#or that time i was told I'm intimidating because i “walk fast and don't smile”
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Thinking about König
Mainly, thinking about his anxiety being like my anxiety. It's social anxiety but more than the "oh no, people, scary!" That people tend to generalize it as.
That's not to say that it isn't like that. Yes, people are intimidating, especially large groups of them. Or if you're being put in a command position. Or if you're in a position to be judged... Which is most situations. (Public speaking, especially for school projects is especially bad).
But it's not just shyness. It's also the aversion.
Walking through the halls, with a dead sort of stare. Not intentionally intimidating, but it's very much a resting bitch face, look at me and I'll kill you sort of expression.
Saying as little as possible to people he's not comfortable with.
"yes."
"no."
"I don't like that."
"I don't want to."
"we are not friends."
Staring so intently at people that it unsettles them.
"-and that's why I think... Why... It's... Is everything okay, Colonel?"
"Ja, why?"
"You're, uh... You're looking very intently."
"This is just how I look. Eye contact is important."
"uhh... Right, it's just... I haven't seen you blink?"
"I blink when you blink."
Like, yes, of course there are situations where he gets mousy voiced or sweaty palms. But not at work, no. At work he's able to conjure up, maybe not confidence, but something.
At a restaurant though? Speaking softly, making himself small, saying please and thank you after every sentence. It doesn't matter what the server does, he's always soft spoken and polite, nervous. If he asks for no pickles and they bring him his dish with pickles, he'll eat it. If he orders a chicken sandwich and they bring him a burger, he'll eat it. If he tells them that he has a deadly peanut allergy and they bring him a tub of peanut butter... He'll send that back, but he'll be polite about it.
"Oh, ja, I'm sorry, I... This isn't what I ordered. Oh, no, no, it's okay, don't apologize. I'm sorry. You're busy. It's fine, I understand."
Sometimes during mission briefs he will randomly growl and smack his fist on the table. People think he's mad at them and straighten up, stop sipping so loud, on their best behaviour. He actually just got mad at himself, remembered something embarrassing from his past.
He almost acts like a narcissist. Passes by a mirror, winks at his reflection: "How's it going, good looking?"
Makes jokes about being the pretty one. People think he's full of himself.
He actually hates himself but has replaced negative self talk with show boating. He doesn't hate himself any less, but he tells himself to kill himself way less often!
Always has some sort of plan. An escape route, a plan of attack. Watching the people around him nervously.
Sits in the back of the room so he can watch everybody. Sits with his chair pushed far back so he can stand quicker.
Glares at people who walk by. Gives their dogs heart eyes. Prays that the owners realize and ask him if he wants to say hello. He's too awkward to ask permission. And he's too angry looking for people to offer.
Represses lots of anger from incidents he feels he can't lash out in, goes batshit in training or on missions. (I used to do kick boxing, the gym people had to keep coming up to me and moving my punching bag back because I was hitting it too hard).
The kind of person to, when going to someone's house, immediately look for signs of a pet. If he finds it. The animal is now his best friend. Goes to a party hangs with the dog type of beat.
Thinks smoking pot would help him. But the idea makes him nervous. Which he thinks, smoking pot would help... But the idea of smoking pot makes him nervous. But he–
Will just lie to get out of shit.
"Hey, we're going to get drinks tonight, do you want to come?"
"ah, I can't... I promised to get dinner with a friend."
Goes home and enjoys a night alone.
Avoidant. Will just not do things that cause him stress. Hasn't been to the dentist in years because talking to the lady at reception makes him nervous. What if the phone signal is bad? What if it just keeps breaking up? What if she can't understand his accent? What if when he gets to the dentist they hate him for the state of his teeth? What if he goes to the dentist and they steal his teeth?! It's happened before! He's seen articles!
Gets adopted by extroverts by being unhinged.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Horangi asks.
"I heard that human meat tastes like pork... The best pork, actually." König says absently.
"Huh... And you know this why?"
"I was curious."
"okay... Let's go to dinner."
"Ja, let's."
A sort of dry air about him that comes off as a lack of empathy. But he's just got so much going on in his brain that he can't focus on emoting anything but augghskft.
Will stare off into space with a blend of the hundred yard stare and the most murderous expression known to man. He's not mad. He's just thinking.
Undiagnosed autism
Forgets people's names, gets to nervous to ask again. So he just calls everyone "you".
Acts cold and indifferent. He just really hates small talk, doesn't understand it. Why say something if it's not important? He doesn't care about your grandchildren. Or your wife. Or your morning.
Is the world's best host mainly out of fear. Asking if you need food or a drink or a blanket or if–
König who after confrontations, has to take a step back, hands shaking slightly. But who's also still super pissed and ready to throw punches at the drop of a hat
König who worries so much about physical affection that it just becomes too much. Hugs are suffocating, hands are held too tight, cuddling is like being smothers. But it takes him a long time to initiate anything. God forbid you initiate anything. Hug the man and he bluescreens
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#shout out to the time i was seeing a therapist#she asked me why i was always wearing a mask#i work around sick people and go to university#lots of diseases#she complained that she couldn't tell what i was thinking#forgot my mask one day and she was like#“Still can't tell what you're thinking”#she also kept stopping and getting really nervous#shifting in her seat#asking me if everything is okay#tells me I'm looking “very intense and angry”#meanwhile i was just looking at her#or that time i was told I'm intimidating because i “walk fast and don't smile”#like#ive got places to be#and i dont want to be here#or there#the quicker i get there the quicker I'm over with it#konig#call of duty#cod#cod modern warfare#konig call of duty#konig headcanons#cod headcanons#cod mwii#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#konig x reader
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hiii for the nsfw prompts, can i request 274 + 72 with geto pleaseee? or gojo… whichever you like more bc i can’t decide 😫 it just sounds kinda funny and they’re both silly geese to me HELSODSK
eek, geto??? ok, i will try 🥺 i hope i do my baby justice. (also sorry but technically nobody says the second prompt, but geto thinks it 🙈)
my responses to these prompts keep getting longer and longer lmao sorry to everyone to requested early on and got little baby drabbles in response!!
list of prompts
╰┈➤ smut prompts - 72 & 274.
“That is kinky even by my standards…”
“I had no idea you were into this kind of thing”
ft. geto/fem!reader
cw. unedited, explicit sexual content (restraints, oral, facesitting, ass eating, multiple orgasms), explicit language. 1,645 words.
being with geto is intimidating -- he's older than you, more experienced than you, and more confident than you.
and it doesn't help that gojo is always reminding you of these facts every time the two of you are alone together.
"suguru's last girlfriend was a gymnast," gojo had told you in a quiet, conspiratorial whisper. "you know what that means, don't you?"
no, you don't.
so you spent the night learning different ways to please him. you searched threads on reddit, found sex-positive blogs on google, and you even watched a few videos online. by the next day, you knew what you wanted to try with geto -- how to impress him.
"handcuffs?" geto asks, looking over at you from his seat on the couch. his lip twitches in amusement. "wow, that's kinky even by my standards," he says sarcastically.
you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you childishly pout. "don't make fun of me."
"i'm not, princess," he purrs, leaning toward you to wrap his arms around your waist. he pulls you into his lap and smiles up at you as he relaxes back in his seat. "you know you don't have to do anything special to make me want you -- just being you is enough."
"but your last girlfriend was a gymnast."
"what? were you talking with satoru?"
geto sighs, cupping your face with one hand while he rubs at the crease between your brows with the thumb of his other, smoothing it down until your face relaxes from your frown. "we can try handcuffs," he says softly, "whatever you want."
"good, because i already bought them," you admit, feeling your face burn in embarrassment.
"my, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he purrs, running his tongue along his lower lip as his eyes narrow.
you wrap your thighs around his waist and geto lifts you up from the couch, cradling your ass in his hands as he walks the two of you into your bedroom.
"in here?" he asks, standing in the doorway, and you nod excitedly.
"i put them in the nightstand."
he walks you toward your bed, crawling along it on his knees, before lowering you down onto your back with your head amongst the pillows. he presses a soft kiss to your lips before moving aside, pulling open your beside drawer and pulling out a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.
geto send you a look.
"they were the only ones they had in stock," you admit, scrunching your nose in embarrassment as geto chuckles.
he returns to his place between your thighs, grabbing both of your wrists and dragging them up above your head. he pins them down to the pillows in one of his large hands, while the other fits them around the bars of your headboard.
"wait, no!" you say quickly and he freezes immediately.
he looks down at you, concerned, and loosens his grip on your wrists so you can squirm out of his grasp. "are we moving too fast?" he asks, worry evident in his tone.
"i want to use them on you, suguru."
his eyebrows jerk up in surprise and he blinks down at you, processing what you've just said to him until a sly smile grows across his face. "full of surprises," he purrs, biting back a grin as he lets you roll him over onto his back with your palm pressed on his chest.
you straddle his hips, grabbing both of his wrists with your hands, and lifting them up above his head -- just like he did with you. he watches you intently as you fiddle with the handcuffs, locking first his right hand, then his left, before sitting back to admire your handiwork.
geto looks up at his hands, tugging gently against the restraints to test their strength before looking back down at you. "i could break out of these pretty easily."
"yeah, but don't, ok?" you pout.
you climb off from geto's lap and onto the floor, standing off the side of the bed while he looks over at you curiously. he watches you hook your fingers into your pants, sliding them down off of your thighs along with your underwear, and geto's cock throbs against his leg at the sight.
he can't help himself from squirming on the bed as he watches you settle next to him, kneeling next to his chest as you look down at him curiously. before he can ask, you swing your leg over his head until your knee is pressed into the mattress next to his opposite arm.
pressing your palms against his chest, you shift your hips back until your pussy is hovering over his mouth and geto's eyes widen in delight.
"oh," he says, voice deep and husky. "this is what you want."
he tugs against the handcuffs, wanting to grab and a handful of your ass and pull you down against his face, but he's met with resistance. he makes a small grunt of displeasure, but he licks his lips and lifts his head slightly off the pillow, instead.
"come here -- take a seat," he demands.
"let me know if i'm hurting you," you say, and there's a small quiver to your voice that reveals your hesitance -- but it just makes geto's cock throb painfully against the confines of his pants.
"you won't hurt me, princess," he assures, breathing harder now that he can see the slick building on the lips of your cunt. "come down here, let me taste you."
with a shuddering breath, you lower your hips down onto geto's face, instantly feeling the warmth of his mouth engulfing you as his tongue flattens along your slit. you experimentally rock your hips against his face -- just like you saw in the video from last night-- and let out a stuttered cry when you feel his tongue against your clit.
pressing your palms against his chest, you let your eyes fall shut, grinding down on his mouth until each rock of your hips sends jolts of electricity shooting up your spine. this feels good -- better than you thought it would -- and you let your head hang back over your shoulders as you lose yourself from the feeling.
your slick is sweet and slippery against his tongue. he wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you tighter against his face -- until he can't even fucking breathe -- he wants to be suffocated by you. his hips buck needily into the open air -- he can't help himself.
he groans into your pussy when you press down a little harder and his eyes roll back into his head. all he can taste is you, all he can see is you, all he's ever wanted is you -- and here you are, grinding your pretty little cunt against his face and gripping tight fists around the fabric of his shirt.
your legs start to tremble slightly on either side of his head and he knows you're close. you rock harder -- more desperately -- against his tongue until your moans fade into stuttered gasps of pleasure and geto feels your cunt pulsing around his tongue.
his mouth is flooded with the taste of you as you cum, and he fights against the restraints to reach down and just grab you, but the handcuffs are proving to be stronger than he had expected.
you lift your hands from his chest, reaching back behind you to grab your ass as you gently spread yourself open. geto's eyes widen in surprise as your hips shift just slightly forward until his tongue flicks against your small, puckered hole.
his cock leaks precum from the tip, leaving a sticky mess on his thigh as he gently kisses your asshole -- he had no idea you were into this!
from above him, he hears you whimpering from the feeling of his lips against you. he kisses you again and again, each time pressing his tongue a little harder against your hole until it finally slips past the tight ring.
"fuck -- suguru," you whimper, pressing harder against his face as geto licks into your ass.
god, he wants to grab you so hard right now. he tugs harder against the handcuffs, the metal digging into the skin on his wrists as he fights against him.
either you don't care or you don't realize geto's frustration as he groans into your skin, as you keep rocking against his face feverishly as he buries his tongue in your ass.
you slide a hand across your hips to rub quick, small circles into your clit and geto is fully fucking the air, now. he can't help himself -- he needs you to touch him -- why won't you touch him? his cock is thick and desperate against his thigh and he just needs something.
"sugu --" you whine, and he can feel your cunt twitching against his chin, coating him in slick. "i'm gonna cum -- please."
geto groans into your skin, fucking you with his tongue and burying his face between the globes of your ass as you touch yourself.
with a whimpering cry, you cum for the second time against his face. your thighs shake and you fall forward onto his body, hands bracing yourself on his chest as you keep rocking against his mouth. geto groans, feeling you squeeze around his tongue and he pulls so hard against the handcuffs that he can feel them pinching his skin.
his cock -- desperate and needy and untouched -- twitches in the confines of his pants. geto's body tenses, bucking one last time up into the air until he feels the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm shoot through his body.
he groans, fighting against his restraints as he spills his cum into his pants, making a wet, sticky mess on his thigh to match the one you're making on his face.
god, he is obsessed with you.
#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#geto smut#geto suguru smut#jjk smut#fem!reader#geto#jjk#geto x y/n#geto x you#geto suguru x you#geto suguru x y/n#geto suguru#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#tiff.ask#tiff.fic#geto.os
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TF141 reaction to the new member of their team beating their ass during training not expecting her to be so skillful (it's a little hard to explain but basically since they're stronger and bigger than her she uses her speed and flexibility to her advantage), she's been transferred because of her skills after all 💪💪
(I love ur writings btw ty for making my day with them heehee <3)
JSOSNHUXUXB YOU MAKING ME BLUSHHHH ANON 🤭
I AM SO BAD AT WRITING FIGHTS OMG
You didn't feel like going to the gym this morning but with multiple complaints from Price you thought you better go.
You've been putting off training with the rest of the taskforce because of the sole reason of not wanting them to underestimate you. You were a good fighter, thanks to your old captain for training you to be exactly that.
You rounded the corner to where the gym was and saw them all stretching through the window of the door. You let out a deep sigh as you pulled open the heavy door.
"There you are! thought you weren't going to show"
You ignored Soaps annoying laughter and headed over to where Price currently was helping Gaz with something.
"Captain. Garrick" You gave them a nod and they both turned to look at you. Price was the first to talk to you and told you to go over to the sparring mats. He also told the others and you all stood in a circle, watching one another.
"Now everyone's here were going to do a group sparring session"
"What? so we just fight each other together?"
"Last one standing wins"
You nod to yourself as you stretch your limbs so you don't end up getting cramp or hurting yourself. You look at all the others in the group and try to come up with a plan, your main priority would be Ghost and then the others after but if that doesn't work then who ever is closest.
You got into position and kept a distance from the others who will most definitely go for one another first. The whistle was blown and surprisingly Gaz went for you but you dodged his arm that came your way and swept his feet from under him, taking him out of the competition.
You saw Soap attempting to take down Ghost so you snook up on the masked man and as you got close he pushed Soap away and grabbed your arm, you used your legs to try and get him off balance while pushing your body weight against him. He lets you go briefly and you run out of the way of him grabbing you again.
You ran into Soap in the way and twist around him while grabbing both of his arms behind him, you trip him over with your leg and effectively bring him down to the ground.
You heard him grumble and complain under his breath as he left the sparring mats to join the others.
It was just you and Ghost left and he looked at you as if he was going to kill you. He charged at you but you were too fast at dodging his advances.
You were in a different world, thinking about how to take him down and as you came back to reality you were breathlessly panting above a floored Ghost. His arms were spread out above his head as he looked to be winded from falling down to the ground.
You saw Price come towards you and he had a big smile on his face "congratulations, you win" he claps you on the shoulder and you just smile awkwardly as you see the others approach.
"Nice work what you did with Ghost, I'm glad you got me out first"
"You're a good fighter lass, next time me and you alone. Your going down"
You laugh at Soaps attempt at being intimidating but he just walks away to go workout with Gaz.
You bend down to pick up your water bottle and feel a presence behind you. Turning around you see Ghost who just tells you well done and then leaves you be.
You decide to stay and workout while your here and prepare in your mind for a spontaneous round two with Soap.
#captain john price x reader#price x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader
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hello, can you do one where hope takes her gf to meet klaus and hayley (you can add any of the other mikaelson if you want!). headcanon, story, or any other format is fine with me!
hope mikaelson bringing her gf home to her parents headcanons <3
a/n: hi anon!! this is my first request that's so exciting!! (am i pathetic idk) but i'm really glad you requested for hope bc i love her sm and i hope i do her justice <3 tysm for submitting this! i hope you like it!!
warnings: i don't think any?? just not proofread as always!!!
LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED
hope would bring up the idea after you guys had been together for a while
and you were just sitting on the couch or something when she asked if you wanted to
and you would be SO NERVOUS because you know how much hope respects her parents and values their opinions
and we all know hope is headstrong and comes across as brave constantly, but she is secretly nervous too
even though she knows klaus and hayley will like you
and despite how much hope reassures you klaus and hayley both intimidate you a lot
but nonetheless y'all hop in the car for a long ass road trip to new orleans
i just know hope has an incredible road trip playlist
but anyway the drive feels like forever and a half because of the nerves
i feel like klaus and hayley would just be waiting outside for you guys to arrive
and seeing them in person completely freaks you out so you instinctively take hope's hand
"they are going to love you. i know i told you that a billion times and you won't believe me until you see it, but i swear it's true."
you guys get out of the car together, but hope steps out slightly ahead of you so you have a second to breathe
it's also insanely hot in new orleans and it's not helping your anxiety
but once you step out of the car and start walking toward the (massive ass) house, you start to feel a little better seeing hope embrace both of her parents
and then eventually their attention turns to you
i feel like hayley would say something along the lines of "hope, you didn't tell me she was this stunning!" and hope would be like "actually i did???" 😭😭😭
and you'd just be standing there blushing profusely thinking about the things hope told her parents about you
klaus honestly doesn't know how to respond to this situation
he kinda just gives an awkward handshake and hello
but he warms up to you so fast
soon enough he's telling you stories hope hasn't even heard
and she's like "who even is the favorite here?"
you guys would be staying for the weekend before returning to mystic falls
and during that time klaus and hayley grew to love you even more
hope would probably have a few things planned like dinners and stuff
but it would overall be a relaxed weekend getting to know hope's family
they're actually sad when you have to go
i feel like rebekah would show up like sunday night and be like wtf i missed it :(
but she would have a cute introductory conversation with you too!
and you'd turn to hope and be like "she is actually MY aunt"
in the car on the way home hope would be a total smartass and be like "i told you they would like you!!!"
and you'd kinda just smile because she was right
#hope mikaelson#hope mikaelson x reader#the originals#klaus mikaelson#hayley marshall#the originals x reader#legacies#the vampire diaries#the vampire diaries x reader
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AN: Hi everyone, I hope all of you are having a good year so far. This chapter is an eventful one, so, there is a lot going on, I hope you don't get intimidated by the size of it because that's a real concern to me. I think at the beginning of this I just wanted to make a pure smut short story but this got out of hand and this is slow burning HARD, so please be patient. Thanks for reading! I love you all!!!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6:
☁️Loud whispers ☁️
The b side of the record kept turning around for a while before Neville realized that the music had stopped. He was holding y/n in his arms and that was all he wanted. Could he allow himself to imagine how everything would be if he found the courage to confess his feelings for her? But she just said that she wanted to be with Fred. He didn't need to inflict extra torture to his heart with ridiculous scenarios in his head.
Y/n we should go to bed, the old man in the chimney is not bringing anything to you otherwise.
She smiled with her eyes closed, Neville had been mocking about muggle Christmas since she told him all about it. She just hummed in response.
C'mon babe, I'll help you
The pet name sent shivers through her spine but Neville was oblivious to his little tongue slip and after turning off the turntable he took her in his arms with little effort and started taking her upstairs. She was having trouble defining if that was part of her dreams or really happening, all she could do was hold tight on Neville's neck. He put her down to open her room door and walked her to bed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed like a puppet with her hair covering her face but when she finally opened her eyes she could see him clearly, he was on his knees really carefully taking her shoes off, his soft hair covering his eyes, his beautiful nose and lips shining in the moonlight... tenderness overcame her will and she murmured
You really look like a prince
He stopped, he could hear his heart pounding hard almost coming out of his mouth, he raised his head and looked at her, she was smiling with a strange twinkle in her eyes. He slowly put her hair behind her ear, his fingers caressing her skin, she closed her eyes at the contact, he was positive he could have kissed her but he just couldn't bring himself to do it, he was really nervous, his hands almost trembling, so he sighed heavily instead, letting go on the moment.
She opened her eyes a bit disappointed and watched him stand but, before he turned to walk out she took his hand
Stay with me?
He nodded silently.
It was certainly not weird for them to sleep together, but this time felt particularly different from the others.
She took the side by the wall and as soon as he got inside the bed with her they embraced tightly as they sometimes did, but they could hear each others hearts pounding fast at the same rate so they just lay down like that for a lot of time, no talking but no sleeping either, both souls tortured by the need of retaining the moment, they thought that if they didn't moved the night could last longer.
But before sunrise there was a weird motor noise coming from outside the window and then, a particular knock on the crystal. Y/n woke startled, it couldn't be. He wouldn't. She couldn't explain why but she already knew it was him, when she pulled out the curtains she wasn't surprised to see Fred Weasley riding a flying motorcycle and smiling and waving as if it was an everyday thing.
With her stomach sinking she opened the window.
Merry Christmas sweetheart
Godric's beard! what on earth are you doing here?!
Oh I adore when people whisper loudly, it's so contradictious.
It's really not funny, my neighbors could see you! You could be in so much trouble!!
No I could not, baby girl, Bill sorted that out, now could you please get on? And don't argue with me, I'm serious.
Y/n was very susceptible to Fred's commands, besides, even if she tried to hide it, her heart was really coming out of her chest in excitement, she was about to put a foot on the window but then she turned to see Neville sleeping, she couldn't leave him, she had to tell him but what would he say? Would he be mad? Would he ask her to stay? FUCK
Fred's hand reached to her's, he had a pleading look on his face.
It has to be quick ok? I have to come back soon.
Whatever you want love.
Y/n discovered that she hated heights and not just brooms. She was clinging to Fred's waist with her whole life and begging for him to come down to earth as soon as possible. She didn't even know for how long they actually fly, the time seemed so eternal over there, she was actually starting to have problems breathing, a panic attack or just the cold air? Who knew, but she was relieved when they landed on a field, just in time to see the sunrise.
Are you ok y/n? You look pale.
It's just... We need to go back without flying, I hate flaying!
Yeah, I had a hunch, more like some scratches... - he was smiling, dark Shadows around his eyes but he seemed happy. Y/n looked around trying to relax
So, what are we doing here?
Ugh, don't you have an ounce of romanticism in your beautiful body love?
Be serious Fred Weasley! - she stopped in the middle of her scold, couldn't help but beam at him the same way he was incontrolable smirking.
He came closer to her, took her by the hand, his thumb softly caressing her skin, she was astonished, losing her mind at the gentle kiss he put on her cheek while whispering in her ear
I just wanted to see you
Y/n felt so unreal, here she was, Christmas morning in what it looks like to be the outside of Cotswolds, being a hostage of her forever crush Fred Weasley who came flying in a bloody motorcycle just because he wanted to see her!?!? She was about to scream and faint and throw up and pee herself.
He was about to kiss her but something inside her heart made her stoped him.
Wait, I can't, Im, I need to figure out, I mean it's just that I'm not totally sure this is a good idea
What?! Why!?
It's just, there's something bothering me, but I don't know how to say it...no I actually do know WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU AFTER THAT NIGHT?? IT BROKE MY HEART TO WAKE UP ALONE IT FELT LIKE SHIT
oh...
She didn't mean to scream at him it was just an impulse, if she didn't take it she might have never face him like that ever
I'm actually quite embarrassed about that, it was horrible, but I didn't know what to do or if you wanted me there in your bed, I was also worried about the dirty things I said, there were a few I've never ever said before and I didn't know what to do it was weird, I'm truly sorry love, it wasn't my intention to hurt you
It's just, I felt used, and after that you acted like if you regretted it
I could never! I mean I have show you how much I don't regret it - Fred raised an eyebrow and made a pause waiting for her to laugh but she remained serious so he kept going - and I'll show you again I would gladly show you for the rest of my life, but, it was just the embarrassment and...WAIT! AFTER THAT YOU CAME OUT OF MY BROTHERS DORMITORY SO YOU DEFINITELY HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO TOO!
I was just with Neville!
Yeah but you spent the night with him, that's certainly unusual
It's not
Wait wait wait, you were with him right now weren't you? He was in YOUR bed!?
He was, but nothing happened, nothing has ever happened we are...- y/n stoped right on her track's, she couldn't lie. Even if every night before was innocent, this night in particular wasn't. Neville could have kissed her, she wanted him to kiss her so badly... But he didn't and that broke y/n's heart. She asked him to stay bcoz she couldn't resist the need of having him close to her, to smell his clothes, to feel his arms around her, to hear his heart and feel his breathing in her hair, she wanted him so badly she didn't made the slightliest move in the whole night because of nervousness. She couldn't say they were just friends anymore because this between them meant so much more to her now.
Fred interrupted her thoughts
It's alright I know, you are just friends its fine, I'll take it. Be my girlfriend. Be her friend BUT BE MY GIRLFRIEND. What do you say?
She was speechless. Fred kept going
I know I'm not boyfriend material, my sister just said that and I know she's right, she's bloody right as always, but damn it, I want to be, I can learn, I'm fast and smart as hell and I know we fight a lot but I think that's kinda hot!? Anyway I can learn how to not fight If you want, I just hate that I hurt you and I don't want to push you away, please y/n be my girlfriend you won't regret it I swear.
Fred I'm...-y/n didn't know what to say, she felt her heart split in two, she wanted Fred so badly all those years, but now all she could think about was Neville.
You are not sure, right, ok just don't say no, I tell you what, we can date, give me a month, I can convince you in a month I'm sure all your doubts will be gone once you taste the sweet Weasley premium treatment, what do you say sweetheart can you give me a month?
Gosh as if I could say no, you are bloody persistent and annoying I can barely hear my own thoughts!- she was smiling again, how could she deny anything to him? A month would be perfect to figure it out the mess in her heart.
He took her back home in the muggle way, it was considerably more enjoyable. She invited him to stay for breakfast but he was in a hurry, George and Bill agreed to cover for him so Mrs Weasley wouldn't notice Fred's absence, so he gave her a kiss and then he pushed a bottom in the machine and disappeared in the blue sky.
Y/n's grandma was already up in the kitchen with a cup of tea, a weird expression behind her golden glasses. Y/n was suddenly nervous, something was going on. She approached the kitchen table slowly.
Sorry grand, it was a friend, he wanted to see me on Christmas, I didn't mean to wake you up - maybe I can wake Neville too so we can all open the gifts together?
Her grand remained silent for a moment and then she expressed in the most mortifying tone
You know dear, I might not be used to flying motorcycles but I can recognize a broken heart when I see it.
Huh?
They looked at each other for a moment and then, something inside y/n broke. She raced upstairs to check the rooms. They were empty. Neville was gone.
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It was funny how sometimes Neville was just carried away by a feeling or a thought and felt so sure of the decisions he needed to take. Most of the time he hesitated but there were moments where he just knew. This was one of them.
As soon as y/n left with Fred he took his things, apologized to y/n's grandma and left the house. He took the knockturn bus and went to London, to San Mungo's. He spent the day with his mom and dad, his grandma came by the end of the visit, she wasn't surprised to see him there. She acted normal, as if this was what they have planned. He told her he would be back to Hogwarts, to catch up with some homework and take care of some plants, she didn't try to dissuade him to come home, it was clear in his eyes that he needed to be alone but before he got on the train she told him something that he would never forget
My boy there is a lot of things you have to work hard for, but love isn't one of them.
Neville was relieved to find himself alone all the way to Hogwarts because he couldn't hold the tears any longer. Even if he had zero expectations, even if he didn't dare to dream of getting the girl of his dreams, even when he came into this situation knowing he already lost, he was heartbroken.
Love. That word was nothing but something he was kept away from. The love of his parents, stolen away just because. The love of his nan always hidden from him so he would grow strong and not weak. But he was just so sensitive, thirsty for love and affection, it was so bad he went straight to fall for a girl who's heart was already taken. And he thought he could live in peace with that defeat but the moment she went away with Fred he knew he couldn't. Waiting for her to return felt like twisting the knife that was already in his heart. That grey morning he found that despite all odds he had a pride and he wasn't built to stay in the shadows, quiet and well behaved like a puppy. He was hurt and he was angry. Angry at himself, how did he not see this coming? The moment he became friends with her he put himself in such vulnerable position... He had always found her gorgeous and nice, but she seemed so far away even if she was kind and cared about him she was a stranger and a bit older so that should have been enough, but no, the moment he saw her dancing to one of his favorite records he was already hook, and what is worse, from the moment he was really interested, she was already taken. Time was a perfect way to test fate and it was always so clear that they weren't meant to be together it was almost laughable the way he insisted on falling for her while he was telling himself that they were just friends. Always so damn stupid.
He had been in the dept's of despear for hours, laying in his bed blissfully alone when a recognizable knock interrupted in the cold night. There was almost no one in the Gryffindor Tower so he was almost sure it was her, but he still wondered if it could be. He remained silent, then the knock insisted one more time and she spoke
Nev, if you are there please please answer, I'm really worried.
His heart jumped enthusiastically but he's mind knew better. He needed to be back on his track's, be more careful with his own feelings, set boundaries so he could survive this.
Please Nev, I'm sorry I ...
He opened the door immediately, he couldn't bare to listen an apology
Im ok, don't worry, it was an emergency at home so don't feel guilty, everything it's alright y/n, it was unnecessary for you to return so soon, I'm sorry I wasn't clear with the reason for my sudden departure.
He's eyes were swollen, it was horrible to see him like this.
But, Can I help with anything? Are you sure you are alright? You seem...
Actually yeah, I need time alone, to figure out things.
Oh
Sorry y/n, if you don't mind...
Yeah, ok, yeah, I'll be in my dorm if you need me ok?
Sure, thank you, good night.
Closing the door in her face was one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life, she looked as sad and confused as him and the need to make her feel better was hard to shut down. He needed this. They needed this. The distance would make everything clear and simple as it used to be.
The next day more students were back in school just in time for the Slytherin new years party, y/n was not in the mood to celebrate but she needed a distraction, so she made an effort to cover her swollen face, red eyes and pale skin and went to the dungeons in a little silver dress.
The music was loud in the crowded common room, the first thing she did was hurrying to the table in the corner and pour herself a drink, the act reminded her of the episode in the kitchen with Neville, her heart hurt at the memory, how could things be so different just from a few days before? He didn't wanted her around and she didn't wanted to give him another opportunity to reject her so she fulfilled his wishes staying out of his way. Soon enough she was half drunk, a few boys had hit on her from time to time but she had turned them all down. She missed Neville so badly, the music was just lame and he wasn't there to complain with, a few class mates from Hufflepuff and Slytherin had dropped by to catch up and she was just so bored with all of them. No one understood her jokes, she needed Neville so bad, it felt like a physical pain.
And then Ginny Weasley showed up.
After saying hello to the 90% of the crowd she came by to have a chat.
How you doing?
Y/n didn't even made and effort to seem happy and just made a gesture.
Oh that sounds lovely! - Ginny laughed - you look hot tho, why are you here alone?
Y/n raised her shoulders in response, having her mouth occupied with her sweet emerald drink.
How much have you take? And no, this time I will not take grunts for an answer.
Dunno, where are your friends? It's weird to see you alone...
I have a lot of friends you'll have to be more specific
I mean Luna and...
She couldn't even say his name, she already felt the tears trying to come up
Oh, well Luna is over there next to the dj, possibly trying to steal his position... obviously Neville is not coming, even if he felt better he would never
Have you seen him then?!
Yes
And!?!?? - y/n was no longer trying to hide her concern, she needed to know, she needed answers.
I'm sorry y/n all I can say is that he needs time. But he's ok. - Ginny noticed y/n's expression, she felt bad for her but also, a sudden thought altered her empathy
Why are you not asking about my brother?
Y/n's face turned red, fortunately Luna and some other girls aproched, one of them was tall and blonde, she was really loudly asking questions about every boy, wanting to know who was available and the other (a cute brunette with long hair) was just laughing at everything. Luna greeted y/n with a hug.
Hi y/n! You seem sad, if a had a fruit I would give it to you.
Oh, thanks Luna, I'm not...
WHY ARE YOU SAD??- y/n had the whole attention from all of them and she was feeling really uncomfortable.
I'm not, it's just new years and all that
ITS BECAUSE OF A BOY?! IS HE SINGLE?
Yeah, I mean no, he IS single, but is not THAT, he is my friend, he doesn't speak to me right now
BUT WHY, WHY DID YOU DO?!
y/n doubted for a second, but the alcohol in her system and her desperate need for answers were faster than her brain and all of the sudden she was explaining everything to the girls. It was really comforting to see their reactions when she told them the important parts and the confusion in their faces in the ones that were eating her inside. Ginny was quiet and Luna seemed distracted looking at the giant squid who was casually observing the party through the window. Y/n didn't felt offended, it was an astonishing scene.
BUT WAIT, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FRED WEASLEY? AND LONGBOTTOM? THE BOY YOU ARE ALWAYS WITH...
The brunette seemed to catch up just then and exclaimed
ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING REJECTING FRED BLOODY WEASLEY FOR NEVILLE??!!;!
SHSHSHSHSHHSS!!!
Draco, who was really close took interest in their conversation and came to talk to them
Did I just hear that someone is debating about Weasley and that useless Longbottom?
Ugh piss of Malfoy
Been telling everyone that you acted like a couple in love, but I can't actually believe that you would choose that useless clumsy joke of a wizard for a boyfriend if you have the chance to get Fred Weasley
RIGHT?! -the blonde was moving her eyelashes in an abnormal way and getting closer and closer to Draco.
The two of you are just idiots then - y/n couldn't control her rage at those horrible words towards Neville.
Neville is AMAZING, he has the best taste in music, he is incredibly sensitive and funny and his hands are sooo delicate and his fingers so long, his eyes are dreamy and he really knows how to listen and gives excellent advice, he is tall and his hair is thick and so black and soft and smells so damn good it makes you smile as soon as you wake up in the morning, his nose is long and cute and shows real character, his lips are so red and his smile sweet and he's so charming and he knows and IS lot of stuff that you could never dream and you'll never get to know because you don't deserve to know him, so cut the shit off you kidney stone wankers!!!
Obviously that was the moment the music had stopped. They were all silent and y/n felt her face burning.
Finally Draco said
Well, I think you have it all clear, Happy new year - he smiled and went for a drink. The two girls went after him.
Then, the impossible happened and the dj put an Oasis song.
Y/n could have laughed if she wasn't so busy crying.
#neville longbottom x y/n#neville longbottom x you#neville longbottom fluff#neville longbottom x reader#neville longbottom fic#fred weasley#hp fandom#fred weasely x y/n#fred weasly x reader#hp#neville longbottom#hp fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#fanfic#fred
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Hi can I request lee sabito and ler giyuu?
Yep, Sabito and Giyuu's friendship fills me with life. All the jokes that Sabito does are lovingly and somewhat assimilated to the manga
Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!
Lee: Sabito
Ler: Giyuu Tomioka
'GIHIHIHI!! YOHOHOU LITTLE RAHAHASCAHAHAL!!', Sabito howled, not at all prepared for Giyuu's attack, he didn't think he would dare return the favor like that. But will he have done it because he wanted to? Nope, let me tell you what happened in the morning
'Walk fast Giyuu!!' 'Go! I'm tired... We've been walking for a long time, my legs and feet hurt', he sat down and snuggled into the tree, Sabito growled.
'Hey! We have to continue with the training!' 'Sabito, please let me rest, if you want to train so much, then do it by yourself', Giyuu sighed, he wanted to rest for a while, Sabito had woken him up long before the time, it wasn't even training, it was just a walk as a warm-up . Urokodaki hadn't told them to, it was Sunday, so he let them rest that day.
'I would! But you're a chicken and if I let you, you'll start yelling my name for me to help you' 'HEY! It's not true!!', they were arguing for a few minutes, the fight gave Giyuu enough time to rest and he got up, ready to continue. 'Let's see if it's true then!' 'Hey?! Sabito!! Wait for me!!', what was supposed to be a walk was now a race between the two of them, but Sabito was right, as they ran Giyuu kept yelling at him and telling him to stop.
Finally, they got home, Sabito was still energetic, but Giyuu couldn't take it anymore, he was exhausted
'Pfft... Weak, Giyuu you're a man and you shouldn't act like that!', he wasn't talking to anyone, Giyuu had fallen asleep, or that's what he was trying to pretend, Sabito just lay down next to him to also rest
Giyuu made sure that Sabito was sound asleep, he carefully got up and very cautiously sat on his lap, turning his back to him. They had been friends for so many years, they had had many of these fights, so it wasn't new, Giyuu knew Sabito's every sweet spot and the main one was his toes.
He did not wait for Sabito to wake up, he began to scratch his friend's sole, this time he would not hold back, he would make him pay for calling him a chicken and these days what motivation began to make him cry with laughter
'WHAHAHAT?! WHO?! GIHIYUUU!! YOHOHOU-!! WAHH!!', despite the fact that his foot was protected by his stockings, Giyuu found a way to cause him the same feeling as if he were barefoot, how did he know? Because Sabito doubled his attempts to escape, trying to pick him up, trying to push him away, bringing his hands to his hips as he laughed and twisted in the grip, he did it in vain, Giyuu had caught him off guard and he couldn't do anything.
'GYAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHAN!! STAHHAHHAHAP!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!! YOU KNOHOHOW HOHOHOW BAD IS THEHEHEHERE!!' 'No way! I want you to repent Sa bi to!', Sabito wanted to keep his pride and not accede to his friend's demands, he fought against it for almost 1 minute, until he simply couldn't take it anymore
'I'M SORRY!! I'M SO SOHOHORRYYY!!! FOHOHORGIVEHEHE MEHEHE!! I GIVE!! I GIVE!! GIHIHIYUU!! PLEHEHEASE!!' 'So, I won?', Giyuu didn't look at him, just continued until Sabito begged, just like he did.
'YEHEHEHES!!! ANYTHIHIHING!!! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!!!! I SWEHEHEHEAR!! STAHHAHHAHAP!!! I'M GONNA DIHIHIEEEE!!!' 'Mmm... I don't know~', Giyuu was delighted by the sound and desperate requests of his friend, but unlike him, he took pity and stopped quickly.
'Ihihidiot!', even though he tried to intimidate him, he couldn't, Giyuu felt proud and smiled victoriously.
'You see!? I can also be intimidating! AND-! Woah! H-hey, it was a joke Sabi... Sabito... Sabito!... SABITO!!!' 'Very intimidating, huh? Let's see how intimidating I can be then!', well, at least he managed to get back at me calling him a coward
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Nervous ❥ Eddie Munson
˙❥˙ working meant getting money, you didn't know a nervous D&D master came with it too
an - AA IM ACTUALLY ENJOYING WRITING
Edited bc I messed something canon-
🂱 masterlist - part 2
'One boring wonder woman comic', you thought to yourself, there was nothing wrong with the comic itself, but shockingly you're actually getting tired of reading. Instead of rereading the same line over again.
It's a Monday so no one's most likely gonna come in today, let alone buy something. Which is makes this day even more boring. Restarting your Lesley Gore vinyl. Humming as you reorganize the superman comics, praying that something, anything; cures your boredom.
It's a Monday so no one's most likely gonna come in today, let alone buy something. Which is makes this day even more boring. Restarting your Lesley Gore vinyl. Humming as you reorganize the superman comics, praying that something, anything; cures your boredom.
Little did you know a certain metalhead was practicing what say in the car. "Hi-" he said as his voice cracks, which makes him groan with his hands in his face. He doesn't even know if you're even working today, what will he even say? Is he gonna embarrass himself? Well he can cross that off here been in his car for the past ten minutes freaking out over nothing. It's not like he doesn't talk to girls. Being the local drug dealer kinda makes him talk to them.
But this, this is nothing like that. He actually wanted to talk to you. "God, this is pathetic." He never thought in years that he would be nervous to talk to a girl. And this girl wasn't intimidating at all. Chucking remembering what Henderson said last time.
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"Dude you were being a total chicken with her." Dustin said getting in the van after Eddie kicked him out of the driver seat. "I'm never bringing you hear again.." Eddie told him as he started the van reversing fast out if the parking lot, Dustin chuckled.
"Honestly I've known her for a while she's friends with Robin and she takes Matt of the shifts here, because she doesn't want to be at home." He gave him a weird look.
"That's very specific.. don't you think?" He told the light brunette. He shrugged, "Robin talks a lot.. but hey now you can start coming here because she works a lot!" He says smiling at him.
"And you wouldn't have ever known she works here if it wasn't for me!"
"Yeah, yeah.."
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He's already parked, he made it this far. All he has to do is just go in, and he did.. very slowly. Slowly but surely, he opened the door hearing the familiar bell ring. He looked at the register to see if you were there, but surprisingly no one was there.
Debating on just leaving but, someone has to be here. Walking around pretending to take interest in.. these batman comics, yea definitely. He walked to the other side of the shelves and saw you. You didn't notice him at first, busy reorganizing. He slid back to the other side of the shelves. He had a game plan, he really did; but he didn't think you were actually gonna be there.
He took a breath in and out, he tried to be cool sliding out and lightly bumping into you. "sorry— oh hey Y/n!" He said to sliding his elbow onto the comics, and leaning on it. You chuckled, you knew he was here the whole time, the smell of cigarettes, a tint of weed, and cheap cologne, which was somewhat new.
"Eddie, hi!" You smiled at him. Ever since he saw you here he's been going to English every day, late but hey; he was there at least! "I didn't know you read comics?" You said stopping your working to face him.
"Are you kidding? Who doesn't like comics!" He said a little too loudly which made him clear his throat. You laughed "well that is true.. did you need help with anything?" You asked him. He gulped, "well I was wondering if.." he started, 'come on, you already started just say hi to the movies that all you have to say.. now you look like an idiot staring at her... And her pretty-' "if?.." you started again interrupted his thoughts.
"If you can help me with my essay!" He said loudly again. "Oh well.." you looked around and looked back him, "sure! Why not!" You smiled at him. And then he realized what he said "thank you so much, I'll definitely be gone this year." You gave a confused look.
"Gone?" You said with a worried look. "Oh yeah you didn't know? '86 is the year that Eddie Munson officially graduate's!" He smiled learning more twords you while crossing his arms.
You smiled as well, "that's great! You get to graduate with me!" He nodded stranding straight and broadening his shouldes. "Is there anything else you need?" 'think think think-' "yeah I need help getting a gift for the nerd. Henderson.. I think you know him." You chuckled, oh yes you did.. and you knew his birthday wasn't till may... It's October.
"Oh yeah I know of that nerd.. I usually see him getting something D&D themed.. and sometimes a new batman or spiderman comic..." You thought for a second. "Are you by chance on a budget of some sort?" He gave a blank stare. "Um.. anything as cheap as possible please.." he said rubbing his neck.
You nodded.. "I got it! Wait right here.." you said going to the back of the store. Rumming through the little boxes finding a specific item. And you saw a familiar blue and white cap. Bingo.
While Eddie was casually waiting near the register, whistling. "Found it!" You said walking up to him behind the register and handing him the hat. He examined it, looks real nerdy he thought reading it. 'thinking cap' with what looks like lightning bolts.
"I know he really likes blue and white so I thought that he would enjoy that! I was gonna show him when he came but here you are!" You rambled smiling at him. "This is perfect thank you.. how much is it?" You sighed looking at the camera behind you, and looking back at him.
"It's on the house!" He gave you a shocked look. "No— no, no. I don't want you to get in trouble.." he said pulling out his wallet. "Please take it, just say it's from me and you!" He sighed. "Thank you that's very nice of you."
You smiled "Of course.. so when did you want to work on your essay?" Ah shit he completely forgot.. "well, what about.. are you free tomorrow?" He asked, "I.. believe I am. If anything changes I can call you, my boss just calls me in at random times..." You said putting the cap in the bag, and handing it to him.
He nodded and took out a ten dollar bill. "Do you have a pen I could borrow?" You nodded, you always had a pen on you. "Not a pen but a marker." You said handing him the brush tip marker. When he grabbed it he noticed all the little doodles on your hand.
He took the ten dollar bill and wrote down his number. "Uh— isn't that, illegal?" He chuckled. "I think everything I do is illegal.." he said handing you the dollar. "Call me!" He said smirking while walking out.
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'What did you get yourself into' you thought as he walked out. While Eddie walked to his van breathing out a breath he was hold in thinking to himself, 'i feel like I'm gonna hurl-'
#°｡☆ -> [ EDDIE MUNSON 🎸 ]#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fluff#Spotify#°｡☆ -> [ LITERARI 🎸 ]
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morning person
pairing: rhea ripley x reader
prompt: "hey you've got a hand, i've got a hand. it's pretty cold out here, maybe we should hold hands." + "you have to pay the kiss toll."
Rhea in the mornings was nothing short of a difficulty. She didn't want to wake up. She didn't want to get out of bed. And she made damn sure that you knew every little thing she did was a hinderance to her state of being. It was ridiculous and dramatic, and maybe, just maybe, one of the reasons that you had fallen for her. Rhea was usually very serious but watching her act like a whiny brat reminded you that she wasn't nearly as intimidating as she came off.
"Why the hell am I awake right now?" Rhea asked as you dragged her outside. It was earlier than usual and the two of you were in a semi-unfamiliar city. You had grown up in the area, so you sort of knew the place, but Rhea had only ever been here for shows. That meant she spent maybe a day or two here and then just left. She'd been confined to hotel rooms and maybe a restaurant or two in her free time. "Do you know what time I got back in?"
"Serves you right for going out with Priest and Riddle last night instead of coming straight back to the hotel room with me," you told her. Rhea whined as she shielded her eyes from the sunlight. "Come on, there's a coffee place right up the street. I'll let you buy me a cup."
"Buy you a cup? You're the one dragging me out at the crack of dawn," Rhea complained. She was prepared to go on, but one glare from you stopped her.
"You come home at 2:30 after drinking and smelling like someone else's cheap body spray, you have to deal with whatever I put you through the next day," you told her. Rhea didn't argue with you. She regretted staying out last night, but she hadn't wanted to abandon her friends after the show. "Now, hurry up because it's cold."
"I don't wanna go fast, I want to go to bed," Rhea mumbled. You rolled your eyes and bit back a smile. A gust of wind blew past the two of you and Rhea shivered. She walked behind you for a few more feet before stepping in front of you. You ordered the coffees at the shop and Rhea paid for them. The two of you drank them in the shop before going back out to walk back to the hotel.
"Damn," you swore as another bit of wind picked up. You hated how windy it got in the mornings, especially after a bit of rain the night before.
"Hey, you've got a hand, and I've got a hand. It's pretty cold out here, so maybe we should hold hands," Rhea suggested. You didn't question her motives at all as you took her hand in yours. She practically pulled you along to the hotel, your slightly shorter legs having a bit of trouble keeping up. The two of you went back to your hotel, Rhea insisting on getting a bit more sleep while you packed up your bags.
"So, I take it you aren't doing the gym today?" you teased. Rhea grumbled and you set the bags down by the door. "Come on, let's get going. I want to get back to Florida as soon as possible."
"Don't rush me, I'm hungover." Rhea was being whiny, which you knew wouldn't make for a fun trip. It would have been easier to prolong your stay for another day, but you were way too eager to get back home. A thoughtless action occurred next as you pulled Rhea to the edge of the hotel bed and hoisted her up onto your shoulders. "Put me down. Put me down, now."
"Are you going to put the bags in the car?" you asked Rhea. She tried wiggling out of your grasp, but it was too tight. Once it became clear that you weren't giving up, she sighed and gave up. You set her back on her feet, but did not completely let her go.
"I can't get the bags if you're in my way," Rhea said with a forced smile.
"You have to pay the kiss toll to get past me," you told her. Rhea rolled her eyes as she sighed dramatically. "Last night all you wanted to do was kiss me."
"And now I just want to sleep," Rhea whined.
"Wonder how that feels. Pay up." You crossed your arms over your chest and planted your feet. Rhea gave you a couple of quick kisses before getting into the third one. You hummed in satisfaction afterwards and let her pass you. You even helped her carry the bags to the car and drove the first 3/4 of your trip so Rhea could sleep.
#rhea ripley#rhea ripley x reader#rhea ripley imagine#rhea ripley imagines#wwe#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe imagines
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King Steve to the rescue
The reader is eighteen ❤ Steve is nineteen.
Summary; y/n is Eddie's sister and is receiving unwanted attention from Jason. Steve helps her out when Jason's advances get too much.
Warnings; Jason being creepy, unwanted attention, Steve to the rescue. Fluff. Request by @m00nlight101 ❤
Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated 😍 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work. ❤
Jason was beginning to piss her off. Since he broke up with Chrissy he wouldn't leave her alone.
So much so that Eddie her older brother had started to notice and wouldn't let her out of his sight.
Jason bullied Eddie constantly, not many people even knew they were siblings except their closest friends as Eddie didn't want her to get bullied by Jason if he found that out.
Speaking of Jason he had taken to walking her to class and at first, she tried to not let it bother her far too shy to speak up but his latest advances were beginning to piss her off.
Why the hell would she want to date the asshole who tormented her brother every day? Also, Jason made her so uncomfortable recently with his advances and it was worrying her and Eddie.
Yeah, he could keep an eye on her some of the day but not all the time.
She's stressing about this as she makes her way to Hellfire and is stopped by Jason who is giving her those eyes again. The creepy bedroom eyes and she swears under her breath.
"Jason, I have to get to Hellfire". He stops her from moving around him and presses her against the wall.
What the hell is he doing?
"Jason. Would you leave me alone". She finally speaks up because he's been going to far the last day or so.
"Come on. Go out with me babe. I'll rock your world". Ugh. Did he hear himself? He surely couldn't believe that she would just fall in his arms right?
"No. I'm not interested". Jason's eyes flash he's never been told no in his whole life because he looks so offended and backs her up against the wall.
"Let go of me!". She knees him right in the balls and he lets go shouting in pain.
He looks up trying to stalk towards her and glares at her before he can say anything else she hears a loud shout and Jason freezes.
Steve comes running up to them and yanks Jason away from her and pulls her into his arms.
"Get fucking lost Carver or I swear I'll knock you on your ass so fast". Jason pales and moves away as Eddie runs out at the same time as Jason rushes away.
"Are you okay?". Steve gently checks her over and she nods.
"Thanks, man. Eddie smiles at Steve, Jason has been coming after y/n all week".
"That's alright. Was just waiting for Robin to come out of school and saw that prick intimidating y/n. Asshole, good kick, by the way, he nods to her". Steve murmurs as his thumb caresses her cheek and butterflies fill her belly.
"You sure you're good?". He asks again and she nods feeling much better, especially with Steve's arms around her.
The crush she has on him rushes back to the surface and she nods.
"Fine, thank you, Steve". She kisses his cheek and they tinge pink. She kinda wishes she could stay in his arms forever but he lets go and she feels disappointed.
"Come on, let's get inside". Eddie leads her into where Hellfire is being held and she looks back to find Steve still watching her with a soft look on his features.
She has a deep feeling that this could be the start of something with her and Steve.
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It Could Never Happen Anyway
Genre: OC! Romance-ish, dystopian?
Characters: Calix Bane (OC), Carmine Fennic (not mentioned by name) (OC)
Warnings: N/A??? Mentions of death?
Notes: First story on here, yay! It's a little ‘cut scene’ from my book between two of my characters, Cal and Carmine!
The sunset was beautiful that night.
And I needed to get some fresh air.
Obviously climbing was the way.
That had been my talent for as long as I could remember, scaling walls of impossible heights.
It had a calming effect, the fast paced thrill of the chase across the rooftops, up walls of stone and down ones of plaster.
So I scaled the mansion, fingers scraping against the crumbling bricks as I grasped near impossible handholds as if it were as easy as breathing.
The repetitive grip and haul motion was so familiar to me, years and years of practice kicking in with each movement.
Before I even knew it, I was at the roof, hauling myself over the edge with as much grace as a dancer.
If I lived in the 21st century, I probably would have been great at parkour or something.
But when I gazed at the vast expanse of gold-lit wastelands, I saw something else.
Carmine sat on the edge of the roof, hands folded neatly in her lap, long cloak flowing behind her.
I turned to leave, assuming she’d come for some peace and quiet, but the deserter waved me over.
I immediately became nervous as I sat down beside her.
What was going on with me?
This feeling?
It was new, for sure.
The deserter looked at me with her striking pale eyes, a glint of something flashing in her expression to brief to understand.
“Hey Carmine”
I smiled.
The first words she said to me were “What are you wearing?”
I looked down at my outfit, not seeing anything wrong with it at all.
“Those are my boots” she said after a brief silence.
“They are?”
But a second glance, I knew she was right. My boots were black and these were brown.
“Oops” I mumbled, my face turning bright red. “Do you want them back?”
“You can give me them later. I don't want you to cut your feet on the way down”.
There was tense silence after that, me to embarrassed to speak.
The Carmine decided to say something.
“You know, I was once a gang hunter”.
“I know”.
“And once you’re part of a gang, their training stays with you for a long time. That’s why I killed those soldiers without thinking twice”.
“Yeah, that kind of freaked me out a little” I chuckled. “Sorry if I scared you”.
“No, it's fine. It was pretty badass if you ask me. There’s no way I’d be able to do that”.
“I know. You’re a lot softer that you look”.
I smiled.
“Bane is not a softie. He’s a heartless bounty hunter”.
“Yeah” she said. “But you're Cal now”.
I smiled the tiniest bit.
“I know. Because a skinny seventeen-year-old with a hunting knife isn't really that intimidating”.
She smiled.
“Tell me about your first hunt”.
“My first hunt?” I stuttered. “Wow, that was a long time ago”.
“You don't remember it?”
“No, no. I do, but it's not my most incredible feat”.
“Tell me anyway”.
I let out a huff.
“It was eight years ago, or maybe seven, but I do remember I was young and unskilled”.
“Did you fail?”.
“Hey! I'm the one telling the story here!”
The deserter rolled her eyes.
“Continue then”.
I smirked at her.
“I’d found a bounty for my taste outside one of the coffee shops, a young woman charged with theft. The person she had stolen from had promised five hundred bucks and a pair of sneakers in exchange”.
“Odd reward”
“I guess he just had too many shoes”.
“They just happened to be my size, too.” I told her, continuing with my story. “So I decided ‘what the heck!’ and started searching for the woman. She was wanted alive like many bounties were. I guess most people don't want to get their hands bloody”.
“Don't have the guts”.
“Anyway, I ran into the woman by chance at a trader’s shop. I walked right up to her, drew my knife, and told her she was to follow me”.
“I can tell how this goes”.
“Oh, yeah?”.
“The woman punched you, bolted, and you never saw her again”.
“You missed the part where she laughed at the little kid threatening her and stuffed a cardboard box over my head”.
“Quite the hunter you are”.
“Oh really?”
We both then burst into laughter.
I’d never heard a sound like that from her.
It wasn’t how they described a woman’s laugh in a romance book. Not even close.
But Carmine had just laughed.
At something I said.
Carmine was the coldest, most calculating person I’d ever met and I had just made her laugh.
Quite the feat, if you asked me.
The gang hunter part of her had been stripped away, just for a moment, revealing the teen girl that hid underneath.
“So how about your first hunt? Did you succeed?”
“That was my first kill”.
She said with with no emotion whatsoever, and I knew I had brought the hunter in her back to the surface.
“How’d you do it? Gun or something else?”
“Good old knife stab. Classic, easy”.
“That’s why I don’t carry a gun. Too hard to aim”.
“I was wondering where you got that knife anyway”.
“It was my father’s. I found it in the ashes after the fire”.
“Oh”.
“And the scars? Pulling my brother from the flames as he died in my arms” .
I know she didn’t ask, but her face had told me she wanted to find out.
“I’m sorry”.
“Don’t be. I can’t change the past”.
There was silence for a moment, two hunters gazing into the distant sunset.
“Where’d you get your scar?”
“Fell off a roof into a pile of rubble”.
I chuckled.
Then did something I’d never imagined I’d do.
“I think it just makes your eyes stand out”.
No, I’m not talking about that.
It was the move I made.
I tucked her hair behind her ear gently, fingers brushing against her toned skin.
She flinched away.
I was cursing myself internally, turning bright red as I quickly drew my hand back.
I’m an idiot.
Why did I do that?
That was just a stupid move.
And I turned away quickly and scrambled back down the wall, leaving Carmine confused and hopefully wanting me to return as the sun made her silhouette seem meanacing and dark.
#writing inspiration#ocs#short story#first story#romance?#oneshot#SFW only#my ocs#original character
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Would you help me?
a fluffy one shot (i think)
pairing: adam warlock x fem!reader
summary: The guardians of the galaxy decide to go to earth to rest from the missions, the only ones who knew the beautiful beach were you and Quill, you two had already told the others that it was that place except for Adam who had not even heard of it
warnings: none actually
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It was an exhausting day, the missions were always exhausting but this one was especially exhausting, some creatures had attacked the crew unexpectedly and they outnumbered you. There were some injuries but thank God nothing serious. The Guardians of the Galaxy have once again emerged victorious. Now in the ship you are heading towards Knowhere. Rocket, the captain, was running the ship, Mantis was sitting next to him, you was sitting behind her with Adam next to you and the others were sitting in the back seats with their seatbelts fastened. Every once in a while you would cast sidelong glances at Adam who kept a serious face looking straight ahead. The golden sovereign was such a strange and particular being, standing a head and a half taller than you, alarmingly muscular and with the temperament of a child, oh and I almost forgot, he is completely golden, even his eyes. You had already gotten used to his presence, well some more than others, you was still somewhat suspicious. But to tell the truth over time you learn to understand him and he also learned to understand everything around him.
He's just a poor boy pulled prematurely from a cocoon where he was created, that's why he acts like a mama's boy. Even when he first came to Knowhere to kidnap Rocket you could detect that Adam was only following orders from his superior, he really didn't want to fight or hurt anyone, it's ironic but behind all that strong and intimidating facade there is a pacifist being And adorable. Anyway, I'm beating around the bush. You reached your destination without further setbacks, each one went to their assigned room. you entered your room and prepared to take off your gloves followed by your boots. You was about to unbutton your suit when you realized you had a hole in one sleeve. Shit. You felt your arm cursing under your breath, checking if you had any injuries when you heard some soft blows, three fast, two slow and three fast again.
Was Mantis
She and you had a secret friend code, every time she knocked on your door like that you had to answer her with the same rhythmic knocks to let her know she could come in.
you opened the door and there was Mantis in her green suit and her radiant smile. You was always impressed by his completely black eyes but now that they were narrowed because he was smiling, they looked cute.
"Hi! I hope you didn't mind visiting you"
"Mantis.."-you said her name tenderly-"I don't mind at all, you are always welcome whenever you want"
With a nod and a giggle, she walked confidently into your room.
"Listen, I was thinking that we should have a rest day just for us. Why don't we visit your home, Earth?"
Your heart skipped a beat at that word. It had been so long since you had set foot in that place. When you first joined the group, the only one you got along with was Peter, since both shared the same origin and home, the earth. And now you had the chance to go back there? It was a dream come true.
"Mantis… that's the coolest idea you've ever had!!"
you grabbed her by the shoulders without being able to contain your enthusiasm to which she looked at you surprised
"And I'm not saying you never have good ideas, just to clarify."
Mantis just laughed fun going to warn others about the idea
you finished changing and throwing away the torn suit and went to where the other guardians were. Along the way you ran into Adam who was helping to repair pipes, he was still wearing his pristine gold suit. He was so strong that he didn't need pipe bending tools, he made them look like plasticine. Seeing you, he immediately stopped what he was doing even though he hadn't finished and followed you with a sure step, straightening up. Adam always followed the others as if he were a puppy, he was cute. But for some reason he followed you the most, maybe it was because you was patient with him.
"Regards y/n, I hope nothing bad happened to your suit"-he said looking me up and down while pointing his finger at me
Without stopping and smiling you replied that you had only had a tear in the sleeve but that you could get another suit
Adam followed you like a child follows his mother, and the height comparison was fun since you could be his daughter and he could be the father and not the other way around.
"And where exactly are we headed?"
"We? But you're the one who started following me"
you turned around laughing to see him, but when you saw that he stopped and looked serious and uncomfortable, rubbing his hands in a gesture of concern, you became serious and replied sweetly.
"It was a joke, we are planning a day of rest on earth, you can come. I know you will like it"-you said with the best smile you could
The sovereign's face seemed to lighten up and he smiled, placing himself next to me now to continue walking.
Adam didn't know much about the land, nothing to be exact. He learned a lot thanks to books that you gave him or things that you told him about your childhood. Adam paid attention to everything as if his life depended on it, he devoured the books in a heartbeat and every anecdote that you told him he looked at me with big, sparkling eyes. Adam was devoted to you in a tender way, every little laugh you let out was music to his ears and he swore that would be what he wanted to hear the most if he ever died. Sometimes he would stare at you, sometimes you would realize it and play dumb but other times you would not realize it so he could spend several minutes contemplating you as if you were the most beautiful and expensive painting in a museum. He watched your eyes shine every time you talked about something you liked and his heart raced a little, he looked at your eyelashes or your nose in profile. It wasn't weird or creepy at all, coming from him, it was just sweet.
Mantis was already proposing the idea to the others, Peter seemed as enthusiastic as you, Nebula instead seemed banal and trivial, Drax was just eating indifferently and Rocket had his arms crossed pondering the idea.
"i am Groot"
"Ugh you're a sentimental Groot, you only agreed so y/n can visit their old home."-Rocket said
"Hey! what about me?"-Quill replied annoyed but no one answered him
"Why do we have to go to earth? There are so many places to go"
"Come on Nebula, please it will be fun! Peter and y/n sure know great places on earth to go!"-implored Mantis
"I think it would be a good idea"
Everyone turned around in surprise to look at both of you as if you had committed a crime, the one who had spoken was Adam who now felt somewhat insecure having so many glances on him.
"Well then it's done, we'll go to earth!!"-Mantis clapped happily
"But we still haven't decided exactly where on earth we'll go"
Drax, who had not opened his mouth until now, formulated what all were all thinking at that moment.
"How about going to the beach? It's a beautiful place at this time of year"-you said
Everyone agreed, especially Groot, who almost always agrees with you. You got ready to travel on the ship, first of all you went through your room to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything when suddenly you feel a tall presence behind you, when you turned around you was startled. It was Adam who had followed you, again
"I apologize, I didn't mean to scare you"
"Don't be, it's ok. You need something?"
The golden boy seemed undecided whether to speak or not, as if he was going to commit an infraction.
"It's that… I don't know very well what a… beach is"-he said in a deep voice
Oh right, you had told Adam about some places in your home but you had never told him about the beach.
"Well, you see, the beach is a place surrounded by water and sand-"
"Sand? what's that?"-he interrupted you confused
"It's like, one thing..umh, nevermind. What you have to know is that it's a place where people go when it's really hot to bathe and cool off"
"A-alright"
Adam seemed more confused than before so you approached him laughing and placed your hand on his arm which sent a sensation of electricity throughout his body.
"Don't worry, you'll understand when we arrive. C'mon"
It took Adam a moment to get out of that little trance that your soft touch had left him on his arm and follow you, that warm touch had distracted him. Back to the ship they put buttons in motion and headed for the long-awaited land
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it had put the invisible mode so that no one could see you and get scared. The first stop was your old house where you lived alone. The idea was to collect some things that you had and that you thought could be useful, such as bathing suits, towels, sunscreen, etc. The guardians sat politely on the chairs near the dining room table, except for Drax who lay down on your couch comfortably.
"Drax, don't lie on the sofa, sit like a normal person!"-Nebula scolded him
"That's not what sofas are for?"
Peter rolled his eyes.
"It's ok guys, sit where you want, I don't mind. I'll be in my room collecting what we need"
When you entered your room a wave of nostalgia invaded you, it was the same as you remembered it, even with that small damp spot in a corner of the wall. You couldn't believe that everything was exactly as you had left it when you left. You sat on the bed and put my hand under it. You smiled feeling a wooden box. You took it out and put it on your lap, in it there were a lot of photos and things you collected like theater performance tickets. A tear rolled down your cheek. You quickly wiped it clean with the back of your hand and concentrated on grabbing everything you needed.
you was about to grab the towels that were on top of your closet but unfortunately you couldn't even touch them, it was too high for you. You didn't have any ladder or bench handy to get on so you asked the only person who could reach that height for help. When you yelled his name Adam came running up with a worried frown.
"Is everything in order? Did you get hurt?"
Sometimes you like to think that Adam cared more for you than for himself, it didn't matter if he was bleeding on the floor, as soon as he saw that you had a small scratch on your forehead he would run to ask you if you are okay
"Yes don't worry. I just needed help with those towels, I just can't reach them"
you stood on tiptoes still in front of your closet but it wasn't enough, at one point you lost your balance and almost fell backwards if it wasn't because Adam quickly got behind you and grabbed your arms. His grip was firm but not strong enough to hurt you. His big, tall body so close to you made you shudder. His hands were so delicate to hold you as if they wanted to tell you that as long as he was there nothing bad would happen to you.
"Are you ok?"-he said worried
you swallowed hard
"Y-yeah, thank you"
Adam took the towels without much difficulty and handed them to you. You couldn't even look at his beautiful golden eyes that were now on you, if you had you would be as red as a tomato. After collecting everything you needed, you returned to the group and went to buy bathing suits for the others. You already had yours. It was an odyssey to explain to Adam what a bathing suit was and why he should wear it. But after many purchases you had finally arrived at the beach. Luckily there weren't that many people, you had chosen a somewhat hidden place so that people wouldn't see it weird, although to be honest every person who saw you all thought you were cosplayers.
The sand was prettier than you remembered it, very white and fine. And the water, turquoise and crystalline. You changed in the changing rooms. Mantis had opted for a nice emerald green one piece swimsuit, Nebula had chosen a black two piece swimsuit, Peter wore a brown one and Drax had a dark gray one. Only you and Adam were missing, he gave you his place and you entered the changing room. You had chosen a cute burgundy bikini. The upper part was triangle type and tied around the neck and the lower part was tied to the sides of your hip. When you came out adjusting the ties of your bikini bottom Adam looked at you in amazement and an ocher tint suffused his cheeks. The bathing suit that he was holding in his hands was now squeezing it tightly as if it wanted to fly away.
"How I look?"
The golden boy had never seen you in so few clothes before and even so, he thought it was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. The bikini that you had chosen fitted your body quite well and highlighted your most beautiful parts.
"You're beautiful, I mean..uhm"-he tried to say sincerely
His words made you smile with embarrassment as you directed your gaze to the ground.
"Well now I want to see you in that bathing suit"
He smiled shyly and went to the changing room, after a few minutes he came out wearing an orange bathing suit and the muscles of a god. Now you was the blushing one. Unlike Adam, it wasn't the first time you'd seen him bare-chested, when he was attacked the first time he arrived his suit had completely disintegrated, but you kept blushing as if it were the first time. Plus, now he was wearing a spotless bathing suit and he wasn't littered with debris.
"I look ridiculous, I know"-he said covering his torso with his arms feeling vulnerable
He was kidding right? Many envious men would like to have his figure well defined.
you approached him and grabbed his hands, you felt how they began to heat up
"Why do you say that? You look amazing, don't be ashamed of who you are, you are perfect"
Adam smirked looking around avoiding eye contact, muttering intelligible words that you caught as "thank you."
You two walked hand in hand to the seashore and then each one went to hang out as they liked best. Quill, Nebula, and Rocket lounged on their lounge chairs in the shade. Drax and Groot were playing in the waves, Drax looking like a child jumping as the waves crashed against his legs. Mantis and you decided to build a sandcastle. Adam for his part decided to find out what the water feels like between his feet, so he joined Groot and Drax. It was funny to see him recede when the water came up to the shore like it was acid. Little by little he gained confidence and went deeper into the sea enjoying the fresh foam left by the waves. While Mantis and you were making a nice sandcastle, a girl approached you excited, apparently she was a fan of superheroes so she wasn't scared of our appearance. Her tender innocence touched you so you two let her help you with your castle.
Adam looked at you tenderly from afar, the way in which you let the girl participate in your activities with great maternal instinct made the sovereign's heart melt. Every time the girl achieved something you applauded her happily for her achievement, Adam thought that you could be a great mother and that thought made something in his stomach start to tingle, he didn't know what it was but it was a soft and pleasant warmth. It made him smile
"Hurray! It's almost done!!"-shouted happy Mantis
"Would you like to do the honors?"
you gave the little girl a little red flag to place on top of the sandcastle tower. The earthling girl placed the flag that was now waving in the wind, you stood looking at our masterpiece with pride. Suddenly a wave crashed against the shore and the foaming water disarmed much of the castle. The girl became sad while big tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Oh please don't cry, you can make another one with Mantis"
you wiped the little girl's tears with your hands and caressed her cheeks making her smile a little. The tingling that Adam felt in his stomach grew.
"Hey!, golden boy!"
Adam felt someone splash him hard and he turned around in annoyance. It was Drax who had done it.
"I notice you are distracted, what were you looking at?"
"Nothing"
"I am groot"
"That's not true!"
Drax upon hearing what Groot had said began to laugh hysterically making his shoulders shake.
"You were looking at y/n!"-Drax said pointing his finger at him while still laughing
"I am groot!"
"I don't like y/n!"
Realizing that he was almost screaming and that the others turned to see him, he approached Drax and Groot whispering
"I was just curious what she was doing, ok? that's all"
Hearing Adam's voice you approached with a safe step exclaiming a "Hi!" which was answered in kind by Drax and Groot, Adam just seemed to mutter without taking his eyes off you.
"Ok we'll leave you two alone"-Drax winked
Adam wanted to protest but they had already left
"So? What do you think of the beach? Do you like it?"
"It's pretty amazing indeed, I like what you did with Mantis, what's it called?"
"Oh, it's a sandcastle. It is a very popular activity among children but adults can also enjoy it."-you smiled widely
Adam loved to see your smile, it was brighter than the stars and the moon. To tell the truth Adam loved everything about you even if he didn't say it, your presence made him feel at home. Suddenly you placed a hand on his abdomen trying to see far away and that's when the sovereign's mind became a whirlwind and his cheeks became hot. He didn't even want to think about him, the contact of your hand running over his skin or how a hug from you would feel wet in the sand with the aroma of salt impregnated in his hair and yours
"Adam! There are some boats on the horizon but I can't see them!"
you said excitedly moving your head from left to right as you stood on your toes to try to see better.
"Oh yes, I see them. No problem"
"Uh?...Oh!"
The golden boy gently grabbed you around the waist and placed you on his broad shoulders. When he realized that you were sitting comfortably he firmed his grip on your thighs so you wouldn't fall. That single gesture made the heat boil on your cheeks, a sensation of adrenaline flooded your belly and not only due to the great height. He was as tall as a utility pole so you could see the boats easily. After the vertigo passed, you laughed heartily when you felt the salty drops of the breaking waves on your face. Infected Adam started laughing with you. It was the first time in quite some time that you had heard Adam's melodious laugh, it was like the ringing of a bell, soft and syrupy.
After a while, tired of being on top of Adam, he lowered you with that delicacy that only he had, as if you were a crystal glass about to break. You both began to play in the waves, you splashed Adam and he returned it splashing you harder. In the distance you could hear how mantis and Drax were arguing because he had pushed her into the sea, but you were too busy to concentrate on that. Adam turned out to be more fun than you thought. As if all he needed was to be free and play like the child he was. You two were jumping the oncoming waves. For the golden boy it was quite easy since the water barely reached his calves but for you it reached your hips so you had to jump twice as high as him. At one point a large wave crashed against you and made you face pushing and dragging you.
"Y/n, are you ok?"
Adam rushed to your side to get you up but with a shout and a stretched out hand you pushed him away so he wouldn't come closer. Adam looked at you confused wondering if he had done something wrong. You couldn't tell him what had happened, you were so embarrassed. The damn wave had blown off your bikini and now you were trying to cover your bust with your hands. You still had your top on but if you took your arms off your chest you would be naked.
"Uhmm Adam?..I think my bikini came untieed. Would you help me tie it up?"
You squeezed your eyes shut, your cheeks burning expecting the worst, but Adam didn't say a word and hesitantly grabbed the ties of your bikini and with shaking hands began to tie it. Adam's hands began to sweat a little, luckily it didn't show because of the sea water. If you were blushing, Adam's face was an erupting volcano.
"I-I think it's done"-he stuttered
Embarrassed, you thanked him and murmured "I'm sorry." Adam told you it was nothing. An awkward silence settled between the two of you. The same image kept repeating itself over and over again in Adam's mind. Your back covering your chest, your shoulder blades in sight with the cold drops running through your body falling from your shoulders to the lower back. The thought of him almost seeing you stark naked sent a jolt up his legs. As if he were a hormonal adolescent, he wondered what your whole body would look like without any clothes, your silky skin between his arms emitting that pleasant warmth that he felt in his stomach. Adam shook his head, trying to distract himself from those inappropriate thoughts. The afternoon flew by and everyone returned to the ship. Already dressed in their normal clothes they traveled through outer space back to Knowhere. Now it was Adam who was looking at you sideways. It pleased him to know that he could count on you and vice versa. And he secretly hoped to have more intimate moments where you could show him everything you missed on earth and he could protect you wherever they go.
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When I look into your eyes Ending
Dmitry could feel the president's icy eyes begin to fill with a gleam he had never seen before, was it fear? It felt pretty good as he pointed the shotgun against the man's chest. The Prime Minister stood up, cracking a small smile.
" I told you, it was a matter of life and death and I don't think I can let you leave here." The glowing eyes remained static, transforming into those of a small rabbit begging for a little more life, a little time to escape. He sighed, loading the gun." You can run, you're old so you'll get tired fast."
" D-Dima, I would give you the position willingly!" The President stood up, his heart beating rapidly as he moved quickly across the room. The footsteps following him were in sync with his own." Why are you doing this?"
He touched the trigger, running his tongue across his lips as the icy breeze blew into the cabin. Dmitry let out a small laugh, he had thought about that possibility too but nothing would be the same! He wanted total control and if that man was still in government it could never be what he wanted, there was always something that would stop him from doing what he wanted.
He fired as the man ran off, not having waited for a response from him as he gave close chase, watching the limping man. Wow, he had practiced almost half a year to fail miserably. Well, in a way it would be beneficial, so no one could find an evidence linking him to him.
"You can't escape, Volodya! You'll bleed out quickly if you keep forcing your foot to walk." He pointed, the rain was making things difficult as he couldn't see the silhouette properly." You want to know why I do this? Easy! I want everything you have, why do you think I slept with you all this time?"
He could hear the sobs, they were coming from near the cliff that wasn't far enough away from their position. Dmitry started to run, carrying the shotgun tightly pressed against his chest. He could see Vladimir climbing, helping himself to tree branches and rocks as he climbed.
He knew he couldn't let him live, even if he regretted what he was doing Vladimir would never forgive him, so there was no point in helping him. The new President advanced slowly, giving himself a few seconds as his wet clothes clung to his skin, giving him an admittedly intimidating look.
" Believe me I didn't mean for things to go this way, but I couldn't poison you because they would know it had been me." Dmitry reached the end, looking at the exhausted body crawling over the edge. The left ankle was bloody, surely the bullet pulverized the bones." I can't ask your forgiveness, Volodya."
" I-I thought you loved me." Eyes filled with tears, Vladimir let his head fall back as raindrops wiped his face." Son of a bitch! I would have given you everything you wanted! You had it all planned!"
While that stung his chest, he couldn't regret it or turn away to let some animal eat him. Dmitry sighed, stepping closer as he took aim at the head, bringing the tip of the shotgun up to his forehead.
" I know, I loved you and believe it or not I really did, I hesitated a lot when I was doing this." The man closed his eyes, tears fell like doomed ones as his face grimaced painfully. His hands began to shake, the new president began to count.
The gunshot scared away the vast majority of animals nearby.
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Dmitry sat on the rock floor, letting the rain wash over his body by way of redemption. The man was a former KGB, had backward thinking to the times and would only bring Russia to misery if they continued in such a government. The new president let out a sigh, looking aside at the limp body to approach him.
"I'm sorry, Volodya." A pang of pain ran through his face as he looked at the disfigured face and from which a river of blood was flowing." Truly, I am sorry. At some point we can be together and I hope you can forgive me."
He was silent for a few moments, staring at the chest from which no movement was emerging. He began to move the body, dragging it over the edge to drop it over the cliff, listening for the sound of a sack falling to the ground. Yes, surely the body was more mangled than it already was, so it would be easier for an animal to devour the flesh.
Dmitry looked over the edge for a few seconds, hoping to hear some whimper, some scream that would tell him Vladimir was still alive. He sighed when nothing could be heard but the water impacting against the earth, he dropped the shotgun over the edge to get rid of it all.
He couldn't do anything now, could he? Since everything went according to plan, he would call tomorrow for help looking for the body in the opposite direction, so it would be impossible to find any indication of its whereabouts. Vladimir would be the poor president who disappeared under unknown causes, a mystery that would not be solved until he said it was time. Of course, that would be revealed on his deathbed without question.
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He sat on the couch, looking across the room at the table where they had their last meal. Vladimir was not a bad man, perhaps he lacked the feelings any human being could have but that was the fault of the rough training he was subjected to. Those walls, though strong enough to prove nothing; with the right people, in the solitude where the cameras couldn't see, Vladimir crumbled and emotions bloomed like flowers at their peak.
So why didn't he feel bad? Maybe yes, thanks to the psychologist to whom he went to express his future mourning of a person who was supposedly ill had helped to understand his emotions. Dmitry smiled ruefully, remembering Vladimir's hands on his face when the man was becoming a human with him.
" Really, I'm sorry." He muttered, walking to the room they shared for a few days. He made his way to the closet, opening the doors to look at the clothes that were permeated with the scent." You smell so good, I never told you that."
He lay down on the bed, hugging the shirt the president was always seen in. He let the fabric cling to his body, pulling off his wet clothes as he hid with the sheets. He sniffs the scent, closing his eyes as he tried to dispel that image from his memory, when he pulled the trigger and the perfect face disintegrated.
" Good night, Volodya."
The new president's hour had begun and no one could stop that.
The new president of Russia had all the power in the world in every possible sphere, a great power that could roar with all its might that could intimidate every country. Dmitry Anatolievich paid homage to his predecessor, kneeling before the tomb he had ordered to be built. It was one of those days when the world observed a minute's silence for the former president.
" Vladimir Vladimirovich, I hope that wherever you are you can find peace." He murmured, kissing the cold earthenware with his warm lips, generating a strange sensation in his mouth to stand up. He straightened up, raising his chest.
He withdrew from public view, after all the former president had been a bit charismatic to be remembered for a long time. Dmitry cocked his head to the side in his car, looking out the window as his eyes moved, glancing from his side at the disfigured face beside him.
" Wow, you always show up on this day. You should get tired of showing up on this day of every month." But that soul never spoke, could it be because he had no jaw? Well, it was something that made a lot of sense." Do you at least like the ceremony I did for you?"
He returned to his trance-like state, trying to ignore the person next to him as he looked down the road, watching the cloudy day. Ever since the accident, that day always forecast heavy rain that meteorologists couldn't decipher.
At least that soul in pain was going to follow him until he died, something that would serve him to obtain the precious redemption.
Hi! Hope you guys have enjoyed read this shit. I did not a rewrite or smth like. Maybe I will write smth original since I want to explore more in some promopts althought if you wanna ask me for smth, feel welcome to do it :)
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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 25b
*Warning Adult Content*
One Taste - Part 2
- Knox -
Knox enters the clubhouse and takes the stairs two at a time to get to his bedroom.
Unless Hayes has a death wish, Knox shouldn't find him lingering around there.
That doesn't mean the universe doesn't get off on fucking with him.
The distant echo of Hayes' laughter, light and carefree, spurs Knox to move faster.
His boots thunder against the floor as anger pounds in his temples.
He turns another corner and begins crafting an apology to offer Gavin for the inevitable outcome that's about to happen, him killing Hayes on the property for being a horny prick that crossed the line.
Everett belongs to Knox.
Everyone knows this.
And surely Everett told Hayes as such.
Surely he...
"I fucking knew it'd only be a matter of time before you tracked me down," Hayes laughs.
He's leaning against the wall opposite of Knox's closed bedroom door, one hand shoved in his pants pocket while the other holds his cell-phone up to his face.
"Did you know they made pet cameras so you can watch your fur babies when you're not at home? Milo, my dog, just..."
"I don't give a shit about your dog," Knox interrupts. "Why the fuck are you up here when you know this portion of the house is off limits?"
"I really don't understand why he likes you," Hayes says, rolling his eyes. "Everett and I were bonding over our shared love of True Blood when a flying fucking football came out of nowhere and knocked his drink out of his hand. His shirt got wet in the process, so he came up here to change it. I merely followed."
Knox raises a questioning brow.
"Without him knowing? Because that's really fucking weird."
"Hold on, why are you trying to make it sound like I'm some sort of creep?" Hayes asks, offended.
"Doesn't matter how it sounds when it's the truth," Knox walks toward Hayes at a measured pace, his voice steady despite the inferno blazing in his eyes. "If you touched him at any point today..."
"You'll what? Kill me? I don't think Gavin would appreciate that," Hayes smirks. "I'm the best washer on your team. No one can flip money as fast as me."
"You're expendable," Knox replies. "And Gavin knows where to look for a replacement."
Hayes feigns a pained expression while placing his free hand over his heart.
"Why do you have to be so mean to me, man? Everett and I are just friends. I haven't even asked him for his number... yet," Hayes chuckles, purposefully stepping out of line. "Besides, he's too soft for someone like you, isn't he? What ever happened to Scar? Did he finally get bored and leave your ass? Shame it's taking Everett this long to do the same."
Knox cracks his knuckles.
"Oops. Did I go too far?" Hayes continues.
Knox takes another step forward.
"Is this one of your intimidation tactics?" Hayes puts his phone away, trying and failing to look unbothered as Knox enters his personal bubble. "If you try to kick my ass for befriending Everett, then you'll only confirm what he's afraid to accept."
"And that is?" Knox asks, calmly.
"That you're a monster with no self-control," Hayes says. "Hell, you'll actually be doing me a favor. You'll push his pretty little ass right into my arms..."
Knox's patience finally snaps.
He moves with the quickness of a striking viper, delivering a slap so vicious that it sends Hayes crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
The man must be a masochist because he wears a bloody smile as Knox stands above him, one foot pressing down hard on his chest.
The wild expression on Knox's face speaks more than a thousand words.
It's one thing for him to be disrespected in his own home.
It's something else when the disrespect gets thrown at Everett.
"You clearly think this shit is a game, so I'll say it one more time."
Knox shifts his weight, applying even more pressure against Hayes' chest, successfully wiping the smug grin off his face.
"You." And more pressure. "Are." And more pressure. "Expendable."
Crack.
"Oops. That sounded like it hurt. Did it?"
"You m-motherfucker. I think y-you just broke one of my fucking ribs," Hayes screams, both fists pounding against Knox's calf and foot. "Get the fuck off me and fight me like a man. I'll kick your fucking ass, you big son of a bitch. Let me up right now."
"You're more of a joke than a challenge," Knox laughs. "But if you want to die today, that's fine by me..."
He removes his foot from Hayes' chest and immediately snatches him up from the ground.
The man tries to fight back for all of five seconds before Knox spins him around and puts him in a brutal headlock that cuts off his air supply.
"I could snap your fucking neck and end all this right now but you don't deserve to go out that easy, so I think I'll listen to you suffer for a little while longer..."
"Oh my God, Knox, stop. What the fuck are you doing?" Everett appears and grips Knox's biceps, tugging hard and accomplishing nothing. "Jesus Christ, he's turning red. Let him go before you kill him. Knox?"
"I know where you live, motherfucker. This isn't over," Knox whispers near Hayes' ear before releasing him and turning around to face Everett. "Did he touch you?"
"Did he what...?" Everett starts but Knox grabs him by the arm and pulls him back inside the bedroom, leaving Hayes sprawled out on the ground in the hallway desperately gasping for air.
"What the fuck is your problem right now? You almost killed him," Everett yells after Knox locks them inside the bedroom. "And what is this about him touching me? No one has touched me today except for you."
Knox drags a hand down his face, trying to calm the rage still boiling inside him.
"Hayes is a horny little bastard that is out to fuck anything that moves. He went too far and showed me his true colors just now," Knox explains. "He can't be trusted and until I speak to Gavin about his behavior, I don't want you talking to him anymore," and then he quietly adds... "Not like he'll be seeing anyone again after tonight."
Everett blinks, visibly confused.
"Listen, I just came up here to change my shirt because I spilled my drink on it. I had no idea Hayes was even out there. And I don't know what he said to you while I was in the bathroom but I do not want that man. Not in any way, shape or form. I'm with you, remember?"
Knox is silent while Everett reaches out to grab his hands, rage still simmering beneath the surface as Everett slowly links their fingers together.
Their gazes remained locked as Everett takes another step forward, removing the space between them.
Seconds turn into minutes and soon the red haze Knox had briefly succumbed to while arguing with Hayes gradually recedes.
Knox's breathing slows, his heart rate steadying as he focuses on the sensation of Everett's touch and nothing else.
"I'm yours," Everett softly reiterates.
He releases one of Knox's hands to trail his fingers up Knox's arm as a different kind of fire consumes them.
"Now put the beast back in it's cage and kiss me so I can prove it."
Knox obliges.
He rests one hand on the nape of Everett's neck, the other wrapping around Everett's waist as he leans down to press their lips together.
It's an unhurried kiss, slow and deep and explorative.
When Knox's grip tightens on his neck, Everett moans in approval, his mouth further parting.
Knox takes advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue inside to get a taste.
One is never enough, though.
Not when it comes to Everett.
"We're not going back outside. Not for a while," Knox says between licks. "Need to get you naked. I'm done fucking talking."
Everett shivers when Knox grabs a handful of his hair and tugs, pulling his head back to fully expose his neck.
"I can show you better than I can tell you," Knox whispers against Everett's skin before nipping at it with his teeth, not deep but hard enough to cause Everett's nails to dig into his shoulder.
"You still trust me, kitten?"
Knox pulls back to look Everett in the eyes.
"Yes," Everett answers with a breathy moan. "What are you going to show me?"
"That you're mine," Knox replies, his eyes darkening with lust. "I've already told you but I haven't exactly shown you. I haven't proven it. Haven't solidified it. And actions speak louder than words, right?"
Everett's eyes widen as he grasps the implications of Knox's words.
"Please. I-I want it."
"Then say it..." Knox kisses him again, the hand around Everett's waist now moving to unbutton his jeans. "Let me hear you, kitten."
"Make me yours," Everett says. "I want you to fuck me."
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November 21, 2022
I'm the quality control auditor for a higher-education institution that trains professionals in specialized careers - like becoming idols or managing high-risk portfolios at financial banks and corporations. I'm walking through a warehouse to find one of the trainees that recently debuted over the last few weeks and coach him for his behavior. He debuted rather quickly and was wildly successful, but the institution felt that he was acting too cheeky and flirty, too fast. He's unloading boxes from a delivery and stacking them in a different area - it's something all trainees are required to continue working while they finish school. The girl he's flirting with books it when she sees me walk up with my clipboard.
I tell him that he's being warned about how he was acting overly flirty and goofy during the last broadcast his group had recently had, and that he needs to remember he's still new. He's intimidated by me but still a little aloof about it, and upon seeing the look on my face stops chuckling. "Noonim," he starts with a little bow, "I apologize for upsetting you all with my behavior. The thing is that I was looking up to You-hyung and emulating him because he's really popular with the fans that way. I assumed I could do it (flirt with the girls) because, You-hyung senior does it quite often and he's been goofy since he debuted." He brings you up directly because it's somewhat known that we are a couple, and possibly appealing to my jealousy? But I'm not deterred nor entirely sure if he knew that we were dating.
"You can't compare yourself to the peers that came before you. I'm aware that You is very popular for being a goofball and making that his charm but you are not him. You're also brand new and haven't built up the reputation to back up your behavior. So make sure you're acting right for the future. You'll know when it's alright for you to let loose. Now clean up this mess and get back to work." I point around to the mess of boxes that he should have had cleaned up but was busy flirting on the clock over. He bows in apology and gets to work.
I make my way over across campus to meet up with the Dean and walk into his office. I tell him what the trainee has told me about emulating you and the Dean's look is grim. "Well then, You also needs to be spoken to," he tells me, glancing at me above his spectacles. Again, undeterred because this is my fucking job and I'm a professional, I nod. "I absolutely agree with that," I tell him wholeheartedly. He's staring me down with a "that's your man but I need you to do what I hired you for" look. He nods in acceptance and I bow my head to take my leave. You're more trouble than you realize, I think to myself.
Outside the building, I walk down the steps to shoo some students that were dawdling from getting to their class. They panic and run off at the sight of me as I notate the time off the clock tower in the distance. Your chuckling reaches my ears first from behind me before you try to wrap your arms around me and I stop you with a look. "Oooh, that looked so cute and powerful how people fear and listen to you," you compliment me and flash me a lopsided smile. "And you too, I've gotten complaints about you and taking your goofing off too far. Don't think you're getting off the hook just because I'm dating you. I have a career and reputation to uphold. Us isn't going to affect that," I scold you and you pout. "Okay babe," you whine, "how can I help?"
I tell you to come with me to audit my next assignment so you can see how I work, and specifically learn what I'm looking for and how I guide and discipline the company's students and graduates. You happily agree to hang out with me this way and dress up in your finest business suit. We make our way over to a bank just off-campus that services the university and high-risk clients. Before we enter, you crack a joke about how you probably couldn't convince them that you were a business suit & tie professional and I give you a death glare, stopping you in your tracks. "Follow my lead, stay quiet, and don't make any jokes," I tell you before we enter.
The alarm goes off as I'm chatting with one of our graduates, that so happens to be a witch and was telling me about the real inner corruption and workings of the bank. You were standing behind her wide-eyed that no one there questioned your authenticity or credentials as she dropped bomb after bomb about the bank's secrets.
Hours later, my friend that met Dae in real life while I was dreaming this with you, tells me he asked her if she was in Mexico. Neither of us understand where that comes from, but seeing as I'm Latina my alarms are flashing off. Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe it was a coincidence? At this point, I don't even know anymore.
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♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡
𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.
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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛
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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.
“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”
Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”
“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously, “You just like picking fights.”
“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to.
Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft.
He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.
Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.
Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”
Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”
Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”
“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.”
“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics.
“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”
Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you.
You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.
Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”
Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”
“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”
“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”
“You asked why I stayed with her and I told you.”
“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”
A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”
Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "
"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."
'8:12 PM'
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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony.
The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance.
The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule.
You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled.
Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.
“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."
A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"
Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."
"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"
Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."
Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”
Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?"
You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."
Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count.
Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.
"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.
So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”
Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”
The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”
Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream.
If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”
You smiled.
The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.
Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.
As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.
Afterall, you were his woman.
And he loved you.
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©𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 || 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 || 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚝𝚌. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 .
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Sex is great and all but I really just want a hug, to feel loved and happy, something I don't really have. I feel so stressed and useless, empty and that I'm just not enough. I can't work or do anything because of the way I feel, even though I want to. I just want someone to be there for me who I can finally open up to and will listen, be there for me, even if I don't want to talk, holding me in their arms where I can just let go and cry. Being told that I am loved and enough.
Could I perhaps request the reactions of Dainsleif and Gorou to their s/o saying that?
a/n: I hope you enjoy this! <3 sorry my banner sizes are weird</3
tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, gn!readerxGorou, Inazuma spoilers, hurt/comfort, some strong dudes bein soft beans, not proofread o/
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You finally finished venting your frustrations to the tree at Windrise, taking a deep breath. It didn’t fix the problems, but it did make you feel immensely better to get your thoughts out into the world. Though you couldn’t help the bitter chuckle as you looked up at the old tree, lit up by the fireflies and crystalflies. “I’m talking to a tree of all things.” You rub your face as you lean back on your legs, eyes gazing up the massive tree.
“I do wish you’d come to me when you were feeling this way.”
“Barbatos! Dainsleif?!” You pressed a hand to your chest as the blond rounded the trunk of the tree, a frown on his face, whether from your previous words or the instinctive shout of Barbatos’ name, who knows. “What are you doing here?” You quickly stood, brushing off your pants as he drew closer. His cape blew in the gentle wind and the tree rustled around you, if he were a stranger, he’d be far more intimidating.
Dainsleif held a hand out and you took it, only for him to pull you closer to him. “You’ve been distant lately, I was merely checking up on you.” You raised an eyebrow at him, and you didn’t have to wait long for him to avert his gaze. “Okay, I followed you because I was worried.” There we go. Dainsleif sighed, bringing his free hand up to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb over your skin.
“I am worried, though. I did not intend to impose, but I did hear everything.” From his words it was your turn to avert your eyes, you hadn’t particularly intended for him to hear that. “I..” Dainsleif seemed at a loss for words in the moment. A rarity for the man who often had something to say about everything. “I’m sorry that I’m not around as much as you may need.” He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist instead.
“It’s fine-”
“Is it?” Dainsleif sighed softly as he moved to properly hug you. Careful of his armour, you rested your head against his shoulder. “You’re the first person I’ve loved in centuries. And I don’t want you to be in this relationship feeling like you have been.” Between his warm grip against the cold wind and his soft voice, you weren’t sure when you had started to cry. “Nothing matters to me as much as making you happy. So long as we are together, it is my purpose.”
And for a few minutes he grew quiet, rubbing your back and rocking you softly in his arms. Dainsleif’s shaky inhale was lost to the wind as he gripped you just a little bit tighter. “Let’s go home. We’ll talk more there, okay?” He released you, quickly turning his head to look around. Despite the quick action, you swore you saw the faintest of glistening on his visible cheek.
Gorou listened as you ranted, pacing his small room at the Resistance camp as you spoke. Once you finished you stopped, letting out a deep breath. The distant sound of rain filled the quiet room as you began to wring your hands. Had you said too much? The man stood, a reassuring smile on his face as he took you into his arms. A loud crack of thunder brought you back to the moment, melting into his grip.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” His teal eyes twinkled as you met his eyes. His ears twitched when someone walked near the door. His eyes flicked to the door, but the person walked by, and he looked back to you. “Sex is great and all, but being in your arms is better anyways.” He teased gently, giving you a squeeze.
Gorou began walking backward towards the bed in the room, gently tugging you along with him. “Gorou, we have work to do first. I was just stressed-” You were cut off by Gorou dragging you down into the rickety old bed with him. Despite being so small, the fox man was strong as he pulled you onto his chest, arms claiming their rightful place around your waist.
“I love you, and I will tell you for the rest of the evening that you’re far from useless.”
“But..”
Gorou shushed you, pressing a kiss to your nose. It was the middle of the night, he could spare some time. More than some. From the closeness and position you could hear his heart beating in his chest. Not too fast, not too slow, but heavy beats as he held you against him, rubbing circles into your back.
“You should have seen Teppei earlier, he fell on his ass in some mud. Absolutely covered.” The general’s words made you smile as you buried your face against his chest. He spoke of the recent meetings with Kokomi, his patrols, his day, just anything to get your head off of the negative feelings you’d been having.
He’d never admit it, but being part canine meant he was far more attuned to your emotions then he let on. Occasionally, Gorou would sprinkle in some praise for you, hiding it within longer rambles so you couldn’t deny his loving words. He was very persistent when he wanted to be. This included and was certainly not limited to his love for you.
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