looked horrified.

“Tonight? B-But it won’t take that long right? Like just a few minutes?”

“Try a few hours. They’re making us count the spoons man. You’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”

His eyes got wider with each word, and for a split second Robin was actually worried that he was about to have a panic attack. That was until he opened his mouth again, “I-okay. Look dude, I really can’t do this tonight. I have a thing that I need to go to. But I can make it up to you! Or I can come in tomorrow morning-”

“The manager is going to look at it tomorrow morning,” Robin interrupted, arms crossed and brow twitching, “What is so damn important that it can’t wait till tomorrowow?”

“Does that matter?” Steve asked, oddly defensive for someone who was literally begging, “I just need to leave. But I can make it up to you! I’ll even pay you. You can have all the tips for the week and if that’s not enough then I’ll do the trash for three-no four days. I’ll do anything. Please?”

He actually looked like he was on the edge of tears and Robin had to begrudgingly admit that the puppy eyes were working on her. Christ, she was too good of a person.

She sighed, “Trash duty for two weeks, and for the week I get the tips I expect you to be extra charming. We clear?”

“Yes! Totally fair!” Steve was already speed walking backwards to the door, and those misty eyes had suddenly completely disappeared. Robin was started to think that she just got played and big time, “Best co-worker ever! Really couldn’t ask for better-”

“Just fucking go.” Robin said as she shooed him off, near snorting when Steve actually started running out of the mall.

She looked back behind the counter, groaning when she realized that his trash promise apparently started tomorrow. Fucking dick. She’d take out the trash, do inventroy alone, and then curse the Harrington name.

She started to lug the disgusting trash bags full of soupy ice cream through the backdoor, shivering a little in the cold. The dumpster was right next to the almost empty parking lot, everyone gone except one long running van.

Robin stopped, realziing that two people were making out infront of it, and one of them just so happened to still be wearing his cutsy uniform while he shoved his tongue down the stranger’s throat. Robin stared at them, barely concealed by the dumpster as her blood boiled.

Steve ditched her to make-out with some chick in the parking lot? Oh hell no. He was not getting away with this. She was just about to come out of her hiding spot to start tearing into him when she heard Steve giggle. Honest to god giggle.

He was standing in front of the girl, obscuring her face while he played with a lock of her hair, “Aw, don’t pout. I didn’t make the schedule. Besides, I already said I’d make it up to you in any way you want.”

Robin rolled her eyes, wondering if she should include warning the poor girl that whatever two week anniversary they were celebrating would definitely be their last when she called him out.

“I just didn’t expect to spend most of our four year anniversary eating cake in bed alone,” The stranger answered, their voice instantly recongnizble, “I was supposed to be eating you.”

That wasn’t a chick, that was Eddie.

Robin gasped, a hand going over her mouth. She had heard that voice many times, usually yelling about comforimity while standing on a lunch table. But that didn’t make sense! It couldn’t be-

But then Eddie was spinning them around, crowding Steve against the hood of his car, his signature DIO vest on full display while he ploundered Steve’s mouth, Steve laughing into it all the while.

Robin felt like her brain was short-circuiting as she watched them. She was actually witnessing Steve Harrington happily shoving his tongue down Eddie Munson’s throat.

Steve pulled away first, holding Eddie back with a hand to his chest, still giggling, “God, that was so lame. Even for you.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” Steve easily agreed, “And I’ll love it even more when we’re home and in bed. Then we can really start celebrating.”

That was more than enough for Eddie. He dragged Steve off of the hood before opening the passenger side door for him, stealing one more kiss before running over to the driver’s side.

Robin watched as they settled into the van, hands immediately clasped back together over the centerconsole. But it didn’t stop there. No, Steve was licking his lips and looking down muttering something to Eddie that she couldn’t hear. But she could guess, especially when his head suddenly dissapeared right before they drove off.

Robin stayed hidden behind the dumpster, still trying to comprehend what she’d just seen. She just watched King Steve make out with the resident freak, and maybe start the beginnings of road head, all while giggling and laughing about their fucking anniversy.

What. The. Fuck.

From an unpublished chapter of this fic

#secret relationship steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #the universe trapped in your skin #this is straight from my childhood au fic for 85 #might do a part 2 here though #because the fic is NOWHERE near this part but it's technically written #stranger things

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haikyu-mp4 · 12 days

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heyy!!! Congratulations on the milestone! You deserve this and so much more! Each and every one of your fics is just so cute and sweet😁😁

Applying with Kageyama, I'm organised and driven.

hii! thank you so much, that warms my heart!! and thank you for the great application, you're hired<3

Vanilla latte

Kageyama is a customer and buys something just to talk to you, for the now hiring! event

word count; 742 – gn!reader

Kageyama would never understand how Hinata got so into coffee when he already seemed to have more energy than anyone else just by being himself, but here they were, hitting up a new coffee shop because his shorter friend wanted to bring a coffee to training with the Olympic team.

“Just because Iwa says it’s bad doesn’t mean it kills you,” Hinata insisted like he was at Takeda’s level of making everything sound like great wisdom.

“Dumbass!” he responded, as usual. “You know I don’t like coffee.” And just like that, the conversation ended and they got in line, Tobio standing halfway behind, halfway beside Hinata since he wouldn’t be getting anything. They had this conversation almost every morning this week, and Kageyama was sick of it. Why would he keep trying coffee for energy when he knew the bad effects of it and didn’t even like the taste?

While they waited in line, he and Hinata kept bickering under their breaths, or Hinata would look at the menu boards while Kageyama looked at the display of cakes and bakery. That did look good, he should have some for his next cheat day. Wasn’t Tsukishima’s birthday coming up? Bet he’d have some strawberry shortcake.

And no matter how many thoughts he distracted himself with, they were all whisked away when Hinata got to the register and Tobio heard the softest voice asking what he wanted. So he looked up to discover possibly the prettiest person he had ever seen.

“Can you recommend a coffee without anything chocolate-y?” Hinata asked cheerily, making you hum in thought for a moment before nodding.

“Personally, I love a classic vanilla latte,” you suggested, and while Hinata agreed to get that, Kageyama also nodded as if you were talking to him. “And you?” you asked, turning your attention to him, who stood stiff as a tree beside Hinata.

Kageyama had never wanted a coffee more in his life. It's as if his brain totally forgot that you can order drinks without coffee in a café.

“He doesn’t want-”

“I’d like to have the same,” Kageyama said, effectively cutting Hinata off but also earning him a confused glare. “As him.”

“I thought you didn’t-”

“I’ll pay for both,” Kageyama added to hopefully bribe him into silence, giving his friend a strict side-eye. Please follow my lead, dumbass.

“Sounds good!” you said, not thinking too much about their dynamic. You were on the opening shift and talking to them helped keep you awake. “What’s your name?”

“Hinata and Kageyama…” he said, pointing to his friend and then himself. “What’s yours?” You looked up in surprise, accidentally smudging the little heart you drew behind his name. And if your cheeks flushed a light pink from the intensity of his stare, who could blame you?

You pointed to the little sign on your shirt. “Y/n,” you still said, about to turn away and start his order.

“Also uhh…” Kageyama put a hand up to stop you, happy when you looked up at him again expectantly but felt his cheeks copy your flush as he had no idea what he was trying to say. He looked around the café, looking for inspiration, and then back at you.

“Is there something else I could get you?” And now that he was stalling for time, you took a moment to relax your shoulders and take him in. He was a very handsome man, tall, dark-haired, very your type. You would be lying if you said his awkward front wasn’t charming as well.

Maybe he felt your eyes on him because he took to rubbing the back of his neck. “Something to eat?”

“Like bakery or a sandwich?” you suggested, not even noticing that Hinata had moved on and your coworker came over to man the other register.

“Bakery. What do you like?”

“Cinnamon rolls, they’re the best here, I swear,” you said, and your conviction made him finally crack a small smile.

“Two of those.”

“We should come back here tomorrow,” Kageyama said, making Hinata chuckle at the finality of it because even though Kageyama was taller than him, he could clearly see the flush that was still burning his ears. Wait until everyone hears about this!

“Are you going to eat those?” he asked, pointing at the paper bag in his hand. Kageyama groaned.

Shit, I was going to leave one of the cinnamon rolls as a gift. Better luck next time.

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suraemoon · 2 months

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Rosie Rosenthal Headcanons

~Mr. and Mrs. Rosenthal Edition ~

🌹: Hi, Mrs. Rosenthal. Hope you’re doing well. How’s the hubby? These are some Rosie x Reader cute and domestic headcanons that cover some tiny details that make married life even more special

♥️: Fluffy fluff. If you’re feeling horny, stay to the end and I’ll help you, doll. Thats really it. Hope u enjoy.

Humming. He hums softly during the most comfortable silences, making them even more cozy. You could be reading a book on a quiet May afternoon, watching him work at his desk on a cold January night, holding hands while watching the August sunset from your balcony.

Whenever you’re singing a tune, he’s going to hum along with you

Can’t remember the name of that one Ella Fitzgerald song for the life of you? Hum it together until a namesake lyric pops into one of your brilliant minds. Followed by a “Ohhhh, you’re right. It is that one!”

A comfortable hum during the times when you’re crying on his shoulder, his hand rubbing your back in small circles, your cheek against the fabric of his grandpa sweater

Rosie’s blue eyes have always been one of your favorite features of his.

They are as vibrant as technicolor, always displaying so much emotion.

Looking into Rosie’s eyes is a constant reminder that as long as you have him, life will never again be sepia toned.

Rosie spoils you in the most nonchalant ways. Buying his wife a gift is never made into its own big event.

He notices how you eye a certain sparkling necklace while walking hand in hand by the jewelry store window? The next day, those same diamonds are lying on your vanity, waiting to be worn.

For some reason the flowers in the vase on the dining room table never seem to die? Hmm I wonder why.

Little do you know, those roses were replaced with fresh ones last night

Rosie buys beautiful bouquets of flowers as pink as his wife’s cheeks on a chilly day

Hides them in places you’d never look until the sun goes down to rest for the night and you are securely fast asleep next to him

As soft light floods through the windows in the morning, the glass of the vase creates a rainbow and the flowers sitting delicately on display look new as ever

Another small detail that your home would like an incomplete puzzle without?

Him and Hers plaid robes hang gently on delicate hooks behind the bathroom door

Technically, both robes were bought and owned by Rosie before he even met you

But they’re so damn comfy that they’ve become happily coparented between the two of you

Whenever your choice of robe starts to lose the distinct and comforting scent of your beloved husband, the two of you switch in order to replenish

A constant cycle of robe wearing

The record player is the most used and well loved item in the household

Soft jazz fills warmly lit rooms

Not much of a dancer are you? Rosie insists that the two of you slow dance to his favorite love song anyway

Don’t worry, it is not a game of skill. Maybe he hits a silly dance move now and then to distract you from the worry of accidentally stepping on his feet.

He spins you around like Prince Charming does Cinderella until both the rotating and romance makes you a little lightheaded.

He also loves a good candle. (Don’t we all?)

Not only for when he is trying to set the right mood for homemade dates at the kitchen table and nights full of lovemaking in your bedroom

but also to further enhance the warm and comforting atmosphere that fills any room that his love steps into

Cuddling in eachother’s warmth where the cold evening air of the bustling city outside cannot touch you

What else sometimes happens while you two lying in bed on a weeknight? Gossip.

It’s a safe space to talk about anyone or anything

When your little ones start school and the two of you join the PTA, the reason being not because you want to but instead having the “new parent” fear you were the only ones not in it. Do you regret it? No. The tea is unexpectedly piping hot.

“Remember how late we stayed up making those cookies after finding that bake sale flier at the bottom of her bookbag? Today, the Joneses went on and on about how they had a family recipe. Guess what?…their brownie container had a price tag, Rosie.”

Maybe a family member said something utterly ridiculous at the family reunion that you aren’t able to talk about until you’re in the comfort of your own walls

Something that even has Rosie uttering “Now if I was his wife…�� or “I don’t know about his mother but if my mother caught me doing that…”

A lot of “I can’t believe that happened” head shakes

A lot of “You were right about that, honey” nods in agreement

Rosie also takes the time to tell you about his cases. Him and his co-workers always act so professional but sometimes you need an outside opinion to confirm how ridiculous some people are.

That outside opinion is Mrs. Rosenthal sitting on the bed stirring a cup of cocoa

Speaking of drinks, Rosie likes his coffee black

You learn that the morning after you spend your first night at his

What else do you learn after that riveting first night? Your man fancies a bath. A warm bath after sex is only part of his phenomenal aftercare routine.

He puts oils into the water, massages your sore thighs, and wraps you in a comfy soft robe when you get out

You two don’t argue often but when you do? You hate to admit it but Rosie is usually right

Even when he isn’t right, he has you second guessing yourself because…he’s a lawyer and being a good arguer is part of the job description

He’s a “I need to get the last word in” kind of person, even if it’s just a snarky or sarcastic comment

You two always make up though!

Make up, makeout, and make love is always the order

My last thot for today…dad jokes

If Rosie is going to do one thing, it’s make you laugh

He’s goes out of his way to see your pretty smile as much as he can

Your sweet giggles can easily compete and win against the sparkling sound of wind chimes

Your laugh is as melodic as his favorite song. It *is* his favorite song.

He’s so good at dad jokes, you have to make him a father. That’s good logic, hm? I definitely think so.

They’re purposefully bad and cheesy. So unfunny that they’re funny and trying to hold in the laugh always fails.

Your husband’s a dork and you love him that way

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Thanks for reading! If you’re like “Excuse me ma’am, wheres the smut?” I know where to redirect you. All my dirty thots went towards my friend Marina’s (@precious-little-scoundrel) lovely post about Rosie. It’s so chef’s kiss. 110% recommend. xxxx 💋

#rosie rosenthal #masters of the air #masters of the air fanfic #mota #mota fanfic #mota fanfiction #robert rosenthal #robert rosie rosenthal #rosie x reader #rosie rosenthal x reader #robert rosenthal x reader #masters of the air fanfiction #mota headcanons #headcanons

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dizzyjelly · 8 months

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I Like You, You Idiot

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: you and your best friend Dina go out on patrol where she saves you from dying and you feel you’re not enough. Instead of revealing your insecurities to her, you keep quiet. Later that night she takes you to a party and make a drunken confession which has her freaking out the morning after.

Cw: drinking, fighting, shooting, guns, vomiting, very subtle sexual themes

A/n: so sorry guys this was supposed to be out yesterday but I got super busy! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

You were woken up by the sound of someone knocking- no pounding on your door. With a tired groan you stumbled out of bed, paying no attention to how you were dressed in your pajamas. Skimpy shorts and a white tank top that your nipples peaked through because it was fucking winter and terribly cold. Suddenly you were extremely aware of your clothed as you opened the door to see Dina. What was she doing here?

“Dina? W-what do you want?” You ask, crossing your arms to try and cover up a bit.

“Uh- nice pjs” She laughed, “didn’t Maria tell you? We’ve got patrol this morning. Get ready I’ll wait.” She smirked, her eyes traveling the length of your body.

Her gaze lingered in certain spots. Your thighs, your boobs. That kinda stuff.

“Shut the hell up. Come in, it’s cold.” You open the door wider and let her inside.

Dina accepted your offer almost immediately because she was freezing out there. She sat on your couch, already knowing where to go since she’d been at your place countless times before. You’re busy getting dressed upstairs while she waits for you. You come back all nice and ready, getting your backpack on.

Dina lead the way to the stables, greeting the stable boy Jack. He smiled at her, his eyes roaming over her body. It pained you to watch them interact as he had such an obvious crush on her, but she seemed to ignore it. Which you didn’t understand. Anyways, Jack informed her that there was only one horse available for you and Dina. Some kind of horse flu was going around and the others were busy.

She thanked him and got said horse from its stable. You let her get on first, then climbed on the back. At first you’d been hesitant, but after reminding yourself that as her best friend you’d literally cuddled, you wrapped your arms around her waist and held on tight. You interlocked your hands where they met at her stomach, and she lead you guys to the path that would take you to your patrol building. After a little bit you decided to break the silence.

“Why don’t you go out with Jack?” You asked her, genuinely curious.

“Um what?” She laughed, you felt her body shake with her laughter, “what do you even mean?” She asked in return.

“He obviously likes you Dina. I mean who wouldn’t..” You mumbled the last part, hoping she didn’t hear it.

“Oh, well I don’t care. I like somebody else.” She responded confidently.

You couldn’t help it as you felt a bit disappointed. Sure it was good she didn’t fancy Jack, but she liked someone. Was it bad you hoped it was you she liked? You’d been best friends for years now and in all that time you managed to develop a crush on her. Then again, she was so charming and beautiful. Of course you liked her more than a friend! But she’d never know, not for the time being at least.

The two of you arrived at your patrol building, making sure your horse was settled in a comfortable area before going to fill out the patrol form. Dina signed both your names and nothing else since you hadn’t come in contact with anyone, or anything, yet. There was a couch in the area, so you decided to sit. Dina didn’t take long to join you, sitting close to you.

As you sat beside her you began to wonder about who she liked. Your mind went to a few different people, some she’d mentioned and others you just suspected. Dina was quiet too. Why, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t really care, better for you to think. After a few minutes Dina stood and said she had to use the bathroom. You told her to be careful and she told you not to worry. You sat and continued to think in peace, but not for long.

You felt your nerves shoot up as you heard some clattering, and not in the direction Dina had gone. Immediately you stood and took out your gun, glancing around the room for any signs of someone or worse, something. Just as you were about to turn back around, somebody shoved you hard enough to knock your gun from your hands. You yelped as you were now pinned to the ground by a rather large man, who had a baseball bat in his hands.

You struggled underneath him, hoping to get your pocket knife and stab him literally anywhere. But it wad no use, he had been sitting across your torso and trapping your arms all at the same time. So, after realizing you could not save yourself you started to scream and yell for Dina. Just as you were sure this deranged man was going to swing his bat right across your face, he was shot right in the head and fell backwards off of you. You could barely breathe as you scooted away and stood quickly. You gasped as you ran into Dina while backing away, she held you in her arms as your breathing was fast and irregular.

“Are you ok? Y/n?” She asked, her tone laced with concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” You had trouble answering since your breathing was so erratic, but you managed.

You nuzzled your face into her neck as your head rested on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your back as she kept watch for anyone else who might show up. After you caught your breath the two of you explored to make sure nobody else was coming. Then you sealed off the building so no one else could get in. You were sat on the couch with your head in your hands. It wasn’t the first time Dina had to save your ass, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Every time something like this happened, you felt terrible.

Like you weren’t good enough. You’d never been an amazing fighter like she was, you were good sure. But that’s it, just good. Meanwhile Dina was fucking phenomenal. Dina pulled away from you with a small smile and motioned for you to go sit on the couch. You did so and spent the duration of your patrol feeling guilty. She hadn’t picked up on your mood change, which was expected since you’d come to be good at hiding it. It was time to leave and you let Dina fill out the patrol notes, after that was done with the two of you got onto the horse and made your way back to Jackson.

Once you returned, Dina got the horse into the stables and had another conversation with Jack. You stood and watched as they conversed, she seemed to be more harsh towards him this time. Not as polite as usual. You wondered if it had something to do with what you said earlier, and it probably did. After she finished speaking to him, she turned around to walk you home. But you were already gone. Your house was really close by so it didn’t take you long to get there. Once you had, you started to get unready from patrol then headed upstairs. You’d just been setting out your things to shower when there was a knock at your door.

With a sigh, you walked downstairs and answered it. And who else would it be, it was Dina of course. Coming by to check on you.

“Hi, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.” She smiled brightly at you.

“Uh, fine. Why?” You chuckled, holding onto the door as you crossed your other arm over your stomach.

“You seemed pretty shaken up and I don’t know- I’m your best friend I can tell when somethings up.” She tilted her head with a shrug.

“Look I’m fine, it’s-“ for a moment you thought about opening up about your insecurities, but you didn’t, “it’s nothing, ok?” you sighed, hoping she won’t continue to pry.

“Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll leave it alone for now. You wanna go out, do something fun?” Dina asks with a smirk.

“I was going to shower, but maybe after?” You squinted and she nodded.

After that you let her inside and told her to just make herself at home. While she did so you headed back upstairs and into your bathroom. Your clothes and towel were set out on the counter, all nice and ready. You turned on the water and waited while it warmed up, then you got in and did what you usually do. Your shower was shorter than usual since you were trying to rush because Dina wanted to go out. You used a hair dryer so you wouldn’t look like a mess then went into your room to put sneakers on.

Dina smiled as you returned downstairs, all ready to go. She said there was some party going on at one of her friend’s places. It sounded like fun, so you walked beside her as she led the way there. The both of you arrived and as you walked in you watched Dina greet people she knew with hugs and smiles. You always admired how she was so affectionate with her friends like that. She offered to get you drinks and you accepted, making your way to the living room.

Dina returned shortly with your drinks, standing next to you then taking your hand to go and converse with some people she knew. One of them being Ellie, who you knew as well. You weren’t as close to her as Dina was, but you two got along. As you watched the way Dina talked to Ellie, you thought maybe Ellie was who Dina liked. It wasn’t a crazy thought by any means, they had known each other for a long time and there was no doubt that they were close. Maybe you were her best friend, but then what was Ellie?

The party continued and everyone was enjoying themselves, as well as getting rather drunk. You were just tipsy, as you weren’t in the mood for a ragging hangover tomorrow morning. You stood by yourself while you watched as Ellie and Dina shared a joint. There was no denying they looked like more than friends. You sighed as you set your drink down somewhere, then went to the bathroom. You didn’t really have to go so you just washed your hands then stayed there for a few minutes.

Once you exited the restroom, Dina was outside waiting for you. You gave her the best fake smile you could, but she saw right through you. Just like she said earlier, she was your best friend, she knew when something was up.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked, crossing her arms and giving you a smug smile.

“Do you… like Ellie?” you asked, looking at her as you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Ellie?” She burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, “oh my god, no! I don’t like Ellie..” She sighed.

“Oh, ok.” You chuckled.

“Y/n you are one of the most oblivious people I have ever met. Come here, I have a secret” She giggled, waiting until you leaned closer to hear and her lips were right at the shell of your ear “I like you, you idiot.”

She pulled away with a smile and you were blushing deep as you giggled. You were pretty surprised at her confession, but she was clearly drunk. That didn’t matter though, because she liked you. And she said she liked you. Dina rested her hands on your shoulders as she swayed to the sound of the music. You smiled in admiration as you rested your hands on her waist, biting your lip slightly as you watched her.

Dina seemed to be unable to help herself as she leans her body into yours. You feel her chest press against your own, causing your breath to hitch as your grip on her waist tightened. Slowly, she began to kiss at your neck. You let out a sigh as your head fell back with pleasure, Dina laughed at the effect she had on you. But, you came to your senses. She was drunk, you weren’t as drunk, but you were a couple drinks in.

“Take me home..” She whispers against your neck, her voice was needy and her warm lips were on your neck again in seconds.

“Dina.. no. You’re drunk, come on. I’ll take you home but just to make sure you get there safe.” You sighed as you pushed her away from you, keeping a safe distance.

Dina pouts grumpily and sighs. She mutters an angry fine then leans on you as you walk her home. It’s not exactly easy to deal with a drunk Dina as you’ve come to learn, but you managed. You helped her up to bed, turning away while she changed shamelessly because you were already uncomfortable enough. Finally she’s in bed and of course asking you to join her. You decline, sleeping on the floor instead to avoid anything you might regret in the morning.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Dina vomiting in her bathroom. With a sigh at your headache, you rush to sit by her side and hold her hair back. You breathe through your mouth as you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail and rub her back soothingly. She groans, flushing the toilet after she’d done and resting her head on the toilet seat. You grimace at this, lifting her head with your hand.

“Come on Dina, that’s gross.” You look at her as she blinks slowly, eventually just keeping her eyes closed.

“I know, I don’t care. What happened last night?” She asks, rubbing at her eyes.

“Well you drank like a lot, uhh you smoked a joint with Ellie and then I took you home.” You left out the most exciting part of the night, hoping she wouldn’t remember.

“Oh shit, yeah! You thought I liked her, man that was-“ she stopped and her eyes opened wide as her mouth fell agape and she stared at you, “oh my god..” she spoke quietly, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

Obviously, she remembered the secret she shared with you last night. Immediately she stood and walked away from you and into her room, where she started to pace. You followed and watched her as you sat on the edge of her bed.

“Dina, it’s ok, seriously!” You tried to convince her, but she wouldn’t buy it.

“No, no it’s fucking not! I-I ruined everything. We’ve- we’ve just been friends for so long and I care about you so much. My god how am I so stupid, I can’t believe I told you. I’m sorry. I’m just sorry. I don’t wanna lose you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the s-“ her words were cut off as you stood and pressed your lips to hers.

It wasn’t a great kiss, she tasted faintly of her liquor from the night before and a bit sour. Dina sighed into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on the back of your neck. You smiled, your hands coming to rest on her lower back. Your forehead now rested against hers as you let out a small laugh, she was just smiling so big and moved her hands to hold your face.

“That’s so gross, I was just sick.” She chuckles.

“I don’t care. Dina, of course I like you too.” You smiled.

You looked forward to what your relationship would come to next.

#dina woodward #dina woodward x reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x reader #dina x fem reader

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ferretrade · 2 years

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Skybridger Week Day 2: Mistaken Identity (this one is... not as well executed as I wanted it but I don’t have the energy for something long sooo)

Luke points his blaster at the intruder. The man looks only slightly inconvenienced; his fingers twitch like he wants to reach for a weapon before he reconsiders.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Luke asks.

The night is dark and the alley they’re in, three houses down from the one Luke is waiting to approach, is even darker. The man, who slipped into the alley in a hurry, nearly bumping into Luke as he did, is close enough that Luke can make out his face in the dark.

"Jabba the Hutt," he answers with an unsettling grin.

Luke huffs, trying not to look amused. "Wow, Jabba, you look good considering you’re dead."

The man blinks, almost brightening at the comment. "Well, sometimes death doesn't really stick," he supplies cheekily.

"Who are you really?"

"Fine." His demeanor turns serious, but his eyes don't. They glint dangerously. "My name is Luke Skywalker, I'm here on very serious Jedi business. Top secret. Super dangerous. Can't tell anyone."

If Luke had more sense, he thinks he would stun this liar now. But this is… a unique opportunity. And there's something charming about him (Luke can practically feel Leia smacking his head, lecturing him about not playing along with criminals because they're charming or attractive). Still.

"That's impressive," Luke says, lips curling towards a smile. "But how can I trust you?"

"Well, I have one of these, don't I?" He pulls a lightsaber hilt from his belt and, oh, that makes things a lot more interesting. Was it his or did he steal it like Luke's identity?

Unwisely, Luke lowers his blaster. "I suppose you do."

Something in Luke wants to play this out. Besides, the Force would warn him if he was in danger, right? He doesn’t feel any ill intent from this stranger.

And, after a moment, they have bigger things to worry about. There's a clatter of noise from down the street that attracts both their attention.

"Karabast," he swears under his breath. "They're here."

"Who's here?" Luke asks, wide-eyed. There are two dark figures approaching the house Luke was guarding and now he feels ill intent. Whoever they are, they're the threat he was waiting for.

"Inquisitors," He says, moving already. "Stay out of the way."

Luke watches, frozen for a moment, as the man pulls out his lightsaber and twirls it around. So that answers the question of whether he stole it or not. Definitely not.

“Following me, again? I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me.”

The Inquisitors pull out their lightsabers and start in on him.

“You know what we’re here for,” one growls. “Leave now or die.”

“Heard that before,” he scoffs back. “And yet, I’m still here. Not as powerful without the Emperor behind you, huh?”

Lightsabers clash, and Luke watches for a moment as the man fights off two foes at the same time. And then Luke charges.

“What are you—” the man cuts off when Luke wields his own lightsaber, eyes wide for a moment. (Luke can’t help enjoying surprising him.)

“Helping.” Luke supplies with a grin, parrying a blow. It only takes a moment for them to start fighting in sync, ending up back to back as they hold off the Inquisitors.

Just as quickly as it starts, the fight ends and the Inquisitors are down.

The door to the house whooshes open, Leia runs out, baby in arms. “What the kriff, Luke?” she whisper-yells. Truly her most terrifying form of anger. “You said we’d be safe here.”

But Luke can’t really focus on her, his eyes caught on the stranger who seems to be here to protect his nephew just as he is. A Force user. An interesting one—a handsome one. And one who is going through a series of shocked emotions.

“Luke? As in—”

“Yeah,” Luke grins, before Leia snaps at him again. “You are safe, aren’t you? Threat neutralized.” He smiles his best smile as Leia glares. “Go back inside, Lei. I don’t think anyone else is coming, but I'll keep guard. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Luke leans in to give her a half hug, making sure not to crush his nephew. He feels Leia’s tension melt away, just a little. “Ben’s safe,” he says softly. “No one’s going to take him.”

Leia finally agrees with a nod before she disappears back inside.

“So. Luke Skywalker,” the man hums, his gaze appraising. From the grin on his face, he approves.

“And you are?” Luke matches his grin. “Don’t tell me—it really is Jabba?”

His smile turns a little sheepish and he lifts his hand in a wave. “Ezra,” he finally says, and Luke can tell he’s being honest. “Ezra Bridger.”

“Oh.” Luke blinks. “I’ve… I’ve heard of you.” Everyone talked about Ezra back in the Rebel Alliance, and he’d worked with General Syndulla before. He didn’t know much, but he knew enough.

Ezra nods, a little impatiently. “Yeah, yeah. Not dead, disappeared for a while, now I’m back.”

Luke raises an eyebrow at all that. Something to unpack another day, maybe. “Well, I hope you plan to stay.”

That seems to surprise him again and Ezra grins sharply. “Is that an invitation?”

“It could be,” Luke decides, voice playful. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. It feels a bit like he’s about to jump off the edge of a cliff, but he likes it. “It does seem like we’re on the same side. I wouldn’t mind a partner.”

“How about, when all this is over,” Ezra waves around vaguely, meaning something between the bodies they need to deal with, the night they have in front of them, and the explanations they owe each other. “We start with a drink?”

His smile and response are easy. “I’d like that.”

#skybridger #skybridger week #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #look ezra never outgrows using outrageous fake names #he's absolutely going around the galaxy telling people he's luke skywalker #abp fic

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ladykailitha · 10 months

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Royal Pain Part 16

Hello, darlings! I wanted to get this to you before I got too busy and forgot. My birthday is on Monday and I'm having a party on Saturday that I'm preparing for today, tomorrow, and most the day Saturday. I hope to get something out during that time, but I might not be able to get it up until Sunday.

Also I found out I was accidentally tagging @chaoticlovingdreamer twice! I don't think it did anything, but it was funny it took me this long to catch on!

Speaking of tagging, it used to be easy to tag from a copied list, just click on name, select drop down, move on to the next. But for some stupid reason I can't anymore and have to delete the last character in their username to get it to pop up. Is anyone else having this problem or is it just my life deciding to make it more difficult again?

Today for your enjoyment: communication, drunk Robin, and soulmate bonding!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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Eddie crowed inside when Steve blushed at his comment. “And for record, sweetheart, I could see us tangled in your sheets. Not just the hot sex but everything before and after. All I’m asking is to take it slow.”

Steve gulped. “I’ll go at whatever speed you need, Eds. Honest. You set the pace.” He gave Eddie’s hand a squeeze. “And if you change your mind tomorrow, I’m down for that, too. If you decide we’re better as friends, I’ll be your best friend, okay?”

Eddie smiled. “I think Jeff and Robin might take offense to that.”

Steve laughed. “Nah, nah, Robin is my platonic soulmate, that’s separate from best friend.”

Eddie grinned. “I guess Jeff is more like family then a best friend. All the guys are.”

“There you have it,” Steve said smiling at him, merriment sparkling in his eyes.

They walked hand in hand all the way the way to the Rainbow High Club. They were forced to let go to flash their IDs, but they stayed close to each other, blushing and smiling at each other every time they caught the other’s eyes.

Chrissy’s eyes lit up. “How have I never heard of this place?” she asked, trying to take in as much of the sights as she could all at once. “It’s amazing.”

“Who’re the DDs tonight?” Robin asked, gleefully rubbing her hands together.

Steve, Gareth and Mandy all raise their hands. Eddie pouted.

“Stevie, you’re not drinking tonight?” he whined.

Steve laughed. “I’m working on your tattoo tomorrow, sunshine. I am not working on you hung over.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Now that Eddie and Steve knew where they stood with each other, that last barrier of tension vanished between them. They were laughing more freely. Touching more readily. Just having a blast knowing the potential for more was there waiting for them when they were willing to take that step.

Steve knew where the line in the sand was now and cranked up the charm to eleven. Just being a gentleman.

Eddie ate up the attention like a sunflower in summer following the sun. He felt that last bit of worry just clatter to floor like a chain coming off of a worn gate after so many years being locked away.

Jeff and Mandy ate it up on the dance floor, pulling Gareth with them as they got the shyer man to come out of his shell a little bit.

Brian even managed to get the DJ to play a little metal. Steve sipped on a Coke and laughed as he watched his friends get silly on the dance. He had barely finished his drink when Robin grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

He cussed her out but she just kissed his cheek and told him to move his hips for fuck’s sake.

His dancing was terrible, but he let himself join the crowd and sway to the beat.

Eddie said in his ear, “You know in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ being a bad dancer meant you were bad at sex.”

Steve snorted. “Seriously?”

Eddie nodded. “So you know I’ve got to ask...”

“No, trust me when I say I tango better in bed than out of it,” Steve said with a giggle.

“You got receipts for that, big boy?” Eddie asked, dropping his voice low, startling a gasp out of Steve.

His giggle turned into a full on laugh. “You want a list of my very satisfied exes?”

“And their phone number,” Eddie teased back. “If you’re going to win me over Casanova, I’m gonna need references.”

“I think I can handle that,” Steve said in total seriousness.

Eddie pushed him away, a laugh stuttering out of him. “Get off, you menace. Jeez!”

Steve backed up, giving him the space. “You started it.”

“Sorry I forgot you were Mr Charm Everyone’s Panties Off in high school,” Eddie said rolling his eyes.

Steve chuckled. “I’ve still got it, I just don’t date much because I have to run a shop.”

Eddie leaned back in. “And honey, I’ve got nothing but time.”

Steve grinned.

At the bar a blond man with legs for days and a cocky grin leaned against the edge of the bartop with his elbows. Ink peaked out of the black tank top he was wearing and he had piercings in both ears and a snakebite piercing on his lower lip. He lowered his sunglasses as he watched Eddie and Steve on the dance floor. His bright blue eyes glittered with malice, the grin never leaving his face.

Steve got a giggling Robin up the stairs to their apartment and into her bed. He pulled off her jacket and shoes and rolled her under the covers. She made grabby hands at him when he stood back up.

“I’m going to get ready for bed and I’ll be right back,” he told her.

She pouted, but let him go.

Steve made a mad dash to his room, where he threw on his pajama pants and a faded band tee and rushed back to Robin’s room.

“Where you go?” she asked with a frown.

He shook his head and climbed into bed with her. She immediately latched to him like some kind of possessive sea creature. Like a an octopus or a barnacle.

“Why did you surround me with pretty girls?” she wailed. “All the pretty girls all at once.”

Steve snorted. Mandy and Chrissy were not ‘all’ by anyone’s stretch of the imagination.

“Mandy has a boyfriend,” he gently reminded her.

“Did you know she did ballet?” Robin whisper-yelled. “That’s why she has such long legs and great tits.”

“Yes, I was there when she told us,” Steve soothed.

“And Chrissy was athletic, too!” Robin continued. “Cheerleading is scary hot.”

Steve huffed out a small laugh. “What does that even mean?”

“The...” she made a weird motion with her hands, “and the woo...” she threw her arms in the air, “and the ‘yay!’ That’s scary.”

He rolled his eyes. “The tumbling?”

Robin hit his arm over and over. “That, that! Yes. And the hot is the uniform. Have you seen the uniform?” she growled.

Steve laughed. “I was in basketball, yes. You know one of the two sports that has cheerleaders?”

“The skirt is itty-bitty,” she slurred, putting her hands together as close as they would go without touching. “And no sleeves! Bare midriffs too. And and the cute little socks!”

“Can’t forget the cute little socks,” he agreed.

She slapped his arm again, this time harder. “And don’t you dare try to change the subject. I see you.” She pointed at her eyes and then at him, nearly poking his eye out.

“I didn’t change anything,” he muttered, “you started talking and haven’t stopped.”

“I saw you run the bathroom after the concert, gig, thingy...” she frowned. “What is it called the every day one not the tour-y one?”

“Gig,” Steve said gently.

Robin slapped his arm again. “Don’t change the subject!” she hissed. “You got hella horny watching your boy sing!” She threw out her arms and did hit him in the face that time.

“Yes,” he agreed. “I will be better prepared next time we go.”

“You have the hots for Eddie,” she said leaning in close.

But before Steve could answer, Robin was out cold. Her low tolerance for alcohol knocking her out at last. He carefully untangled himself from her embrace knowing that her drunken snoring would be like a buzzsaw in his ear if he slept in her room.

He pulled his shirt off and slipped into his own covers a smile on his face.

The next morning he had coffee and the greasiest breakfast sandwich he could find ready for his platonic soulmate when she staggered out of bed and into the kitchen. He handed her a small glass of water and painkillers, which she took under his watchful eye.

“I feel like I should hate for this,” she muttered into her steaming styrofoam cup.

Steve grinned, knowing full well that if laughed, she would straight on murder him and he really didn’t want to go yet.

“Also, don’t think you dodged the talk about you rushing to the bathroom after the show,” she grumped. “Because that was a bit pervy even for you.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he chowed down on his own less greasy sandwich. “I was totally unprepared for how hot he was that close up,” he snarked.

Robin raised an eyebrow. “He did seem particularly out to get you with that little number he was wearing last night.”

“Seriously,” he agreed. “But I’ll know better next time, plan ahead, sit behind the table.”

She giggled.

He propped his head on his hands, elbows planted on their counter. “But enough about that. I want to talk about two lovely blondes making goo-goo eyes at each other all night.”

She pushed his arm causing him to almost smack his face into the counter as he lost the support.

“Shut up,” Robin hissed. “She did not make goo-goo eyes at me all night. I would have noticed.”

Steve laughed. “I noticed you didn’t deny making goo-goo eyes at her.”

She blushed, and took a sip of her coffee to hide her embarrassment. “She’s so pretty and smart and how I am suppose to win her over when she so far out of my league.”

Steve came over and grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands. “Robin Eloise Buckley you are just as beautiful and smart and talented as she is. Just in a different way. I know right now you’re feeling morose because you have a hangover. So trust me in this moment, you are every bit as awesome as she is and if she doesn’t see that then we say?”

“Fuck that?” she whispered.

“I don’t think I heard you,” he said cocking the side of his head so he could tilt his right ear her direction.

“Fuck that,” Robin said with more conviction.

“There you go,” he said and gave her a fierce kiss on the forehead. “Now what I want you to do while I’m gone is watch the ‘Pride & Prejudice’ mini-series with that tub of Ben & Jerry’s I know you’ve been saving and when I’m done I’ll grab Chinese from that favorite shop on the corner, okay?”

She set the coffee down and gave him a fierce hug. “You’re the best soulmate a girl could ask for.”

Steve squeezed her back. “Hard same.”

She laughed. “You are such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork.”

***

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talkfastromance4 · 10 months

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we might just get away with it–Bradley Bradshaw (Electric Touch oneshot)

Just One Time Masterlist

Warnings: smut, protected sex, slight dirty talk

Word count: 2.7k

Authors note: this won’t make a ton of sense right now but this is based off real events in my life and writing them down helps me. I wanted this little teaser to come out though so you can get a sense of the story.

Reblogs mean the world and I’d love to know what you think!

She adjusted her outfit for the twelfth time and checked her hair in her long floor mirror. Her make-up was as perfect as she could get it, she was lotioned up in her favorite scent and spritzed her most expensive perfume on. Now it was waiting time.

Her phone buzzed in her hand several minutes later, his name lighting up and electrifying her heart. Just like a dozen and more times before. She opened the notification.

“Here.”

She gathered the blankets she promised to bring. Her fingers smacked the light switch and she moved quietly through the townhouse so as to not wake her roommate, snatched her keys, and ran out the front door. She’s met with the muggy summer night air and a few cold raindrops splattering on her cheeks as she runs towards the bright headlights.

When she pulled open the door, his cologne swept over her and it transported her to when she was nineteen. One look at him also took her back in time, he had the same boyish grin and warmest brown eyes she’d ever seen when he’d pick her up for a date all those times before.

“Hey,” Bradley greets. His voice still had that same deep gravel to it and it brought her back to the present.

“Hi,” she smiles and climbs into the seat of the Bronco.

Cool air from the vents blew her hair and she settled the blankets at her feet. Her body was electric as she buckled up and when she turned to look at him, he was already looking at her.

“How’s it goin’?” he asks and pulls out of the driveway.

“Oh, ya know,” she shrugs, tossing her hands in the air.

“Yeah, I get it,” he chuckles and settles into his seat. “So, where should we go?”

“You’re sure your place is off the table?”

“Yeah, Penny would kill me.” He licks his lip, eyes glancing at her and the way she’s leaning toward him. He rests his elbow on the console so their arms brush.

That same electricity they shared years ago was still there, it was inevitable.

“Right…um…”

“I do have to get gas first, otherwise I’ll have to make a very awkward phone call for back-up,” he teases. “Don’t want anyone else to see you naked in the back when they pull up.”

“I think we’d have enough time to change,” she laughs.

“Been too long, sweetheart,” he shakes his head letting his fingers stroke over the wheel as he takes a turn. “I don’t want to pause for anything.”

Heat rushes to her cheeks. He’s always had a way of undoing her and her stomach tightens at the anticipation of him doing it again. Even after all these years, she’s still dazzled by his charms.

They drive around catching up about jobs and life and old memories they’ve shared. How he tells the story about taking her to the hospital, how his mom spotted them at the end of their driveway that one night.

Bradley vents a little about his ex as well. She listens intently, a frown forming as he explains what he endured for the last several years. She always thought he was happy when she’d check his social media posts; he had a family of his own, two little girls and living his dream of flying just like his dad. He seemed happy.

But his recollections tell otherwise as he explains they always, always fought.

To hear he was miserable in the relationship made her heart ache because she’s thought about him everyday for the last seven years. If she wasn’t the one to make him happy then she wanted him to be happy with someone else and now that wasn’t the case.

Could she have made him happier?

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about my ex,” he shakes his head after pulling up to the gas pump.

“No, it’s okay,” she shakes her head, “you have to let it out. I don’t mind.”

When he got out to fill up, he kept the door open and leaned against it to stare at her. She stares back, cheek in her hand and a demure smile on her lips. The pump guzzles to a stop and he removes it and hops back in. As he pulls out, she asks about his girls and loves the way he talks about them. He really loves his daughters.

They’ve been driving around for another ten minutes.

“At this point I’m tempted to get a hotel room,” he snickers then takes a left.

“Me too, honestly,” she sighs.

They share a smile but then he pulls out his phone.

“Hang on…I know a place.”

As he’s looking down, the car veers to the left side of the road.

“Woah, hey!” she places her hand over his on the steering wheel moving them back in the correct lane.

“We’re fine, no one else is on the road,” he grins.

“We’re trying to avoid that and the cops could be out, you don’t know!” she says and he just laughs. She rolls her eyes. “Still the same Bradley.”

He pulls into a wooded area off a backroad that is covered in darkness. His lights shine on a small trail and a large wooden board full of park notices. He cuts the engine then looks at her and the backseat that is completely spacious, he shoved the seats back. He reaches for the blankets by her feet and crawls in the back.

“I feel like a teenager again,” he says and spreads the blankets down on the floor.

“Same,” she giggles watching him. “We keep each other young. Wow, there is a lot of space back here.”

“I know, you coming?” he asks, eyebrows raised.

She kicks off her flip-flops and climbs over the seats to join him. He removes his shirt quickly and she marvels at the sun-kissed tone of his skin and muscles that cover his whole torso. Another smile is exchanged and then it’s lips on lips, fingers tangling in hair.

He lays her down on the floor, his body heavy as he covers her, her legs opening at the precise time so he can slot in between her thighs. It’s a practiced dance they’ve danced so many times and have perfected. His kiss transports her back in time because he kisses her the way she remembers.

Bradley’s hand moves down her hip just as her nails scratch at his shoulder.

“Don’t mark me up,” he mumbles and pulls back. “I have the girls tomorrow and they’ll ask why Daddy is scratched like a cat.”

“I’ll try not to,” she pouts, “but you know me, I can’t really control myself. Can I bite?”

“Little nibbles,” he allows with a nod. He kisses her, tongue sweeping into her mouth. “I mean it, no scratching.”

She growls a little and he laughs then pulls back even further, his fingers tucking into her shorts. She lifts her hips in a wordless answer to his unvoiced question and he pulls her shorts and panties off together. They’re tossed carelessly behind him.

“Remember, go slow, it’s been a long time,” she reminds him as he yanks off his own shorts.

“How long?” he asks reaching for a condom from his pocket.

“Too fucking long,” she shakes her head.

“C’mere,” he sighs and kisses her again. He keeps himself braced with one hand on the back of her seat as the other slips between her legs.

His middle finger teases her slit, the pad goading inside her with each stroke. Her hips lifted each time his finger went in a little further, and he smiles against her mouth. He removes his hand and then it’s near the corner of her mouth. She turns her head to suck on his finger, salivating on it so it’s nice and slick.

When he’s satisfied he dips it inside her effortlessly but she still arches slightly at the feel of his finger. A quieted gasp escapes her and Bradley pumps his finger in and out languidly. Each insertion has her getting wetter and more turned on.

“So warm and wet for me,” he coaxes softly.

“Mhm,” she agrees absently. She focuses on his finger hitting that perfect spot, a spot that has been neglected for so long.

“Can’t wait to sink my cock into you,” he continues with a routine curl of his finger inside her.

“Please,” she whispers.

He pumps his finger a few more times before he tears the condom open and rolls it on. He spits into his palm, strokes himself twice and bends over. She opens her legs again and he nudges the tip against her folds.

“Slow,” she gasps, nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. Bradley nods and he concentrates as he takes his time.

It’s a new but all too familiar stretch as he enters her, the further he pushes the better it feels and when Bradley’s fully sheathed, she lets out a loud gasp. Her head is tossed back at being filled with him again.

“God, you feel the same.”

Bradley smiles and slowly pulls out before plunging back in, she moans at the contact. He does that technique a few times as she continues to adjust, noting how she feels the same as well. A dozen memories float to the forefront of his mind from other endeavors they’ve shared together. In his old truck, at his mom’s house, at Mav’s house, the shower.

He’s hypnotized by her moans, adores the way she bites her lips to try to keep quiet but it does nothing. He’s always loved how vocal she is, it spurs him on to keep her making those noises.

“Right there, right there,” she mewls. One leg rests along his seat so he plunges in deeper and her hands fit perfectly on his waist to guide him where she needs him. “Faster.”

“Yes ma’am,” he grunts and fucks her at a quicker pace.

Her hands are all over him, another thing he’s loved and missed. She moves with him easily, nails scraping lightly over his skin until they’re back in his hair pulling him down on top of her. She gives him a sloppy kiss that turns into her biting on his lower lip from pleasure.

“Talk to me,” she pants.

“You take me so well, baby,” he grunts. “So tight and warm for me. Take this cock so good.”

She mewls again and Bradley’s body ripples at the sound, he closes his eyes to concentrate. He lifts up her shirt, tweaking at one of her nipples before watching them rock and bounce with his motions.

“There, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she gasps and tilts her body back.

Bradley moves faster and deeper, her wetness leaking out of her, a telltale sign that her orgasm is nearing and he’s thankful because he’s not sure how much longer he could last. It’s been a long time since he’s had sex as well. He tucks his face in her neck, grunting with each frenzied thrust.

“‘M gonna cum,” he mouths in her ear and she shivers.

“Cum for me,” she whispers. Her lips graze his neck, nails pressing into his skin as she rocks her body up into his. When she moans loudly that’s when he loses it and spills into the condom.

His breathing is ragged, spots form in his eyes as he releases his orgasm and then he pulls out, pulsating on top of her. Her breath is hot, their skin is hot and a little sweaty. As they come down and their hearts settle, he hears a heavy rain on the windows.

When he’s caught his breath, he lifts his forehead from her chest to see her lick her lips. Her eyes are still closed.

“Wow that felt good,” she sighs, head rolling to the side. Her eyes open slowly, glossy and blissed out post orgasm.

“Yeah, it did,” he agrees and pushes himself off her. It took more control than he thought to pull away. But this is part of their routine.

He stares at her laid before him, half naked and glorious just like so many times before. It always was so easy with them, their bodies fit well together and knowing what the other liked/wanted was innate.

“You okay?” He huffs watching her as she breathes deeply to gather herself. “Are your legs shaking?”

“No,” she smiles lightly then opens her eyes. “No offense, it wasn’t that long to do that.”

He snorts. She’s always felt comfortable telling him how it is straight to his face.

“Next time we’ll have a bed and we can switch it up,” he suggests.

“That sounds nice. My head kept hitting the door.” She sits up then exhales, fixes her hair.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve brought a pillow for you.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been sore before,” she shrugs then sighs.

“These are yours,” he hands her shorts and panties to her.

They dress quickly and silently, the rain pelts on the truck and then Bradley moves to the front seat again and she’s still slipping her bottoms on.

“Damn, it got hot in here fast,” he sighs. The truck turns on and the air conditioning fans over him.

“We should’ve kept the car on,” she climbs into her seat.

“We definitely would have attracted attention then. All set?” he asks when she buckles up.

The talking continues as he drives back to her home, another thing that’s always been easy with them. They can talk about anything. He vents about his ex again, how she relies heavily on Bradley’s income but doesn’t trust him entirely with the girls.

“You know the sailboat Penny has?” he asks stopping at a red light.

“Yeah, we snuck on there one night,” she grins.

“Well, earlier this week was the first time I’ve had the girls on there with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and they loved it. My youngest has no fear, she loved it. And the oldest stayed by me the whole time but she’s a Daddy’s girl,” he smiles.

“I’m sorry, you grew up on that boat and know how it works.”

“Yeah, we fought for quite some time before she finally agreed I could take the girls on it,” he sighs.

“Can I ask what you fought about so much in your relationship?”

“Anything really. We fought so much it started to affect the girls and that’s when I realized it wasn’t worth it to stay with each other if it was affecting them, too.”

“Yeah, that’s not good.”

The light turns green and he drives again, a comfortable silence settles between them. Until…

“It would have been easy if we raised kids together,” he says.

She looks at him. He’s looking at her and they share a moment. A moment of what could have been, maybe even what should have been.

“Honestly,” she breaks the silence, “I always thought if I were to get pregnant with anyone, it would have been with you.”

When he pulls into her driveway, he parks and they remain talking. Conversation flows easily, both of them making each other laugh. More memories are exchanged until he lets out a big yawn.

“I’m sorry for keeping you up so late,” he says.

“It’s fine. I miss talking to someone.”

“I do, too. It’s been a while since I had a decent conversation like this.”

She stares at him, his brown eyes lit up violet from the light of his radio screen. There’s a hole in her chest that’s been vacant and being with him, even for a short while, has filled that spot.

“I should get going, you probably have an early day tomorrow,” she says then grabs the blankets.

Bradley watches her fold the blankets together. They talked about things he’s always wondered about but there’s still a million more left unsaid. She gathers them in her arms and pockets her phone in her shorts, sighing as she stares at him.

“I’ll make sure you’re inside before I drive off,” he says softly.

“Okay.” She opens the door.

“y/n.”

She turns.

He blinks. She blinks. Then he stretches over the console to slot his lips against hers. Some of the things left unsaid transferred in that kiss, and they both understood it.

“Thank you,” he says when the kiss ended.

“Thank you,” she whispers and slips out of her seat and into the night.

They give each other one last look before the door closes and she runs inside. Both of them are left wondering if rekindling this old flame will break their hearts or bring them back to life.

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babiebom · 7 months

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Hey! Hope you're having a great week!

I'd like to make a request about harvey and witch!reader (GN) who gifts him potions or invites him to do little rituals.(stuff like that)

This could be HCs or a little oneshot or whatever you're comfortable with!

(If that's too much, sorry/gen)

🦉-

A/N: you wanna know something funny? I wasn’t gonna announce it yet(as if anyone cares lmao) but I’m planning on doing musical inspired fics and the very first one I’m writing is about witch!reader(gender neutral) x Rasmodius! So you were literally in tune with me about the reader being a witch lmao. Also I hope you’re having a great week(and all the great weeks for forever) too!!

Tw:Witchcraft? Some stuff may be inaccurate I do not practice witchcraft at all so I am very ignorant. Cursing. A sexual mention (not bad or graphic I promise it’s just a lil jokey joke.) 1 mention of the war going on in the game.

Wc: 17 bulletpoints (i think) 0.6k for the oneshot

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I personally think that Harvey has no experience AT ALL with witchcraft and magic or anything.

His experience is that he has watched scary movies with witches, and has seen every single episode of Charmed.

So he’s not really scared, just wary, especially since there is an actual Wizard that lives right outside of town.

So when you start becoming friends and you tell him that you’re a witch and partake in witchcraft he’s very….

I literally cannot explain without using an emoji I hope y’all can see it it’s just 😃

Like he’s literally like “hmm okay guess that’s something that’s part of my life now”because he likes you so much

If it was anyone else he would’ve been sorta like…that’s something I’m not comfy with

But with you he’s like “yeah okay I guess I can deal with this”

The first time you gift him a potion he is very confused like wtf is this for

You’re like “hehe it’s to help you have more energy🥰”

He is VERY HAPPY with how well it works and the fact that you made the potion taste GOOD

Like the medicine he sells in the clinic for energy tastes like absolute ass and he never takes it himself.

But you literally gave him a solution

Also a potion to get rid of insomnia(at least temporarily)

He is all for it especially since it’s you teaching him.

He actually allows you to sell your potions in the clinic for certain things like helping Granny Evelyn deal with her bad knees and arthritis.

Actually in love with you, and he has decided that even if you used a love potion on him he wouldn’t care at all.

The moon is slowly rising in the night sky by the time Harvey can lock up the clinic to head to your farm. He’s nervous, he has been to your place before, yes, but this is the first time you’ve invited him to be a part of a ritual that you’re doing. He doesn’t know what it is specifically, while on the phone you were very playful and vague. It takes him an hour to get to your place, he walks briskly, the wind whipping his hair around.

The closer he gets, the more his heart pounds and he feels the urge to turn back and go home. It’s not that he’s scare of you, in fact he trusts you with his life, he just is anxious about the ritual and what you have to do. His phone buzzes in his pocket the second he stops and he sees your name pop up.

Farmer: don’t you dare turn around.

i’ll turn you into a frog if you do.

okay i won’t but hurry up and get here.

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, and how you knew that he was getting cold feet. Harvey sends a reply and continues walking. This night is going to change his life, he knows it.

He knocks on your door, bouncing on his feet as he waits, too cold to just stand there. You open the door, and he is hit with the smell of what he thinks is cinnamon, and the warmth of the inside of your home. Your smile is so bright that he insults himself internally for even thinking of turning around.

“You’re here!” You grab at his arm to pull him inside, helping him take off his coat to hang it up. “I thought you would’ve changed your mind.”

“Never, not when you invited me.” You send a soft smile his way while leading him to your bedroom. He had never really been in it before, only seeing it from the living room or hallway when he’s passing by. It makes his heart thump so loudly that he fears that you can hear it.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…what kind of ritual is this?”

“A sex ritual.” He chokes on his saliva. You invited him to do a sex ritual? He thinks for a second that he doesn’t think that you were at that point yet, but he isn’t mad at it, he wouldn’t oppose it if this is really what you want to do.

“A sex ritual?”

“Yeah,” your eyes shine with mischief, “to make us super horny, totally. We’re gonna summon an incubus.”

Harvey can’t stop his eyes from widening at your words. “O…Kay?” You laugh loudly at him, doubling over and wheezing, your eyes closed in delight.

“I-“ you almost fall to the ground still laughing hard. “I’m joking! We’re doing a ritual to make sure that the beginning of next year will be good for everyone, and we’re doing a second one to protect the valley from monsters, especially with the war going on.”

He lets out a loud breath, sort of relieved but also sort of disappointed. He really did want to see you summon some sort of sex demon, it would be really funny now that he thinks about it.

Taking his hand, you grin as you pass him some ingredients. As you begin to read off how to do the ritual, he decided then and there that he has to ask you on a date, and maybe to do a ritual to make sure that the date goes well, he’d regret it if he didn’t.

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I’m Willing to Wait for It. (Part 1)

Aaron Burr x f!reader

Set 5 days before the Battle of Long Island. Reader is a spy working for Washington.

There’s an upsetting lack of Burr x reader fics out there, so this is my contribution to the cause.

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The young men from the army were a common sight to see, crowded up in the taverns near the docks in New York Harbour. Raucous, pissing themselves and unashamedly eying up the ladies passing by, they were a sight not to behold. You weren’t expecting to stay for long with such company if you could help it.

Brusquely you made a short circuit around the bar, eyes searching the room, but failing to find the familiar face of someone you were meant to meet with here.

Wolf whistles and the occasional lewd commentary followed you as you found yourself a little nook away from the larger crowds where you could wait for your friend. He had a habit of being late after all and you had time to entertain yourself with watching the antics of those solider boys parading themselves about like peacocks.

From the other end of the room, Alexander Hamilton and his friends John Laurens, Lafayette and Aaron Burr watched you with interest. You were new in this establishment which meant that you were an opportunity.

“Say, where’s Mulligan when you need him?” Lauren’s exclaimed. “He’d be kicking himself if he weren’t here to try and talk such a lovely lady into his bed.”

“I daresay that leaves her fair game to the rest of us then. She holds herself gracefully, I bet she must come from money.” Hamilton jokes.

“Who is she and what family does she belong to? I’ve never seen her before.” Burr questioned with intrigue. He gazed over toward her, and somehow, as if she could feel the heat of his eyes on her, she picked him out from the crowd and returned his stare. It was not a stare of charm, or abashed chasteness that greeted him, but more titillating, it was calm and assessing. His first instinct was to turn away in shame, but his experience made him hold her gaze and respond with a light smile. This was his chance.

“I have absolutely no idea either, but maybe you might care to tell us when you two have a little heart to heart over there, Burr? Looks like someone’s caught her eye.” Hamilton cheekily announced to their circle.

“Oui, you should move quickly mon amie, before another one gets the chance to talk to her!” Lafayette was always the brilliant optimist of their circle, pushing people to try their hardest in all sorts of situations even if the odds were against them.

Although Burr was quite sure that the odds would be in his favour this time.

“I’ll be taking my leave tonight then, gentlemen!” He said as he excused himself from the group.

Weaving around the crowded room, toward you, you saw the man who you locked eyes with was fast approaching. Aaron Burr, you noted. You knew of him and his genius predisposition as well as his status as a young man of growing influence. But you also knew from many accounts that he was an opportunist and a rake.

“Excuse me, my lady, I couldn’t help but notice your exquisite face from afar, may I know what sweet name belongs to a beauty such as yourself?” Without a moment more, he smoothly takes the seat opposite you before anyone else can.

“You speak so kindly, Colonel Burr, my name is Y/N.” You responded in neutrality, you would be waiting otherwise and you supposed that a little flirting wouldn’t hurt in the meantime.

“Ahh, I see that you know of me.”

“It’s hard not to when you’re living in New York. The gossip is always rife.”

“What brings you here tonight? It is unusual to see such lovely woman here alone.”

“I’m here for business, and I’m waiting for someone to arrive.”

“Business? A client?” Burr raised his eyebrows in surprise, was she an escort?

“Business related to the war effort.” You corrected with a blush, realising the misunderstanding.

“Ahh. I must ask what side of the war you are on then.”

Before you could answer again, the shadow of Hercules Mulligan, your contact, towered over Burr.

“Burr! I’m not surprised to see you here, and I see you’ve just already acquainted yourself with Miss Y/N.”

The look of curiosity crossed Burr’s face. How on earth did you know Mulligan? And what role did you play in the revolution?

At the arrival of your contact you relaxed, and without further ado, you turned to your admirer and began to shoo him off. “Mr Burr, I’m afraid Mr Mulligan and I will be discussing some things in private tonight, but it was lovely to meet you.”

“Burr’s a good friend, Miss Y/N and I’m sure he won’t let anything from this conversation leave our little circle, will you, Burr?” Mulligan countered, he must have trusted Burr a lot to let him in on the secret intelligence mission you were working on.

“Of course not, anything said here tonight stays between us.”

This was not the protocol you followed. But you knew Mulligan enough to know that he chose his friends carefully and that he would never invite someone that he didn’t trust to engage in such a sensitive conversation.

“I trust your judgement Mr Mulligan. Bring up a chair then and we’ll get started.”

Over the next hour you gave him explicit details on the movements of the British army that you had gleaned over the course of the week. Things that you were absolutely certain of and plans that were yet unconfirmed. Your position was unique in that it allowed you to move between the American and British side of operations without being questioned.

You were employed to teach the children of a long string of British officers who had started their families in colonies which put you in an advantageous and secure position to gather intelligence for the revolutionary cause. After all, the way to a parent’s heart is through their children, and nobody asks questions of a teacher who is adored by their kids.

“…and there will be an attack, five days from now that there is to be an attack on New York harbour and Long Island when the British fleet arrive. They’re expecting 10 line ships, 20 frigates and 170 transports. 32,000 men.” You said quietly.

“My god. We are unprepared for such conflict.” Mulligan exclaimed, flabbergasted by the revelation. Burr said nothing, although the colour drained from his face immediately. It must be hard to be in his shoes, you thought. The responsibility of leading these men to battle must weigh heavily on him.

You nodded, deep in thought. It would be a bloodbath. How many of these young mirthful men would be here again to tell the tale in 5 days time when all was said and done? Many had never even been in battle before.

“Is that everything you have to report today, Miss?” Mulligan started up again after a brief silence at the table.

“That’s everything.”

“Thank you for the information, I’ll be passing it on to General Washington as soon as I reach him tonight. Hopefully there will be aid for us or another way to defeat the British when they arrive.” Shaking hands with you, he took his leave, but not before turning to Burr. “You should be grateful we have a good spy network. Y/N is one of our best, you should thank her in advance for saving your ass.” He chuckled, clapping his friend on the shoulder before slipping off into the night, leaving the two of you alone again.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t quite the direction you were expecting tonight to take, was it, Colonel Burr?”

“Please, just Aaron. And no, it wasn’t quite what I was expecting, but thank you all for your service to the country.” He bowed his head in newfound respect and awe for your work.

“I could say the same for you. Aaron. You responded with a smile. You tested the name, it was certainly less of a mouthful than ‘Colonel Burr.’

“And I also trust that you will keep my position a secret from your friends?”

“They will be none the wiser, you can trust me.” Burr assured you.

“Thank you. I should be heading home now that Mr Mulligan and I have finished up. Your company tonight was most welcome and flattering, Aaron. I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your night.”

“It would be my absolute pleasure to walk you home if you’d like. The streets here are not the safest at night and at the very least, maybe I can provide you with some entertaining conversation to pass the time.” Aaron pleaded.

“I wouldn’t be opposed, but I don’t want to deprive you of the company of your friends.”

“I don’t think they’re expecting me again if I’m being honest.” He said coyly.

Uh huh.

You fought hard to not wrinkle your nose in disgust at his suggestiveness. They were not wrong when they said he was reliable with the ladies. You absolutely were not going to be offering him tea and biscuits when you got home.

“It is late, and I won’t be able to offer you room and board at my home.” You warned him.

“The pleasure of walking with you is more than a reward for me.”

“Shall we get going then?”

#aaron burr #aaron burr x reader #burr x reader #hamilton the musical #hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #john laurens #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #Hamilton

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instantbreadcupcake · 9 days

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Okay, once again, I have started a one shot and I need someone to tell me it is worth finishing

It is completely unedited so beware of any typos

Wolfstar Fic Hogwarts Era

It takes James five minutes to realize none of them are eating. Sirius is angrily tearing pieces of toast and smearing jam on each piece individually before tossing the bread back onto his plate. The bites he does take linger in his mouth too long like he’s too lost in his fury to remember to swallow. James’ face can’t help but wrinkle in disgust when he takes a glance at his friend and sees the peak of the brown sludge his breakfast has become. James briefly worries Sirius is one unwanted bite away from spitting his food at Peter sitting next to him.

Part of James has sympathy for his friend who is cowering away from the eldest Black. The other half feels the same resentment Sirius is so obviously exuding. Peter had once again flaked on their plans to spend the full moon with Remus in their animagus forms. After years of work and studying, they each had finally gotten the magic down perfectly. Peter was the most recent Maurader to successfully turn into his animagi form and remain in it for longer than a couple minutes, but he had yet to accompany them on a full moon. In October, he used the excuse of being unsure he could maintain his form long enough. Last month, he had coincidentally gotten detention with McGonagall for a prank gone wrong and who knows how long that could take.

“You lads go on without me,” he assured. “And I’ll catch up as soon as Professor releases me.”

Sirius had narrowed his eyes at Peter but did eventually leave without scolding the younger. But the moon rose and fell without any sign of the rat named Wormtail. James met up with Peter at breakfast, angrily questioning what happened. Peter explained that by the time his detention was over, the moon was already up so he decided it may do more harm than good for him to show up.

James scoffed, “We made promises, you made a promise to your friend to be there.”

Peter actually looked taken aback by James’ disappointment. “I kn-“

“No.” James interrupted. “You know how Remus feels about his condition, you know how ashamed he is. You don’t think he can tell his own friend is afraid of him?”

Peter looked down and actually looked ashamed. “It’s just you and Sirius are so much bigger than me, you can protect yourselves.”

“If you were actually present, you’d see you don’t have to worry about protecting yourself,” James responded.

They were both silent for moment before James spoke again. “I can’t save you from Sirius.”

Peter’s head snapped to attention. “Is he angry?”

“What do you think?” James snapped.

This would turn out to be untrue. James was Sirius had harbored some anger towards Peter due to his absence but the full moon had gone so smoothly, Remus had been back with them by lunch time. He was paler and pallid with dark circles under his eyes but he was there and he was grinning. James could tell Sirius had forgotten anyone else besides the sandy haired bookworm existed, therefore forgetting about Peter’s betrayal.

That had been a month ago. They were in December now and the full moon had not been as kind on Remus this time around. Moony had been shockingly aggressive, nipping at Padfoot’s ankles and chasing Prongs so long James feared he wouldn’t stop. Not to mention the damage he had inflicting upon himself. There were too many scratches for James to catalogue and too much blood for him to even begin staunch the bleeding. Sirius had been frantic, quite literally beside himself. So much so that it had jarred James into action. He had quickly cast a couple healing charms to hold over until they could get Remus to Madam Pompfry. Typically, the boys waited for the healer witch to retrieve Remus herself in order to keep their animagus escapades a secret, but this go around there had not been time. Sirius and James carried a still bleeding, unconscious Remus all the way to hospital ward. Madam Pompfry had startled a bit before directed them where to lay their friend down and begin the healing process. Sirius had argued quite feverently, James had even saw his teary eyes, but they had ultimately been ushered out once the headmaster had arrived. James had to pull Sirius away from the outside of the door to ensure they wouldn’t be late for breakfast or their first round of classes. Sirius had begun cussing Peter before they had even made it back to their dorm room to change and had resorted to a hateful silence by the time they met up with their missing friend in the Dining Hall.

Peter had started to greet them as normal but quieted once he noticed Sirius’ foul mood. He did continue to look longingly at the jar of jam Sirius was purposefully hogging from him.

James couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he cleared his throat. “Everyone have their Charms work to turn into Flitwick?”

Peter brightened at the engagement, considering it an olive branch.

“Finished it this morning, mate,” he said. “Even had extra time to review, found some mistakes I had rushed over last night.”

“Rushed?” Sirius asked, finally looking up at Peter. James briefly gulped, knowing there was no way Sirius cared about the quality of Peter’s Charms essay. His eyes were hard and piercing, his lips pulled up in a snarl. “Why were you rushing?”

“We-,” Peter started, confused.

“It’s not like you didn’t have bounds of free time last night,” Sirius remarked sarcastically.

#fanfic #fanfiction #the marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #james potter #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #wolfstar #peter pettigrew

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How the TS gang feels about Vere

(The Alchemist.) When everyone disperses and you have to choose who to follow.

Asking about Vere.

You follow Ais.

MC: I was surprised to see you and Vere are close.

Ais: Mm. Blessing and a curse.

MC: From what I’ve gathered, most people think he’s… I don’t know. An asshole?

Ais: And water’s wet.

I wait for him to elaborate or add his thoughts, but he doesn’t.

MC: So, what do you like about him?

He lets out a quiet laugh, as if amused by my question.

Ais: Lotta things. You already named one.

MC: You like that he’s an asshole.

Ais: Temperament matches the drapes. Look good in blood and better in tears.

Favorite thing’s the tail. Sometimes, it frizzes up if you –

He catches himself, clear his throat. It’s hard not to let the disappointment show in my expression.

Ais: Vere is one of the most honest people you’ll meet. Just don’t listen to a single thing he says.

Those sound like complete opposites to me.

You follow Kuras.

MC: How do you know Vere?

Kuras visibly stiffens, and I remember the venom in Vere’s voice when he grabbed me.

“That fucking doctor.”

It looks like the feeling is very mutual.

Kuras: Regrettably, Vere is one of my worst patients. How did you cross his path?

MC: He stole my room key.

Kuras: You are fortunate that he did nothing else.

He is far deadlier than he seems. There is a reason he is not at liberty, a reason for the collar and chain.

He seemed pretty dodgy to me already. I hesitate, waiting for Kuras to elaborate, but he seems to find even the thought of Vere distasteful.

You follow Leander.

MC: What do you know about Vere?

Leander shakes his head slowly, his expression grave.

Leander: Vere. A living example of the Senobium’s cruelty.

Most days they keep him on a short leash. I’m surprised you ran into him.

So, tell me, what’d you make of him?

—OPTION SELECT—(Select "I want to know him more")—

MC: I want to know more about him.

Leander: Wouldn’t we all. He’s mysterious, and not just because the Senobium keeps him locked up.

The way they treat him…it’s just not right.

MC: Do you know why he’s a prisoner?

Leander: Nobody knows. He’s been imprisoned for as long as anyone remembers, but whatever he did must’ve been awful considering the punishment.

He’s charming, but like any Monster he’s dangerous. If you ever seen him out hunting, you’ll know what I mean.

Leander swirls his glass, choosing his next words carefully.

Leander: Don’t fall for his looks. He’ll rip your throat out for fun.

—OPTION SELECT— (Select "He’s rude")—

MC: Is he always so rude?

Leander snorts, but a smile tugs at his lips.

Leander: To everyone but Ais.

If Vere’s ever since to you, you should take that as your hint to run.

MC: Why would the Senobium let someone so dangerous hang around in bars?

Leander: As long as he gets his job done, they don’t care.

And I mean, I don’t mind having him around. He can be fun, and he’s got a real…presence.

MC: What exactly does that mean?

Leander shrugs and laughs under his breath.

Leander: He’s nice to look at. Mouthy, but his tongue’s the least dangerous part of him.

You follow Mhin.

MC: How did you meet Vere?

Mhin’s face scrunches like they’ve just bitten into a rotten lemon.

Mhin: That perverse fleabag jumped me during Fogfall. So I stabbed him and left him in the futter where he belongs.

My heart thuds hard in my chest. Their voice is icy with disgust; the night air feels warm by comparison.

Mhin: It’s only a shame it didn’t stick. I suppose I’ll just have to keep trying.

I swallow hard, a sour feeling twisting in my stomach.

MC: I take it your opinion hasn’t changed?

My voice comes out a little shakier than I would like.

They glance at me, and a flicker of something – guilt? – flashses across their expression, before it’s buried by irritation.

Mhin: He fucks with people for kicks, every sentence out of his mouth is either crass innuendo or a conceited putdown, and whatever he’s done is bad enough that the Senobium has him on a leash.

There are Monsters living on every other street. He’s the only one who needs a muzzle before he’s taken out for a walk.

Belatedly, I close my mouth.

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #thoughts on vere #vere #ais #kuras #leander #mhin

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Scarlett got me kicking my feet in my air and giggling like a high school girl. Tbh she probably could glare at me and I'd go "hehe oh my god stoooop 🥺😊" and the fact she'll only be nice to the MC when we romance her??? Hand in marriage, can't wait to make my mc oblivious to any of her ice queen act and instead be head over heels like a fool while everyone else is like "ayo?" <3

Scarlett would find that behavior quite puzzling at first, but she’d slowly grow to find it cute. A facet about your MC that’s endlessly charming. As the romance progresses you’d definitely see Scarlett gloating about it too— in her own way. Putting an almost possessive hand on your shoulder when someone makes a comment about it, an icy arch to her brow, as a saccharine smirk tugs her lips upward. It would be the beginning stages of her realizing that you’re hers, and she’d be damned if she didn’t make it official. (Even if it’d take her a bit to get to that stage of actually claiming you.)

She becomes the sweetest of all beans for the MC once romanced though. She’d burn the world to the ground if it meant keeping you by her side, wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that’d try to harm you, while, in the same breath, would trace nonsensical patterns on your back as she holds you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, promising you eternity and then some.

I can already imagine various scenarios of the MC reigning Scarlett back once she’s romanced:

The crowd is bustling within the small café situated in the quaint town of Avalon, a place that had been established upon Aurelian’s founding. It’s a place you’ve visited multiple times, it being the closest town to the school, and the familiar aroma of coffee, cinnamon, and a tinge of smoke, is a welcomed one.

“You know what I think?” Blake remarks, a leftover crumb from the pastry they had just demolished, having shoved the rest of it into their mouth when the rather lively debate, as you’d like to call it, between themself and your girlfriend began to grow a bit more heated, falls from their lip.

“There’s actually a brain between those ears of yours, Herrera?” Scarlett intones, faux shock written across her face, the arm wrapped around your shoulders tightening. “I can’t quite believe it.”

Blake sneers. “Hardy har har, Beauty Queen.” Violet eyes shift towards you, a small pout tugging their lips downward. “Your girlfriend is being mean to me, Anon. Do something.”

“Do not bring my beloved into this insipid debate.”

“I’ll bring whoever I want into this. I’ll even bring Esmé as a character witness.” The aforementioned waitress, who had been headed towards your table with refills, turns around, partially due to not wanting to get involved and because of the glare that Scarlett had leveled towards her, and quickly disappears back into a throng of incoming patrons. Blake’s pout grows even more because of it. “That’s textbook witness intimidation, Voltaire, and I won’t have any more of it!”

Scarlett arches an elegant brow, clearly unimpressed with your best friend. “Do you wish for me to feel sympathetic to your plight?” She leans back, tugging you closer into her side. “I don’t believe I can, I find this all quite amusing in fact.”

“Anon!”

With a soft sigh— both due to your best friend’s pleading gaze and at the situation in general— you turn towards Scarlett and place a delicate kiss to her sharp jawline, nuzzling closer to the familiar scent of roses and something darker, sultry in a way, that you still don’t know the name of. A soft purr rumbles within her chest due to the action, the reaction eliciting a smile in response from yourself.

“If you play nice, Scar,” you murmur, pressing closer to your girlfriend. “I’ll let you do that thing you like when we get back to your room.”

Scarlett turns darkening eyes towards you, a predatory gleam striking a wave of heat straight to your core, but the low growl that’s intertwined within her smooth voice causes a shiver to rush down your spine. “And if I don’t, my heart?”

You pout, taking a page out of Blake’s playbook. “Then I’ll be upset.” Another light kiss is pressed to Scarlett’s jawline. “Please, baby, for me?”

At your genuine request, Scarlett immediately softens and places a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Anything.”

For a moment, as you stare into the luminescent green of your girlfriend’s eyes, you forget about the world; about Blake, about the other inhabitants of the café, about everything. It’s just you and Scarlett.

Until, of course, your moment is interrupted.

“How in the hell do you do that?” Blake whines, crossing their arms over their chest. “That’s totally unfair. Do you think maybe you could get her to foot our bill too?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t push it, Blake.”

#midnight sun #asks #ro: scarlett voltaire #ro: blake herrera

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rose-pearls · 11 months

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Sparks Fly

Summary: you meet Ron 'Slider' Kerner at Top Gun and fall for him but maybe he doesn't feel the same, or does he?

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 (open for every fandom)

Part 2

Having a father in the Navy was something that other people could relate to, but your father being Viper was something else. Your mother and father had gotten married quite young and after a little boy you came two years later making your father swear that he would protect you from every single stupid boy.

Much to your mother despair and fondness your father had made you sign a contract, saying that you wouldn’t date anyone until you were at least forty. You had smiled at him with chubby cheeks, only three years old, while your dad helped you sign the document before putting it away as if it was the uttermost important document.

You had kept that promise over the years, never dating anyone in high school and going to prom with your friends. At some point you believed you would never meet anyone that would make your heart speed up and your cheeks burn red.

That was until you met Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner at Top Gun in 1986.

Your father had forgotten his lunch, again as your mother would say, and here you were walking around the Top Gun hallway towards his office. Everything had been going according to plan until you crashed against a hard chest, barely able to stay upright and holding the lunchbox.

An arm went around your waist to hold you stable and as you looked up your eyes met mischievous blue eyes, the man was tall, extremely tall and handsome. You had always wondered how the Navy managed to get every single handsome man on this planet.

“I am so sorry.”, you whisper shily, and the man smiles turns into a smirk.

“No worries sweetheart, I’m glad you are alright.”, you couldn’t help but blush at the way the handsome man was still holding you and seemed to be giving you his whole attention.

“Slider! We need to go!”, you hear someone yell and the man, Slider apparently, turns around to nod at the man before turning back towards you with a charming smile.

“Well, duty calls. Maybe I’ll run into you again.”, he says, and you try not to blush at his smirk before he squeezes your waist and let’s go of you. Your legs feel like jelly, but you manage to stay upright as you see him walking away towards the deck and joining a blond man that was looking at you slightly confused.

“There you are.”, you hear your father say as he comes behind you and you try not to jump out of your skin at his sudden appearance, hoping that he didn’t saw that.

“What do you say about eating lunch with me and Jester?”, your father asks, seemingly obvious to what train of thought you are going to.

“Sure.”, you manage to say, still looking at the spot where Slider had been.

Your father leads you towards his office but as you walk there you can only think of one thing, you couldn’t wait to meet that man again.

You weren’t necessarily proud of trying to get Slider’s attention but it’s like you were addicted to it, the man was like a magnet, and you couldn’t stay away. This led you to being more often at Top Gun, leaving the house while ignoring your mother’s knowing gaze. The man itself was still as handsome as when you met him, always a smirk on his lips when he saw you.

He had seemed surprised when he had asked your name during one of your talks and you told him you were Viper’s daughter, but he quickly shook it off and continued talking to you. You had met his pilot, Tom ‘iceman’ Kazansky, who at first glance seemed cold just like his call sign but once you got to know him, he was an absolute sweetheart.

The rest of the Top Gun class had gotten to meet you too, and you couldn’t help but laugh when Wolf and Hollywood tried to hit on you before starting to argue with each other. Goose was probably the sweetest, always a kind smile and a honking laughter while showing you pictures of Bradley and Carole. The woman in question had immediately started talking with you and you couldn’t help but enjoy her company, talking about everything that was happening.

“Be careful.”, she tells you once when she catches you looking at Slider a bit longer than you thought.

“What do you mean?”, you ask, feeling confused at her warning.

“Men in the Navy they aren’t all good men, some go from one woman to another.”, she says softly, and you want to tell her that she is wrong, however you know that she is right. Men like Goose were often an exception.

“I will, however I don’t think there will be something happening.”, you tell her, a sad smile on your lips as you see Slider talking with a beautiful blond woman.

“I’m not saying it won’t ever happen, just protect your heart.”, she tells you and she squeezes your hand making you smile at her.

“Ladies! What do you say of a volleyball game tomorrow at the beach?”, Goose says as he arrives, wrapping an arm across Carole’s shoulder and bringing her close.

A bright smile appears on Carole’s face at Goose’s words, and she looks at you with a hopeful glance.

“I wouldn’t want to impose.”, you try to say but Goose and Carole scoff at your words.

“Nonsense! You are coming with Bradley and me, and we are going to enjoy our day at the beach looking at handsome men.”, she says before shooting you a wink. You can’t help but smile at Carole’s words, before Goose let’s out a dramatic gasp.

“You look at other men?”, he says loudly, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics, Carole rolling her eyes before bringing him into a loving kiss.

“Me? Never!”, she says, and Goose pretends to look at her doubtful before turning towards you and telling you what happened today.

The next day you had been ready to go to the beach before Carole called you to tell you that she would be arriving a bit later as Bradley had been a bit difficult that morning. You had tried to tell her you would wait on her or come pick her up, but she had quickly told you that you should already go and enjoy the sun.

You didn’t know why you felt nervous, there was a sense of dread that you just couldn’t place but you ignored it and told yourself that everything would be fine. The boys had welcomed you with open arms and you had been getting closer with Slider, maybe today would bring out something good.

There weren’t a lot of people at the beach when you arrived, families leaving to most likely find something for lunch and avoiding the hottest part of the day. You decide to go and buy some water when you realize you had forgotten it, but just as you get around the corner to buy it you hear some voices.

“And is your girlfriend coming today, Slider?”, you hear someone say teasingly, and judging by the voice it’s Wolf.

“She is not my girlfriend.”, Slider says, and you can already see him rolling his eyes.

“Common, she comes practically every day to see you and if she doesn’t, she comes at the club. I’m pretty sure you have a fangirl Kerner.”, the words make your stomach turn and you feel slightly sick at the words coming from Hollywood’s mouth.

“It isn’t my fault if she is obsessed with me, I mean could you blame her?”, Slider says cockily, and you feel disgusted at the words.

“What are you going to do then?”, a voice says, calmer than the others and you recognize Iceman’s voice.

“What do you mean?”, you can hear the confusion in Slider’s voice.

“The girl has clearly feelings for you, so are you going to do something about it?”, there is a silence after Ice’s question, and you feel your heart beating faster at the question.

“Listen, she is a sweet girl, but she is quite clingy. If she is already like this when we are not in a relationship, imagine what would happen if we got together. Plus, I prefer to be single and do anything I want, I haven’t gotten to see every option out there.”, Slider says, and you can hear the boasting, Hollywood and Wolf laughing at his words and agreeing with him.

“I understand you, wouldn’t want to get stuck with that type of girl, always clinging to you and never letting you breathe. She also seems a bit desperate.”, you don’t even know who says it, you just feel sick like you are going to throw up.

It feels like someone has punched you in the face, you aren’t able to breathe as the words turn around and around in your head.

‘Clingy, desperate.’

You don’t know how you manage to get to your car, but you do and try to calm down your ragged breathing but instead tears well up in your eyes.

Maybe you had been delusional, believing that Slider could be interested in you, believing that the pilots appreciated you. You feel stupid, Carole’s words coming back to bite you in the ass, and you try to stop the tears from falling down before starting your car and going home.

You can see your mother already preparing lunch, you knew that you had to find some stupid excuse as to why you weren’t at the beach. Taking a deep breath, you look at yourself in the small mirror of your car, there are tear streaks on your cheeks, but you quickly wipe them away and take a deep breath. You deserved better than this and you weren’t going to continue talking to people that thought that low of you or made fun of you behind your back.

There is a smell of fresh bread when you enter the house and you try to keep your head cool, knowing that your mother was going to ask some questions.

“Sweetheart? I thought you were at the beach what happened?”, you hear your mother say and as you arrive in the kitchen, seeing her there with a worried frown you can’t help but burst into tears.

In an instant you are in her arms, holding you tight as she whispers comforting words. You hold her tight, just like you did when you were little, after a nightmare.

“Am I clingy?”, you whisper after a moment, the tears have stopped, and you are just left feeling tired.

“You aren’t, you care about people. That is what makes you an incredible woman.”, she says before looking at you with eyes filled with honesty.

“Why?”, she asks after a moment and you shake your head, you couldn’t tell her what happened.

“I’m sorry I just – I can’t talk about it right now.”, you whisper, and she nods softly, a knowing smile on her lips.

“You know what always helps? Ice cream and Dirty Dancing.”, she says with a mischievous grin, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Isn’t it nearly lunch time?”, you ask her, and she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Rules are made to be broken! Now, let’s put on our pajamas, put on dirty dancing and eat some of that Ben & Jerry ice cream that your dad pretends to hide.”, she urges you upstairs and you can’t help but smile at her actions and quickly you find yourself side by side mouthing the words to the film and music while eating the whole tube of ice cream.

Your father comes from work a couple of hours later and looks at the both of you surprised, before his eyes narrow at the sight of the empty Ben & Jerry container on the table.

“Was that my ice cream?”, he asks, hands on his hips and you can’t help but laugh softly as your mother tries to look innocent.

“We needed a bit of girls time.”, she says, like it answers all of his questions, and your father rolls his eyes before a soft smile appear.

“What do you say of some pizza?”, the both of you yell in excitement and Viper laughs in answer before going to find the takeout brochure but your mother stops him.

“Why don’t we go to our little Italian restaurant, it has been a long time since we’ve been there.”, she looks at you with raised eyebrows, looking unsure but you nod in agreement.

“Let’s get dressed up fam!”, you say before getting up towards your bedroom, ignoring your father’s muttering under his breath.

Half an hour later you find yourself with your parents at the small Italian restaurant you have been going to since you were a little child. It was exactly what you needed, spending time with the both of them and forgetting about everything that happened. You couldn’t really forget it, deep down you knew it but at this moment you just enjoyed the time with them.

“Could you bring this to your father? He forgot it this morning.”, your mother says, his lunch in her hands. Although a week ago you would’ve jumped at the idea of going to bring your father his lunch, you now felt dread.

Carole had called you the next day, wondering where you had been, and you had just told her that there was something that came up. She had seemed unsure but had let it go before telling you about Maverick leaving to join their instructor, Charlie. She was now leaving to go back home, and you hoped that you would be able to stay in contact with her, without seeing the flyboys.

“Can’t you bring it to him?”, you ask, unsure at the question and your mother looks at you like you have grown a second head.

“I thought you liked to bring him his lunch, the past weeks you were jumping at every opportunity to bring him his lunch.”, you try to avoid her gaze and look at your pancakes, but you knew she wouldn’t let it go.

“Does this have to do with why you were crying last week?”, she says after a moment of silence, and you let out a sigh.

“Forget it mum, I’ll bring dad his lunch.”, you say quickly before finishing your pancakes and taking the lunch box, ignoring your mother’s worried gaze.

Top Gun hadn’t really changed much since the last time you came and after a pep talk in your car you tell yourself everything will be fine.

You seemed to be lucky as you arrived at your father’s office without meeting anyone.

“Thank you for bringing it to me.”, he says with a happy smile, and you smile fondly at him.

“You know I’m starting to think you are forgetting them just so I bring them.”, you say teasingly and your father smiles at the words.

“I wouldn’t dare to do that.”, he says but you know that he does it, if only to be able to see you when he has a long night of work.

“Well, I better get going, I’ll see you at home?”, you ask and your father nods in answer before turning back towards his papers.

The hallway is desert when you leave the office, and you think for a moment that you will get away without meeting anyone before someone calls your name and you mutter a few curses under your breath before turning around.

And there is Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner running towards you.

“Hi.”, he says slightly breathless, and you try to smile as you usually did but the smile is forced, even you know it.

“Slider, hi.”, you say, not knowing what to do as the RIO seems to be looking at you with worried eyes but you ignore it, knowing that you are just imagining it.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you around this past week.”, he says, looking unsure and you look at the wall next to him before turning back towards him.

“I’ve been well, a lot of things to do. Plus, wouldn’t want to be clingy, right?”, you ask sarcastically but Slider looks at you in surprise, like you have stricken him.

“I- I”, he tries to say something, but you ignore it.

“Anyway, I need to go, good luck on your hop today.”, you tell him before turning back and walking back towards the parking, leaving the stuttering pilot behind.

You manage to nearly get to your car before a hand on your arm makes you turn around.

“Let me explain.”, he says, slightly breathless from running after you.

“I don’t think there is anything to explain, you find me clingy, and you want to explore your options. That is completely normal, it’s not like we are together.”, you tell him, and he staggers back a bit at your harsh words, but he seems to recover quickly much to your dismay.

“I was just frustrated after a long hop and drank a bit too much, but I shouldn’t have said that.”, he tries to say but you cut him off.

“Yet you said it without thinking them through, words have an effect, and you can’t take them back just as easily as you said them.”, you tell him, pushing your finger against his chest as you talk, and Slider closes his eyes.

“Please just give me a chance to explain myself and to show you that I didn’t meant them.”, he whispers, and you shake your head.

“I don’t think I want to ever see you again Slider, not after how this all made me feel and because I know that I deserve better then to be treated like this.”, you tell him, and Slider looks at you with pleading eyes before coming closer to you.

“Please.”, he whispers softly but you shake your head in response.

“It’s done, not like we were ever anything to begin with.”, you say sarcastically, trying to keep your emotions at bay but you could feel the tears coming up at his glassy eyes.

“Please, just let me make it up to you.”, he begs under his breath, and you shake your head.

“It has only been a week and it has been hell without you, I can’t concentrate, I’m thinking of you all the time, wondering when I’ll see you next. I know I fucked up, but I don’t want to know a life where you aren’t there, these past few weeks have shown me how much you mean to me.”, he tells you and you close your eyes, willing the tears to go away but you know they aren’t going to.

“Stop. Please.”, you tell him, and you open your eyes to turn towards your car, he doesn’t try to stop you this time and you miss his touch just as you close the car. The only thing you see is Slider’s glassy eyes and a heartbroken expression, but you ignore it and leave, tears streaming down your face.

There is a knock on the door, and you feel confused as you look at the clock, your mother was out with some friends and your father wasn’t home yet.

You get yourself ready to tell the person that you aren’t interested in buying whatever they are selling but as you open your eyes you come face to face with Slider.

He looks like he has gone through hell and back, his eyes bloodshot and his hair sticking out in different directions. His hand is trembling, and he is completely wet due to the rain pouring outside. You wonder what has happened to put him in such a state.

“Slider?”, you ask softly, and he burst into tears at your voice.

You immediately take him into your arms, and he sobs loudly, holding you tightly, not caring if the whole neighborhood could see you.

After an hour or so you manage to calm him down, but he is still holding you tightly to his chest.

“What happened?”, you whisper, and Slider holds you even tighter, his head on your shoulder as you brush your fingers through his hair.

“There was an accident, Goose died.”, he says, stuttering over the words and you feel like someone had thrown ice cold water in your face.

“What?”, you can’t help but say and Slider tells you the story while you hold him tight in your arms.

“It’s our fault he died.”, Slider whispers and you shake your head in disagreement.

“That’s not true, you couldn’t have done anything.”, you whisper, and Slider is silent for a moment before looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry I know you never wanted to see me again, but I didn’t know where to go.”, he whispers shily, and you smile softly at his words.

“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s get you something to eat and a shower.”, you whisper before bringing him into the kitchen.

You had a lot of things to talk about but as you hold him close that night on the couch you can’t help but think that maybe things could be solved.

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

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