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xxsabitoxx · 8 months

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Where JJK Men Are Sensitive

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Yuji, Megumi

Warnings: all characters are 18+, this is a smut headcanon post with various levels of lewd-content lol, proceed with caution... or not, I don't judge. I mean I'm the one who wrote it so...

A/N: tried a different style than how I did this with the Hashira lol. Thank you all for blowing up my "How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0" post! I was and still am absolutely floored with how quickly y'all blew it up!

Satoru Gojo

Satoru doesn’t tell you where he is sensitive because he wants you to figure it out through “exploration”. Given the fact that he is the Satoru Gojo, you jump on the offer to spend hours learning every inch of his body. You make a whole day out of it really, and it goes without saying that your endeavor was very, very successful. Sensitive and ticklish run a very thin line for Satoru and it is a line that is very easily blurred. Your first discovery was that he has a very sensitive neck. Something as small as your hands cupping the back of it was enough to have Satoru shivering in your embrace, whining a little into the kiss. You learned very quickly that one of his greatest weaknesses is your lips on his pulse, leaving faint bruises where you sucked. As your exploration continued, you found that Satoru was very reactive when you touched his chest. More specifically, you hadn’t expected him to moan the way he did when your tongue ran across his nipple by mistake. The noise that escaped him, paired with the visible twitch of his dick was enough for you to take the other between your thumb and pointer finger and pinch. The third discovery was that Satoru has particularly sensitive balls. Yep, that’s right, his fucking balls. You had given him head before, but you had never dared to touch him there since you weren’t sure how he would react. Since this was a “free-for-all” as Satoru put it, you gingerly cupped him and watched the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes were glued to his face as you massaged them, alternating your pressure to see how far you could take it before pleasure pushed the line and turned into pain. Turns out, they are sensitive but durable and well… he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit rough with him from time to time (all the time).

Suguru Geto

Suguru refuses to let you figure out where he is sensitive until you catch him off guard one night and bind his wrists. Of course he can easily get out of them but he’s interested in indulging you because you look too damn cute when you think you’ve won. You’re pretty upfront with him about what you intend to do, which only makes him a little antsy as your fingers nimbly undo the rest of his clothing while you remain in nothing but his t-shirt. Suguru isn’t quite used to the roles being reversed but he’ll give it a try for you. The first sensitive point on his body that you discover is his ears, and it’s not because of his gauges. You actually avoid his earlobes all together, instead catching him by surprise as you sink your teeth into the shell of his ear. This earns a reaction neither of you expected, a low groan that vibrates his chest as you alternate the pressure of your nibbling before pulling away. Suguru’s cheeks are red now as you continue to explore various points on him, his dick painfully hard and sitting proudly against his abdomen as you work. The next spot is actually his sides, your fingernails scraping them has his body shivering in response. It seems some of Suguru’s sensitivity resides in the most random places, because you didn’t quite envision yourself laughing as you grazed your teeth down his side before biting softly and watching his back arch. By the time you reach his waist, Suguru is red in the face and panting, precum oozing steadily out of his tip and resting on his abdomen. He’s looking at you with blown out pupils, quietly begging you to touch him where it really “matters”, to which you shake your head. Suguru’s thighs are his other weakness, which you kind of figured since he always gets very fidgety when you sit on his lap or grind on it.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a tough man to break down, but over the years you have located a few of his weak points. One of Nanami’s major weaknesses is his jaw/neck, more specifically when you’re kissing and sucking and biting there. There is something about the sensual drag of your teeth on his skin that has his composure dissolving. You know this of course, so you use it to get your way when Nanami is being a little too stubborn for his own good. This neck sensitivity goes a little further though, something as simple as adjusting his tie or fixing his collar will have Nanami shivering from your touch. You found another weak spot by mistake, turns out Nanami is rather ticklish when it comes to his Stomach. You had been riding him, initially placing your hands behind you on his legs to hold yourself as your hips rose and fell. But your back was getting sore and the angle was starting to get tiring, so you slowed and pushed yourself forward rather than leaning back. The moment your hands made contact with Nanami’s abs, he was gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. You initially thought you had hurt him by pressing down on him, but that worried thought disappeared the moment he gasped out for you to “not move” when you started to pull your hands away. You started paying a little more attention to his stomach shortly after that, just because you enjoyed the way he squirmed and fell apart. Unknown to you still is the fact that Nanami’s nipples are very sensitive. He keeps it hidden because he is utterly mortified by how turned on he gets from it. Even if your hand ghosts over them, even if he’s still fully dressed, the feeling has his face turning a deep shade of red. He knows if you figure this out, you’ll go out of your way to touch him there regardless of where you both are, and he just knows he won’t be able to stop the heat from flooding his face.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is pretty damn adamant that he has no “weak spots”. That’s up until your hand rests on the back of his slutty ass, tiny waist and he’s crumbling at the feeling. Something about your fingers on his skin has Toji losing his train of thought, he’ll stop mid-sentence if he feels your hands on his waist. Maybe it’s because of how intimate that one touch is, especially when you’re the one grabbing his waist and he’s not the one grabbing yours. Shiu likes to give Toji a funny look if you do this while in his presence, it’s typically one Toji ignores. To continue this “men with sensitive nipples” agenda I got going on, Toji will be putty in your hands the moment your lips wrap around one of his nipples. He’s utterly shameless when you start sucking and biting his chest, moaning and groaning while his hips buck into the air. You are mindful of how you straddle him solely because you don’t want to give him any sort of relief when you toy with him, hence his restless hips meeting empty air rather than your own. Toji’s rather embarrassed by how sensitive the head of his dick is, especially when you’re giving him head. Even the smallest of touches, the quickest tug, even the gentlest lick, will have his jaw going slack. You’re just as cruel as he is sometimes, deciding to focus all of your attention on the tip of his cock just to watch him struggle to clench his slack-jaw to try and hide his noises. You’ll have him coming in no time at all, making sure to be relentless in your teasing after the fact because he can be just as relentless with you when roles are reversed. A bonus spot is his balls, because why the fuck wouldn’t they be. He’s desperate to keep that one a secret but you are too damn observant to get anything by.

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna, sensitive? Nah, no fucking way. He is the only man on this list that can confidently say he doesn’t have a single point on his body that will have him crumbling if you touch it. The thing with Sukuna is that he will not let you have enough freedom to roam his body. You are his, but he is not yours. That’s not to say he’ll turn you down if you start sucking and kissing his jaw and neck, the gentle scrape of your teeth certainly do something to ease the tension in his shoulders. But that definitely doesn’t mean those spots are sensitive, nope, not even a little. Sukuna’s hips definitely don’t falter when you grind against his pubic bone while he has you stuffed to the brim with his cock. Oh and he absolutely can’t stand it when your nails rake his shoulders, specifically between his shoulder blades. The king of curses himself has NO weak points, I mean really he doesn’t. There is nothing you can do to get the curse to submit to you, and that’s just the facts. Sukuna definitely doesn’t groan when you do any of these things, he definitely doesn’t utter your name in a deep, warning rumble as you try and fuck with him. And he most definitely does not enjoy when you litter his skin with your own bite marks… just warning ya~

Yuta Okkotsu

Where isn’t this man sensitive? Yuta is pretty embarrassed about how easily he can fall apart under your touch, especially when you are holding his hips while you kiss him. Something about the way your fingers dig into his skin, as if trying to keep him close while he has his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Like he’ll disappear if you let him go, fuck it just get’s him going. Depending on where you are, Yuta will likely have you pinned to the wall the moment he feels your hands desperately clawing at his hips. You found out pretty quickly that Yuta’s hip sensitivity spreads down to his thighs. The moment your back hits the wall, Yuta is shamelessly shoving his leg between your thighs, spreading them for him as his knee hits the wall and his thigh is slotted snuggle against your heat. Yuta’s noises are relentless as your hips grind down on his thigh, the muscles tensing under your movements and only adding to the shared pleasure of it. You realize pretty fast that Yuta enjoys marking you, but that he also enjoys being marked. That goes hand in hand with his numerous sensitive spots. One time you actually bit his shoulder and he swore he could have come, completely untouched, right then and there. You’ll have his eyes nearly crossing if you rake your nails along his back, the stimulation your sex offers him paired with the ticklish/scratchy stimulation of your nails on his skin is enough to have him sobbing. Yuta will absolutely lose his mind if you bite his neck too, he gets off to being covered in your love bites. That being said, Yuta’s dick is just as sensitive, if not more sensitive than the rest of his body. When you first started having sex, you would tease him by saying you need to fuck more often so he can build his tolerance. Not that you mind having multiple short rounds, especially since he makes sure you cum Every. Single. Time.

Yuji Itadori

Bless this man, he’s so touch starved that it’s impossible for him to not get the chills whenever you touch him. Yuji’s beyond sensitive, especially when it comes to your touch. Some of his most sensitive spots are actually pretty random and sometimes very specific. For example, just below his ear, that spot on your head where your jaw ends and your ear lobe nearly meet. You kissed him there once, a kiss placed among many, but that was the one spot that had him breathing out, begging you to do it again. So you did, kissing intently and sucking a bruise there until Yuji’s fingers were nearly bruising your waist. You learned his body pretty fast, finding that his chest was pretty sensitive as well, earning you pretty noises every time you so much as ran a finger down his sternum. He doesn’t particularly enjoy his nipples being toyed with roughly, that’s one area that’s more painful-sensitive rather than pleasurable-sensitive. But he doesn’t mind if you kiss them or lick them gently. He’s all for massages, especially when you have him on his stomach, your hands kneading the muscular flesh of his back until he’s shamelessly groaning as you work out the tense knots. But nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure your hands brought him when you began massaging the small of his back. It was enough to turn his groans into moans, goosebumps erupting over his flesh as he shivered uncontrollably. You listened to him, following the instructions he cried out for you to not stop, noticing the way he was grinding his hips into the mattress below you. The sight had been so lewd that you couldn’t make yourself stop even if you tried, dying to see how it all played out, dying to see if he’d make himself cum. Yuji adores it when you run your hands all over him, the feathery light, ticklish touches are enough to make his lips buck, cock twitching violently as he waits for you to do more to him.

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh Megumi…Megumi Megumi Megumi. He takes after his fathers, not willing to admit he has any weak spots but also willing to let you try and find them. Contradictory but either way, you’re eager to know how to make the typically stoic man crumble. It came as a shock when you figured out one of his sensitive points within thirty seconds of climbing into his lap. Megumi’s thighs are very sensitive, even from something as simple as your weight settling on them. It also helps that the heat from your covered sex can be felt through the material of his clothes, your closeness only making it more apparent. You’ll use this information against him later on, especially on nights where you just want to get him worked up. Turns out Megumi’s neck is pretty ticklish, the mix of your soft lips and hair as well as your teeth gently grazing him is intoxicating. Megumi finds himself struggling to stifle his noises as you mark his neck up with as many love bites and bruises as you can before his self restraint runs thin and he gives up on this whole “locate the weak spots” endeavor. Did I mention he takes after his fathers, cause he does. Megumi is mortified by this fact, but his balls are pretty damn sensitive. After an hour of making out and letting you feel him up, you finally reward him for his patience and give him head. He’d rather your sex but he’s too damn worked up to care at the moment, and your mouth is fucking perfect anyways. So, given that he’s let you have more leeway in the last hour than he has during any other of your sexual encounters, you take the liberty of cupping his sac as you wrap your lips around his tip. You nearly choked when he almost immediately spilled into your mouth, the hour of teasing had worked him up more than either of you anticipated and he had no strength left to mentally prepare for you doing something as bold as that.

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emchant3d · 4 days

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They say Captain Munson has a gift. That he’s blessed by a god’s touch.

His ship has survived every battle. His crew flourishes with bounty, with health and good fortune. He steers them unerringly through every storm, sailing directly into the gargantuan waves, into the lightning and rain, and comes out the other side pristine while other vessels would have been sunk, snapped and splintered on the ocean floor, crew turned to ghosts to haunt the waters.

They say he made a deal, sold his soul, sold his crew’s souls, will find his reckoning one day at the end of a sword or drowned in the sea he loves so much. They say he’s a devil of his own, that his eyes glow red and black and his teeth are sharp and fanged, nails clawed, that he slaughters innocents and bathes in their blood.

But the truth is much simpler. Captain Munson is no devil, he did not sell any souls, and he certainly isn’t blessed by any god.

Captain Munson fell in love.

He didn’t mean to. When the fishing nets are reeled in that fateful day he expects nothing more than a few meals, a couple pounds to send to the kitchens for Benny to work his magic with. He isn’t even on deck when the catch is brought in.

It’s Gareth’s frantic voice that draws him upwards, his shouting and knocking on his cabin door that has him strapping a sword to his hip before taking the stairs two at a time to see the threat.

He’s expecting a King’s ship. Maybe another pirate.

He isn’t expecting a mer.

Pale, unconscious, bleeding, sprawled on the deck, plush and soft and gorgeous, tan torso tapering down into a huge, shimmering tail. He’s breathing but it’s shallow, weak, a shell on a necklace moving faintly with each hitch of his chest.

And the crown. A simple circlet, golden and shining, tangled in his chestnut hair, gems glinting from the locks.

Mers are mythical, believed to be stories by some and history by others, but Eddie grew up hearing the tales of them every night from his mother, and the evidence is right in front of them - how can they do anything but believe?

It takes three of them to move him below deck. Eddie grips him under his arms, Gareth supports his hips, and Jeff wrangles his tail. They take him to Eddie’s quarters, the only bed big enough to fit him.

He wakes in stages, delirious from pain, snapping teeth and swinging claws when he has the strength for it and slurring rambling words when he doesn’t, head lolling on the pillow, eyes rolling back.

His injuries are strange - a band of dark bruising around his pretty throat, his back shredded, bites taken out of the dips of his sides and the meat of his tail. There’s sickness in him, but Joyce is patient. She patches him up, soothes the mer’s fever and stitches the wounds she can, bandages what she can’t, keeps it all clean, keeps it wet because apparently that’s what he needs - salt water, which makes Eddie cringe in sympathy, but only seems to ease the mer’s pain, not make it worse.

It’s a week before those pretty eyes blink open with genuine awareness in them, sharp and wary. Eddie’s taken to sitting at the mer’s side, feels a strange responsibility to him that he doesn’t want to look too closely at, and he glances up from his journal to find the other’s gaze locked on him.

“Where am I?” he croaks out, and Eddie smiles, snapping the journal shut.

“You’re aboard the Hellfire, sweetheart. Captain Eddie Munson, at your service.” He bows in his seat, and it goes over about as well as he thought it would.

There’s a lot of threats and snarling and cursing, but Eddie simply leans back, out of the mer’s reach as he crowds himself into the corner of the mattress, back pressed to the wall and sheets tangled around his tail.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he tries to soothe, and the mer scoffs. Eddie can’t blame him for his caution, but he tells him the honest truth - where he was found, the state of him, how they’ve nursed him back to health.

The mer’s hand hovers over one of the nastier wounds at his side, covered in gauze, dampened with saltwater. When he cuts his eyes back to Eddie there’s a little less animosity in his gaze, and Eddie will take what he can get.

Eventually he pulls a name from that snarling mouth. Stephan. “Prince Stephan,” he begrudgingly admits once Eddie points out the crown that he’d gently worked free of his hair.

And he’s a mer, but different.

“Siren, is what I believe your kind calls mine,” Stephan says, “half and half. Mer and human.”

“Human,” Eddie muses, and Stephan confesses, warily, haltingly - he’s the King’s bastard son. Born to King Richard of the land and the Mer Queen of the sea.

“And how did the Prince of the Mer find his way into my net, hm?” Eddie asks, smiling, and Stephan rolls his eyes at him.

He’s a runaway. King Richard had come looking for his son and with his mother’s blessing Stephan abandoned his title, his home, because the King would find him eventually if he stayed, and whatever dangers he might face in the open sea would be nothing compared to what the King might use his gifts for.

“Gifts?” Eddie asks, and Stephan smiles, his pointed teeth glinting.

It’s a clear day, not a cloud to be seen, no sign of rain or bad weather. And yet as Steve begins to hum softly, a shadow crosses overhead.

It happens slowly. Stephan’s voice builds, a wordless little melody, something melancholy and soft, and the sky beyond the windows of the cabin darkens. Thunder rolls and in the distance, Eddie can see a crack of lightning.

The ship rocks as waves begin to form, the once-smooth water taking a turn. Eddie can hear the crew above deck begin to shout to one another, confusion building, growing more insistent as Stephan’s song grows, and Eddie’s stomach drops.

The siren’s voice is haunting, terrifying. Eddie’s frozen in place, meeting his eyes even as tears well in his own. He’s transfixed, can’t move, can’t speak, paralyzed with some ancient, instinctual knowing of danger, of death.

Eddie does not scare easy. But this is terror personified. This is the true threat that lives in the sea. Not the waves, not man, this. This creature who smiles at him with sharp teeth and a haunting voice, reaching towards Eddie with a clawed hand, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear in a touch that makes Eddie’s skin crawl and his heart skip and dread sink into his very bones.

He’s staring death in the face, and death is smiling.

Then Stephan quiets, and it’s over as quickly as it had begun. The sky clears in moments. The waters calm. The vessel’s heaving calms, and Eddie’s spine unlocks.

He stares at the being before him, amazed, before a slow, brilliant smile breaks over his face.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you, Prince Stephan?” he asks, and gets a smile in return.

“Call me Steve,” he tells him, and fondness begins to worm its way into Eddie’s chest.

“Then call me Eddie.” He sees Steve’s eyes flutter, and he tilts his head. “You’re tired,” he tells him, and gets a huff in response. “You’re safe here, Steve,” he tells him, and he knows he doesn’t trust him, not fully, not yet, but that’s okay. “Rest. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Steve watches him warily, but clearly the little display has worn him out. His hand finds that same wound on his side, cradling it carefully, back shifting like it hurts to sit up straight and stretch all that marred skin.

“Lay a hand on me, and I’ll eat you,” Steve warns, and Eddie snorts a laugh.

“Whatever you say, highness,” and he tugs the sheets back into place over that large tail, and lets the mer get the rest he still clearly needs.

part 2 coming soon 💕 no tag lists, sorry!

#steddie #mermay #merman steve harrington #siren steve harrington #pirate eddie munson #stevexeddie #steve/eddie #mine

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byuntrash101 · 5 months

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what you deserve

soft dom!juyeon x f!reader x mean dom!hyunjae smut | mdni 4.2k your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve nsfw tags under the cut

slut shaming reader (hj calls her easy), lots of teasing, fingering (because have you seen juyeon's hands? gotta put those to use), begging, pet names (princess, doll, baby, kitten), praising, degradation (slut, whore), slight dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (these stunts are performed by professionnals don't try this at home), spitroasting/eiffel tower, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), creampie, double penetration, anal

a/n: would you believe me if i said it took 1 whole ass fucking year to finish this? (yes i started writing on the 1st October 22) (smh)

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Deep down you knew it wasn’t true. You knew Younghoon couldn’t be your soulmate. Most of the time he would ditch you to go hang out with his friends and not return your calls or texts for the whole night then turn up home completely drunk and smelling of an other woman's perfume, even if he denied it every time. So saying Younghoon wasn’t the best boyfriend was to say the least an understatement.

Deep down you knew that. You knew he didn’t really love you but just used you for entertainment purposes.

So why? Why? Did you still believe that little voice in your head? Despite the sleepless nights, despite the countless tears shed, despite the pain. You still believed you two had a chance, you still believed you could fix him…

But did you still love him?

“What are you doing?” the stern voice of Hyunjae erupted from beside you, sitting with you on the comfortable and cushioned couch, making you jump and hurriedly hide your screen from his scrutinizing eyes.

“Huh? Hmm… Nothing” you lied, quickly typing out the rest of your text to your boyfriend.

“She’s talking to Younghoon” Juyeon snitched, seated right at your other side, as he perfectly accomplished a dangerous maneuver with Princess Peach’s pink kart securing the first place right in front of Hyunjae.

Hyunjae groaned but you didn’t know if it was because he was certain to lose the race or if it was well… because of you.

“Y/N!” He shouted putting the controller down before even finishing the race.

Well… you knew now.

“I can’t believe you’re still with that fucking asshole” Hyunjae whistled through gritted teeth.

You knew Hyunjae despised Younghoon, hence why you were trying to hide away the screen from the eyes of your best friend. But as you turned the device the other way Juyeon snatched it from your hands.

“What did she send ?” Hyunjae avidly asked.

“Please don’t read it” you asked Juyeon, pleading eyes bordering on begging to preserve the ridiculous trace amount of pride you had left and not read yet another text in which you bent over backwards for your ungrateful boyfriend.

“I’m not gonna read it” Juyeon declared. You exhaled in relief while Hyunjae scoffed. “But I am going to take it away for the rest of the night”.

“What? Please give it back” you tried to reach for it but Juyeon was way taller and had longer arms there was no way you would be able to take it back from him.

“No. Just enjoy a fun gaming night with us. Okay?” Juyeon smiled at you with that adorable eye smile that you’ve been unable to say no to since middle school.

“Fine”

You played a little more Mario Kart but it was as if the atmosphere had changed.

“Can I ask you something ?” Juyeon finally asked.

There he goes again… You thought.

The three of you were best friends for almost as long as you could remember and you knew them like the back of your hands.

When something awkward like that happened Hyunjae and yourself would rather ignore it and you would give each other time to forgive and forget but not Juyeon. He would just bluntly speak his truth.

“Sure” you said as you paused the game and Hyunjae groaned again.

“Why him?” Juyeon asked, putting his phone down. You sighed in annoyance and the

question.

“I don’t know, Juyeon, OK? I don't know why I love him.” You said as you rubbed your aching temple.

“You can do so much better though!” He protested while Hyunjae looked at you with stern eyes.

“You deserve someone that’s going to be thoughtful and kind” Juyeon almost whispered with his deep voice, bringing the back of his hand to your cheek.

With this simple touch the atmosphere had changed again. Juyeon’s cat-like eyes fixed on your lips, leaning dangerously as you felt his warm reassuring touch on your cheek. It felt safe and somehow you didn’t have it in you to pull away.

“Someone like me? Maybe?” he murmured, his lips grazing yours. He paused right there. Giving you one last chance to pull away, to remain faithful to your morals but… how could you? You felt the heat radiating from his face and his soft breath fanning your cheeks. You didn’t want him to stop.

So he leaned in to close the distance between your lips and finally kissed you. The electric charge from the thrill of kissing your best friend traveled from your lips all the way down to your core, making your guts stir in excitement.

Juyeon’s hand moved from your cheek to your nape to gently press your lips further onto his own, slightly parting them to let his tongue lap at yours. Heat pulled in your lower stomach while your eyelids fluttered close, losing yourself in this kiss. Juyeon’s large palm sliding up your thigh as he kissed you softly.

“Right, my princess? “ he whispered, breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more, you nodded, looking at him through your lashes when you heard Hyunjae scoff behind you.

The brief sound brought you back to reality. You whipped your head to your side where you are greeted by the icy cold gaze of the older one, eyeing you scornfully.

“You’re wasting your time” he said, maintaining the unwavering eye contact. “She doesn’t care about this…” he brought his hand to your cheek caressing slightly before he shifted to entangle his slender fingers around your hair “She only likes pain” he said before suddenly giving a quick and sharp pull, ripping from your lips a surprised whimper, which made Hyunjae smirk evilly.

“I knew it” he whispered, bending over you and pressing his hot lips to your cheek. "You only yearn to be treated like the little whore that you are. You want to be my little slut. Want me to hurt you, huh?" he said before he used your hair again to make you turn your head, breaking your neck into position and crashing his lips onto yours. The difference with Juyeon was blatant, overwhelming even. Hyunjae was devouring you. It was clear he wasn’t intending to ask for anything. He was demanding, he was taking what was his. And you were ready to give it all up to him… To them.

You felt Juyeon’s rough hands wrap around your waist from behind while he planted soft kisses and bites from your nape to your ear. Licking and nibbling around it while you felt his hands make quick work of rolling up your skirt past your waist line. You gasped when his large palm brushed against the thin skin of your inner thigh which Hyunjae saw as an opportunity to kiss you even deeper as you moaned into his mouth.

“Spread your legs for me, doll” Juyeon cooed, lips still pressed to the wet patch of skin on your neck. “Good girl” he praised when you did. His large palm brushed over your clothed center and you arched your back in an unpremeditated reflex, pushing your hips forward onto the older man. You felt Hyunjae’s lips pull into a sly smirk.

“Really?” he said, breaking the kiss “Already offering yourself like this?” he chuckled. "You're so fucking easy. Anyone could get it with you"

You whimpered and squirmed in embarrassment but kept your legs wide open nonetheless, which Hyunjae didn’t fail to notice. He scoffed.

“What a little slut you are” he drew back, eyes sweeping across your whole figure to finally settle on your most private part.

When Juyeon finally pushed your panties to the side and let the living room ceiling light shine directly on your center you felt like you were going to faint from the adrenaline rapidly rushing to your brain, making your breath itch in your throat. Hyunjae caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Look at that we barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hyunjae spat with one cocked eyebrow, peering at your slicked and glistening folds with disdain.

You opened your mouth to talk back, to defend yourself but you could only deeply sigh in bliss as Juyeon's rough hand brushed against your unclothed bundle of nerves. And it was only then that you realized how right Hyunjae was and how wet you actually were.

Your wetness had soaked through the panties and was nearly dripping down to the floor. Juyeon had no trouble gathering and spreading it all over you. He gently and slowly circled your swollen nub, teasing it, lewd wet and squelching sounds erupting from the shameless act. Making you inexorably wetter and hungry for more.

He kept teasing you slowly as he laid wet kisses on the side of your neck, heavily breathing into your ear while Hyunjae palmed his hard member through his tighter-than-ever pants thoroughly enjoying you being spread in full display for him.

After what felt like hours of teasing you finally gathered the courage to protest in the form of a tiny high pitched whimper.

“What's wrong, my baby?” Juyeon huffed into your ear before sucking on your lobe, the heat from his mouth raised goosebumps on your skin.

“Please” you mustered, barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” he asked as you felt his lips on your neck being pulled into a smirk.

“Please I want your fingers inside me” you murmured as if you almost didn’t want the words you were speaking to actually be heard but to no avail. Both of your best friends heard you clear as day.

“Pathetic” Hyunjae said as he seemed to be palming himself with more pressure, looking anything but displeased.

“Anything for you, my princess” Juyeon cooed and immediately sunk his middle finger inside you, a disproportionately large palm resting over your mound. He circled his finger deep inside and you felt his blunt nail graze on your g spot which made you whimper and throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.

The dull pleasure was making your head spin so much that you didn’t even hear when Hyunjae unzipped his jeans and slipped out of his boxers.

“Yeah finger fuck her. I’ll fuck her throat” he scoffed while he approached you, hard dick in hand. “Come here” he said as he forcefully pulled you towards him. The hot tip pressed against your closed mouth and precum glazed your bottom lip.

As if the stars aligned, at the exact same time as Hyunjae pushed his cock past your lips Juyeon slipped a second finger inside you, thick and long fingers stretching you out so perfectly. You moaned as Hyunjae slipped inside you, his taste spreading on your tongue, adding even more fuzz to your already foggy thoughts.

“Fuck” he said under his breath, grabbing a fistfull of your hair, bending your neck backwards and forcing you to look up at him. The pain on your scalp took your mind off the rising pleasure Juyeon was inflicting on you and you looked up at the older male with teary eyes while he kept on pushing his dick inside your wet mouth until he had to force the last couple of centimeters down your throat. And he stayed there. Look down at you as you choked on his length.

“Such a good girl for us. You take him so well, baby” Juyeon praised you as he picked up the pace, making your eyes roll back. “So pretty all stretched out and wet for us.”

“Keep your mouth open” Hyunjae whispered before finally pulling out to let you have a quick breather before he smashed his hips back into your face, setting a rapid rhythm. The burning sensation in your throat made your heart race and as Juyeon was having his way with you, circling and flicking your clit you felt the precious build up of your release forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck” Hyunjae groaned as he kept on the furious pace. “It’s like this mouth was made for me. Perfectly fitted little cocksleeve” he tugged at your hair again, making you moan on his length.

You almost lost your mind when Juyeon brought his second hand to circle your clit as the other one was still pumping in and out of you. Your muffled moans grew louder on Hyunjae’s cock, the vibrations making him shiver.

“Baby you’re so tight” Juyeon murmured in your hot ear. “You wanna cum?” he asked, slipping a third finger inside you and you almost came on the spot as you were deliciously stretched out top and bottom by your best friends. “You can cum, kitten.”

It’s the only thing you needed as your body was waiting for this command to immediately let go of the knot. You quivered and moaned, while your jaw went lax around Hyunjae. Your center tightly gripping on Juyeon’s digits, desperate to ever let them go. Twitching and spasming in delicious bliss.

“Good girl” Juyeon cooed as he gradually slowed down allowing you to ride off your high at your own speed.

“I can’t believe you fucking came already.” Hyunjae spat at you with mean eyes as he pulled his cock from your agape mouth, you took a deep breath and sighed in bliss.

But you looked down when you felt two hands going up your thighs and you were met with Hyunjae’s glacial eyes.

“You won’t need that anymore” without a heads up he tore away your panties, ripping them to shreds with a grunt as you gasped in surprise. “I want to know how this little pussy feels like” he whispered through gritted teeth, eyeing you like candy, avid hands pulling at your hips to bring you closer to the edge on the couch. In some kind of protective reflex you wanted to close your legs but Juyeon hands that were still glistening with your wetness kept them open.

“Can you be a good girl for us and keep your legs nice and spread like this?” his deep voice asked softly. The tone was soft, slightly contrasting with the strong grasp on both your thighs.

You nodded.

“Good girl”

Hyunjae didn't wait for a second. He brought his scolding hot tip to your folds and glazed himself into your juices, thoroughly coating his length as he pumped his fist around it a couple of times before pushing the tip in.

Immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your arch your back into the couch, biting your bottom lip trying not to moan. That attempt turned out to be a failure as Hyunjae progressed inside your wet heat. When he bottomed out you let out a small cry of pleasure. As Juyeon felt your thighs twitch lightly he withdrew his hands to bring them up to your chest and kneed your breasts. His large hands lifted your top and pulled on your bra releasing your beautiful tits which made Hyunjae grunt as he fucked himself inside your cunt. Juyeon’s big palm laid over the two lumps of sensitive flesh and worked them gently, his fingers curling around your nipples to roll them around.

“So pretty, baby” Juyeon cooed into your ear, looking over your shoulder at how your tits bounced every time Hyunjae drilled his cock into you. Juyeon can’t take it anymore, he also wants to know how you feel around him and you feel him slip from behind you. You instantly miss his warm hands over your body. But the disappointment is short-lived. Because you feel his hand softly wrap around your jaw, pulling your face to look up at him. Your gaze quickly dropped from his gentle eyes to his thick cock laying heavily in his hands as he pumped himself a couple of times approaching the wet tip to your lips.

Instinctively your lips parted to let your tongue swipe and have a taste of his essence. Which made Juyeon hiss in pleasure, fist growing stronger around his cock, making the veins of his forearm pop. He drove his cock into your mouth, earning a low grunt from him. You lips painfully stretched to accommodate to Juyeon’s girth.

“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this”. He said wrapping his long fingers around your nape, giving you an encouraging push. You didn’t need more to quicken your pace, gobbling his cock as far as you could manage without hesitation.

“What a fucking whore” Hyunjae grunted as he gave you one particularly strong thrust, the sharp pleasure making you moan on Juyeon’s length. “You love cock so much? Look at you swallowing his cock like it’s your only goal in life?” He picked up the pace smashing his hips into yours. Your attention switching from Juyeon to Hyunjae. “Is that it? You’re only goal is to be filled with cocks?”

“Phhfuckk” you attempted to say, your mouth full to the brim.

“So pretty baby.” Juyeon cooed as he started to thrust into your mouth when your attention got diverted. “So pretty full of cocks”

The coil in your guts tightened again as your gaze fluttered between Jueyon’s soft smile and Hyunjae’s mean eyes. Once again close to the edge.

“Keep going. She’s going to cum” Juyeon said to his friend. Not daring to take his eyes off your wet ones. Hyunjae scoffed.

“Again?” he said, gripping your thighs tighter and drilling his cock into you harder as he felt your cunt clamp around him, dangerously fluttering. “Go ahead and cum. It’s all you’re good for.” he said, one hand leaving your thigh to slap against your cunt. The pain made you choke on Juyeon.

“Fuck” he grunted while your mumbled intelligibly, earning another slap before Hyunjae started to draw small and quick circles on your swollen and painful little clit.

That made you cross the edge again. Your body shook against Hyunjae’s relentless hips. Your pussy clenching around him and fluttering in delicious and intoxicating pleasure. Screams of bliss muffled by Juyeon’s length, making him shiver, bucking his hips into your mouth a little harsher.

Hyunjae pulled out quickly and wanted to stuff you back but was interrupted by Juyeon.

“Come on man, it’s my turn now” Juyeon said, taking his dick out of your mouth, letting you take deep breaths as you slowly came down from your high.

“Fine” Hyunjae spat as he got out of between your legs. “I was almost done” he mumbled.

Juyeon sat beside you on the couch once again he looked at you and patted his thighs.

“Ride me baby” he said and you immediately hopped on his lap. Your tits shoved in his face he took a deep breath, letting his brain be soaked with the pheromone filled smell of sex that was imprinted into your sweaty skin.

You took his length between your fingers and pumped a couple of times before you sunk your hips into his cock.

“Ffffuck” Juyeon sighed, before licking a big stripe between your tits, collecting the glistening sweat.

Hyunjae didn’t miss one second of the show. He pumped his cock as he watched you bounce on his friend’s cock. Looking attentively at the way your pussy spread wide to take him in, spitting him out covered with your slick, all of that forming a beautiful soundtrack of moans, grunts and squelching wet sounds.

Hyunjae kept on fisting his rock hard and dripping cock as the same rhythm as you lifted your hips and let them smash back down.

“How is it in there, dude?” he asked Juyeon.

“F-fucking great” he responded not taking your tits out his mouth.

“Yeah I know. Slutty cunts are the best. Because they just suit anyone.” He said letting his free hand slap your ass. Making you arch your back and bounce even harder. A silent plea for more. And it’s exactly what you got. “And this one she’s one real easy whore. Letting anyone fuck her raw” He spanked your ass again, even harder this times, leaving a beautiful print behind on your skin. “Isn’t it right, slut?”

“Yesssss!!!!” you panted, bouncing even harder, the familiar build up heating up in your guts again, Juyeon’s large hands gripping the underside of your thighs and aiding you bounce on him while he muffled his moans in your chest. “I’m a slut a real fucking whore for you. I love both your cocks so much”

“Is that so?” Hyunjae said, tilting his head, his lips being pulled in a sly smirk as an idea blossomed in his lust soaked mind.

He approached his tip to your ass, rubbing his hard-on on your cheeks. Before leaning over and spitting a big wad right into your pucker. Making the hole blink.

“Since you love our cock so much. You don’t mind me taking your ass, right?” he said pressing his tip still wet with your slick into your only available hole.

“Oh G-god” you chocked when you felt your ass being spread open.

“Please” Hyunjae chuckled still pushing inside you. “Just call me Hyunjae” he said cockily as he pushed the last inch into your bottomless hole.

“Fuckkk it feels so good” he cried out stopping your hips, your nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders, urging him to fuck up into your cunt. He did so immediately. His dick grazing against Hyunjae’s inside your ass.

“Fuckk” the older one hissed when he felt the coming and going of his friend through the small membrane that separated both your holes.

He started to fuck into your asshole as soon as you looked accustomed to him. He loved to watch the way your asshole dragged into his cock every time he pulled out just to welcome him back into your warmth once he pushed back in.

“Fuck baby you’re so good to us” Juyeon as lightly tugging at your erect nipple with his teeth. “So pretty for us. So fucking good.” He panted fucking his hips uo into you, making your pussy cream around him, wet sounds bouncing of the walls.

He was so close. So fucking close he could taste it.

“Fuck kitten. I’m going to cum soon” he said, grip growing stronger on your thighs.

“Yeah please. Please!! Please fill me up!” you urged when you felt another slap into your ass.

“What a filthy fucking slut begging for cum like that” Hyunjae groaned. “Want mine too whore?”

“Yees fuck please. yesyesyesyesyes!!!” you chanted, feeling both of your holes grip around the cock that were both plowing into you, rearranging your guts so deliciously.

“Then fucking take it” Hyunjae says slipping his hand into your hair and pulling harshly. Letting his cock pump your ass full of tasty hot cum, his hips absolutely rutting into your ass, grunting and moaning. So much so that it made the cum spill out and drip on his friend's cock. But both of them couldn’t care less.

“Fuck baby. ‘m- c-” Juyeon can’t even bring himself to make full sentences and follows right after Hyunjae. You feel his enormous cock twitch inside you, delivering an ungodly amount of white hot cum right in the deepest part of you, if it wasn’t for the pill you were taking you’d be sure to be knocked up right away. His dick brush again against your soft spot and the way you feel both your holes filled with cum make you tip over the edge. And you find yourself squirting all over both their dicks in a pleasure filled scream. Your juices spray out of you in big streams, completely soaking Juyeon laid under you which makes his hips stutter a little. This orgasm is the most intense one of the night, making both your holes flutter. Your cunt clenching around Juyeon and your asshole blinking around Hyunjae while you pant and moan in complete euphoria.

The next few instants are a blur. None of you speak, only pants and sighs can be heard. All three of you, piled up on top of each other, drained and content. But the blissful silence is interrupted by the low vibrations of a phone..

A phone? your phone!

Juyeon haphazardly reaches into the pocket of his jeans laying somewhere near and holds the device to you.

You have dozens of unread texts from Younghoon and even more missed calls. Poor thing… he’s not used to you going silent on him. Not his precious and naive girlfriend.

You pushed your messy hair out of your face and picked up the call.

“Yeah?” you say voice sounding a little rough, nothing surprising given the things that were just in your mouth and roughing up your throat.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering your texts?” Younghoon asks, panic seeping in his rushed voice.

Hyunjae chuckled coldly behind you.

“Come cuddle baby.” Juyeon said, pouting so much it was audible.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???? Y/N??? IS THAT JUYEON???”

“Hmmmm” you hesitated before Hyunjae snatched the phone from behind you.

“You guys are done. Don’t call her again”

“WHAT THE F-”

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salemoleander · 11 months

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It goes like this:

Scar seeks Grian out as soon as they respawn on Hermitcraft. Congratulating, reminiscing. Holding him when he starts to shake. (He was already forgiven before Scar stopped breathing.)

Bigb reaches out quickly- to check in, to see if he's okay. Says he had fun, as hard as it was- says he'd come back. There's an anxious quality to his messages that Grian is pretty sure wasn't there before. It's hard to remember that people ever acted differently; hard to keep straight who they were and who they all became.

At a time too late for visitors to really be wanted, Cleo comes knocking. She's not done feeling the emotions of what happened, but there is an understanding between their and Grian's sharp, bitter edges. Survival and love, twined together. She thanks Grian for letting her experience that kind of loyalty. It's as close to forgiveness as he'll get; he accepts with gratitude.

Skizz and Impulse arrive together two days later to see him - the over-loyal martyr and the under-loyal spy, happy they could play together. Skizz is easy; he forgives outright and out loud, with a declaration that he knows Grian tried his best to make things fair and fun. Pulled aside while making tea, his apology to Impulse is more concrete: a promise of future loyalty.

He receives a short message from Joel, requesting that next time he have more chances and reason to kill. Next time.

The moon is rising, and Bdubs is online, which means something is terribly wrong. One flight and several hours of coaxing later, Bdubs is close to the edge of sleep. He tells Grian he loves him; loves Cleo, loves Tango, adores them all. Would have wasted so much time not knowing everyone, without this game. Forgiveness is beginning to feel like nausea.

Jimmy doesn't acknowledge there's anything to forgive; dead too soon to know how painful things became. Still, he says 'No hard feelings'; still, he hugs Grian so tight at the next MCC his ribs creak.

Etho doesn't say anything, but he sends over a book of suggestions and ideas for the next series. He nods at Grian once, sitting at a campfire with his focus rapt on Ren telling a story, and Grian knows what he means.

Outside his front door one day is a large floral arrangement from Scott, with a note that only says "Thanks for the game". It is filled with poppies. Grian stares at it for far too long. He does not bring it inside.

Tango insists they play minigames together, talk, tour bases. And finally, he says so very casually that he had fun, and would like to play again. Have the chance to win. Grian knows he will do it all again. (Grian suspects Tango will not win, and he knows winning isn't worth it; he keeps those pieces of information to himself.)

Martyn writes a week later. He is grateful for having met Ren; bitter grief still sits in the gaps between his words. He say it was all worth it. Grian is too relieved at the forgiveness to call him on the lie.

Ren takes the longest. Several weeks come and go before Grian happens to cross paths with him. At first every word sticks like ice in his throat, but gradually the tension cracks and jokes seep through. Grian takes the plunge and apologizes for killing him (Scar did it, but by then the division between their actions was a technicality.) Ren says that given how it ended, there is nothing to apologize for.

He asks if Grian has forgiven himself, yet, for the end. There is an answer, but not one Ren will want to hear, so he just shakes his head.

Grian wakes from a dull, dreamless sleep and begins jotting down ideas for another series the next day.

#this has been in drafts too long so now it goes here #life series #3lsmp #third life #grian #i think Scott's section is far and away my favorite. bdubs is also a fun one #fic #salem tag #salem fic

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pinkdick79 · 3 months

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love; derek hale x reader

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pairing: derek hale x reader (she/her)

warnings: none

prompt: 5. “he loves you, you know? he’s just afraid of admitting it.”

summary: in which the reader and derek are oblivious to liking eachother and it’s painful for everyone to watch.

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derek hale is called many things - sour wolf, the mean alpha, power hungry, and selfish. but turns out, he’s not any of those things. well, maybe a bit power hungry but he got past that.

derek has always been nothing but nice to you. always been courteous and sweet whenever you’re around, never mean or selfish like stiles or scott says he is.

the first time you met derek was when peter resurrected himself by using lydia. you were out for a walk when came across the hale house. you’ve heard tales about it and decided to go inside, little did you know that would be the start of your friendship with the one and only, derek hale.

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right now, you’re sitting in derek’s loft waiting to have a mandatory pack meeting that scott called. you’re with lydia, peter, stiles, issac, allison, erica, and boyd.

“what do you think this is about?” lydia asks.

“no idea. but it’s probably pretty importing seeing as though it’s seven in the morning.” stiles says, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket that was previously sitting on the back of derek’s couch.

“it’s more than likely about the kanima issue we’re currently having.” issac matter-of-factly says. he’s always been a straight to the point type of guy, kind of like derek.

“where are derek and scott? they called this meeting and yet they aren’t even here.” you speak out to nobody in particular.

“they’re probably getting snacks or something. they know how the betas get in the morning and during meetings without some form of food consumption.” peter replies to you with a small smirk at your mention of derek.

everyone knows of your crush on derek. and of derek’s crush on you. yet, neither of you two act on it. the pack is getting tired of the small glances and touches you guys share and not putting a label on whatever you guys have going on.

it’s obvious to anyone looking at you both that there is something going on, except the two of you.

“well, well. would you look who decided to show up.” you break out of your thoughts and look up and see scott and derek. heart fastening a little at the sight of him.

“oh, would you be quiet? you know how everyone gets without food during these meetings. you should be thanking us.” scott says, setting the food down on the coffee table and taking a seat by allison.

derek sits down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around the back of you. admittedly, it makes you blush a little bit. but you can’t let him know that so you try to avoid eye contact with him. obviously it didn’t work.

derek looks at you confused because you never purposely turn away from him. he looks down at you, “hey, you good? these guys didn’t bother you that much did they?”

“uh no no it’s fine. it’s just a little warm in here, you know?” you try to hide your face with embarrassment while talking to him.

“oh, okay. do you want me to turn the heat down or anything?” he asks you.

“no, it’s fine.” you say.

“okay.” he drops the subject and goes to listening in on scott telling the pack about what needs to happen with the kanima issue.

you look up at him, admiring all his features. his eye, his hair, his body. holy shit. you can’t help but think, he’s really pretty. i guess he noticed you staring at him because he looks down at you mid stare.

“what are you looking at?” he questions.

“nothing, nothing at all.” you say with a little smile while turning away and focusing on what scott is saying. roles reversed now.

this time, derek is staring at you while you listen to scott speak. man, she’s so pretty. he thinks to himself. i wish i could just tell her how i feel without putting her in danger.

“hey y/n? can i talk to you a second?” lydia asks, “in private?”

“yeah, sure.” you say.

she gets up and you follow in tow. she leads you up the stairs of the loft, up into derek’s bedroom.

his room his neat. bed made and well put together. you could’ve guessed that it would’ve been considering how much of a neat freak derek is.

“y/n.” lydia speaks.

“what? what’s wrong, lyds?” you question her.

“you and derek keep looking at each other like your in love. when are you gunna to confess to him that you’ve liked him for the past two years?”

“what?! one, derek definitely doesn’t like me like that, we’re just friends. and two, we aren’t looking at each other like we love each other.” you try explaining, lying out of your ass.

“bullshit. he loves you, you know? he’s just too afraid to admit it. he just doesn’t want you wrapped up in all his issues and getting you in danger or hurt.” lydia says.

“i don’t know, lyds. there’s no way he could like me. i mean, we’ve been friends for almost three years and he hasn’t once shown an interest in me.”

lydia leads you to the bed, sitting you down on it and her sitting right next to you.

“i think you need to ask him how he feels, ‘cause i can tell you right now that the whole pack is getting tired of you guys making googly eyes at each other and acting like you’re in love.” she’s definitely speaking facts. ever since about a year ago, you and derek’s relationship has been different, more flirty but not enough for you to notice a drastic change.

“fine. i’ll ask him after the pack meeting, but if he doesn’t feel the same way i’m not coming to another meeting for like, four months.” you say.

“you’re being dramatic, y/n.”

“nope. i’m serious, id be too embarrassed coming back.” you explain, smiling cheekily.

“you promise to ask him after the meeting then? because i can swear to you that he feels the same way.” lydia says.

“yes lyds, i promise.”

“perfect. then let’s go back down there.” she gets up and starts walking back down to the main floor with you in tow right behind her.

you guys make your way back to the pack and you sit back down by derek. except this time when you look up at him, he’s smirking back down at you.

“what are you smirking at, huh?” you ask him with a slight smile on your face.

he leans down to whisper in your ear so only you can hear what he’s saying, “oh nothing, just that i think you and lydia forgot that i could hear every word that you guys just said.”

oh shit

“whattt… i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, der.” you try to play it off. acting like your heart rate isn’t beating a thousand miles per hour right now.

“don’t worry, love. i think we have something to talk about after the meeting though.” he says, and then bringing his head back up and focusing on the meeting once more, not giving you time to respond.

the remainder of the meeting seems like it’s forever, when in reality it was probably only twenty minutes at most. at the end, everyone gets up to leave and when you try to, derek grabs your wrist bringing you back down beside him. “i don’t think so, love. we need to talk.”

der, i really don’t think we should. i already know you don’t feel the same way i feel. so what’s the point in even talking about it?” you say.

“who said i don’t feel the same?” he says with a smirk on his face.

“what’s that suppose to mean?”

“it means that i like you too, dumbass. in fact, i am in love with you. i didn’t want to tell you because with us being together it would put you in danger.” he confesses.

“derek..” you start.

“with everything going on, you’re always there for me and i don’t know what i would do without you. if something were to happen i couldn’t live with myself. you’re perfect. you’re funny, smart, beauti-“ you cut him off.

you kiss him.

you couldn’t take him rambling and rambling about how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you. you’re fine with being in danger as long as your with him.

your guys’ mouths mold perfectly in sync. this is even better than i thought it would be. you think to yourself.

eventually, you pull away. gasping for breath and looking at derek. he looks happy, ecstatic even. you’ve never seen him smile this big before.

“derek.”

“yes, love?”

“i don’t care if i am in danger in order to be with you. i want to be with you no matter what is happening in our lives.” you say.

“then i promise to keep you safe, no matter the circumstances.” he says.

“so what does this mean then? like, us?” you ask.

“i guess this means i finally get to take you out.” he pronounces, goofy smile on his face.

“about time.”

#derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale fluff #derek hale smut #teen wolf #lydia martin #peter hale

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kmgkmg · 1 year

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IT WILL BE OKAY - YOON JEONGHAN

word count: 2.6k…

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend (yes, the one and only, yoon jeonghan) is being stubborn and refusing to admit that he's sick

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, bf!jeonghan, established relationship, domestic

warnings: slightly suggestive, but it's all just teasing.

rating: pg-13

a/n: i recently ate some chicken dumpling soup from one of my favorite restaurants and it had me thinking about how svt would act when they're sick. okay, when i say svt i mean jeonghan. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy this fluff! titled after it will be okay by yun ddan ddan (i had no idea jeonghan recommended some of his songs? he has taste! also this ep brought me back to 2018) thank you a bunch to @toikiii for being a beta reader for this fic!

The lights were on when you entered your apartment, which surprised you since you thought he would already be sleeping. You placed the food you picked up on the kitchen counter next to the stove and swiftly headed to the bedroom. Jeonghan was sitting on his favorite chair, preoccupied by his phone. You could tell he was listening to music by the way his body subtly swayed to the rhythm of the song.

“What are you doing?” You asked only to be met with no response. He was evidently absorbed in the music and couldn’t hear you. Noise-cancelling headphones are a blessing and a curse, you thought to yourself before tapping his shoulder to alert him of your arrival back home.

“Y/N, my baby’s back!” He takes off his headphones at lightning speed and goes in to give you a kiss, a greeting that has become normalized between you two. You put up your hand to stop him in his tracks resulting in your boyfriend having a quizzical look on his face.

He pouts, “Why are you depriving me of our daily greeting?”

“Your fault for being on your phone,” You reason curtly.

Jeonghan’s bewilderment with your mood only grew bigger because you just got home. He couldn’t figure out why you were upset with him. Nevertheless, he resumes his usual chatter after work and shows off his new AirPods Max that Seungcheol gifted him.

“Seungcheol had these shipped to the apartment and they came a couple hours ago, he said it was a gift since he lost the game that we bet on last time we went to CHEERS Pub,” He chattingly tells you, happy to see you after a long day.

You belatedly notice the new condition of the headphones resting on his shoulders. Creating a mental note to send an angry lengthy text to Jeonghan’s friend for gifting it while your boyfriend was sick. He did need new headphones though, his last ones only had one ear that worked properly.

“You mean the bet you cheated on?” You grin, used to his dirty shenanigans when hanging with his friends.

“Shh, all Seungcheol thinks is that the bar’s cue sticks were faulty,” He shushes you, making you both recall the chaotic night of pool that took place. There was never a dull moment with Yoon Jeonghan as your boyfriend.

You realize that he still doesn’t know that your neighbor Joshua texted you earlier. Joshua informed you that he heard some coughs through his wall that sounded painful. Without Joshua’s text, you probably wouldn’t have known about Jeonghan’s sickness until he had already recovered. Unlike popular belief, Jeonghan typically doesn’t like getting attention when he’s feeling unwell. Well, he likes getting doted on by anyone but you. He feels it’s a huge inconvenience for you, since he knows that most of the time you’re stressed out about work. You’ve tried to change his ways by telling him you’re his partner and it hurts you to not know he’s ill. Yet, each time he’s been ill he’s managed to hide it from you. This time though, now that you’re aware, you can’t sit and do nothing. You won’t.

You bought rice porridge from his favorite restaurant and although he usually ordered cheonggukjang, the rice porridge was definitely more fitting for his current state. He smelled the heavenly fragrance coming from the kitchen and stopped talking about his headphones to investigate. He strolled over leisurely with you close behind him.

“What's this?” He wonders audibly while opening the bag and becomes confused while looking at the food in front of him. What occasion calls for rice porridge?

His confusion turns into worry, “Is my baby sick?”

He darted over to where you were on the opposite side of the counter and put his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Yet again, he’s left feeling immense confusion since you feel fine.

“Cut the act, Yoon Jeonghan.” You groan, attempting to also feel his forehead with your hand but he dodged your touch before you could do so.

He knows you mean business, since you brought out his full name. Still, he didn’t want to cave in and think that you had somehow sensed he was ill.

“What act my dearest Y/N?” He feigns ignorance with a smile, trying to preserve his artificial naivety to the situation. Your eyes were fixed on something behind him, causing him to sharply snap his head back. Not noticing right away, he shrugs at you so you simply point at the trash can by the sofa full of used tissue.

“Do normal people use that much tissue in one day, Yoon Jeonghan?” You rhetorically ask, feeling successful in collecting evidence of his illness.

He scurries to hide the tissue but realizes it’s too late. Every attempt to get back to his relaxed composure are failures. Nonetheless, he moves the trash can behind the sofa’s arm to hide it in hopes that you wouldn’t bring it up again.

You clap your hands victoriously “Ha, I got you!”

Well technically Joshua did, but seeing Jeonghan flustered was a rare occurrence so you wanted to take the credit and remember it. You also needed to thank Joshua for his helpful intel, but that was for another day. Turning serious again you returned to the food and started pouring the porridge out into a pot. You knew that he liked his food hot, but having piping hot food wasn’t the best idea when he’s as sick as he is. Still, lukewarm porridge quickly becoming cold porridge was definitely not what you wanted to give him. Warming it up on the stovetop, you were clueless to his presence behind you.

Jeonghan was lurking behind you and checking your process by looking over your shoulders silently. He knew that you tended to tune out the rest of the world when you were focused on something else. Your intense concentration skills are something that he loved about you.

Today you were more attentive since he was sick and you quickly noticed him behind you. Also, trying to breathe behind someone silently when you have a congested nose is impossible. No matter how hard he tried to be quiet, his labored breathing could be heard, especially given the close proximity he was behind you. Turning around, you frown at him while lightly caressing his cheek with your free hand.

“Sit down on the couch, please. No phones, no headphones,” You requested, surprising both of you since he was usually the assertive one between the two of you.

So that's why you were grouchy about me being on my phone, he thought to himself. “Is that what my baby was brooding about, hm?” He sang out to you, walking to the couch in compliance.

“But Y/N, I swear I’m not sick-” He tried to deny his sickness, mainly because he doesn’t want to worry you. Secretly, the smallest part of him also really wants to listen to music with his newly gifted headphones, but luck wasn’t on his side.

He breaks out into a coughing fit before he can even finish his sentence. Defeatedly taking a seat on the couch, he extends his arm out for the tissue box on the coffee table next to him.

The burner on the stove was turned low to simmer anyways so you filled up a glass of water and rushed over to the couch, concerned for Jeonghan.

“Hannie, it will be okay but please rest and let me take care of you.”

“But I’m fine, really.” He bluffs. He tries to return to his music, giving you a weak smile to reassure you but you softly take his headphones off his ears and sit down on the couch next to him.

“If you don’t use these or your phone until you get better I’ll buy you whatever legos you want,” You promise, hoping that would be the final motivator to discourage his music listening for the night.

His face changes completely, brightening up at your words. That’s an offer he would gladly accept. Seeing you so close to him for the first time tonight, Jeonghan’s able to see your disheveled hair and forehead with a few beads of sweat slowly rolling down your face. His face does a complete reverse from the brightened appearance it had with the mention of the legos, darkening enough to make one think you broke his pet rock. Did you run home?

“You were really concerned about me, huh?” He holds your hand in both of his, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for not listening to your requests earlier.

“Of course I was. I got a text from our neighbor that you were coughing and then you weren’t replying to my text messages. My supervisor made me work overtime so I couldn’t even rush home early to you,” you spill out, tears now falling off your face, mixing with the sweat droplets.

“You texted me?” Now it’s his turn to be concerned as he pulls out his phone one last time, checking his messages and seeing no recent ones from you. He scrolls hurriedly, turning his phone to show you. Although he figured it’s his phone’s fault for not delivering your messages he only feels more sorry, hugging you with one arm and wiping your tears with his other hand.

You opened your own messages, only to see that none of the messages ever sent.

“I hate my work’s wifi so much,” you sigh, still embraced by Jeonghan on the couch. He consoles you a bit more as your breathing returns to normal. You stay like this for a while more before remembering the porridge was still on the stove, “It must be boiling hot!”

Jogging back over to the kitchen, you taste a spoonful of the porridge and are relieved at its mild temperature. The simmer function has to be one of the best inventions. You pour it into a bowl that you made for Jeonghan on one of your first dates. His mug ended up wildly deformed and became large enough to function as a vase. But, you never knew ceramics could be so much fun. Jeonghan was always the one planning your dates and he always found nice activities to do. He was a large part in the fun factor of your pottery memories, the reason that your apartment was crowded with your amateur creations.

“Baby, do you want to try this?” You inquired, stopping your reminiscing.

He comes over to the island in your kitchen and takes a seat on the stool, eating a spoonful of it.

“You got it from my favorite restaurant didnt you?” He fondly looks up at you while enjoying another spoonful of the porridge.

“Mhm,” You hum, grabbing your order out of the plastic bag. You reached in the sink for a bowl that you could’ve sworn was still dirty, only to see the sink was empty. You were going to do the dishes once you finished work, which means the empty sink could only be attributed to Jeonghan. He did the dishes before you came back even though it was your turn, and in a sick condition at that. You leaned over the sink and gently grabbed his head to give him a kiss on the forehead. He was still holding his bowl of porridge and stayed quiet for a while, unsure but grateful towards what he did to warrant your affection.

Thirty minutes later, Jeonghan and you were both finished with your dinners and feeling full. You were playing with his hair as you both rested on the sofa, sitting and enjoying the quiet. Still have plenty of time to aid him back to health, you thought while glancing at your work bag. You were glad you stopped at the convenience store on the way home practically buying everything known to man to make him feel better. Cold medicine? Check. Calming tea? Check. Fuzzy socks? Check. You could tell he was getting sleepy since his body heat was warming you up as well, nearly making you fall asleep.

“Jeonghan, can you move over slightly so I can get up real quick?” You whispered, careful to not disturb his relaxed body next to you. He silently obliged, immediately flopping onto your empty space to cling onto any of the lingering warmth your spot might have.

You walked to your work bag which you left in the bedroom, grabbing a cooling patch since you could tell he still needed to break his fever. Holding it behind your back with both hands, you sauntered over to the couch.

“What are you doing?” Jeonghan nervously asks while getting up from his lying position. He was used to that mischievous smile on your face. It was a smile that rivaled his own scheming one, an aspect that initially attracted him to you. But now, he knew better than to view that smile as charming.

“Just making sure you get your daily greeting, even if it’s delayed,” You reply, watching him stand up from the couch.

“But you’re going to get sick,” Jeonghan stumbles on his words, trying to hide how flustered he was. Still, you were walking over to him with a stare that left him breathless. Your greeting was typically just a quick peck, what were you planning to do to him?

Your smirk only grew wider as you saw his flustered expression, well-aware that he didn’t know what was behind your back. Soon enough, you were face-to-face with Yoon Jeonghan as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. You took one hand off your grip of the cooling patch, using it to push his chest. He was caught off guard so he fell backwards onto the couch. He gulped at your actions, still not understanding what was happening. You wanted to be face-to-face with him, so you placed one of your knees in between his legs and bent down to reach his eye level.

“Y/N, seriously what’s gotten into you tonight?” He giggled, loving every second of it.

“Nothing,” You replied, leaning even farther, enough for him to close his eyes. He was expectant and you knew he would immediately sulk.

His eyes reopened to reveal a blank stare looking back at you. You backed away from the sofa, content with your placement of the cooling patch. He slowly touched his forehead to be met with the cold sensation from the patch and his blank stare became a sullen look.

“Why am I getting no kisses today? Don't you know you shouldn't tease a sick person?” He complained, making your predictions correct.

You shrugged at your boyfriend, “In my defense, I did give you a forehead kiss during dinner. Like you said, if I kissed you for real we would both get sick. We need to have at least one breadwinner to pay the bills, right?”

He whined, “But, I’m going to work tomorrow too!”

“Like hell you are, I already called in for you,” You refused, finding your place on the sofa next to him again.

“The sooner you feel better, the sooner I’ll buy you those legos…” You trail off with your reminder, extending a hand out for him to get up. If he was going to fall asleep the bed would be a hundred times more comfortable than the sofa, and it was getting late.

"You should be tucked in, but not too much that you can't break your fever," You explain, helping Jeonghan into bed as you headed to the bathroom to change into pajamas.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N. I won’t hide it anymore when I’m sick,” Jeonghan promised you, making you grin at his stubbornness crumbling away. You couldn't see him, but you could tell he was blushing by the timidness in his tone.

“See, being cared for isn’t that bad, is it?” You point out, crawling into bed next to him.

“Not when it’s you,” He mumbled with a soft smile, drifting off to sleep.

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theemissuniverse · 6 months

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“GAME TIME” KENSHI TAKAHASHI X COMEDIC RELIEF READER

SUMMARY : You always try to impress Kenshi (CONTEXT BECAUSE Y’ALL ARE GONNA COMMENT IT this is before Kenshi gets blind. So shut up) but he is not impressed by you

A/N : I’m lowkey bad at writing Kenshi so this is gonna be the last time I write a full fic about him for awhile

WARNINGS : none. I think

MASTERLIST 1 , MASTERLIST 2

You didn’t believe you were anything remarkable.

You admitted that you were a lazy individual. That you barely wanted to put in the work. That you didn’t care about being the best.

It was always stuck in your mind from the dawn of time that you weren’t anything special by your family. There was nothing remarkable pertaining you.

That’s why you couldn’t understand why Liu Kang chose you of all people. Even Johnny Cage was a better fit than you. Any time you questioned Liu Kang he would just say, “time will tell.”

You never had motivation for anything. Especially because no one in your life had ever told you that they were proud of you.

At the moment the only thing at this academy that mattered was the people you were surrounded by.

Kenshi wasn’t necessarily naive but he didn’t really see you having a crush on him. I mean, he just didn’t think that he was your type so the thought never occurred to him.

You were glad of it too. You would be completely embarrassed if Kenshi had found out about the crush you had on him.

At the academy, your fellow Earthrealm friends: Johnny, Kung Lao, and Raiden noticed your crush. Johnny and Kung Lao would tease you about it while Raiden told them to stop torturing you but also encouraged you to just go for it.

“There goes your boyfriend.” Johnny said to you. A little too loud for Kenshi to hear.

When Kenshi walked over to you, he raised a brow and smiled. “Boyfriend?”

You started to nervously laugh. “He meant boy…that’s also a friend. He’s a little lost.”

“Sure…” Kung Lao mumbled which caused Raiden to hit him on the shoulder. “Ow!”

Kenshi gave Kung Lao a look before taking a water bottle from the table. “You guys are strange..” He told the four of you before walking away.

You watched him walk away and the turned your attention to Johnny with a glare. “Great. Now he thinks I’m strange. Thanks, Johnny.”

Johnny shrugged slightly. “If it means anything, I’m into strange.”

“And you’re strange yourself so that doesn’t really help your case.” Kung Lao told him.

“Ugh.” You plopped yourself sitting down at the table. “What am I going to do?”

“You could just make the move yourself and ask him out.” Raiden said as if it were obvious.

You gave him a look. “Do you want me to kill myself, Raiden?”

Raiden scratches the back of his neck. “I suppose not…”

“You just gotta impress him.” Johnny said.

“Impress him?” Kung Lao asked as if he was crazy. “He was in a gang! What more could you impress him with?”

While the three bickered about solutions, an idea came to your mind.

And you were prepared to see it through.

You and Kung Lao were fighting each other for training but you (as always because you are lazy) were barely trying. Kung Lao was starting to get annoyed with you.

“(Y/N)! How are we suppose to take out bad guys if you’re just pushing and shoving them?”

“Ugh. This is too much work. I need a break.” Kung Lao rolled his eyes but let you. You were panting heavily. You felt as though you were going to pass out.

Kenshi walked by and the sparkle came to your eyes. The idea came to you again. “Hey! Kenshi!” When he heard you call out his name, he turned to look at you. “Watch this.”

Immediately, you grabbed Kung Lao by the shoulders and kneed him in the stomach. You then kicked him in the stomach, making him fall to the ground.

He groaned in pain. Kenshi chuckled but continued to watch. Kung Lao stood up from the ground, furious. “Hey! I wasn’t ready.”

You went to punch Kung Lao but he blocked it. You tried to punch him again but he blocked it too. You grabbed both of his arms and twisted them. You then with both feet, kicked him in the chest and did a backflip in the air before kicking him at his feet.

Kung Lao fell to the ground on his knees and you backhanded him. Making him fall completely down.

Raiden and Johnny stood there in shock as that had been the first time you had actually beaten one of them.

Kenshi nodded a little proud. “Impressive. But I bet you couldn’t do it again.”

He challenged you? You were willing to do anything that was going to impress him.

When you started walking over towards Johnny, he shook his head. “Oh no. I don’t want to-“

You ignored him and pulled him by the arm to bring him to the center. You kicked Johnny by the legs making him bend back.

Then you punched him in his chest with your left hand. With your right hand you grabbed his arm and twisted it. Then you head butted Johnny in the face. Johnny fell to the ground in pain.

This time, Liu Kang had watched and was pleasantly surprised. He stood next to Raiden. “Where did (Y/N) get the motivation?” He asked knowing you hated training and you were very lazy.

“To impress Kenshi, Lord Liu Kang.” Raiden replied.

“Ah. That makes more sense.”

When you had finished with Johnny, he clutched his stomach in pain. “At least you didn’t get my face.” He said in pain.

Kenshi again was impressed but he didn’t want to show it. See, unbeknownst to you, Kenshi wanted what was best for you and wanted you to take training seriously.

So in order to push you harder, he would barely give you your credit. “Interesting…but even I could’ve taken Cage. But I guess challenges aren’t your strong suit.” He said before walking away from you.

You stood there in shock. You were actually mad at him. Kenshi had never treated you like that before.

Raiden saw the look you had. You looked angry and sad at the same time. “Are you sad or angry?” He asked trying to see if he should hug you or give you your space.

Kung Lao and Johnny finally got up from the ground. “I gotta put on a Kenshi costume when I’m near you.” Johnny said while cracking his neck.

“Screw Kenshi.”

Everyone, even Liu Kang turned to look at you in surprise when you said this. “Did I hear that right?” Kung Lao questioned.

“Challenges not being my strong suit?! Oh I’ll show him. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with.” You punched your fist with your hand before walking away.

“This cannot be good.” Johnny said.

Liu Kang was the only one to pick up on what Kenshi was doing and he didn’t mind. As long as you were trying then he didn’t care where your motivation came from.

Every time you looked at Kenshi it was just filled with rage. Every time. You were not only hurt but felt humiliated. So, you were going to be the best. No matter what.

You started taking training more seriously. You worked out every day. You made sure to concentrate on your inner peace.

But your inner peace was beating Kenshi.

That wasn’t enough though. Beating him just by simple hands was not enough.

You were going to beat him without your sight.

You had been training without using your sight and using your other senses for weeks and you thought you were finally ready.

Today, Kenshi was practicing with the gang and when you had showed up, you saw that Kenshi very easily beat Johnny.

“Is that all you got, Cage?”

You had never noticed how cocky Kenshi actually was and it made you roll your eyes some. You still stepped forward. “I thought Johnny wasn’t a challenge to you.”

Kenshi turned to look at you. When he had looked at you, your attitude was different. You weren’t the girl cracking jokes like Johnny anymore. You were serious. “I just needed a warmup.”

“Glad you had it.” You pulled out a blindfold from your pocket. “Ready for another challenge?”

Kenshi looked at the blindfold in your hand curiously before looking at you. “What might that be?”

You smirked when he asked. “I bet I could beat you blind.”

Kenshi couldn’t help but laugh at the challenge. “I respect you, (Y/N) but you cannot even beat me with your sight. What makes you believe you can beat me blind?”

“Because I have something you don’t.”

“What’s that?”

You placed the blind fold over your eyes. It was now at this point you were completely blind. You then got into your fighting stance. “Skill.”

Kung Lao, Johnny, and Raiden both ‘oohed’ in unison. Kenshi looked interested. He did have faith in your fighting ability but to go as far as you could beat him blind was insane to him.

Kenshi looked over at Liu Kang who seemed interested in this challenge so he turned back to look at you. “Well let’s see.”

He got into his own fighting position. There was complete silence. Kenshi was expecting for himself to throw the first punch but you threw it.

Kenshi blocked the hit. You tried to punch him again but he also blocked it. When you tried to kick him, he grabbed your leg and pushed you off.

He was already impressed. You were actually almost hitting him. Without your sight.

Kenshi tried to hit you but you blocked it. This continued for some time until you landed a hit on him.

You backhanded Kenshi across the face. His whole body swerved around and he felt at his lip. His lip was bleeding.

“No way…” Johnny mumbled. “50 bucks says (Y/N) wins.” He says to Kung Lao.

Kung Lao scoffed. “You’re on.”

Kenshi was severely impressed but he still didn’t think you could beat him. This time he would try harder. He got back in his fighting stance.

He immediately went to hit you. You blocked it. He went to sweep at your feet but you jumped over the motion. That’s when he took the opportunity to kick you in the stomach.

You fell to the ground and groaned in pain. You huffed out of anger. There was no way you were going to let him win.

You did a front flip to land back on your feet. You wiped your nose and motioned for Kenshi to come at you.

Kenshi did. He grabbed your right arm but you flipped him around and made him fall to the ground. He quickly got back up and kicked your right leg. He tried to hit you in the chest but you blocked it.

You did a spin kick and you almost knocked him to the ground. When you went to hit him, he blocked you with his hands. He shoved you away from him.

When Kenshi tried to charge at you, you swept his feet. He fell to the ground. You tried to stomp at him but he rolled the other way. Kenshi got behind you and put you in a headlock.

You elbowed Kenshi in the gut and flipped him over to the ground. You punched him in the chest when he was already down and he hissed out in pain.

Then you placed your foot on his neck. “Give up?”

Kenshi tried to move to see if he could get away from your grip. He couldn’t. Kenshi had actually been beaten by you. Blindfolded by that.

He let out a deep breath and nodded. “I concede.”

You removed your foot from his neck. The thought didn’t occur to you in the slightest what you actually did. You had done something all of them couldn’t.

As you removed your blindfold, your fellow Earthrealm friends walked over to you and cheered you on. “Alright, (Y/N)!” Johnny cheered.

“Very impressive.” Kung Lao stated.

“You did great.” Raiden said.

You looked at all of them confused. You didn’t think you did anything remarkable and you didn’t even do this to even be remarkable to begin with. “What? I didn’t do anything special.”

Johnny gave you a look as Kenshi stood up from the ground. “(Y/N)…you kicked Kenshi’s butt blind folded. You deserve your props.”

At this point, Liu Kang started to walk over toward you. “Johnny Cage is right, (Y/N). You’ve been showing an immense amount of skill these past few weeks.”

You still felt confused. Nobody had ever congratulated you before so the weird feeling in your stomach felt uncomfortable. “I was just doing something I was suppose to do. I’m nothing special.”

That’s when Kenshi stepped in. “You did what everyone couldn’t. You beat me. You did good, (Y/N). I’m proud of you.”

The words ‘proud of you’ snagged on your heart strings. No one ever in your life told you that they were proud of you.

As much as you appreciated it, it came out of Kenshi. The man in your mind, doubted you from the very beginning. You didn’t care to hear those words from him.

You threw the blindfold on the ground and walked away from everyone. They all watched as you disappeared.

Kenshi looked at the back of you confused before turning to his fellow Earthrealmers. “What did I say?”

Raiden saw the look on Kung Lao’s face and he shook his head. “Don’t tell him, Lao.”

“I can’t help it. I’m bad at holding secrets. It makes my stomach hurt.”

Johnny placed a hand on Kung Lao’s shoulder. “I got this.” He then turned to face Kenshi. “(Y/N) has a crush on you. That’s why when you said all that rude stuff about her, she tried so hard to prove you wrong. She did all of this for you. And you…hurt her.”

It all made sense to Kenshi now and he had cursed at himself mentally for not realizing sooner. He did notice you would act a tad bit strange around him but your personality was far different than anyone’s that was there so he just thought it was that.

But he did like you. A lot. That’s why he had done all this in the first place.

“But I do like her. That’s why I said all that stuff. To push her because she was the only one that wasn’t taking it seriously. I was trying to help her.”

“Well…” Kung Lao trailed off. “Congratulations because now you got a blind assassin if you need one but was it worth hurting her like that?”

Kenshi never met to actually hurt you. To push you? Yes. But to hurt your feelings? No. He liked you. He liked everything about you. Your awkwardness, your smile, your laugh, your jokes, the way you would nervously laugh yourself out of a situation, just you in general.

“I think it is best if you speak to her, Kenshi.” Liu Kang told him.

Kenshi nodded and walked in the direction to your room. Johnny looked over at Kung Lao. “You still owe me 50 dollars.”

You sat in your room, writing in your journal. You started to feel bad for even beating Kenshi and you were confused. You were supposed to feel like you were on cloud nine but you just felt bad.

How could you erase this feeling within you?

You heard a knock at the door. You didn’t bother to get up. “Come in.”

The door opens and it’s Kenshi. You sighed some when you saw him. Kenshi closes the door behind him. “Can we talk?”

“You’re already talking to me so I guess.”

Kenshi walked over to the bed and sat at the edge. “You did great out there today. How did you train yourself to be blind folded?”

“I don’t know. It just happened…” You trailed off.

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said about you not being able to do it. Well, I mean I did but not like that. I was just trying to push you so you could reach your full potential because I believe in you. And because I have feelings for you.”

“Well so what? Because I did all that for you! And I don’t want to hear how sorry you are because it’s too late! And I don’t need any props! And my vision hurts from being blind folded! And-“ You cut yourself off when you realize what he had said.

Kenshi admitted he had feelings for you.

“I’m sorry, what was that last thing?”

Instead of saying, he showed you. Kenshi leaned over and kissed you. His right hand was at the back of your neck.

You felt stuck in the kiss. You were actually kissing Kenshi. Kenshi Takahashi. You had to be dreaming.

You kissed him back with your hand slightly on his chin. The two of you continued to kiss like you’ve been waiting for the opportunity.

His lips melted with yours. They felt just right with you. Like they were made for you.

Kenshi pulled away slightly and looked into your eyes. It was silent for a moment but then you started to giggle uncontrollably.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your giggles. “You know I’ve been waiting to do that forever right?”

“Me too.”

“Do you want to have a picnic with me today?”

You cracked your knuckles and faked yawned some. “I don’t know. I’d have to check my schedule. I’m a busy girl.”

Kenshi playfully rolled his eyes. “Well, let me know when you can fit me in.” He gave you another sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away from you and walking out your room.

You heard some knocking at your window. You raised a brow and walked over to go open it. There was Johnny, Kung Lao, and Raiden. “So?!l” Johnny asked curiously, wanting to know what happened.

You rested your hand on your hips. “My life is not your personal soap opera.” But then you smiled and gave in. “He kissed me!”

The three of your friends cheered and high fived you.

Kenshi was great but you were so glad you had your friends by your side.

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dustykneed · 4 months

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for context: star trek into darkness (specifically, my take on the implications of bones doing what he had to do and the emotional fallout of those missing scenes) (not that ive seen it!! but ive read enough fic to know the gist of it LMAO) (can you believe this started as an impulse draw to see if i could use pastels to convey heavy emotions and now im writing a very very long headcanon in my notes app.)

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Leonard goes and he plays god, and injects Jim with that godforsaken blood, and then there is nothing left to do but wait.

He sinks into the chair at his desk, and steeples his fingers together. It occurs to him that these circumstances are the sort that would drive any religious man to bow his head and clasp his hands together, like so, and pray.

--but he is a doctor, and he has never been religious, and he has a duty to do, and he has broken his oath, and there is blood on his hands and flecking his shirt.

Leonard sits very still at his desk and weeps, and he does not pray.

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sorry to all of y'all who had to find out i was an angst goblin this way <///3 but basically the hc/rough fic is an extension of the angst potential of that one scene where jim wakes up and fixates on spock (and his lack of response towards bones is never addressed afterwards i think? not sure but it's an interesting premise imo)

brief summary: bones never gets closure from jim after he wakes up because jim and spock get together immediately after and it just slips their minds, so bones is stuck in "oh god jim's dying" mode and feels absolutely terrible, but the bridge crew helps a bit by being there for him to hang out with, but still bones does overwork while trying to work through the sense of wrongness of not being able to have his emotional needs met after the whole jim dying fiasco and feeling like his best friend has forgotten him. he admittedly makes good progress (by which i mean he's able to take really big overwhelming feelings and put them away well enough in his daily life to function relatively normally) but the crushing grief is always in the background. about a month or so after spirk gets together, spock accidentally brushes bones' arm and is absolutely slammed by a wave of unexpected exhaustion and emotional pain and is like ??????!!!????????? long story short he drags bones to jim and bones cries for the first time since jim "died" and it is immensely cathartic and then jim blurts out a confession because he has horrible timing and asks bones to join him and spock and obviously bones cries harder and spock is about to smack jim upside the head lmao (bones says its way too much to process and he needs time but hes not exactly opposed, and they all start spending more time together, and then eventually bones is like fuck it and asks for a kiss and they finally get together !!!!!!)

as a treat for reading all of my mildly insane word vomit y'all get a soft bittersweet aos mcspirk scribble<33

gotta love aos jim's majestic eyebrows and aos spock's general sort of >:[ expression!! really growin on me tbh

#star trek #star trek aos #star trek fanart #star trek into darkness #mcspirk #aos #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #jim kirk #spirk #dust trek hcs #dust hcs #im going very steadily insane #also thank you guys so much for all the sweet tags and comments on my scribbles and hcs!! i appreciate all of them so very much and #i have a low social battery but just wanted to say i love yall sm!! and i will continue to go insane and make things for yall as thanks<333

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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year

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Heart Of The Sea

Natasha Romanoff x Wife Reader

Summary- Not all missions go according to plan. Even for the famous black widow and her equally skilled wife.

Word Count- 2,658

Warnings- Pure angst. Character death. Allusion to drowning. Beating. Sad Natasha. Betrayal.

Based on this thought

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It was meant to be a simple recon mission. Just in and out. Easy. Something a rookie could have done alone. You were both meant to be back in time for dinner. Safe. In your warm, welcoming house.

You were supposed to order in your favorite take out. Sit with your wife on the couch, cuddle up under one big blanket and watch a movie. You were supposed to kiss her goodnight and tell her you love her, just as you have done every night since you two had gotten married.

But things don’t always go as planned. Sometimes, for whatever reason, nothing goes as planned. And one wrong step, one miscalculation, can throw your plan out a window.

This is something Natasha desperately wishes she had accounted for when planning out this mission. She should have double checked the intel, triple checked. But Fury said he’d handled everything and she’d believed him. She’d trusted him, because how could he be wrong?

Running through the halls of the Hydra ship Natasha thinks back to what she could have done differently. How she could have prevented this. What she could have done to keep you safe.

She should never have left your side. You're a trained, skilled agent, she knows that, but still. She shouldn’t have left you alone.

The two of you were on a stealth mission. Simple, just in and out before anyone realized you were even there, something the two of you were well accustomed to and could have honestly done with your eyes closed.

You were sent to secure the information you’d come to get while Natasha was meant to set a bomb in the lowest deck of the ship. Not one that would take the entire vessel down, just cause an explosion big enough to make a hole in the side of the ship. One that, from Tony’s exact calculations, would give you both thirty minutes to escape.

But something went wrong. There were more soldiers on board than you’d initially thought. What your intel showed as an empty, unused crew quarters held thirty Hydra agents inside. All of them armed and less than excited to see an avenger walk unannounced into their shared space.

You’d fought, of course you had, and you’d even taken about half of them down. But they just kept coming. For every man you knocked down, two more seemed to take his place. You're a well trained spy, top of your class according to your wife, though she may be biased. But even the best equipped spy can get worn down. You’d been caught, captured and brought to the third level of the ship, to what looked like a break room. Hydra agents hooked your arms around a pipe, cuffing them together. They all took their turn throwing punches and kicks your way, each one causing more pain then the last. But you refused to give them the satisfaction of crying out in pain no matter how much it hurt. So you keep your eyes cold and your lips shut tight, praying to whatever god was out there that either help would come soon or they’d just kill you.

A loud bang booms through the ship, the walls and floors shaking with the strength of it. You smile to yourself, even though it hurts to do so. Natasha, you think to yourself, she must have set off the bomb, which means she wasn't caught like you were. She’s safe.

The guards all turn to one another, sharing a look before running from the room. Not a second thought to you or what would happen to you if the ship went down.

When Natasha got to the meeting point you two had agreed on and saw you weren’t there she immediately knew something was wrong. She tried your coms, once, twice, a third time. Nothing. She’d began to panic, you should be here by now. You should have been there before her, which means something must have gone wrong.

Natasha instinctively reaches for the trackers hidden in her gear belt, one that has a direct link to your own. Ones which were given to you both as wedding presents from Tony, they man saying something about always being able to find each other. At the time Natasha silently cursed the man, his meaningful gift causing tears to well in her eyes for the fifth time that day. Now though, she couldn’t be more grateful for the man and his gift.

Quickly, Natasha pulled out her tracker, using it to single your own to help her find you. She waits a few agonizing seconds as the tracer does its work. The only thing Natasha can hear is her heart beat and the beeping of the device in her hand as it goes to work looking for its counterpart. The second the machine stops beeping she takes off running in your direction, praying to whatever god was out there that she would get to you in time.

Continuing on her sprint to find you Natasha takes note of the rising level of water around her. It’s up to her ankles now, meaning it’s rising fast. It’s been fifteen minutes since she set off that bomb. The watch on her wrist counting down the minutes she has until complete submerge causes her heart rate to rise. She needs to get you out of here. She needs to get you both out of here. There’s people counting on you both. She can’t let them down. She can’t lose you.

Luckily, because of the rising water, there are no hydra agents on this level. Meaning Natasha can sprint toward you with no distraction. Save for the rising water, which is now half way up her calf, effectively slowing her down.

The creaking and groaning of the ship make for unsettling background noises as Natasha rounds the last corner leading to the room you occupy. She reaches for the door handle, twisting to open it but it doesn’t budge. “Y/n.” She yells out, throwing her full body weight against the door.

“I’m in here!” You yell back, panic clear in your voice as the water rises to knee level. “Natasha, I’m in here!”

Natasha continues to throw herself at the door. The added pressure of the water on the other side makes it difficult for her to burst through. But after her seventh try she manages to do it. She enters the room, her eyes searching for you frantically as she ignores the burning pain in her shoulder from ramming the door.

“Natasha.” You breathe out, drawing the redhead's eyes toward you. Relief is clear in your eyes as you take her in. She looks panicked, like she’s running on pure adrenaline. But damn you can’t help but think she looks so pretty.

Natasha’s heart breaks at the sight of you. There's blood running down the side of your head and from your nose. Your bottom lip is split open and you've clearly sustained an injury to the ribs. “I’m here. I’m here, hunny.” Natasha says, making her way toward you. As soon as she reaches you she brings her hands to gently cup your face, her eyes welling with tears at the sight of you. Natasha brings her lips to rest on yours for a brief, gentle kiss. “I’m here.” She mumbles, leaning her forehead against yours.

You allow yourself a minute to feel safe in your wife's presence, her body against your own acting as a form of pain relief, even if just for a second.

But then a rush of cold water wafts against your lower thighs, pulling you back to the present. You can’t help but laugh at yours and Natasha’s behavior. You know you're both only acting this way because you're relieved she found you, alive, but still. There is a bit of a time issue at play. “And I’m so glad you are darling but we really need to get a move on.”

Your words click Natasha back into the matter at hand. The quickly rising water, sinking ship and the cuffs which currently make it impossible for you to leave the room. “Right.”

Natasha frantically looks around the room for something to break open the cuffs with. A key, a hammer, an ax, anything that would set you free. But she doesn’t find anything. Not a single thing that could release you from the cuffs and the water has now risen nearly to the top of your thighs.

“Natasha.” You say, the shake in your voice making the spy stop what she’s doing to look at you. “I’m scared.” You say, the tears in her eyes making her realize just how real this all is.

There’s a very real possibility she won’t get you out of here.

“No. Okay. None of that. I’m getting you out of this. We’re both going home.” Without a second thought Natasha turns back to what she was doing before. This time scouring under the waterline for anything that could have fallen.

You take a second to look around you. The quickly rising water, now lapping around your waist, the rush of the ocean coming through the open door to the room. The sounds of the ship sinking fill your ears, hydra agents screaming orders at one another and the ship itself groaning in protest. Then your eyes land on your wife, your beautiful wife, doing everything she can to find a way for you both to get out of this alive. You allow yourself a second to move your eyes over her, to burn the image of her green eyes and red hair into your memory. You take a deep breath, willing yourself to be brave as you speak your next words. “Natasha stop.”

“No.” She bites back, refusing to stop her search. There had to be something she could do. Something she could use to help. She couldn’t just leave you here.

“Natasha stop.” You say, this time with more conviction, as much as you could muster with the fear raging inside of you as the freezing cold water bit at the skin of your hips through your combat suit.

“NO!”

“Natalia Alianovna Romanoff. Stop what you're doing and look at me. Right now.”

Hearing her full true name fall from your lips makes Natasha stop. You rarely ever call her by her full, true name, so she knows whatever you're about to say is important. Turning to look at you, Natasha holds tears in her eyes, shaking her head lightly as she walks toward you.

“You need to leave.” You say, pleading with your eyes for the assassin to listen to you. “Please Natasha, you need to go.”

Natasha takes another step toward you, closing the distance between you two. Tears gather in her eyes as she takes your face in her hands, holding you with so much care. “No. I’m not leaving you here okay. Not happening.”

The ship creaks and groans loudly. Water rushes in the door at a quicker rate.The cold water rushes around your bodies making you both shiver as you stare into the others eyes.

“Natasha, I’m not getting out of here. But you need to. I need you to go.”

Natasha shakes her head insistently, tears streaming down her face as she answers. “No. No! I need you. I need you, damn it, you're my wife, y/n. I can’t do this without you okay.” Natasha reasons with you, her words coming out fast.

“And I need you to live, Natasha. I need you to go live a big, beautiful life like the one I know you deserve.” Natasha shakes her head, insisting that the life she wants to live is with you and she doesn’t know how to live without you. That she can’t, she doesn’t want to. But then you say the one thing that could actually get Natasha out of the room. “Yelena can’t lose us both, Tasha.”

You're right. She hates it, hates that you always are, hates that she can’t think of a reason as to why her sister would be okay. That she would survive the loss of you both. But Natasha knows her sister, knows that that loss of her sister and best friend would destroy the blond.

So instead of fighting you Natasha brings your foreheads back together, her lips grazing over yours as she speaks. “I love you, y/n.” She mumbles through her tears. “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, Natalia.” You answer, tears of your own slipping down your cheeks.

Leaning forward you press your lips against Natasha’s. The kiss lasts for a full thirty seconds, with you ingraining the feeling of her lips against yours in your memory. Natasha wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her body, willing herself to never forget your warmth, your love, the feel of you in her arms.

You pull your lips away from your wife, breaking this kiss. Tears stream from your eyes as you stare into hers. “You need to go, love.”

“Baby-”

“Shhhh. This isn’t your fault okay. It’s not anyone's fault. Just go. I love you, but you need to go.”

Nodding her head in acceptance, Natasha takes one last look at you, bringing her lips to yours for one last kiss before turning and making her way out of the room not looking back because she knows that if she did she wouldn’t leave.

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It’s not until she gets back to the compound does she let the weight of what's happened settle on her shoulders. You're gone, her wife, her comfort, her home. Gone.

Natasha runs into the compound, searching its halls until she finds Fury in a meeting with her best friend, sister and the rest of the team. She bursts through the doors with little thought to her actions or what they can cause.

“You.” She seths, looking at Fury with eyes filled with rage. If looks could kill, the man would be dead on the floor. Every pair of eyes in the room turn to her, confusion and concern written clearly on all of them. But she ignores them, her sights set on the man at fault for your death.

“Natasha?” Yelena asks, standing from her chair worriedly. “What’s wrong? Where's y/n?” The look in her sister's eyes tells Yelena all she needs to know. Her sister in law is dead. Her best friend, gone. The pain in her chest comes strong and fast, the realization that she’s lost you hitting her hard. But she puts it aside for the moment in favor of taking care of her sister.

“You did this.” Natasha shouts, crossing the room in four long strides, standing in front of Fury, her first drawn back ready to land a punch to the man's chest. “You took her from me.” Natasha screams, pounding on the man's chest, sobs escaping her throat as she continues to shout at the man. “It's your fault I'm not holding her right now. Your fault!”

The team watches on in shock, each and every one of them absorbing the pain and loss radiating from Natasha in waves. “You have one job, how could you give us such outdated information? How could you? I love her and she's gone and it's your fault.”

It's not until two shield ages burst through the door that the team clicks back into themselves. Steve and Tony stand to keep the agents back. Clint and Yelena go to Natasha, taking the sobbing woman in their arms and leading her from the room.

The room empties, everyone leaving in silence except for Fury and Agent Hill. Once everyone is gone the brunette turns to the man at her side, a look of regret on her face. “Sir-”

“Not a word, Agent Hill.” Fury orders, his voice leaving no room for argument. “It had to be done.”

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A/n - I got no apologies that can make up for this. I do have at least another two parts panned if that helps at all

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Out of Sync

Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1311 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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It’s as if the universe is actively working against him right now. Keith was out sick, so Steve had to take on more during his shifts on top of covering the shifts they didn’t work together. And then, Keith’s return lined up with Robin’s family vacation, so he had to cover her shifts too. He’s less bitter about covering for her, at least, but that’s not the point. Working two weeks straight, with his usual six hour shifts turning into clopen after clopen – it’s like he’s living at Family Video.

That’s not even the worst of it, really. Steve likes the extra money and working through Robin’s time off is always a good distraction from her being gone. The problem is Eddie’s working at the plant with Wayne now and he’s temporarily on Wayne’s shifts while a coworker is out on worker’s comp, so they’re all out of sync. It works great for Eddie’s schedule, lets him go to his physical therapy appointments he’s still doing and hang out with the kids and Steve usually, but not so great for Steve’s current predicament.

It’s been a month since they’ve had one-on-one time and Steve feels like he’s losing it.

Eddie’s shift change was a nightmare to get used to at first, and it didn’t help that Steve’s parents were in town so they couldn’t really see one another. Not when Steve had to pretend he still lived at the Harringtons rather than the trailer (Eddie had yet to ask, but if Wayne’s comments are anything to go by, it’s all but official). Then the Keith thing, now Robin’s out, and Steve’s just tired of seeing him in passing or when they bring one another lunch sometimes.

He doesn’t mind losing a bit of sleep to go eat “lunch” with Eddie at two in the morning. It’s nice, being able to just sit with Eddie in his car as Eddie eats the sandwich Steve made him with one hand and holds Steve’s with the other. They’re hidden in the dark of the late hour, safe in his car to be themselves, but neither are up for much conversation. Steve’s usually half asleep and Eddie’s trying to eat as much as possible to get him through the rest of his shift, too sore from working to really engage. Still much better than when Eddie pops in to bring his lunch at Family Video, where they can’t even hang out some days when Keith’s being a dick about non-employees in the break room or Eddie lingering at the counter “scaring” customers away. It’s usually a drop off and a quick hug situation.

Steve just misses him and he knows Eddie misses him too.

But they endure and the second Robin is back, Keith approves of Steve having a few days off in a row. Steve thinks it has more to do with corporate seeing an employee working for three weeks straight rather than Keith having a heart, but he’ll take what he can get.

Which means when Eddie comes shuffling into his (read: their) bedroom, eyes already closed and his belt undone, pants unzipped, Steve can help him into bed and take his time with him. He helps Eddie undress enough to be comfortable and makes sure he’s content laying down, then spends a bit of extra time massaging his back. He gets to enjoy feeling Eddie melt for him under his palms, to take his fill and look at him without worrying about the clock. They don’t say much, Eddie barely conscious as he grunts and moans as the knots in his back and the tightness in his skin are worked out, eased by Steve’s touch. The most he says is a mumbled, “Thank you, baby,” when Steve leans down to kiss his neck after a particularly painful knot.

And when Eddie falls asleep, Steve gets to curl back up with him. He doesn’t care if he actually gets to sleep, just luxuriates in Eddie’s warmth and the lack of responsibility for the day, stuck in that early morning haze.

They wake up a few hours later, when Eddie’s alarm goes off.

“You’re still here,” Eddie says, brow furrowed and frowning.

Steve chuckles. “Keith gave me three days off,” he says.

He watches as Eddie processes the information, concern turning into a shit-eating grin. It’s the only warning he gets before Eddie tackles him, hands in his hair as he kisses him. They don’t get out of bed for a while, too preoccupied with revisiting one another’s bodies and reacquainting themselves.

When they do finally emerge, Wayne’s pulling on his shoes. “What are you two thinking about for dinner?”

Eddie shrugs, yawning as he fixes their coffee. “Whatever works for me. Just not sloppy Joe’s again.”

“That ain’t much help,” Wayne huffs. He turns to Steve. “You goin’ to be here for dinner?”

Steve nods as he takes the mug Eddie offers him. “If you’ll have me.”

“Like you ain’t always welcome,” Wayne says, shaking his head. “You got an opinion on food?”

“No sir.”

“You boys aren’t any help,” Wayne grumbles. “Can’t buy shit for dinner if none of us know what we want.” He’s grabbing his coat and keys as he speaks, walking around the small living space as he gets ready.

Eddie shakes out his hair, eyes more alert. “Wait, it’s my turn to go to the store,” Eddie says.

Wayne waves him off. “I’m not blind, boy. You two have barely seen one another in a minute now and I can’t take any more of your whining. You’ll get the next time.”

“No,” Eddie protests, setting down his mug, “I’ve got this. You should resting–”

Steve’s brow furrows. “What happened?”

Wayne starts to grumble about nothing as Eddie turns to him with a scared look in his eye despite the serious expression. “His back is acting up. He says it's just a pinched nerve but I don’t think he should be risking anything.” He turns back to Wayne. “Go sit down. I’ll go to the store.”

Eddie doesn’t give anyone time to say anything before he heads back to the room.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Wayne says as he shrugs off his coat. “I didn’t mean to mess up your day.”

Steve tilts his head. “You didn’t mess up anything. You should try to rest before your shift tonight.”

Wayne sighs as he sinks into his chair, face contorting in pain with the movements.

It doesn’t take much for Steve to head back into the bedroom in search of fresh clothes, his wallet, and Eddie’s keys. He meets Eddie at the bathroom, slipping inside to brush his teeth and try to figure something out with his hair.

“Why are you dressed?” Eddie asks as he wipes the toothpaste off his mouth.

“I’m going with you.”

Eddie shakes his head and puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders. “No. It’s your first day off in ages. Go rest.”

Steve takes Eddie’s wrists in his hands and pulls them off his shoulders. “I just want to spend the day with you, no matter what we’re doing.” He leans forward to kiss his cheek. “And I’ve got your keys so either I’m going or none of us are eating tonight,” he whispers, lips brushing against Eddie’s ear.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and pulling him in for a proper kiss. “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you, too.”

“What do you say to grabbing lunch before we go to the store? Make a date out of it?”

“Greasy diner food and grocery shopping,” Steve says with a laugh, “you sure know how to woo a man, Eds.”

Eddie winks. “Someone has to compete with the Harrington charm.”

Steve pulls away and tugs Eddie out of the bathroom. “C’mon. Quicker we leave, quicker we come back and can go back to bed.”

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing this story!

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bunnakit · 4 months

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last twilight e8 thoughts, feelings, and tears

ok i cried for like 10 minutes after the episode ended so forgive me if this isn't up to par of what i usually do. apparently i'm fragile today.

there was a lot i liked and didn't like about this scene. in the past we've seen Day cling to the idea that someday he'll see again, that this is all temporary. instead of reiterating that, instead of talking about the cornea transplant, he instead asks "what can i do?" it's such an insanely massive sign of his growth. i'm so fucking proud of him. it made me so fucking emotional because while he's still upset, he's still hurt, he's still angry, he realizes his reality and he's making steps to move forward with that.

what i didn't like about this scene was once again Day's mother acts like Day's life is ending. she's been the number one person to coddle Day and to reassure him of this surgery that may never happen. i know she means well but fuck. this has to stop.

i also fucking hated the doctor for this. Day isn't fucking dying, there's still so much he can do even once his sight is completely gone. sure, he'll have some limitations, i get that. i can't swim in the ocean or rivers anymore. that fucking sucked to learn right before going on my honeymoon to the beach. but you know what i could still do? walk across the beach to the little hidden tide pools, sit on the jagged rocks, and watch the crabs and fish and anemones and everything thrive in this tiny little ecosystem. it was still amazing and something i may not have done if not for my disease keeping me from going in the water.

we're limited by our disabilities but we aren't fucking dead - life goes on around us and we can either participate in it or wallow in our fate. i'll talk about this more later.

you can skip this next paragraph if you don't want to see me babble on another personal anecdote.

i will say i saw a lot of myself in this moment. something similar happened to me a few weeks ago. i learned my disability is no longer responding to the treatments and i'll have to have multiple surgeries next year to close some year old wounds and will probably need some skin grafts. my disease is no longer managed but once again getting worse. when the doctor told me i just nodded and discussed the game plan. meanwhile, my mom was heartbroken and kept asking if there was anything that could be done. (nothing that i'm not already doing.)

sometimes we just have to nod along and accept what's happening. we can cry about it and get pissed later if we have to.

ohhh there's so much i want to talk about here. Day's mom infuriates me, probably because she's the opposite of everything my mother ever was when faced with my disabilities. her constant refusal to address Day's blindness is so painful, as if it's somehow a reflection of him as a person or a stain. it's just a fact of life and her denial is doing so much more to hurt Day than to help him. as much as i hate it, though, it is realistic. it can be so hard for those close to us to acknowledge what's going on, especially when they can't experience it for themselves or they aren't around day to day.

which brings me to the part that frustrates me the most. i'm going to get REALLY personal here.

TW FOR SUICIDE AND MENTAL HEALTH ->

i'll put another message when this little anecdote is over so ya'll can skip to that.

i've been diagnosed with major depressive disorder since i was 15. when i was 16 i tried to kill myself. my mom didn't know until last year, but at the time she knew my depression was getting to a concerning level of bad. you know what she did? she quit her job. she made any sacrifice she could to stay home with me and make sure i was safe and felt heard and taken care of. granted, she wasn't a single mother at the time but we also weren't rolling in the money. my dad was a construction worker in the early 2000s when construction work was struggling HARD.

but that's what you do for your kids, that's what you do to take care of them and make them feel heard and loved and cared for unconditionally. my depression and desire to die wasn't a stain on who i was, it was my mind holding me hostage with no way out because they couldn't give me medication until i turned 18.

OKAY IT'S SAFE NOW ->

anyway, where i was going with that is that Day's mom, as a famous chef, clearly makes enough money to take time off work, to be there for her son, to stay home and make him feel loved and cared for. there's likely a lot going on on her end of being a single mother, of feeling like she needs to prove herself and show the world she can do this alone - but her son doesn't have to do it alone just because she wants to. he needs a support system and right now all he has is Mhok.

Day's anger is so real and so justified. he must feel abandoned by his mother, by the one person that should be there to comfort him and keep him safe. her love has become conditional on the state of his eyesight.

and then she tells him he can't go? he's not a fucking child. he's a full grown man and he was just told to do things while he still can see at least a little. i told my mom the exact part of the plot and her response was "well fuck her, he's gotta go." you're god damn right he does, mom.

everything Night does feels like repentance. i need know what the story is, i need to know what caused this massive fissure between them. i don't want to comment or speculate too much but at this point i can no longer condemn Night. he's trying, he's clearly trying so fucking hard, and he clearly has so much love for his brother.

and him giving Mhok money and letting him and Day escape because he knows Day will be happier? i really hope that is a step in the right direction of mending whatever was broken between them. there are only four episodes left and i hope bare minimum half of them deal with what is going on here.

The sea remains the sea. The sand remains the sand. The sky remains the sky. Though I can't see, everything remains the way it is.

and here we are. being diagnosed with a disability is a massive change in our lives, a huge hurdle we have to climb, but at the end of the day the world still turns, life still goes on, and we can either go with it or remain stagnant. this is the culmination of everything Mhok has shown Day. Mhok has constantly brought Day out to participate in life, to learn how to navigate the world that remains unchanged. while Day's world has changed it remains the same in so many ways. this is such a beautiful moment of acceptance and peace, of healing and moving past the hurt. once again, i am so proud of Day.

he's going to be okay.

i've seen others mention it but fuck this once again drove home how soft and caring Mhok is, something that's been so constant in this episode from his willingness to help Day, to the keychains, to the escape, and now this. this little act of asking for permission, of giving Day permission, of almost asking Day 'will you kiss me?' and then Day does. Day gives Mhok the first kiss initiated by him. until now it's always been Mhok but this time Day reaches out to Mhok in this gritty, sand filled kiss. (disgusting but still lovely)

and this really drove home how safe Day feels with Mhok. they're somewhere completely new and unpredictable but he suggests they drink and participate in the party - and i love that he doesn't ask for permission but rather says 'why not?' because Mhok has never made him feel like he needs to ask for things, not things he's fully capable of deciding for himself.

and they do! they act like the young adults they are and have an amazing night of just fun and laughter and love and i fucking love that for them. how many times have we seen Day get to act his age and be carefree? it's remarkably telling how free Day feels the further he gets from home, how free his love is when he isn't worried about his family. when he's away from home Day really becomes the sun.

(also i think i might make shirts like this with my husband as a fun activity because that's really cute.)

i'm fine, i'm fine, i'm fine. (i'm lying.) the amount of love they have from here on is almost palpable. the fact that Mhok takes the time to tell Day he looks good, that he's admiring him. fuck. it makes me think of just a bit before, where we see Day linger with his fingers against the mirror. Day hasn't seen his own reflection in over a year, he has no idea what he looks like anymore. he won't get to see the way age changes him, won't get to see the wrinkles and laugh lines form on his face.

but Mhok will be there to tell him, to say how handsome he is, and without fully seeing Mhok Day will know he is equally as handsome because he knows Mhok's voice, his character, and sure he knows what everyone has said about Mhok's appearance but who he is has always been more important.

and then for them to essentially say their own vows in the light of the setting sun? oh, my loves.

Day is starting a new chapter in the book of his life, a new chapter with Mhok and hope and confidence. he's taking back control and paving his own way and no matter what comes he'll face it head on.

i started crying here and didn't stop, P'Aof please i'm sending you bills not for my therapy but for all the water i have to buy to rehydrate myself from all my tears. once again, fucking hell i'm so proud of Day.

and he tells them to have a kid soon! so he can help raise it!! just like he'll probably help raise Porjai's kid. because he no longer sees himself as incapable, as someone unable to help. Mhok has shown him how capable he is, how much he can still do.

please allow me a moment to - AAAAAAAAA.

personally i cannot wait for all the gifsets we're going to see of this moment. they danced so perfectly together because they know each other. Mhok knows Day better than anyone else, they've gone through so much, and they move so intrinsically together. i'd say they know each other better than anyone else but there's still so much of Mhok left unexplored. there's so much Day still doesn't know, so much pain Mhok is still hiding.

i can't wait for them to truly know each other inside and out (not like that, but hey it looks like we're getting that next ep eeeyy)

i'm not really going to comment on the dad showing up at the end. i feel almost nothing about that, i'm just waiting to see how that turns out and reserving my opinions for now. (i had a shit dad, i'm a little bais.)

man, i'd hoped this would be brief with how raw i was feeling and how busy i am with work but GUESS NOT. thanks for reading as always tag loves: @nutcasewithaknife @benkaaoi @callipigio @infinitelyprecious

#bunn meta #last twilight #last twilight the series #mhokday #morkday #userjamiec

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loveandleases · 9 months

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Hii! Could we have 56. "Are you flirting with me?" for every RO?

Ask and you shall receive~ (It's pretty long.)

დ Cam- You've spent 30 minutes helping Cam clean up his room. He's flopped on the bed, a bed that's littered with rolls of film and lenses. A bag of chips and what was once a candy bar is now a melted mess.

Cam's always been this way. A mess, a very handsome mess. You tilt your head slightly as you look at him, his hair disheveled covering up his eyes. Letting out a groan he raises his shirt to rub his stomach.

Neither of you says anything long enough that he looks at you. "What?" he asks, ignoring the smudge of chocolate that has somehow found its way onto his cheek.

You smile at him before walking over to rub his cheek. His voice catches, his eyes wide as they look over your face. "A…are you flirting with me to get out of cleaning?"

დ G- You hold the dog softly, not wanting to scare it, as G goes to check its leg. G is precise in their movements. The tone they use to talk to the dog is soft, calming.

They catch you staring a few times and only arch a brow at you. Once determined the dog is fine they take it from you, holding it gently in their arms.

No one would believe the sight in front of you if they saw it, a smile on their face as they rub noses with the dog. Hell, you barely do.

"Cute." The word escapes your lips before you can catch yourself.

The speed at which they turn their head looks painful. Their dark eyes bore into you, searching your face as a blush creeps onto their cheeks. "Are you flirting with me? Now of all times?" They turn to press their head against the dog, the tips of their ears bright red.

დ Kara- You two have been at the leasing office all day. You've been helping her file papers for easily an hour now. While you finish up the last bit, Kara comes in with food. "I owe you so my treat." She motions for you to sit down.

You oblige, trying to get as comfortable in the stiff chair. Kara is usually so put together, her hair always in place, her makeup perfect. Yet now there is a slight sheen to her face, her hair a little messy, undone from the ponytail she had it in. You like her better like this.

She catches you staring, saying nothing as she tucks her hair behind her ears. She takes the utensils from their packaging and holds them out to you. When you don't take them, she looks at you, "I must look a mess." You shake your head at her. Kara Clarke is anything but a mess.

She stares at you a moment longer, placing the utensil down. You notice a blush on her cheeks. "Stop kidding, or are you flirting with me?"

დ M- They said one more paragraph over half an hour ago. Yet still there they are, slouching at the computer. You've noticed they have been staring at the screen for at least 20 minutes. Walking over, you wrap your arms around their neck.

"I'm sorry MC. It just isn't reading right." They rub their eyes, turning to you. Pulling you against them so they can rest their head against your stomach.

They stay that way for a few more minutes before they look up at you with tired eyes. A warm smile on their face.

"You should go to bed, you're going to exhaust yourself at this point and I'll be left stuck taking care of you." You can't help to tease them a little. That little smile pulled at their lips.

"If you wanted to get me to bed, you just had to say so." They say it so easily. Is there a deeper meaning there? It's hard to tell, but something in their eyes tells you there is.

You scoff, pushing them back in their seat. "Get in bed or else." You try not to smile as you say it. They cock their head at you and run a hand along their chin. "Are you flirting with me?"

დ Isaac- You're unsure how long you've been standing there. Leaning against the steps of the apartment while Isaac tinkers with something under the hood of their car. It was supposed to be a quick drive to the apartment to pick up some things.

Yet here you are, watching them dirty their shirt with even more oil stains. At least the view is nice. It's not too hot, slight breeze in the air.

"Hello, Earth to MC!"

You blink, noticing Isaac looking at you as they take off their shirt, and wiping the sweat from their brow. You know they said something, yet you can't think of a response. Not when you see the sweat glisten against their warm umber skin. You can't help but whistle at that sight.

They laugh, flinging their shirt at you. "Seriously flirting with me right now?" Isaac grabs you by the hand, pulling you to the car. "Get in."

დ Ardent- You squirm slightly, ignoring the tingling sensation of your butt going numb from sitting on the counter for so long. Ardent stands in front of you, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"I'm not asking again. Where the hell is Cupid?" He glares at you, those brown eyes searching your face as you reposition yourself again.

"I told you we don't have the cat." You avert your eyes, instead focusing on the scars on his arm.

Ardent reaches forward, raising your chin so you have no choice but to look at him. His hair has begun to fall out of the tie he had it pulled in, now grazing against his jaw.

You can't help but notice a strand against his scarred lip. Lip's that are slightly moist. This very thought makes you shake your head. Which only makes him hold your chin tighter. It only annoys you more. Why is it that every time that cat is missing, he thinks Cam took it?

You push against his chest, and your patience has run out. What little he did move was just for show. "Don't be a brat.", he says sweetly. As if your being annoyed is just what he wanted.

"Fuck off." You say it firmly. Or at least try to. It's hard to mean it with that crooked smirk on his lips.

"You really shouldn't be flirting right now. I only want what's mine."

#love and leases #loveandleases #twine wip #if wip #upcoming if #cam #g #kara #isaac #m #ardent #prompt

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owlwithanapple · 3 months

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Fate Chapter 01. — Lost Girl

Roronoa Zoro X OC X Trafalgar Law

Zoro appears first, Law appears later

I tried to write a heroine from a different world who meets the character of One Piece. The content will have two different world concepts, which are not completely based on the plot of the anime.

It’s a boring world, boring day, doing the same thing every time when open your eyes. The things you must do after getting up are brushing teeth, taking a shower, changing into school uniforms, and taking the subway to school after leaving home.

You have to squeeze into the subway every morning and live this life all day. Arrive at school and enter the classroom. The class is full of noise. The teacher's job is to give lectures as usual, and the students' life is to study or get sleepy.

When the school bell rang, packed your schoolbag and went home. There are many club activities but you just can’t get interested. There are more people on the subway after school, but don’t want to squeeze into the subway with them, so you go home late and go to convenience store on the street.

As usual ran to the convenience store near the school to buy some snacks. Chose my favorite snacks and paid. Find a bench in the park, sit down, unpack the snacks and start eating.

You don’t hate your current life, and also like what you do every day. You just a student, have nothing else to do except for parents to support you in studying. Your parents abroad will feel at ease knowing that your academic performance remains stable.

Part-time jobs are only available on Saturdays and Sundays. Your parents will give you living expenses every month, but sometimes prefer to spend your own money. But students still have to take care of their studies. If focus on work, grades will rise and fall any time.

After parents see the results, it will be troublesome to ask for explanations. Your parents are talented people, and both of them hold senior positions in an overseas company. For the sake of parents’ face and image, you must remain excellent.

The park is as usual with a group of children playing together, an old man walking his dog, some students playing football, and you eating snacks on the bench. Even don’t look at these things you experience every day, you will know them by heart.

Oops, after talking so much, forgot to introduce yourself. Your name is Yuki. 17 years old. Is a student. Don't think of hobbies at the moment, just a passerby, living a cyclical life every day.

You found the snacks had been eaten and empty. Before knew it, the time had come and almost time to go home. On the way to the subway station, the scenery of the city is quite beautiful.

Your life goes around in cycles every day, but the scenery can change every day. Nature is so magical and mysterious all at the same time.

After the traffic light turns green, you start walking on the road. What lights the traffic lights display will change accordingly for people and traffic. When the red light is on, it means stop, when the green light is on, it can move.

Even though there are traffic lights for everyone's safety, accidents will always happen suddenly. An out-of-control car is coming from the left, and in front of you is a little girl who fell on the road.

Everyone around you has fled, except you. The little girl who fell on the road and the out-of-control car are rushing towards you two. Today is the first time in your life that you have experienced such a terrifying situation.

Subconsciously, you lifted the little girl up and pushed her aside, while the out-of-control car rushed towards you. Your legs are trembling and can't move at all.

You closed your eyes unconsciously fell into darkness, but didn't feel any pain when you were hit. You only heard the sound of water, the chirping of birds and felt something shaking.

You open your eyes sit up see that you are on a small boat surrounded by the sea and a group of animals flying in the sky. The scene in front of you makes you tremble with fear. It is a sea and a bright sun.

You was clearly on the road just now, but in an instant was floating on the sea. You look around there is nothing nearby, just you, a boat, the sea and birds.

You pinched your cheeks hard asked yourself, "What's going on! Why suddenly at sea!" The pain felt on your cheek definitely real, you wanted to stand up to see what was going on but the boat started to rock.

It's better not to move. There had just been a car accident on the road, and now you was in trouble at sea. But you are still wearing school uniform, so you were transported here?

But where is this? You are in a boat and then drifting across the ocean, even don't know where you are or where you drifting to. The sun on the sea is so bright and hot, making you so thirsty.

Sitting on the boat doing nothing just drifting on the sea, calling for help but there was no one around. Guess this is the world after death. You are the only one wandering on this sea alone.

You sighed "Am I going to die here? Maybe it would be better to die. It's not uncommon to live such a boring life every day!" You lie on the boat and look at the blank sky in a daze.

Suddenly a big wave came up the boat shook violently. You quickly hold on to the boat and a huge black shadow envelop you. It is a big ship with a sun face sailing on the sea.

The big ship collided with your small boat and crashed, you falling into the sea. You screamed for help desperately hoping the people on the big ship would notice, but your voice seemed unable to reach them.

You are tired, hungry, no strength and finally sink into the sea. This is the scene under the sea, a ray of light and clear water. You have died once, now you have to die one more time. Even death is a cycle.

You close your eyes stop thinking prepare to die peacefully. When you have given up all ideas, suddenly someone jumped into the sea grabbed your arm swam to the surface.

"Hey! Come and help get her up!" a rough voice shouted.

His companion picked you up and took you to the ship "Call Chopper!" another man said.

"Don't crowd here, get out of the way!" A cute voice used his little hands to unbutton you clothes leaned against your chest to hear your heartbeat. He put his hands on your chest and pressed it quickly.

"Don't die! Give me a reaction when you hear my voice!" He shouted to you while giving first aid in a panic. After a golden period of rescue, you finally opened your eyes slightly and started to react a little.

You just accidentally fell into the sea and the sea water choked your throat so uncomfortable you quickly coughed it out. When open your eyes again see a few people surrounding you "Are you okay, miss?" A man with curly eyebrows and a suit says to you with a smile.

There was a green-haired man with three swords hanging from his waist who was wet and drying himself with a towel. He was the one who jumped into the sea to save you. You slowly sat up and stared at the tanuki that saved you?

"Tanuki," you accidentally said.

He jumped around angrily and yelled "I'm not Tanuki! I'm a reindeer!".

After calming down, he pointed himself and said, "My name is Chopper, you?".

After listening to what he said, you inadvertently found that your school uniform was soaked by water, which penetrated your underwear and still half-dressed. You wrapped your arms around yourself to cover it.

You had no idea what was going on yet , woke up and was being looked at by others. Suddenly someone wrapped a towel around. It was the man in a suit. He had a nosebleed. "My name is Sanji. I'm sorry. Chopper was in first aid just now, so..." he comforted you.

You were already trembling in panic, not knowing what was wrong. You died in a car accident and almost drowned in the sea, but after being rescued, you were frightened and overwhelmed by the people in front of you.

But they all kept a distance and didn't force you to do anything. You clenched the towel and covered your face, not knowing what to do and hesitating about how to speak.

"What should we do? She didn't say anything." A woman with long orange hair asked Sanji and Chopper.

The green-haired man came over and said, "Let her calm down first."

A dark-haired woman approached you and gently poked on the back smiled and said, "I hope you're okay."

Seeing the strange and cute appearance of the reindeer named Chopper, you unknowingly let go of your guard. After all, they saved your life but you just kept your mouth shut before thanking them.

They turned their backs to seemed to be discussing something. Out of curiosity, you prepared to eavesdrop on what they had to say but it seemed like were done talking. You hesitated for a moment and just said your name should be fine.

"Yuki."

After everyone heard you speak, immediately turned their heads watched intently. In the awkward situation, you quickly covered your face with a towel. Being in a strange place and with strange people makes you feel uncomfortable and lonely.

The orange-haired woman put her hand on her chest and said, "Hello, Yuki. My name is Nami. The one who saved you just now was Zoro." She pointed at the green-haired man.

"Yuki-chwan! I'm so glad you're okay!" Sanji said with concern through a nosebleed.

"Umm, Sanji, your nosebleed..." You pointed at his face.

Zoro sighed helplessly pulled Sanji away from you "This guy is like this when he sees girls, don't worry about it.".

Sanji was unhappy with Zoro's tone and started to fight.

You survived, who is the person who saved me? A talking reindeer? A cosplayer with three swords hanging from his waist? A pervert in a suit? What kind of world have you arrived in and why are there so many weird things?

"Yohohoho! It's so lively." You turned around and saw a talking skull with an afro hair, you were shocked and dumbfounded.

"Hello, miss." The skull greeted you, but you were already stunned by him.

You are careless, this one is weirder than those people. Nami kicked the skull away and lightly slapped your face, but already fainted and unconscious. Chopper quickly arranged you go to the infirmary for examination.

"Is Yuki-chwan going to be okay..." Sanji said worriedly.

Zoro said seriously, "She's wearing weird clothes."

Sanji kicked Zoro "Marimo! You are not allowed to look at Yuki-chwan with that despicable look!".

"You are the one who is mean!". Zoro fights with Sanji.

Don't know how much time passed before you woke up from a coma. You lay on the soft bed looked at the lights on the ceiling. You thought it was an illusion but now it feels so real. There are many books in the room, the medicines are neatly placed in the cabinets, and a Tanuki wearing a pink hat?

"Tanuki!" you shouted sitting up and pointing at him.

He yelled angrily, "I'm not Tanuki! I'm a reindeer! Chopper!"

"It's not a dream..." You slapped your face so hard that it really hurt.

Chopper holds your hand to stop from hitting yourself. The pain means you are not dreaming. You pinched your face hard and slapped it several times. Chopper was so scared he ran out and shouted for help.

"Someone come here! Yuki is hurting herself!" Chopper yelled as he ran around in a hurry.

After hearing this, Nami and Sanji ran directly into the medical room saw you pinching face. Nami grabbed your hand to prevent from continuing, and Sanji quickly wrapped ice in a cloth and applied it to your face.

"What are you doing! Why are you hurting yourself?" Nami cursed at you angrily.

"Yuki-chwan, I won't allow you to do this to yourself!" Sanji told you worriedly.

"It's really not a dream..." After confirming that was not dreaming and you had really arrived in another world, tears flowed unconsciously from your eyes.

"Yuki-chwan! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have scolded you! What should I do?" Sanji nervously reassured you.

"What happened, Yuki?" Nami let you cry on her shoulder.

Zoro saw Chopper shouting around in a panic. He walked to the door of the medical room and saw you crying, Nami comforting you, and Sanji frantically thinking of ways to tease you.

"What happened to Yuki?" Chopper hid behind Zoro and watched secretly.

"How is she?" Zoro looked at Chopper and asked.

"She fine, it's just weird when she wake up." Chopper said worriedly.

"Hmm..." Zoro just remained silent and stood outside the door watching.

"Zoroooooooo! Chopperrrrrrrr!" came a loud voice.

You heard a voice coming from outside the door and saw Zoro standing in the doorway with Chopper hiding behind. There was a man in a straw hat, followed by a man with a long nose who excitedly ran up to Zoro while grabbing a fish.

"You are here! Zoro! Look at the fish I caught!" The man in the straw hat excitedly showed off the fish to Zoro.

"I know! Keep the fish away!" Zoro dodged the fish in Luffy hand.

"What are you looking at?" The man wearing a straw hat came into the infirmary.

"Hello..." You waved to him.

"Look! I caught the fish! Who are you?" After showing off the fish to you, he suddenly asked who you are.

"Stay back, Luffy!" Nami hit him on the head.

"It hurts..." The man in the straw hat sat on the ground and whispered.

"My name is Yuki..." You said your name.

After hearing your name, he excitedly stood in front of you said loudly, "My name is Luffy! Monkey D Luffy!"

"Why is Yuki on our ship?" the long-nosed man asked with a confused look on his face.

"Due to some minor accidents, Yuki-chwan will be on the boat temporarily." Sanji picked up the fish Luffy just caught.

"Hmmm...I see." Luffy stared at you with curious eyes.

When you were frowning, suddenly Luffy pulled his cheek to make a face. His cheeks were flexible and as soft as rubber. You couldn't help but laugh when saw his face making a weird face at you.

Nami saw your smile hugged you tightly and gently stroked you head to comfort you. Although you was transported to a very strange world, the people here were so warm and you felt a little warm.

"Yuki-chwannnn, smile more!" Sanji danced happily.

"Fnally laughed." Nami laughed.

"Don't always have a sad face!" Luffy smiled as brightly as the sun.

"Thank you, I feel much better." You responded to them with a smile.

"Yuki, do you want talk to us?" Nami asked you with concern.

Nami called everyone to the table to discuss current situation. You are a strange girl meets a ship with some strange cosplayers. Sanji made tea for everyone and put it on the table. You can smell the delicious tea.

There are currently 8 people: Luffy with retractable body, Zoro as a three-sword cosplayer, Nami with long orange hair and tattoos, Sanji with a nosebleed and a suit, Chopper as a reindeer, Brook as a skeleton, Usopp as a long-nosed and black-haired Robin.

Now a tall blue-haired man named Franky came forward, wearing only a underwear and a pair of robotic hands. What a weird group, maybe they are members of a band, you really feel confused about the current situation after reading it.

You clear your throat and briefly introduce everyone, "Ahem. My name is Yuki. I'm from Japan. I'm currently a high school student."

"Japan? What island are you from?" Luffy asked excitedly, standing on the table.

"What's the occupation of a high school student?" Ussop asked curiously.

"Japan is a country, and high school students are students." You explain to them seriously.

"Hmm. A country I've never heard of." Franky looked confused.

"Yohoho. That's why high school students wear short skirts like this. Can you let me see your pantsu?" Brook said with a smile at you.

"Sinful short skirt..." You looking at Sanji's whispered with nosebleed.

"What about you, are you all the cosplayers of some group?" Seeing their strange looks, couldn't help but ask.

"What is a Cosplayer?" Chopper asked doubtfully.

"Cosplayer is like everyone wear some character costumes." You simply explained to Chopper.

"We are not role-playing! We are a pirate group! I am the man who wants to become the Pirate King!" Luffy stood on the table and raised his hands in the air.

"Ha!? Pirates!? What era are we in now!" You stood up grabbed Luffy's collar and kept asking.

"The ○○ era..." Nami said.

"It's different from my time..." You let go of Luffy's collar calm down and muttered to yourself.

"Yuki, I'm curious, what era are you from?" Robin raised her hand and asked.

"I'm from the ○○○○ era..." Robin looked shocked after you answered.

"There is a possibility that Yuki is a person from a different world and era. I have read it in books, I always thought it was a dreamlike existence." Robin told everyone about your possibility.

"Hey! That means Yuki comes from a different world than us!" Sanji was shocked by Robin's conclusion.

"Wait! Could it be sent by the enemy?" Ussop suddenly mentioned.

"If it's true, just cut her off." Zoro stood up held his scabbard in hand.

Ussop mentioned this speculation, Zoro has become wary of you. It makes sense for them to speculate and be wary of you. Most people can ignore a girl wandering at sea, but they saved you.

Sanji stood up raised his feet to stop Zoro from drawing his sword. The aura of the two of them was too strong. You can feel the oppression and intense pressure from both of them while sitting nearby. It's such a terrifying situation.

"Stop it now!" Nami threw tea at Zoro and Sanji.

"I understand your caution. But if she is really innocent, wouldn't it be tantamount to bullying the weak?" Robin said calmly.

"Hahaha! Robin is right!" Franky said with a laugh.

"Yohohoho, if Yuki really wanted to harm us, she could have attacked Chopper in the medical room." Brook gave a simple metaphor.

"Yeah, it was just me and her at that time. It was a good opportunity to make a move." Chopper said seriously.

"Robin-chwan is right! Yuki-chwan is innocent! Marimo!" Sanji complained about Zoro.

"Let's have a fight! Curly cook!" Zoro and Sanji got into a fight.

It’s incredible they all can live together and get along even though all with different looks and personalities. It’s not like you’re dealing with the same people and the same things every day.

You clenched both hands and fell into deep thought. Maybe as Robin said, you and them are in different worlds and just happened to be transferred here or this is the world after death.

"Yuki! Look at me!" Luffy suddenly called.

"Erm?" You raised head.

When you heard Luffy calling, you looked up and saw him sitting on the table, making faces and laughing at you. His expression was so funny that you couldn't help but hold your belly and laugh.

"Oh, laughed again." Robin said with a chuckle.

"Yuki-chwan! Smile more! Your smile is a salvation!" Sanji looked at you with loving eyes.

"Luffy, how on earth did your face stretch and contract like this?" You asked him, wiping away the tears of laughter.

"Hehehe, I became like this after eating the Gomu Gomu no Mi." Luffy proudly showed off to you.

"Gomu Gomu no Mi?" You pulled Luffy's face hard to confirm this fact.

"Devil fruit. After eating it, you can gain certain superpowers. Doesn't it exist in your world?" Ussop asked you after explaining.

"I was only born in an ordinary world that is not as sci-fi as your world." You said about the worldview you lived in before.

"What do you usually do in your world?" Nami asked curiously, sitting next to me.

"It's all about studying and working. I don't have any other hobbies or interests." You told her vaguely.

"So boring..." Luffy said to me with a bored look on his face.

"I feel bored too." You lowered your head whispered.

It is indeed undeniable that your life is boring. Maybe you don’t make friends or participate in outdoor activities. Maybe you are introverted or just weak and incompetent.

You lowered your head clasped the corners of your skirt with your hands remaining silent. You feel so reluctant to let Luffy tell you the truth, but what he said is the truth. You have no reason to deny it.

At this time, there is a sudden gurgling sound in your stomach, which means are hungry. You shyly held your stomach and looked up find Sanji and Luffy smiling, Nami standing behind you putting her hands on your shoulders.

"Sanji, our guest is hungry." Nami said with a smile.

Sanji lit a cigarette, took a puff and exhaled, "No problem!"

Sanji ran away immediately when he heard your hungry voice and Nami's tone. For some reason, everyone was very happy to see Sanji leave, especially Luffy who jumped up and down with Chopper excitedly.

"Hehehe, Sanji is the chef of this ship." Robin said with a smile.

"So that's it." You said with a chuckle.

"That's right! Sanji's cooking skills are top-notch! He's not inferior to the chefs outside!" Ussop tells you excitedly.

"Ussop... I'm curious, do you often lie?" Seeing Ussop's nose reminded of some fairy tale plots.

Ussop quickly stepped back when he heard this, "Why did you say that!"

You smiled told him, "I read a fairy tale book that said that a puppet was born to lie and because of the fairy's spell, his nose would grow when he lied."

Ussop shouted in surprise and thought seriously, "NANIIIIIII, there is such a story! Could it be that I have a long nose because of a fairy casting a spell..."

"It's possible." Chopper came over to gossip.

"Yohohoho, what a funny story." Brook said with a smile.

"It's really strange that skeletons and reindeer can talk. Did you two also eat devil fruits?" You asked curiously.

"Yohohoho, that's right! Are there no skeletons in your world?" Brook asked curiously after laughing.

"Can the reindeer talk?" Chopper asked curiously.

"Skeletons usually only seen on Halloween, but people pretend to be and scare people for candy. I read about reindeer in books. Most of the records are four-legged animals that don't talk." You explain.

"Why do scare people and ask for candy?" Brook tilted his head and asked.

"It's a holiday custom. People dress up as various ghosts and knock on the door from house to house, asking for candy. If they don't give it, they will cause trouble." You said.

"Yohohoho! It's so fun! I want to participate if I have the chance! I have no body but a skeleton body!" Brook raised his hands excitedly to express his happiness.

"What about the cyborg?" Franky asked curiously.

"I've never seen with my own eyes, but I've seen it in science fiction movies." You smiled.

"What is a science fiction movie?" Franky asked, putting his hand on his chin in confusion.

"It's similar to what's shown in TV series." You might make a gesture like drawing a rectangle with your hands.

"What a strange world structure." Franky said with a smile.

Chopper, Brook and Franky excitedly ask you for stories about your world. We all live in different worlds, encounter different things, experience different lives, and live with all kinds of people.

Zoro thought you were suspicious, he stood aside and silently observed your every move. Luffy and Ussop ran to the kitchen to make trouble, while Robin and Nami were listening to what you said.

For the first time, you feel so amazing that you meet a stranger in a strange place. You think each other is weird. After all, the world you grew up in is different, but you feel so at ease with their company.

"Everyone! Food!" Luffy jumped up holding the food in both hands.

"Yahoo! I'm starving!" Ussop happily followed Luffy.

"Hey Luffy! Don't do this! You'll spill the food later!" Sanji held the food and followed Luffy.

"Okay, stop hanging around Yuki. Come over and eat." Nami put her hands on your shoulders and told Chopper, Brook and Franky.

"Bring me the wine." Zoro walked away.

"Let's eat together." Robin smiled and invited you to enjoy it together.

"My new friend Yuki-chwan is here today! I have shown my true skills!" Sanji clenched his fists and said enthusiastically.

You sit at the dining table look at the delicious food placed in front of me. The last time you just ate lunch boxes and snacks from the convenience store, the sumptuous food in front of you was so appetizing.

"Yuki-chwan, please taste it. You can give me a review." Sanji smiled, poured you water and handed you a knife and fork in a gentlemanly manner.

"Okay." You took it from him.

"I caught this fish!" Luffy confidently showed off to you.

It is a different kind of fish from your world, you cut a small piece and stare at it. After taking a deep breath, carefully put it into mouth and chew it slowly and tasting it carefully.

It's different from the fish you usually eat. Although it doesn't suit their food taste, you chew it, swallow it and take a sip of water. Luffy said it was fish but the texture seemed a bit strange when chewed but the taste was delicious.

"How does it taste Yuki-chwan?" Sanji asked with nervous hands shaking.

"Erm...the ecological species of fish are different from mine, so I can't get used to it." You told Sanji your thoughts.

"So it's delicious?" Sanji looks forward to your reply.

"It's delicious! Thank you! Sanji!" You responded to him with a happy smile.

"Yuki-chwannnnnnnn~The most important thing is that it suits your taste~" Sanji jumped up excitedly when he saw your smile spurting nosebleeds.

"Sanji...your nosebleed..." You tried to comfort Sanji but he seemed unable to control it.

"Don't worry, he's always like this." Robin put vegetables into your bowl.

"Thank you Robin." It feels like Robin is like a sister taking care of your diet.

"Yuki, how do you plan to live in the future?" Ussop asked while chewing food.

"I..." You were silent, having no idea after what to do.

"Nah! Do you want to join us for an adventure? It will be fun! Hahahaha!" Luffy said, holding a large piece of fried chicken in his hand and filling his mouth with food.

"Me?" You pointed at yourself.

"We can't let you live on the streets for the rest of your life." Nami said with a smile.

"Yohohoho! Fate has brought us together!" Brook said happily.

"I'm happy to have an extra nakama." Robin chuckled.

"Superrrrrrr~" Franky raised his hand and put the stars on his wrist together.

"Yuki~" Chopper took your hand.

"Then...thank you." You stood up bowed to express your gratitude.

"Yuki-chwan~Welcome~" Sanji was so happy and put a lot of food into your bowl.

You see that the bowl is full of food looks like Sanji is overly excited. But getting along with them is not a bad thing, everyone is very warm to welcome you as a stranger.

"Yuki-chwan, what else do you want to eat? I can get it for you~" Sanji served you considerately.

"Eat more for yourself." You cut a small piece of fish put it into Sanji's bowl.

"Yuki-chwannnnn so gentle~ This piece of fish is so delicious!" Sanji was moved to tears.

You see that Zoro is not at the table and ask Sanji "Zoro, doesn't he eat?"

Sanji frowned sighed helplessly, "Ignore that Marimo."

"Sanji and Zoro don't get along." Robin whispered in your ear.

"So." You finally understood.

Luffy's appetite for food, how big the portion is and how quickly he stuffs all the food into his mouth. You were almost full, but remembered that Zoro hadn't eaten yet, you put some food in the bowl and gave it to him later.

"Yuki-chwan, where are you taking the food?" Sanji asked curiously.

"Zoro hasn't eaten yet, I'll give him some." You stood up and left the table.

"Damn Marimo! Let a girl serve the food!" Sanji shouted angrily.

"You're so noisy Sanji!" Nami yelled at him.

You looked for Zoro with a bowl filled with food, and you saw him sitting and drinking while watching the sea. You slowly approached behind him feeling a strong sense of oppression coming from his back.

His vigilance never slackened from the beginning as he drew his sword pointed it at you. You were so frightened that you stopped quickly because his sword was pointed at you and your legs began to shake.

"What?" Zoro showed a fierce expression.

You were afraid that he would stab you with his sword, but you still swallowed your saliva and said, "...You didn't come to eat. I'll get you some food while Luffy hasn't finished eating, otherwise you'll starve."

He put the sword into scabbard and say "put it there." then continued to drink.

You put the food in his designated place and leave silently. Before leaving, you looked at his back thought for a while. Even if he made you feel scary and powerful, bu still had to say what you should say.

"Zoro...thank you for saving my life." Although he didn't look back , you still bowed to his back to express your gratitude.

"..." He just sat there silently.

"Don't just drink, remember to eat." You reminded him warmly again that the food was just there and left.

After you left, Zoro looked back at the food you put aside. He put down the wine, held the bowl, took a fork and started eating. He gulped down the food in the bowl, burped, put the bowl down and continued drinking.

You came back to the table and saw Robin waving to you "What's wrong?"

"I'll take you to your room." Robin stood up and walked to the room with you.

Robin is really beautiful. She has long black hair, is knowledgeable, and has a slim and tall figure.You couldn't help but keep staring at her, feeling very envious of her figure and you just a short girl.

"Why are you staring at me?" Robin glanced at you.

You panicked and covered your face with your hands, "I don't mean any harm, I just think you're beautiful."

"Hehehe, thank you." Robin chuckled.

You followed Robin to the room opened the door see Sanji and Chopper all well organized and waiting for you to come in. You stepped into the room and saw that although it was just a simple small room better than sleeping on the roadside.

"Thank you very much." You smiled.

Robin pointed to the clothes on the bed, "They are old clothes, if you don't mind."

"Why would I mind! I'm so grateful!" You bowed.

Robin leaned against the door. "Hehehe, is bowing also a custom in your world?"

You put your hand on the back of your head smiled, "It's actually a custom in the country where I live, to express gratitude. Everyone does this even if they pick up things for passers-by."

"I see. There are really rules." Robin chuckled.

"Yuki-chwan~ You don't need to do that here. We are more relaxed here." Sanji lit a cigarette and smiled.

Chopper jumped and raised his hands, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can come to me. I'm a doctor."

You squatted down and said, "Wow, that's awesome, Chopper."

Chopper is shy "Your compliments don't make me happy at all.~"

You looked at the shy Chopper "This is what happens when you are praised..."

Sanji held a cigarette and proudly said, "You can come to me anytime if you are in danger, hungry or need a hug."

"How considerate." You smiled shyly.

Sanji saw you blushing and nose bleeding, "You look so cute when you are shy!"

"Hehehe, let's leave first. See you later." Robin waved and left the room.

Sanji and Chopper followed Robin out of your room. You collapsed onto the soft bed and sighed. After what you have experienced now, you are sure that you are not dead yet, you are in another world.

The world of pirates...it's incredible. How on earth could you be suddenly transported to this world? Is this the so-called world without wonder or the world full of unknowns?

It’s really tiring to have to accept so many weird things all at once. You were about to die but did not die. Instead, you went to another world and almost died but was saved again. You feel exhausted, just closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep.

To Be Continued—

*If you have any ideas leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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z3nitsusgf · 2 years

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Homelander-soulmate angst coming your way! There is nothing better than when a villainous character gets a taste of regret, remorse, and sadness.

I can imagine Homelander going a bit too far one day to keep his soulmate in line one day after a misunderstanding makes it look like they were trying to run. He responds by pushing them back- which has the reader flying across the room. The breath is knocked out of them and they’re unconscious. HL panics as he realizes just how much he loves them (re: relies on them) and doesn’t want them to die. He also is regretful because the reader wasn’t trying to run at all.

They wake up in a hospital bed, and HL is all teary eyed and remorseful - trying to get the reader to forgive him so that they can “move past this.” He goes from not caring what they want or think, to being overly doting. He gets stressed out when he sees the reader doing things for themselves, and insists they should be recovering.

He is also experiencing his own angst at having his soulmate flinch every time he reaches for them. And he’s not sure whether he wants to make them a supe or just take them away from society, in a secret house somewhere.

Reader isn’t sure how long it’s going to last and can’t escape the feeling that there’s something else going on, especially when HL spends a long time talking to their doctor, and Vought scientists.

Bonus points if the reader loses their empathy after the head injury 😈

gripping my hair, this is so &*@^($*(

I was just thinking about what would happen if he accidentally killed his soulmate because let's face it - he hurts you, whether by accident or on purpose. He's unstable, and after Madelyn and Ryan, he just can't help himself. So you know what it's like to have to go to Vought nurses, you know what broken wrists feel like. You know what his burn marks can do, the scarred scorched flesh on your shoulder proves it.

But I do think if a misunderstanding happened he'd be more irritated than anything. Why didn't you just tell him you were going out to get dinner for him? It’s your fault for acting so suspicious, he was only trying to keep you in line - protect you from the real bad guys out there. He didn’t mean to slam you so hard, you’re just so weak - all it takes is a mild-mannered shove and you’re crashing into the glass table. It’s so forceful and powerful you think your lungs cave in on impact. Flashes of him gripping your throat fade into your bleeding mind, but to be honest you don’t remember much from passing out because of the pain.

Of course, when you don’t get up there’s a panicky feeling in his throat. He’s looking down at you and his fingers twitch, why aren’t you getting up? You look so soft, crumpled on the shattered glass and with rings of bruise-shape fingertips on your neck, he can hardly hear your pulse and that makes him want to vomit. But it’s so clear to him when the bag of food rests on the counter, his favorite sitting in the small styrofoam container. His lips tug down and he bites his cheek, you’re so sweet to him even when you shouldn’t be.

He tries to rationalize it in his head after while he sits beside your hospital bed (provided by Vought of course, we can't have the public knowing he battered nearly killed his soulmate). Hands smoothing over his face as he stares at your body, hooked up to wires and IV, he’ll feel that pinch in his chest. I think at that moment he realizes how truly fragile you are. Delicate like a baby bird, brittle bones and paper-thin skin that splits so easily if he applies too much pressure.

When doctors tell him you might not wake, or that you might be scatter-brained from the head injury - he rages. Tearing apart his apartment and flying out into the city to cause havoc. He burns down the restaurant where you got the food. It’s the first time ever he’s ever felt like he could lose.

Homelander acts uncanny when you open your eyes for the first time. Kneeling next to your bed and pressing peppered kisses on your face, he’s muttering things like “You’re okay, I’m here.” and “I thought you weren’t gonna come back to me.” While cupping your face and nuzzling his cheeks to yours. It’s not until he feels you trembling and gasping with unrestrained sobs that he realizes how truly fucked he is.

Your heart is pounding, pulse racing so widely he’s worried you’ll have a heart attack. Not even him shushing you or caressing your face makes it better, in fact you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him. You’re whimpering, “please, please don’t hurt me again.” While salty tears stream down your face, your hands trying to shakily push him back. Homelander usually revels in it, the intoxicating smell of fear. But this time, he’s clenching his jaw at the way you wail and try to climb out of the bed and away from him. He knows exactly what he’s done and it doesn’t feel good this time.

When nurses rush in and gently move him out of the way, he watches as they sedate you. Listening to your pulse slow and your breathing go back to normal. The doctors voice is like static in his head, he doesn’t pay attention to anything she says.

He just hopes you can “move past it” at some point. And if not, that’s alright - he’ll be there for you regardless.

#he’s so horrible I hate him #soyboyantics. 💌#valeries mailbox 📫#homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x reader

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wordsbyrian · 1 year

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Dislocated - Sophia Smith x Reader

Summary: R gets injured during the game and handles it poorly. her girlfriend Sophia is not very happy about it.

A/N: requested by an Anon. And as your author I must let you know that dislocating your shoulder is not a pleasant experience.

It’s official, you hate corner kicks.

Not only do they rarely result in a goal but they also force you, a defensive center midfielder, to be in front of the opposition’s goal. Somewhere you have no business being.

And now, they’ve caused you to dislocate your shoulder in the least fun way you can imagine, by banging it straight into the goalpost.

Of course, this isn’t the first time you’ve dislocated your shoulder, more like 5th or 6th time, but it isn’t one of those things that gets less painful the more you do it. It is, however, the first time you’ve done it in the middle of the game which really, really, sucks.

There is nothing worse than having the entirety of Providence Park staring at you while you pull yourself off the ground, one arm hanging limply, and walk to the trainers on the side with less than two minutes remaining in the first half’s injury time.

You spend most of the halftime break in the treatment room getting your shoulder back where it needs to be and the rest convincing Rhian and the medical team that you’re good to play in the second half.

On one hand, your begging works which means you do indeed get to continue playing. On the other, the successful campaign to stay on the field means that the trainers can’t give you anything stronger than the cold spray before sending you back out.

You don’t manage to see your girlfriend Sophia that entire time but the look she gives you when you trot back onto the field with the rest of the team means nothing but trouble for you.

The second half of the game goes fairly smoothly as far as you’re concerned and you guys manage to hold onto the lead to secure the victory. You do find yourself favoring your injured shoulder and you know that it’s fairly obvious to everybody.

When the final whistle sounds and you shake all of your opponents’ hands, you try to join Sophia in interacting with the fans like you normally do but all she says to you is “Go see George,” before walking away.

“Soph, babe,” you say, jogging to catch up.

“I’m serious Y/N, go have George and the rest of the training staff look at your shoulder.”

Her voice is frosty and before you know it she’s walking away from you.

Deciding to just give her the space that she clearly needs, you shake your head and head down the tunnel to the treatment room.

“George,” you call out, opening the door, “What do I have to do for you to tell Sophia I’m fine and to stop worrying.”

To his credit, George, the head trainer, doesn’t even flinch when you barge in like that anymore, he doesn’t even look up from the paperwork he’s filling out.

“Take a shower, come back and let me have another look,” he says.

“Bet.”

Running back to the locker room, you take a quick shower and gather your stuff before heading back to the trainers.

As you sit on the table and watch George poke and prod at your shoulder, you can already tell that while it’s bad, it’s not nearly as bad as it could be.

“Alright, Y/N good news is you likely won’t need surgery but we won’t know until the bruising goes down,” he says, taping your shoulder.

“Bad news is you’re gonna be out and in a sling for a few weeks.”

Groaning you let him finish doing his job before putting on your shirt and the sling and heading off to find your girlfriend.

You don’t spend too much time looking for her, as you come across both her and Crystal waiting by the door that leads to the parking lot.

In what is probably going to go down as the worst decision you’ve made today, you choose not to say anything and instead just use your good hand to reach for your bag that Sophia is holding.

“Uh, no,” Sophia says, taking a step back and away from you, “And while we’re at it give me the car keys.”

“Babe, I can carry my bag, I’ve still got one working arm,” you say, not bothering to fight her on the car keys, placing them in her open palm. But you do reach for your bag again, getting frustrated when she takes another step back. “Seriously Sophia?”

She doesn’t say anything, readjusting the bags on her shoulder and heading out the door and into the parking lot.

Looking at Crystal, you just see her shaking her head and following Sophia out the door, you behind her.

For the most part, the parking lot is empty and you’re glad because, at the very least, you won’t be subject to the embarrassment of having your whole team watch your girlfriend ignore you.

After saying your goodbyes to Crystal and asking her to say ‘wassup’ to Marcel for you, you and Sophia climb into your car and begin your silent ride home.

And it is truly a silent ride as she refuses to speak to you.

Even once you make it back to your apartment, she just goes about getting ready for bed without saying anything to you.

You try to do the same and give her space to cool down but eventually, you have the dilemma of attempting to take off the long sleeve shirt you were dumb enough to put on.

Wandering towards the kitchen you stop in the doorway when you see her filling the dog’s bowls.

“Are you just going to stand there staring or do you need something,” Sophia says, standing up to wash her hands.

You mumble out what you’re trying to tell her, cheeks heating up at the predicament you find yourself in.

She starts to say something but turns around and sees you standing there with half your shirt bunched up around your neck, bad arm held close to your body.

“Oh, baby,” she says, making her way to you, “why didn’t you just say that you need some help?”

Biting your lip, you stay silent allowing her to maneuver your shirt over your head and carefully down your arm. When she lets out a gasp at the sight of your bruises peeking out from under the wrap, you turn your head, face getting inexplicably hotter.

“It looks worse than it is,” you say, still not looking at her.

“You shouldn’t have come back into the game and you know it Y/N/N.”

“I didn’t think it would be bad enough to keep me out for more than a week,” you say in an attempt to explain.

“That doesn’t matter,” she exclaims, tossing your shirt onto the counter. “Do you know how scary it was to watch you run into that post and then walk off without saying anything to anyone, your arm dangling only for you to come back and try to act like nothing happened?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, but she’s on a roll and has taken to pacing while continuing to rant.

“You always do this and it fucking sucks because one day you might get seriously hurt but ignore and where will that leave me?”

“I know and I’m sorry,” you say again.

“Damn right you’re sorry. Wait what?”

“I’m trying to apologize for scaring you and being an inconsiderate idiot, if you’ll let me,” you explain, pulling her into a hug with your good arm. “I’m still not used to having people care about every dumb decision I make and I want to do better in the future because you deserve better than having to put up with my shit.”

She mumbles something into the side of your neck before placing a light kiss there, and you don’t need to hear her to know that you’ve been forgiven.

“Wanna go lay in bed and watch Love Island while I pretend to not pay attention,” you ask when she pulls away.

She doesn’t bother answering you, simply grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and trotting off back to your shared bedroom, so naturally, you follow her.

It takes the two of you a while but eventually, you find a position that’s comfortable enough for the two of you to fall asleep in and you both know that you won’t get through much more than an episode or two.

As the first episode draws to a close, you can’t help but look down at Sophia who is currently doing her best impression of a koala with the way she’s so fully wrapped herself around one side of your body.

“Hey Soph, you know I love you, right?”

“I love you too, even when you’re a jerk,” she says, moving her head slightly to look at you.

You lean over pressing a kiss to her lips, sighing happily when she returns it.

It gets heated pretty quickly but as you begin to run your hand up the inside of her shirt, she pulls away causing you to whine a bit.

“Soph, come back.”

“Nice try, Y/N/N.”

“I’m not trying anything,” you say, not very convincingly considering your hand is still up her shirt.

This of course causes her to shoot you look best described as unimpressed, so you pull your hand out and wrap it back around her shoulders.

“So explain to me again why all these women are fighting over these dudes that are carbon copies of each other?”

#sophia smith imagine #sophia smith x reader #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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I Can Never Show My Face Again

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You kept your feelings hidden for Leclerc but after drinking a little too much at the season opening gala you make a complete fool of yourself.

Requested by anon: Heeey! Could you write an image with Charles where the reader tries to seduce him and everything goes wrong (she falls from the bad or accidentally hurt him idk) thank u

“How drunk is she?” Charles asked, not taking his eyes off you as you stumbled over to the bar, leaning against the marble countertop as you held your finger up at the bar tender. He couldn’t help but be concerned about your current state, this wasn’t like you at all.

“Mate, she’s pissed.” Daniel laughed, slapping his hand on Charles' back. “Not seen this side of her for a while.”

“Should we stop her?”

“Nope,” Daniel said, shaking his head. “I mean you can try but it won’t end well, she will stop on her own accord soon either she will sneak off to go puke or she will pass out first. It’s always the same when she gets this drunk.”

Charles narrowed his eyes, not liking the sound of either option. He couldn’t just stand around doing nothing whilst you kept knocking the shots back.

“If she punches you then that’s not my fault, I warned you.” Daniel nodded, watching as Charles slipped into the crowd without responding.

Leaning against the bar you squinted trying to keep the double vision at bay but it wasn’t working. You knew it was a bad idea getting this drunk at a work event. All eyes would be on you and not in a positive way. Something inside of you snapped and you were planning on telling Charles how you really felt but after a couple of shots for Dutch courage it turned into 3 which turned into your current state.

A hand landed on your shoulders, causing you to sigh the feeling of sparks erupting through your skin told you exactly who was standing behind you.

“Charliiieeee.” You giggled.

Charles smiled at the name, he hated being called Charlie but for some reason he didn’t mind you calling it him. He would never let anyone else call him that, just you.

As you spun around on your heels, you lost your footing causing you to stumble. Luckily Charles quickly caught you before you hit the floor. “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” You giggled, resting your hand on his cheek.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” He said, helping you upright but keeping his hands firmly planted on your hips keeping you stable. However he couldn’t help but slowly run his thumbs over the exposed skin from the cut out dress.

“Not had enough.” You slurred, poking your tongue out at him.

Charles looked over your shoulder gaining the bar tenders attention. “Ne lui servez plus d'alcool, elle en a déjà trop bu. Puis-je avoir une bouteille d'eau s'il vous plaît ? (Do not serve her any more alcohol, she has had too much already. Can I have a bottle of water please?)”

No matter how many times you heard him speak in this mother tongue it always made you weak at the knees.

“Fuck, you sound sexy when you speak French.” You purred, running your hands up and down his torso. “No idea what you just said but it sounded sexy.”

A chuckle escaped Charles’ lips as he reached over taking the bottle of water. Slowly he started guiding you through the crowd of people until he reached the booth Ricciardo, Sainz and Gasly were sitting at. All of them shooting questioning looks.

Charles tried to get you to sit down but you were putting up a fight. In turn you managed to push Charles down on the couch smirking as he looked up at you. Hitching your dress up slightly you thought it would be a good idea to straddle in front of your friends and co-workers.

You only managed to get one knee on the couch before you made a complete fool of yourself. Lifting your other knee up you thought you had landed on the couch but from the pain that etched across Charles’ face you quickly realised that you had kneed him straight in the balls.

Embarrassment washed over you as you quickly jumped backwards knocking all of the glass off the table causing them to smash on the floor gaining everyone’s attention.

Carlos immediately jumped to his feet wrapping his arms around you so you didn’t fall and land in the glass. Hiding your face in his chest, you didn’t want to face anyone after making an utter fool out of yourself.

“I will take her back to my hotel room, it’s closer than hers.” Carlos said to the guys.

“Think that might be wise.” Daniel nodded.

The walk through the room was a walk of shame, your boss shook his head at you as you passed him making you drop your gaze to the floor not wanting to make any more eye contact with anyone. If anything the whole incident had sobered you up a little.

Once you reached the elevator you sighed heavily hiding your head in your hands.

“I fucked up.” You mumbled to Carlos. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise to me.” He said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder squeezing softly. “Let’s just get you back up to my room and talk about this tomorrow no think the best thing for you to do is sleep it off.”

“I don’t know what came over me, it was only meant to be a couple of shots to give me courage to approach Charles.”

“Well, love and crushes make us do stupid things and sometimes we have to live with the consequences.” He hummed, as you stepped into the elevator.

The sunlight started to creep into the room causing you to groan, pulling the duvet over your head. You didn’t even try to open your eyes, the pounding in your head told you everything you needed to know.

You were hanging out your arse.

Running your hands over your face you sighed heavily as memories of the end of your night flashed through your mind. How could you be so stupid getting that drunk?

It was now time for some major damage control, not only with Charles but with your boss as well. Dread instantly filled you as you thought about how that conversation would go. It wasn’t going to the the stranded ‘you fucked up talk’. This would be a full blown lecture, profanities screamed at each other and a raging argument the whole of the team would hear. The downside of working with your Dad, you were too much alike so when you squared up to each other people tended to run in the opposite direction.

The thought of that and Charles was enough to make your stomach churn. Launching yourself out of the bed you rushed across to the bathroom, dropping to your knees and just making it in time before you emptied the contents of your stomach.

Carlos quickly appeared in the bathroom, pulling the hair band off your wrist before pulling your hair into a loose ponytail.

“I’m never drinking again.” You groaned, taking a small sip of the water he had brought.

“You say that now,” he chuckled, knowing exactly how you would be. “I’ve known you for too long now.”

“I mean it.” You huffed, running your hands over your face.

“Whatever you say.” He nodded, crouching down resting his hand on your knee. “Me and the guys are going out for breakfast soon, you think you can manage that?”

Silence filled the room, that was until your stomach growled at the mention of food. You hadn’t eaten since yesterday lunch time and even then it was half a sandwich.

Without thinking you agreed to go forgetting that he said the guys were going as well.

“Come on then, get yourself cleaned up and dressed, I ran to your room this morning and brought you some clothes and trainers and I’ve put one of my hoodies out for you as well.” Carlos hummed, helping you to your feet.

“You are a good friend.” You smiled, giving him a quick hug before you turned to sort your face out.

After half an hour you were walking back through Carlos’ hotel room taking deep breaths as you neared the living area. The sound of Charles talking in French caused your heart to race. How could you show your face around him after last night?

Fiddling with the sleeves of what you thought was Carlos’ hoodie you froze realising that it didn’t smell like your best friend. You should have known the moment you pulled the hoodie over your head and the smell was intoxicating. This wasn’t Carlos’ this was Charles’. Scurrying to the mirror you needed to confirm for sure by seeing the number on the hoodie. The white number 16 was staring you back in the face.

You were going to kill Carlos.

It was time to face the music no matter how much you wanted the earth to swallow you up right now. Taking a deep breath you walked into the living area. All eyes were all on you as you b-lined to the coffee maker.

Charles smirked when he realised you were wearing his hoodie. He knew Carlos would have had something to do with that but he couldn’t hide the fact that his heart swelled at the sight.

“How’s the head?” He asked, appearing next to you.

“Like I have a baby elephant stomping around.” You winced, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, trying to shield them from the bright light of the hotel room.

“I’ve never seen you that drunk before.” He said softly, placing his hand over yours. Once again sparks shot through your body at the contact reminding you just how much of a fool you made of yourself last night. “I was worried.”

“Yeah about last night.” You mumbled, not daring to look away from the coffee machine. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t myself.”

“Hey,” he whispered, placing his fingers under your chin tilting your head so you were looking at him through the sunglasses. He slowly removed the glasses so he could see your eyes. “It’s okay, No lasting injuries but I’m more concerned about you. What’s going on? You know you can talk to me right?”

You couldn’t take this, it was too much for you. The coffee machine beeped signalling it had finished brewing, taking a step away from Charles you pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes before grabbing one of the Ferrari travel mugs to make your coffee in.

“Can we just drop the subject?” You huffed, focusing on the mug. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Charles was taken back by your snappiness, something was going on with you and he wasn’t going to stop until he had found out what it was.

Staring at your nails as you sat in your dad’s office, you were only doing it to piss him off and it was working.

“I promised your mum that I would keep you out of trouble and what do you do?” He snaps, “you make a complete ass of yourself at the opening gala, landing yourself all over the papers all because you were chasing some tail.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you finally looked up to be met by the angry face of your father, Christian Horner.

“Doesn’t affect Redbull though, does it?” You shrugged, knowing it was like waving a red flag to a bull.

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear those words come out of your mouth.” He scoffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look kiddo, I get it you have some stupid little crush on Leclerc but you gotta be sensible about it. You are in the limelight, especially being my daughter.”

“You have no idea, it’s more than a crush,” you muttered hoping he didn’t hear you but you knew he did by the knowing look on his face. “Can I go now?” You said with no emotion in your voice. “I’m nursing a hangover from hell and this is making my headache worse.”

“Go sleep it off.” Dad nodded, running his hand over his face. “But just so you know this isn’t over.”

“Never is.” You mumbled, pushing yourself to your feet.

“Just a piece of advice from your old man.” He said softly, relaxing his expression. “If you really like Leclerc and think you can make it work, stop hiding your feelings. Just tell him. If you don’t want this crush to get out then you might want to avoid wearing his hoodies.” He said with a small smirk. “And please no more drinking yourself into oblivion.”

Half smiling at him you quickly slipped out of the room, taking a deep breath as your head was still spinning. Pulling your sunglasses back over your eyes you ignored everyone and made your way outside. Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you pulled it out seeing a text from Charles.

New message from CL16🏎 - we need to talk, meet me at the coffee shop near the hotel.

Your stomach churned as you read the message, this couldn’t be good. You knew he wanted to talk about last night but the way the text was worded he didn’t sound happy.

Message to CL16🏎 - Be there in 5.

Pulling the hood of Charles’ over your head you held your hand over the side of your face, ignoring the paparazzi and the questions they were shouting. Scurrying to your car you quickly slumped into the drivers seat, resting your head in your hands. You knew you shouldn’t have been driving with how shit you felt but right now you didn’t care.

The drive to the coffee shop was quick, there was hardly any traffic on the road. The moment you saw Charles through the window your heart started to race, somehow you managed to park the car before heading into the shop.

Your heart melted as you saw he had already ordered the coffees, in the middle of the table were two take away cups. One iced coffee with what looked like caramel sauce drizzled on the inside of the cup and his takeaway cup.

Letting out a shaky breath you flashed him a small smile as you sat down, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“You said you wanted to talk?” You mumbled, pulling your coffee towards you, biting on the plastic straw.

“About last night.” He said softly, resting his hand over yours. “I know you probably want to forget it even happened but we can’t pretend it didn’t. I’m not leaving here until we have cleared the air because there is this awkward tension hanging over us now and I don’t like it.”

Finally you looked up at him, feeling yourself starting to get lost in his eyes.

“I got drunk,” you mumbled. “There’s nothing more to talk about, Charlie.”

His lips tugged into a smile at the sound of the name.

“We both know it’s more than you getting drunk.” He hummed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Do you feel it too?”

“Feel what?” You asked, the words practically choked you and you just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“The sparks, the connection we have.” He smiled, watching as you raised your brow at him. “I feel it every time I’m around you. Suddenly all the love songs are about you, I guess what I’m trying to say Y/N is I’m falling for you in ways I can’t begin to describe and I’m falling hard.” Tears glistened in his eyes as he spoke. “The first time I realised this was at the Christmas party a few years ago, you were wearing a dorky Christmas costume when everyone else was in suits and gowns but you dared to be different.”

A smile appeared on your face at the memory and your heart had practically stopped beating with his words. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

“I love the fact you call me Charlie, the way your smile lights up any room and your little goofy celebration dances you do.” He beamed, gently squeezing your hand.

It was the first time you had been lost for words. Tears threatened to spill over your lash line as you pulled your sunglasses to the top of your head.

“Please say something.” He whispered, trying to read your reaction.

A smile graced your face as you placed your other hand on the side of his face, feeling him nuzzle into your touch as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Charlie, feel the exact same way.” You whispered, watching his eyes light up at your admission. “That’s why I acted the way I did last night, I embarrassed myself because I was trying to seduce you and ended up kneeing you in the balls.”

“I’m okay, no lasting damage.” He chuckled, opening his eyes, taking in your expression. “So what do you say, shall we see where this goes?”

“Oh I know where this is going.” You smirked.

“And where’s that?” He questioned raising his brow at you.

“It’s going to be the greatest love story in history.”

A week had now passed since you and Charles confessed your feelings to each other. However you missed the race due to being ill from catching a stomach bug. Watching his face flash up on your phone made you smile. Hitting answer on FaceTime you propped yourself up in bed.

“How you feeling?” He asked as he wandered around the garage.

“Like shit.” You whined, sipping your drink. “Wish I could be trackside.”

“You need to rest,” he nodded, coming to a stop with the flash of red from his car visible on the screen.

“You are just as bad as my Dad, I’ve stopped puking now.” You shrugged, as a yawn escaped your lips.

“But you haven’t been sleeping so I’m with your dad on this one, you need to catch up on sleep, let your body recover.”

“Urgh fine.” You huffed with a smile on your face. “You better win this race though.”

“Only if you promise me you will sleep.” He hummed.

“Okay, okay I will take a nap now but you better let me know your position as soon as you finish qualifying.” You whispered, feeling your eyes getting heavier as you spoke.

“Of course, I don’t want you finding out any other way.” He winked, lifting the camera up to give you a view of him and the car. “Now get some sleep.”

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