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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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Philosophy 101

Pairing: Jock!Steve Rogers x Sassy!Tutor!Reader

Status: Coming soon!

Summary: You've always been the smart girl. Be it in school or in life, but especially when it came to boys. You always steered clear of them, knowing they were nothing but trouble. Until a blue-eyed, muscular blonde turns your life upside down, and makes you question everything you thought you knew.

Word count: TBD

Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut (detailed warnings to be updated once the fic is posted)

The beautiful header is by my sweet bestie @justconfettiandsomeddew <3

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

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You spent two hours tutoring Steve in the library until it was time for your morning class. For some inexplicable reason, it was like time flew by, and you didn't even realize it was time to leave before you noticed people filtering out of the library.

Steve had progressed tremendously even in the short span of two hours, and you had to give it to Professor Adler – he was right.

Steve wasn't an idiot, far from it actually, but you suspected he had a hard time prioritizing. You got the sense that his main concern was football, and you couldn't fault him for that, knowing that's the case for a lot of the guys at your school.

Steve is reading through a paragraph when you notice the time, making you gently whisper, "I think we need to wrap it up, class is starting soon."

His head lifts in surprise, his face turning towards you, "It is? What time is it?"

You inhale quietly when he turns to face you, those baby blues practically inches from your face as you sit next to him. Steve is beautiful in a different way than the usual jocks around here; he is clean-shaven, his features had an innocence to them while simultaneously being devastatingly manly and handsome.

It was hard to describe it, really, and it made you a bit enamored with him. You'd caught yourself watching him for the past two hours, subtly of course, to ensure he wouldn't notice. You'd had to hide your smile when you noticed the dent in his nose, disrupting the straight line of it, undoubtedly from a football injury.

You'd also caught yourself staring at his long lashes, fluttering and touching his cheek whenever he blinked. They were thick, too, such wasted potential on a guy who would never understand what a blessing they are.

You noticed the small beauty marks on his skin; littered across his face, down his neck, branding him in a delicate way. Part of you wanted to trace them, run your fingers over his skin to feel whether it would be as soft as it looked.

Even his blonde hair, unkempt and mussed up as it was, made you yearn to run your fingers through it. His expressive eyebrows, his high cheekbones, his sharp jawline; staring at Steve was undoubtedly more interesting than studying – he was like a work of art, so effortlessly gorgeous, you weren't even sure he realized.

Of course he does. A guy like that knows how hot he is. You can tell by the way his large biceps are visible even through the lumpy fabric of his hoodie, his thick thighs not well hidden by his sweats. He was built, tall, muscular; a handsome football player, of course he realizes how gorgeous he is.

You offer him a small smile, glancing toward the clock on your laptop, "It's 9.10. We have class at 9.30. And I need to get something to eat before, I think, or I don't know if I'll make it through."

Steve lets out a chuckle at your words, and the melodic sound warms your veins in a comforting way. He's got a great laugh, of course he would, that beautiful bastard.

"You have a point, getting through Professor Adler's class on an empty stomach is near impossible."

You nod, mirroring his chuckle, "Yeah, exactly. But we made great progress today, you'll be just fine for the test, Steve. You're all good." You smile as you get up from your seat to gather your things, and Steve watches you for a moment before he blurts out, "Oh, uh, I don't know, I think I need a little more tutoring, just-"

You shake your head as you chuckle, "No, really Steve, I think you'll be alright for the test. You know this stuff, you just need to be confident about it."

Steve frowns as he watches you pack your books in your bag, glancing down at the textbook in front of him. He hadn't even realized that two hours had passed, it was like being in a different world this entire time.

He's noticed you before, more times than he can count. Not just because you were the smartest girl in class, and constantly had your hand up, but also because you were strikingly beautiful, in an understated way that made him curious to know more about you.

He wasn't sure if you even realized how pretty you were, he had a suspicion you didn't, or that, even if you did, you simply didn't care.

And that was fascinating to Steve. It had been from the very moment he first saw you in freshman year.

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jaundicehinch · 7 months

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I'm thinking about a fanfic i should write where sev gets to see the reader grow from their first year as a slytherin and both of them eventually die in the battle of hogwarts, where they confess their love for eachother and in the afterlife :33

#harry potter #severus snape #severus x reader #Severus x fem reader #Severus x slytherin!reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #snape fluff #pro snape #Sassy reader #Witty reader

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rosiewritesstuff · 2 years

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No Name

Part 4/4

Gladiolus X Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for full details!

Thank you so much everyone for your continued patience with me and the continued love I get on this page! Life has been using me as a punching bag, and unfortunately it's only the beginning!

I am overjoyed and beyond thankful for the support. Seeing comments and likes towards my work throughout the day breathes life into my very heavy lungs. I appreciate all of you! I am still writing some pretty fun stories, so stay tuned! I am accepting requests, so if there is something you want to see, hit me up!

Anywho— here is the last and final piece of this story. It was a pleasure to write. I personally love the idea that Gladio's love interest is just as snippy as he can be on occasion. The testing of power. I totally think that Gladio would be smitten for a woman who tries his patience and isn't afraid to speak her mind. I think he'd gain something from not being treated like a celebrity!

I hope I did Gladio and Anon's request justice! Enjoy! -Rosie

Missed Something? Here are Parts 2 & 3

"Ignis, I need your help. Do you have a second?" Gladio stated, leaning against the Advisor's open office door. Ignis glanced up from the heap of paper work littered against his desk and open computer to throw a look of question at the Royal Shield.

It had been about two weeks since your last run in with Gladio, and the man had been waiting on you ever since. He found himself showing up at the training room during ungodly hours of the day, just to see you. And since you suddenly, without any warning signs, disappeared— he had begun to worry. Did you stumble across the wrong person while in the Royal Training Room? Did you end up getting hurt even despite your incredible fighting skills? He didn't show it on the exterior, but he felt anxiety spike whenever your face wasn't spitefully looking up at him.

The Royal Advisor flickered his gaze back to the covered desk, before shifting it to the shield once more. "I suppose I have a moment," Ignis' lilt heightened as he slouched back into his office chair. The shield huffed a breath of relief. "What is it that you need assistance with?"

"I need help finding someone," Gladio slid into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"You need my assistance with a mundane task such as that? Use the government website—"

"I would, but I forgot my password. Again," Gladio tried to mask the slight embarrassment he felt by crossing his thick biceps against his chest. "I attempted too many times and I am locked out. I have to go to the IT department to get everything reset. Look— that is beside the point. I need to find someone and you are the guy that I find most reliable."

Ignis tilted his head, fingers now intertwining within each other— he held them in front of his face. "Did they cause a problem? Does this need the attention of the authorities?" He sat up, eyeing the situation closer.

"No, I have been training with this individual and they have neglected to show up the past few times. She is a glaive. I wanted to see if she had been deployed and never told me." Gladio approached the desk Ignis sat behind— He leaned forward, palms resting flat on the desk on either side of the Advisor's laptop.

"She?" Ignis questioned, slouching back into the chair again, faint smirk painted onto his lips. "Is this one of your paramours?"

Gladio rolled his eyes, before focusing them back to Ignis. "Careful with your tone, Iggy. Your jealousy is showing."

"Hardly the case. Just shocked is all." Ignis sighed before reaching to type on the computer. He pulled up the website and went to the plug in that displayed the entire employee database. "What is her name?" Ignis asked, eyes not looking up from the glowing screen. Gladio swallowed thickly, big hand finding the back of his neck to scratch the base of his scalp.

"I don't know."

"You don't know her name?" Ignis' tone took on a slight mocking one, his sharp manicured eyebrows knotting with confusion. "Did you not ask her?"

"I have tried. She just… won't give it to me." It was true, he has asked. And if Ignis knew just how many times he had asked— He would have been floored. At least Gladio felt that way. In some sense, he supposed it made sense. You were skeptical of his intentions, figuring he was there to get you in trouble rather than let you slip by fully unscathed. It had been months of this however, and he figured you would pick up his jig at one point or another… He didn't expect you to just— stop showing up.

"Gladio, I figure I shouldn't have to break the news to you. Merely because it is you who has luck with the women.. But if she isn't giving you her name then she isn't interested in your advances." The smirk seemed to grow larger on Ignis' usual stoic face, green eyes firing with a playful and mocking glint.

"Sounds like you heard that a lot." Gladio quirked a challenging eyebrow back— spiteful gaze matching to the caliber of Ignis'. "Plus, it isn't like that. It is a complicated story. I just need to see if she's on the deployed list. That's all."

Ignis bowed his head at the slide as if to accept it and he looked back up. "I don't have access to that documentation."

"You don't? I thought we had access to those lists—"

"No, unless it directly effects the Prince and his whereabouts, we do not have access." Ignis relented while slouching back into his seat. "We would need a higher access to view all of that. If anything, you would need to discuss this with Noctis. He has the capabilities to see everything."

"So, I have to ask Noct."

"Essentially, yes." Ignis was ready to close the window on the computer before Gladio pressed forward. This was a problem.

He sighed with defeat, head falling limp. "I can't go to Noctis. You know that." He pushed himself off of Ignis' desk and rested his hands on his hips; Amber gaze now searching the room for any hidden answers. Gladio knew that Noctis would never let the big guy live it down for being "stood up" or "rejected" Even though that wasn't the case. "Don't you have all of Noctis' login information?" Gladiolus was no stranger to Noctis and his habits. It was known and a constant pressure point between the small knitted group, that Ignis did most of Noctis' work for him. Ignis occasionally played the role of Prince when the actual Prince struggled to do so. Of course when the time called for it. Having Noctis' login information only made sense… For two reasons.

So Ignis can check up on Noctis to make sure he is completing tasks that require his attention.

Noctis has more of a tendency to forget passwords and all of that information. One of them had to brandish responsibility and it might as well be the highly trained, dutiful Advisor.

Ignis once again cocked his head in confusion, now sitting up again in his chair. "Are you asking me to infiltrate the Prince's government profile so you can locate a woman who shows little to no interest in you— all in leu of protecting your pride?" Damn Ignis never did pull any punches.

"Yes. That is exactly what I am asking." The confidence was unyielding, and Gladio stood taller now.

"Very well." Ignis sat up and typed at the computer for a small length of time before slowly turning it to face the Shield. "Here is the list," Ignis deadpanned, elbows digging into the desktop. "Says they are touring the western most Cleigne border. In search for any notions of any enemy military upheaval. Appears they will be returning soon."

The Shield hunched over the laptop and scrolled downward using the mouse pad. He skimmed the pictures, searching for your most prominent features. He skimmed until he neared the bottom and saw your face. He could recognize that smile from anywhere, even though you only gave him such a look a couple of times. He swore he wouldn't forget it. His stomach tensed, eyes slowly moved from your face, to the name in boldface, starting with your last, comma, your first name. He grinned, "Gotcha," His voice fell hushed onto the desk in front of him while studying your name closely.

He felt like he won some sort of unsung battle— like you were a boss that had shown no weakness, but with ample research and many helpful individuals he unlocked your secret. He had finally, at long last, knew your name. Countless battles lead him here and he was satisfied.

"Let me see her," Ignis pried, eyes stretching to the computer. Gladio flipped it around again as if he were showing you off. "Pretty thing she is," He hummed, with a nod of approval.

"She is, and is quite a spit fire to go along with all that hot stuff. Do you have a piece of paper and a pen I can borrow?"

Ignis dug around for a moment, shuffling of papers and clanking of writing utensils seemed to fall on deaf ears— Gladio's intense amber eyes only focused onto you and your name. He mouthed it, repeating it with a whisper as if it were a secret that only he could know. Ignis slid a sticky note and a pen towards Gladio's palm that was pressed onto the desk once more.

"May I ask what you are writing down?"

"Just the information I need, don't you worry about it." It took no time at all for Gladio to scrawl your name and a few other bits of information about you, down on a bright yellow sticky note. He looked at his penmanship, your name written in a sloppy, all capital, print. He knew that only his eyes could read such a mess of words and lines. He smiled at the information, your name falling from his lips once more before standing straight. He peeled the note off of the pad and smiled at it. "Thanks Specs. I owe ya." The sticky end of the note stuck to his fingertips and he fluttered it as he turned to leave.

"I wish you luck, Gladiolus," Ignis slid the pad and pen back into their proper locations, catching the Shield's confident grin as he turned to shut the door.

"Thanks, Iggy."

You were exhausted. In fact, you felt that the word did little justice for the way you felt. Your eyes were heavy, their lids trying to droop shut— if it weren't for the sweltering van you were crammed into, you would have easily drifted into slumber.

You were on a routine surveillance mission that happened every so often. A group of glaives, selected by the Marshal and the General, were sent to scout different areas of Lucis— all in search for any suspicious movement of the Niflheim military. This was always randomized, and you almost figured it would be you. It had been a few months since you were sent out, and it was only a matter of time before you were called again to do your time. Many people called these trips, deployments— that was the more official term. You were deployed. And damn was it the worst.

There was nothing more damning then riding across the country, crammed into a small, poorly ventilated van; stuffed like sardines with 10 other glaives. Nothing drove you more crazy then crashing into your seat neighbors every time the driver hit a bump or pot hole. You swore at one point, the driver was doing it on purpose. That or the glaive next to you sensed your frustration and craved to piss you off further.

You were almost home, now trailing through the outskirts of Hammerhead; The last outpost until you reached the limits of Insomnia. From the gate, you calculated, you would be home in 40 minutes. You checked the clock on your phone and sighed heavily. 4:15. Your head hit the back of the seat, causing the glaive next to you glance down at you. You paid his strange stare no mind as you began to mentally wallow in your own misfortune.

It would take you two hours at the earliest to get back to the Citadel. You didn't even bother to factor in rush hour traffic. Your exhaustion seemed to overtake your frustration and you swore you would cry if it wasn't for the several witnesses crammed around you, trying to ignore each other.

Around a quarter after 8, you were finally shuffling out of the Citadel with your personal effects tugged over your shoulder. You decided, halfway home while crossing a busy street— Cooking was absolutely not an option for the evening. Your limbs wanted rest, your body wishing to finally crash onto your couch and watch the TV show you had been neglecting. Nothing can sedate your exhaustion and hunger like a bite of fast food. You took a long way home and stopped of at a fast food joint that you frequented.

With your bag of food in one hand, your personal effects slung over the other arm— you shuffled for your keys that seemed to find the deepest depths of your pants pocket. You turned the corner abruptly, finally pulling the keys from your pocket. It almost felt like they grew hands and were tugging on the hem in a fight to stay warm and secure. Your exhausted mind seemed to find that image hilarious, and you stifled your amusement with a sigh and a gentle shake of your head. You gazed down the hall towards your final destination, at long last— wait… what was that?

There on the doorstep was a vase, jutting out was a small assortment of flowers. "Huh?" You shook your head trying to clean your mind. You were looking at the wrong doorstep, you almost laughed. Who the hell would leave you flowers. You smiled at yourself as you moved to the door your apartment stood behind. You stopped at the welcome mat, your jaw going slack when you found that glass vase and flowers sitting at your feet.

Blinking, you checked the worn numbers on your apartment door. Yeah, that was your apartment. Eyebrows knotting together, you dumped your duffle bag onto the floor to your side and knelt in front of the vase. There was a note tied with a ribbon around the dip within the wall of the vase. With a gentle hand you pried the folded note open with your thumb. The note was written in a neat print, the author wrote in all capital letters which was a unique feature. You hadn't seen many people write like that.

Like a forensic scientist, you began to narrow out your options— who owned penmanship like that? Flittering through the Rolex within your mind, you began to make comparisons to everyone you knew. They had to meet three points of criteria:

They needed to know your address.

Legible handwriting.

Had a reason to buy you flowers.

Well, it couldn't have been anyone in the glaive, none of them had your address on hand. And it couldn't have been the date who stood you up almost a month ago— he didn't have that information either. Prompto? No— He had some half cursive half print handwriting that could hardly be understood. You have harped on him for writing in what you deemed to be the Prompto Language. He was never amused by your slide.

If it wasn't any of them… then who the hell..? You opted to forego the guessing game and decided to read what it said. Second way to know who made this mistake. You blinked a few times before starting at the left hand side of the folded note. It read:

"Glad to see your name wasn't in the paper. The Royal Training Room misses their delinquent. Hope to see you soon,—"

Your eyes stopped suddenly on the gentle way your name was written at the end of the final sentence. "Gladio?" You whispered, eyes intently reading the note for any missing clues. You looked at the vase of flowers, and began to shuffle them around for a listening device or something off the wall. "Flowers?" They were just… flowers? Heat struck your cheeks and carefully you unlocked your door and hoisted the vase up to your chest— duffle bag long forgotten in the hallway.

You turned on all the lights leading to the kitchen and rested your food on the table— it too, long forgotten. The bouquet of flowers looked lovely on your kitchen counter. He had picked a variety, but selected ones that seemed to compliment each other— in color as well as shape. Your eyes flickered back to the note clenched tightly in between your fingers.

You read it again, and again, and again; until your eyes began to spin. You tried to swallow, but your throat was entirely too dry. When the sudden shock seemed to subside, a warm smile graced your face. It sparked warmth that climbed your chest and began to ease your limbs and turn them to jelly. The urge to laugh cascaded over you, and with a bright smile, and completely smitten, you nearly floated to the hallway to get your long forgotten belongings.

Gladiolus Amicitia sent you flowers. That sentence didn't make a lick of sense, but everything else did. Your mind was swirling, and the only bit of information you could keep down was the echoing voice of Prompto: He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company.

The next morning, you found yourself nearly rushing to the kitchen hoping that the random gift wasn't a figment of your imagination— or some cruel dream that the gods had teased you with. But the arrangement stood proudly on your counter, note still dangling gently from the ribbon it was fastened to. Your smile widened further and quickly you gathered yourself together for another risky trip to the forbidden training room, despite it being your day off.

You stood taller, at least that's how you felt. At long last, you were smiled upon— your ugly streak of horrible relationships seemed to be behind you now; disappearing in the rearview mirror. You were confident, and flattered; floating on cloud nine as you rounded the corner to the familiar doors of the Royal Training room. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

You were greeted with Gladio, perched on the bench with his red covered book in his hands. He looked up, amber eyes softening on your smile. "Let me guess," your smile widened as you spoke, watching as his full attention was now on you; Book long forgotten within his lap. "You tapped the flowers?"

He smiled at you while sliding the book into the side pocket in his bag. "Should I have?" He questioned, his eyebrow finding its way up his forehead in the usual way it would.

You couldn't fight the smile on your face. You felt like a love sick goofball. You shook your head, "Unless you want to hear about all of the other Training rooms I plan on infiltrating, then sure." He stood to his full height, grabbing his bag off of the floor.

"I knew I should have asked for some listening devices." He playfully jabbed. "What are you doing after training today?" He questioned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. A smirk lifted to your face as you looked out at the nearly vacant room.

Your eyes moved back to meet his. They held your gaze gently, softly, you felt the magma begin its high pressured course through your veins. Heat collected to your cheeks and spread quickly to your ears. Swallowing thickly you blinked and looked at the floor. "As far as I know, all I have planned is kicking the Royal Shield's ass."

His grin grew and he laughed, "Well after you kick the Royal Shield's ass, care to join him for dinner?"

You swore the world stopped for a moment— for longer then a moment. And there you sat in an empty room with no meaning, forgetting who you are, forgetting who he is— Your heart nearly hammering out of your chest.

"I would love to," You nearly whispered, the words getting lost in the thickness of your throat.

He tilted his head, eyes still holding yours. "Then it's a date," He spoke just as confidently as ever, his signature smile holding to his soft lips.

"Better not be a set up Mr. Amicitia. I will be livid," you hummed, trying to fight the giddy urge to dance around the room. You spent the energy walking to the locker room to change.

"I would never--" His sentence trailed off, but you caught the faint sound of your name slipping from his lips. the way the timbre of his voice seemed to extenuate the syllables of your name caused your legs to go weak; Heat like never before flooded your face, your body, your mind. You were clouded fully with giddy anticipation. And as you lost your casual clothes, and slipped into your work out outfit; you wondered why the hell you kept your name away from him.

You came to the conclusion that it was all part of the fun.

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amiticia #gladio ffxv #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader #reader insert #sassy reader #giddy reader #rosie writes

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moth-bells · 3 months

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forgot my signature but its fine slfhewhklf

I didn't draw this exactly as the scene is in the fic but I really like it :D

#benji's art #dcau #dcau comic #dca comic #sassy sun #heartbeats dcau #sun fanart #sun x reader #sundrop x reader #sun x y/n #dca x reader #dca x y/n #dca fanart

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theghooligan · 6 months

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chifuyu to takemitchy every time he comes back to the past:

#chifuyu is sassy as fuck #what do you expect #the way he says baka is truly perfection #and takemitchy and him also share the same brain cell #it bounces back and forth between the pair #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu smut #chifuyu fluff #mikey x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers incorrect quotes

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader

Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Very closed off and not looking for a relationship

He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.

Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.

Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.

It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.

Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.

You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.

Just as you did for him.

He didnt act on them at first.

Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.

You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.

So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.

However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.

Then from there it just went uphill.

He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.

Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.

He had no one to thank but you.

You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.

One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.

Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.

Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.

You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.

But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?

You asked him this almost immediately.

But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.

The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.

Which really relieved the both of you.

Things had changed, albeit subtly.

And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.

He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.

You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.

If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.

Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.

Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate

I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.

However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.

Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.

When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.

You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.

Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.

Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.

Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.

Then you guys begin talking.

And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.

If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.

Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.

So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.

It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.

Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.

But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.

Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)

Although not really into pda

And be more affectionate (as he can)

I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.

From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.

He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.

If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.

He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.

(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)

Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔

He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.

Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.

Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?

#gn reader #female reader #male reader #fanfic #fluff #fanfic fluff #fnaf micheal #fnaf mike #fnaf movie #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fandom #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #five nights at freddy's #relationship headcanons #fnaf #sassy man apocalypse

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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TWST Incorrect quotes#648 Sassy mal

Lilia comes home absolutely drunk from a party with his old army veterans, undresses, and stands in Your Shared bedroom

Yuu*Blinks seeing He has been standing still for five minutes* Babe, are you...coming to bed? Lilia*Still out of it, but shakes head*-No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a spouse and three adorable baby boys Lilia*Lies on the ground and falls asleep*ZZZZzzzz Yuu:...

-Next Morning-

Mal*Apperance of a 10-year-old, Holding baby Sebek who is wide awake, Holding the hand of one-year-old Silver who is still drowsy*Why is Lilia crying on the floor?

Yuu*Prepping breakfast for them*Because... apparently because i wasnt the first thing he saw when he woke up, I tried to get him in bed but he kept saying "NO!!!-IM MARRIED!!!" and kept hissing at me when I wanted to touch him...so I kinda just let him do as he please

Mal*Lets go of Sebek on the floor and push Silver in Lilia's direction, seeing the two crawl to him patting his back to comfort the old fae*Divorce is an option

Lilia*Glares, and gasps offended at Malleus'comment, cheek being kissed by Baby Silver and ear being nommed by sebek*MALLEUS DRACONIA-

#disney twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twst yuu #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x yuu #twst diasomnia #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #general lilia vanrouge #daddy lilia #sassy 10 year old mal-#adult yuu #twst fluff #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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torusdove · 30 days

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These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

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starch1ldz · 1 month

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Hotch: So why do you do your paper work in the gym?

Spencer, sipping coffee whilst watching Y/n do pull ups: For the aesthetic? I don't know, you tell me.

#starchildz incorrect quotes #sassy spence #my love #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #im mentally unwell #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x male reader #bau x male reader #criminal minds x male reader

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Oh god - I’m still stuck on this.

18+ MDNI / explicit sex, dark and twisted themes

I've been thinking a lot about Simon Riley who doesn't want the divorce.

Simon who never wanted to be separated, who hates living apart. Simon, who would drag you to a tattoo artist to get your ring permanently inked to your skin so you could never be rid of him, if he could. He’s been actively avoiding the stack of papers that are waiting for his signature, staying on longer Ops, picking up extra work.

Can’t be divorced if there’s no signature.

Simon, who unbeknownst to you, still comes home. Still pushes open the back door in the dead of night, keeping his steps silent so he doesn't wake you. Simon, who stands in the doorway of your bedroom, his old bedroom, and watches you sleep on his side of the bed in those little, ratty shorts with your ass perked up in the air like you're waiting for him. Like you’re ripe, and ready.

Simon, who checks your birth control every night. Who’s pleased when he realizes this month’s pack hasn’t even been opened, every color coded pill still in place, foil glinting at him in the low light of the vanity.

Good girl, he thinks to himself, shutting your medicine cabinet with a silent click. Getting yourself all ready for him.

Simon, who agrees to meet you for dinner.

"Let's just sign and get it over with. We can catch up, too. Talk about what we want to do with the house."

"Alright, love. Whatever you want."

You're a bundle of nerves when he shows up, seated at a little table in the back, glass of wine already half gone.

Normally, he'd try to soothe you. You've always been naturally anxious, a little dependent, and in a social setting, a little high strung. He's well versed in navigating your emotions, calming you into a relaxed state with a few words or a reassuring touch.

But this time, he doesn't bother. He sits there with his arms crossed, watching you nervously chatter away, one hand flat on a manilla envelope. He stays quiet, letting you go on, watching your hands seek something to do, fingers finding your wine glass over and over.

You drink two glasses of wine before the entrees are served, dangerously close to your usual self imposed "three drink" limit.

One thing bleeds into another. You start to lean a little, in your chair. He nurses a bourbon, you order a shot after the meal.

"Want one?" Your tongue follows the seam of the lime wedge, dabbing along the spongy, white fibers before your teeth sink into the flesh of it, lime juice squirting across your tongue.

“You know I don’t like tequila, but you go on.”

You’re a bit sloppy by the time he gets you home, but still sweet like honey, like you used to be years ago. Before everything changed. Before you asked him to move out.

You’re giggly, excited when he bends you over the kitchen table, the kitchen table where you used to eat together, breakfast for dinner when he’d come home, waffles and bacon at one in the morning.

You don’t protest when he slides your skirt down your hips and over your ass, thumbs spreading you wide to reveal your glistening cunt, twitching and desperate.

“My poor girl, has it been so long?” He cooed, relishing in the way you moaned with your lips on the wood. He knows it has, knows you haven’t been with anyone since the last time he fucked you, months and months ago, on the night you asked for the divorce. “Don’t worry, I’m gon’ take care of you and this neglected little pussy.”

“You have to pull out.” You slurred, breath hot, fogging against the finish of the table. “Promise.” He grunts something under his breath, nonsense, but you can’t tell the difference, and when he slides inside your scorching cunt, you howl, breath hitching with the stretch.

Bleedin’ Christ. You’re so tight, so wet, soaked enough that it sticks to the curls around the base of his cock. How could he ever give this up?

“That’s it.” He kisses your shoulder, pressing his chest to your back with his weight, pinning you in place, his hands clamping down around your wrists like shackles. “Squeeze me tight, good girl. Show me-“ Show me how you’re going to hold my come in your tight little pussy once I fill you- comes to mind, but he bites his tongue instead, not willing to tip you off too soon.

To have and to hold.

“Simooon.” You sing, hips start to push back with him, fucking yourself onto his cock, chasing him, chasing your pleasure, mouth half open with the little pants and whines that are music to his ears. He keeps you pinned, flat against the table, fingers between your legs, stroking your clit, shoving you closer to your orgasm, delightfully pleased by the way your pussy pulses around him.

“Come on.” He urges, big hand between you and the table, pressing against your lower belly, still tapping away at your clit, indulging in the trembling of your legs.

“Fuck- fuck, Si.” You cry, clenching down around him with your orgasm, voice breaking.

“There it is… what a good girl.” He hisses, keeping his pace, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s notching himself nearly inside your womb. It’s overwhelming for you, he knows, but he doesn’t stop swirling his fingers around your clit, zapping electric pulses through body.

“Nngh Si. Too- ooh it’s- it’s too much.” You wail, a tear on your cheek, and he nods, nosing above your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” It’s whispered with a groan, hands stroking your hip, keeping your steady, in place. “Just need a little more, just- just a little, I’m gonna-“

“What-” You ask, more with it now that you recognize the edge he’s riding, the roughness in his voice clueing you in to where he is, but he sends you back into orbit, pressing your clit and working you in circles. “Oh, oh.” Your hips rock, and he moves with the momentum, fucking into you faster, grunting the truth as he speeds towards the cliff, desperate to drive the car over the edge, eager to change the course of his life, your life, his marriage.

“Take it.” He spits, wide palm spread across your shoulder. Everything in him tightens, fire spreading through his veins, pressure rising in his body like a fucking tea kettle, about to scream out a whistle. He’s going to breed you, fuck you deep with his come and put a baby inside you, give you what you wanted years ago, the thing that made you cry alone in the middle of the night whenever he refused.

Well, he’s going to give it to you now.

“Fuck- here it comes.” You rock again, half lost to the world, eyes glazed over in pleasure, spasming around his cock with your second orgasm. He slams into you, burying deep and you keen, fingers gripping the edge of the table, his hips flush with yours like a lock.

And he’ll throw away the key.

His phone dings with a text, two days later.

“Still mad at you… Can we please meet up about these signatures?”

This became a full fic here.

#tw dark and twisty #tw forced pregnancy #🥞 anon #if you’re out there somewhere #this is for us #simon riley #simon riley x reader #I could write a whole fic #but I prob won’t #could prob be a sassy au honestly #peaches writes

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spamgyu · 3 months

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SVT VU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the VOCAL UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[hhu] [pu - coming soon]

JEONGHAN

"thank you." she grinned up at him as he placed a plate of oranges in front of her. she had been nose deep in her laptop, trying to complete her last email of the week when he unsolicitedly placed the snack in front of her.

much like all other times he had done when she was far too busy with work to remember to eat.

jeonghan placed a kiss atop her head as she happily munched away on the snack, a sly smile slowly growing on his lips as she grabbed another slice.

"would YOU peel oranges for me?" jeonghan crossed his arms over his chest.

"yes?" his girlfriend was taken back by the sudden hostility.

all while she was preoccupied with her daily zoom meetings and endless emails, jeonghan had brain rotted away on his phone – stumbling upon videos of girls testing their men .... with oranges.

he didn't understand why this was up for debate, knowing he would peel millions of oranges if it meant making his girlfriend's day all the better.

but he also wanted to have fun; setting up his own phone away from her sight as he captured the video just for him to laugh at.

he always did enjoy messing with her.

JOSHUA

joshua sighed for the third time since they had sat on the couch.

which was only about 5 minutes ago.

he glanced over at her to see that she had yet to take notice of the sound he had made, this time letting out a much more dramatic sigh.

giggling, she finally had taken the hint; taking her eyes off the television and looking over at him. "yes, honey, can i help you?"

"everyone else's girlfriends are asking for oranges..." he pouted. "peeled."

joshua wasn't much to keep up with trends, let alone be chronically online the same way his members were. she didn't think he would be well aware of the current debate taking over social media – and frankly, she didn't care for it.

it was just an orange.

"did you want me to ask if you would peel an orange for me?" she asked with raised brows.

"duh..." he nodded. during today's practice, he had overheard seungcheol and mingyu exchange stories of how their significant others had tested them with the theory – the rest of the boys soon joining in. everyone else seemed to have their own share of stories... but him.

"i– it's hypothetical though. it's more of if you're willing to peel–" she watched as he pouted once again. "would you peel an orange for me?"

joshua grinned, digging into his hoodie's front pocket to pull out two oranges, a banana, and an apple.

"apple?"

"i'll use my teeth."

"no!" she cried, grabbing the fruit from him.

JIHOON

"have you guys heard of the orange peel theory?" soonyoung asked, shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

she and jihoon shook their heads at their unsolicited guest who somehow managed to make himself a little too comfortable in their shared apartment; claiming that before she came along, he was jihoon's babygirl.

she didn't care to fight soonyoung over it; jihoon did enough of that himself.

"isn't that a gym?" jihoon quipped.

"that's orange theory, babe." y/n corrected, grabbing another shrimp from the middle of the table.

soonyoung always came over unannounced, but never empty handed – arriving today with seafood boil for all three of them to share.

"ah..." he nodded, taking the shrimp from y/n's plate – peeling it for her.

she was shit at peeling her own shrimp and jihoon was more than happy to make sure she didn't ruin her perfectly manicured nails.

soonyoung rolled his eyes at the couple who never stayed up to date with the latest internet trends. "sickening." he mumbled.

peeling shrimp was far more romantic than peeling oranges, anyways. but if anyone were to ask jihoon, he'd skin anything she asked him to.

including their unannounced guest.

SEOKMIN

he didn't exactly fail her humorous attempts to test him on the orange peel theory.

but he didn't pass either.

in his defense, she had asked him in the middle of the night – waking him from his slumber to ask if he would peel an orange for her, only to reply "tomorrow."

and he knew she wasn't mad. there was no reason to.

it was a silly tiktok she had seen while she scrolled next to her boyfriend who was deep asleep – practically shaking their walls with his loud snores.

but seokmin felt guilty after he had read the groupchat he had shared with his members, each of them sharing how their significant others had managed to bring up the hot debate topic circulating social media.

if he had known....

"babe... why is our fridge full of peeled oranges?" she laughed. she had originally gone into the kitchen to grab a drink only to be distracted by the lack of bottled waters.... and an abundance of orange filled tupperwares.

"i'm sorry."

glancing over her boyfriend who stood at the doorway of their kitchen, she let out another laugh – walking over to pull him into a hug. "did you peel all those?"

he nodded into her shoulder, making her giggle.

"i didn't take it personally."

"i did." he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to her face. "and now i smell like an orange."

SEUNGKWAN

"look what i brought!" he sang as he kicked off his sneakers, shaking the bag in his hand.

seungkwan had paid his family a visit, coming back from the tiny island just south of the mainland with various treats he enjoyed growing up.

including a bag of tangerines.

"ooooh!" she clapped, following him into the kitchen – digging into the bag of his mom's homecooking. "these are going to be so good. can you–"

before she could even finish her sentence, he had placed a peeled orange on top of one of the containers; a large smile on his face.

"thank you?" she reached for the fruit hesitantly; wary of the strange smile on his face.

"i'd peel oranges for you."

popping a slice in her mouth. "i know... thanks."

"any mundane thing, i'd do."

she nodded, still quite confused with his actions. "i know."

"just getting that out there." he clicked his tongue.

"okay... weirdo." y/n chewed.

seunkwan frowned at her reaction.

"i take it back." he snatched the fruit from her hand.

"hey!"

@thegirlwhoimagined @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @f4iryjjosh @akeminy @yonabutnotyuna @tacosandbitch @vanillacheol @aaniag @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter @xbaekcult @alwaysalmostthere @ashkuuuu @morkswatermelonnnn @isabellah29 @lottogyu @bubbly-moon @lllucere

(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)

#the babygirl unit getting their share of the orange peel theory #babygirl and sassy unit.......... sorry guys lol #jeonghan x reader #joshua x reader #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #dokyeom x reader #dk x reader #seokmin x reader #seungkwan x reader #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #spamwrites

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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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i imagine sassy tutor reader having sex for the first with steve, she becomes shy at first then secretly wants more of him!!!

okay SO

sassy reader does indeed have her first time with Steve!

BUT she's had one beer (one lol) and is feeling brave bc Steeb actually turns a lil shy around her too. So she asks him to kiss her, and he does and then obviously he's an expert and very experienced so he takes charge skjsksks

#mandy answers #philosophy 101 #jock steve #sassy reader

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cupcakeinat0r · 2 months

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*Both silently working in the lab*

Miguel: I like you’re suit by the way.

Me: Then take it off.

Miguel: What?

Me: I said thank you.

Miguel: That’s not what you said-

Me: Yea it was, keep working.

#this one was a lil more sassy than usual #it’s how I’m feeling tho #do y’all think Mig likes attitude #🤭🤭🤭#miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv #miguel x y/n #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spiderman atsv #miguel across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara fanfiction

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rosiewritesstuff · 2 years

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No Name

Part 3/4

Gladiolus X Kingsglaive!Fem!Reader

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

A/N: Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for further details!

Hello everyone! Here is part 3, and shortly I will be posting part 4! I just want to assure everyone that I am still working diligently on requests! My next few weeks will be busy, (school is starting up, and I am playing both roles— a student and a teacher) but I'm going to spend today working hard on the request that I have! So be prepared for a Noctis X Reader in time! If you would like to see anything else, send requests my way!

Enjoy! -Rosie

Missed something? Here is Part 2

Want to continue? Here is Part 4

"Gladio caught you?" Prompto's voice echoed off of your phone speaker as you moved about your kitchen.

"Yep, twice. I think I am… well fucked… to put it mildly," you huffed, grabbing yourself a plate from your cupboard. You gently sat it beside the phone before trailing to the fridge in search for lunchmeat and slices of cheese. Prompto's end was silent for a moment, the clacking of the buttons on his controller seemed to snap loudly into the receiver. He sighed with a shred of defeat before tuning back into the conversation.

"I don't think so. I think that if he wanted you in trouble you would have been in it already. He does have the ability of looking up everyone who works in the Citadel." Prompto spoke with confidence, his buttons clacking again as he restarted what you assumed he failed.

"He doesn't have my name—"

"There are picture ID's with the names. He can figure it out." Prompto's voice was distant, as if he was only half listening your conversation. His focus slowly slipping to the game he was playing. You mulled over that thought and felt more nervousness spike within your stomach. You pulled out two slices of bread and rested them onto your plate.

"He was searching for me.. at least I think it was him."

"You think?" Prompto asked, again you heard the clacking of the analog sticks as he wildly moved them. "You didn't see him?"

"No. the girls were describing someone," you lifted your hand as if you were counting off the compliments. "He is so tall, He is so muscular, and don't even get me started with his eyes." you had three fingers held up before nodding with satisfaction, your gaze shifting to the bread on your plate. You pulled out cheese and rested it on one of the slices.

"That's Gladio alright, why don't the girls talk about me like that. It is always has to be him." Prompto sighed. "Son of a bitch!"

You didn't respond to that, and opened the plastic container holding your lunchmeat. Pulling out a small pinch you began unfolding it and resting it on the bed of cheese. This conversation was not helping, your fear beginning to crawl up your throat and the appetite that you had moments before had been pilfered. You sighed with defeat, giving up on the meat and dumping it carelessly onto the cheese. "Prompto, If he turns me in, it will be your ass too for giving me the keycard."

"He won't," Prompto was confident, or at least appeared to be. "If he wanted you in trouble, he would've made the move to get you in trouble. Besides, I will be unscathed. There are perks with being best friends with the Prince. I may get 40 hours of training for a week, but I will be alright." He gave a small breath of relief, like he finally conquered whatever issue he encountered before. "Yeah, you may be in trouble—"

"Prompto, seriously. Not helping," you groaned.

The controller noises died instantly, "I am sorry! I don't mean to freak you out, it was a joke. I don't think he is turning you in. Between you and me, he is a big teddy bear. If he wanted you in trouble, then you would already be looking for a new job."

"Then why hasn't he?" The curiosity bristled within your chest. You felt a taste of relief from Prompto's words, but it didn't stop you from being concerned. Prompto was quiet for a moment, and you figured he didn't hear you. You went to repeat yourself but he cut you off the moment your voice perked up.

"He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company." Prompto was thinking, his voice falling pensively from the receiver. This plucked so many strange feelings from inside your heart-- and your face and ears began to grow painfully hot. You swallowed thickly.

"But I am mean to him.. I mean, not mean but sassy… He doesn't find that amusing--"

Prompto scoffed into the phone before resuming his game. "Maybe he considers it— you know what, I don't know. but again, between you and me— I think you are fine."

The conversation didn't progress further than that, and you were left with a swarm of weird feelings that seemed to bud into curiosity and maybe even admiration. You were curious to no end about what Prompto was alluding to, or fought to confess. But you swore he was about to say: flirting.

You sat with these emotions for a while, and were nearly searching for Gladio every time you entered the Citadel. You were waiting for two things now. An ambush and handcuffs, or a simple interaction with someone far out of your league. At least that's how you felt about it. Despite Prompto's confidence on your safety, you still stood on edge. But you were a determined woman, and you were also not one to step down.

Once more, you returned to the Royal Training Room.

It was empty again, this time, you came even later at night. That was the only time your schedule could allow. You didn't want to run the possibility of breaking bones by crashing into him again— Yet you also didn't want to walk in on him showering like the first time. So you finally decided that you would show up at some God awful hour in hopes to miss him completely. After all, you were still scooping at the well that luck had given you. At one point you were going to be sipping the last drip— You needed to be smart about this.

12:30 at night, you slipped into the training room, finding all of the lights were off. You sipped freely again, feeling absolutely quenched by luck's generously deep well. The woman's locker room was finally open to the public and you wasted no time to rush inside to change into your training attire.

You were maybe halfway through your routine when the training door squeaked loudly, forcing you to drop the weights you were trying to lift. They hit the rubber mats with a thud— your eyes splayed wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

You swore you were lightheaded, when Gladio approached you. He hadn't said a word, just his gaze holding yours with a very unfamiliar glint. He shifted his weight, looking at the dumbbells you dumped onto the ground. "Do you live here or something?" you grumbled, looking him over.

"No, but it sure appears that way." He shrugged. "If you are going to be in here, at least try to take care of the equipment." His brow raised, a shadow of a smirk lifting to his lips.

You tried to think of something witty to say back, however he was already turned and heading towards the locker room. Was that lady luck refilling your glass, or did he just let everything slip without question or accusation. Was he onto you already? and did Prompto say something? He was gone before you even realized it. You stood in question all over again before swiftly gathering yourself and grabbing the weights you carelessly dropped.

He seemed to go about his business like you weren't even there. Aside from the occasional glances that you were sure held a scrutinizing spark. But you ignored it and proceeded to the very last part of your practice— Hand to hand combat. You took some powerful swings at the punching bag, sending it swinging and crying on the chains that supported it. You were determined and focused, following your routine of punches, upper cuts, side swipes and occasional kicks. You were engrossed entirely in your workout— and didn't notice Gladio standing behind and watching with an observant gaze. That was until you turned around to sip at your water bottle when you noticed him. You nearly spilled the bottle from the jolt it gave you. "Sorry," he stated, "Didn't mean to scare you, no name."

He stated your fake alias as if he were trying to remind you that you never even introduced yourself properly. But you were damned if you were going to let him know your identity, even despite his kindness. "Did you need to use this?" You looked up from the mouth of your water bottle and eyed him. You almost wanted to see him hit that bag with full force. You were almost positive the fixtures would come tearing out of the low ceiling if he were to. But you swallowed that thought with a splash of water.

"No, I just saw you were not hitting properly. You need to improve your form. You hit hard but you could hit harder if you were to spread you legs a little bit and twist, using your weight as leverage." He shrugged, looking behind you as if to silently ask to demonstrate.

You were shocked and must've appeared that way because your lips still lightly clung to the mouth of the bottle, eyes never leaving his. Was he helping you? There was the heat that came sweltering back, as if the sun fell to the planet to banish it away. You side stepped allowing him to demonstrate.

He showed you, gesturing to the way his legs were spread, then slowly ran through the motion. His body twisted and he mustered the force of his weight into his fist, hitting the bag hard and swiftly. The fixtures did not give, yet the chains rattled and pulled tight. He caught it before it could swing back again. He steadied it and glanced back at you, "You try." He moved, gesturing you to the bag. You watched him closely before setting the water down and taking his place in front of the bag. Your eyes lingered on him for a moment longer before you mimicked his movements.

It took only a few attempts before you honed it in and nailed the bag hard enough to make it swing, the chains rattling much like the way Gladio had them moments before. You turned to him and caught a smile lift to his face. "Better," He nodded.

From there he began to teach you, not like you asked. But his techniques and ideas were all appreciated— considering he was the sworn Shield of the Prince. He knew a lot about combat. It wasn't long until he invited you to spar with him at the end of your work out.

He was slower then you, however his blows were heavy and hard. You found him to be a difficult individual to fight— to say the least, he was a formidable foe. It made you glad that he didn't detain you the first day he caught you, because it would take him absolutely nothing to do so.

It wasn't like you couldn't hold your own, however. The sheen of sweat that coated Gladio's face and pieces of his exposed body seemed to solidify that you, too, gave him a run for his money. Where he hit hard, you would dodge and hit him twice with a strong precision. In the glaive, you were known for your swiftness in the battlefield. It showed by the way his breath fell heavy from his lungs in deep, sharp gusts.

You stood about a yard away from him now, looking down the long stretch of space at him. His heavy sparring sword hung like a dead weight against his shoulders. To say you were proud of yourself was an absolute understatement. Gladiolus Amicitia, Son of Clarus Amicitia the shield of the king, stood winded in your path. Yeah, you may had been a bit too proud. But that never stopped you before, and a cocky smile grew cheekily onto your lips. "Give up?" You smirked, eyes watching as his gaze picked up to greet yours. You swallowed deeply at his sudden change of demeanor.

"Against a pip squeak like you?" He stood straight, thick eyebrow quirking in a challenging pose. "Yeah, right." The air felt a smidge thicker, and was that tension there before? His eyes, as bright and clear as they always had been, were masked with something fierce; Something you couldn't truly peg yourself. But if you were to give that look and the sudden change of air pressure a voice, it would say the gloves are off

This man, was toying with you. Like he always had been. And quickly this match turned from training, to now proving worth to the other— honor dangling on a thin golden thread. He came at you with a level of swiftness you hadn't seen from him yet that night. Taking one hard swing with his training sword, he mustered what he could behind it. You brought up your training weapon to block, the sheer force jarred your arms and upper body. but the blade remained against yours. Only for a moment.

That was until he unleashed what you felt was his second motor— it rocked the pistons within his joints, and sent jolts of power through his muscles. It was enough to push you backwards, skidding against the wooden ground. You went to make your attack, however found yourself grappling him. It happened faster then you could connect any dots, and felt the ground connect hard with your back— stealing the oxygen straight from your lungs. He had you pinned.

"That's game, Sweetheart." His lips reflected the boost of confidence he must have felt. You gasped for air as he knelt beside you, taking your wrist in his hand. He slowly pulled you to sit upward. You wanted to punch him for being so helpful and kind. But in the same way, you wanted to laugh and relent. He was superior on the battlefield. The cocky smirk bled to a genuine smile as you let a little laugh escape your gasping lips. Your voice echoed off of the walls of the empty training room. For a moment in time, you forgot who you were, who he was, where you were and what time it was. In this moment of rushing adrenaline and the dying buzz of exhilaration, you were simply two people.

"Damn." You whispered, eyes finding the gentle spark within his. You caught a single bead of sweat tread down his temple— falling quickly beneath his stubble. "You're good," you croaked, arching your back in means to stretch the crunched bones that made up your spine. A stiff back and muscle soreness was surely in your future— But it was almost welcomed.

"Thanks," He tilted his head back, before looking back at you. "You're not bad, yourself. Put up quite a fight."

"I usually do—" your voice strained as you twisted your core.

"I'm aware," the way his voice fell made your blood run hotter than usual— as if magma was just injected into your blood stream. You were quick to find his eyes on you, gently holding you. That's when you noticed that he hadn't let go of your wrist, his big fingers gently wrapped around it, holding it secure against the smoothness of his palm. Your betraying eyes moved from his eyes to the smile perched on his lips. Oh damn.

You retreated to look back at his eyes again. The magma that ran thickly through your veins, now lifted it's unbearable heat to your skin— turning it red like heated igneous rock. It started in your cheeks, and like wild fire, caught your neck and ears ablaze as well. You swallowed hard before turning your gaze from his unmoving one. "Well, whatever." You tugged your wrist from his hand, trying not to swoon at the way your fingers slid past the openness of his palm. "You have had more practice than I had. And you are bigger than me—" your tried shuffling to your feet.

"Sounds like a load of excuses to me." Gladio mumbled, eyes watching you as you found your footing. You shot him a half amused glare before finding your training weapon and securing it back into your hand.

"Not all of us glaives receive extended training periods with skilled fighters, like you do. But, I digress." You turned, eyes now meeting the broadness of his muscular chest. He had risen to his full height. You stretched your gaze to meet his.

"Just like how you never had the pleasure of getting a name?" He was dead set on getting that from you. But you smiled, nodded, and turned to walk towards the locker room. You felt secure in the idea that he wasn't going to turn you in. If that late night and very early morning did not hint strongly enough at that, then maybe the way he looked at you and held your wrist, had. But either way— you were not going to tell him your name. It was too fun to keep the mystery alive.

"Exactly like that," you answered coyly.

It was two in the morning when you left the locker room, sopping up your dripping hair with a towel. You expected the room to be empty as you left— but instead you caught Gladio sitting on a bench near the door, book in hand. In your mind you never pictured him to be one for reading, the sight seemed so foreign it was hard not to stare at him. It was a red, hard cover book with golden letters that glistened off of the florescent lighting. You stopped in front of him and leaned in to read the title. "The Silence of Knowledge," you stated pensively, the cover of the book moved as he slowly pulled it shut and looked at you from over it. "Sounds like a boring read," you shrugged, pulling the strap of your falling bag back onto your shoulder. With a small side step you dumped the towel you were using into the hamper by the door.

"It requires a selective taste," He bellowed, watching your eyes closely before shoving the book back into an unzipped pocket in his own bag. "I was worried you died in there." He swiftly pulled the zipper and fastened the pocket before glancing back up at you.

"You didn't have to wait for me," you said with a tilt of your head. He stood up and followed you as you ambled your way towards the double gym doors. You shoved the metal bar— it snapped as it unlatched and squeaked as it opened.

"I know," Gladio walked to the light switch near the door, and shut the lights off with a swift swipe of his hand. "Thought it would be the gentleman thing to do after kicking your ass." You held the door open with your outwardly cocked hip, arms folding across your chest.

"Hilarious," you deadpanned, his hand coming out to hold open the door for himself as you stepped away. The door snapped behind him when he moved into the juncture that held it. He turned, grabbing the handle and giving it a hard tug to assure that it shut all the way. The automated lock clicked in place when it had.

The pair of you walked down the hall, side by side. The silence that started off comfortable began to grow a little awkward and in a grand fear of it continuing down the path of unbearable, you cleared your throat. "So why are you up so late?"

Gladio glanced over at you and shrugged. "Had a hard time sleeping. Figured a light work out would help." His answer was so simple, you felt sad at how short it was, and that it lacked the intention to continue further with the conversation. You nodded as you made it to the brass doors of one of the side exits. He opened the door for you and allowed you to exit before he did.

"Is this the part where I get jumped by 40 cops and get detained?" You asked as you passed the threshold. The cool damp night seemed to make you shiver slightly, and nipped at the tip of your nose. But you tried to pay it no mind as you turned your pointed gaze at Gladio. The door slid from his grip after you passed through and he turned to face you.

"Not my plan, but I can arrange it."

"Why haven't you turned me in yet?" The question fell of off your lips faster then your mind grew the sense to dispel it. You swallowed thickly, as he stroked his chin with his fingertips.

"Not sure, do you want to be turned in?"

"No. I am just confused as to why you haven't yet." It wasn't like you ran into him multiple times now. And each time he tried to get your name or toyed around with the threat of handling the situation. He studied your face for a moment before looking up at the clouds that were once hanging heavily over Insomnia. It was as if he was searching for that answer himself and the clouds were going to spell that answer out for him. You were caught following his gaze before trekking your own path. The city lights reflected off of the soaked pavement and buildings, giving the street a faint glow. It was almost romantic if you were not questioning the position you truly stood in. He cleared his throat.

"Not nearly as confused as I am, because I still do not know your name," Again he pranced on the line of requesting and begging.

"Not like you can't figure it out."

"Maybe I have,"

You quirked your eyebrow, "Then you wouldn't be asking—"

"Maybe I want you to say it so I don't mispronounce it."

You both stood there staring at one another. He had a wide playful grin, and you sported a confused gaze, drinking in his features for any signs of dishonesty. He held a smile of confidence, and his eyes were unwavering from yours. You struggled to read him, either he knew your name, or he had a fantastic poker face.

The wailing from a police siren broke the silent string of exchanges. "I won't be upset if you do. I can always correct you." You stood your ground, watching how his face reacted to your statement. You expected a wave of fear to surge through his eyes— and waited for the confident, shit eating grin to falter. However you were shocked to see his confidence heighten and his smirk uplift further.

"Do you need a ride?" He looked out at the dark sky. He changed the subject, leaning towards the prospect that he had no idea what your name was— it was just a way to get you to say it.

"You don't know my name, do you?"

"I asked if you needed a ride, Sweetheart."

"And give you the location of my home. I think not--" You turned on your heels and proceeded down the small flight of stairs leading towards the parking lot.

"If you insist, just don't get your ass handed to you out there. Would hate to see your name in the paper—" he tutted, following you down and stopping at the bottom of the stairs. You however continued to walk, eyes officially focused towards the exit.

"If you could even recognize it." You didn't even bother to turn to look at him— and you raised your hand as if to say goodbye. "See ya," you called after you gave a small wave, and continued your steady pace back home.

Walking through the door of your apartment, you unpacked the day with your gym bag; throwing the work out clothes from earlier into the waiting washing machine. "Wait a damn minute," you paused, closing the heavy lid and listening to it latch. Your brow furrowed, feeling that magma resurface again, bringing the heat back to your cheeks— "Did he call me Sweetheart?"

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