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sparklingsjy · 2 years

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enhypen's reaction to you wearing revealing clothes and other members checking you out

note: requested by anon!

contains: suggestive (hyung line) and tiny bit of smut (sunghoon), these big babies have jealousy issues, mentions of getting drunk and niki threatening his hyung LOL

heeseung:

first off he LOVES when you wear revealing clothes

heeseung loves admiring your body so whenever you show it off, he's your number one hype man

unfortunately he does get possessive once he notices jake checking you out

"y/n you are looking GOOD"

"watch your mouth jake"

"yes sir!"

he knows jake means no harm but once you dress to impress, he has to remind EVERYONE that you belong to him <3

. . . . which means a long night of seeing stars and the members teasing you guys for being loud :')

jay:

you're funny if you think he's going to let you be with the members for 5 minutes in a two piece skintight black dress

his girlfriend in revealing clothes near his members is already a sign to run

once jay sees you WHEW you better cancel your plans tomorrow cause you will NOT be walking straight

"trying to show off what's mine? hm?"

you are in for a night of aggressive make outs (and more) but the after care is AMAZING

i love jay sm can he be mine already

jake:

he's so down bad

this man genuinely cannot believe you're his when he sees you in a short silky red dress

he caresses your curves and gives you kisses all over until he hears sunoo and jungwon complimenting you

"how did jake get so lucky with y/n..."

"she looks so pretty"

"do i always have to remind you guys that she's with ME? keep your compliments to yourself!"

once he takes you to his room he gets all pouty bc he's a big baby who gets jealous quick and wants reassurance LOL

sunghoon:

"yo sunghoon y/n is looking hot tonight"

"can i take her upstairs with me?"

jay and niki LOVE pushing hoon's limits

maybe it was a mistake wearing a very revealing dress to heeseung's party

but did you care when hoon had you bent over in front of the mirror in the guest room? nah!

yes he's a shy boyfriend but this man WILL claim you if you test him

"you looked so pretty tonight baby" "only i can see you like that" "you dressed like that for me, right?"

hoon will leave you looking like a mess and covered in hickies

but only he'll be the only one seeing them so i guess it's worth it at the end :>

sunoo:

you wearing a tiny pink dress is what lead you to being showered in compliments by sunoo

"y/n you look like a princess!" "i'm so lucky to have you"

sunoo is so cautious with you and makes sure you're comfortable :(

"are you sure you want to go out like this? i'm happy you wore this for me but i want you to be comfortable too!"

however, you dressing like that had jay and heeseung's eyes on you

"sunoo you should share y/n with us"

"yeahh she looks so pretty! how did she fall for you?"

"maybe because i'm the only normal one in this group . . . and better looking"

jungwon:

wonnie is used to you wearing revealing clothes when going out at night with your friends

but he's not used to the teasing that comes from his members yet, especially sunghoon

"jungwon you're a brave man for letting her go out looking all sexy"

of course, wonnie was already staring daggers at sunghoon once he noticed him checking you out

"she knows who she belongs to so quit watching her every move hyung"

before you leave the house, he's telling you to not fall for another guy and if anyone tries to bother her, he's outside waiting to pick her up

jungwon trusts you that you'll make the right decisions and will help you get ready for bed once you guys return <3

even if it means causing a ruckus because of how drunk you got LOL

niki:

you and niki both love fashion so it's not a surprise that you're wearing the tiniest clothes in existence for a photoshoot

niki and his members went to support you but they ended up drooling over you instead

"stop drooling over someone you can't have"

"you're lucky she's even with you when i exist"

"you're lucky i haven't laid my hands on you jake"

"niki! he's older than you, be nice"

"he's drooling over my girl!"

he gets feisty when his members tease him over you LMFAO

but then again, seeing you dressed like that just made him love you even more

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cactuscoolerr · 10 months

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⋆｡˚. isagi yoichi - my roommates hot girlfriend

isagi is a loser virgin that wants to fuck his roommates girl (nsfw)

isagi whimpered at the feeling of his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. he was so sensitive that the warm water from his shower hitting the tip of his cock was almost enough to make him cum.

“fuck,” he breathed out shakily after slowly stroking himself up to his tip and back down to the base of his cock.

the thought of you coming over made him hard. it wasn’t like you were even coming over for him either. you, the gorgeous girl that he often studied with in the library, were coming over for rin- your long term boyfriend.

isagi had first met you a few days after moving into the apartment with rin and bachira. he was surprised to see a girl in his kitchen, and even more surprised when you immediately went to cling onto rin when he entered the room. even bachira was surprised when you happily told them rin was your boyfriend while rin rolled his eyes, but still looked down at you with a certain fondness in his eyes.

and he was happy for the two of you. of course he was. rin was one of his closest friends and you- fuck, you were so beautiful and isagi couldn’t help but think that you deserved the best.

overtime, isagi slowly but surely lost that mindset in a way. yeah, he still believed that you deserved the best, but he began to believe that rin wasn’t the best for you. sure, you seemed incredibly happy and rin never treated you the same cruel way he treated everyone else, but isagi wholeheartedly believed that he was what would be best for you. fuck, he needed to be what was best for you.

he could treat you so much better than rin could. he knew that for a fact.

he could make you moan so much louder than what he could hear when you stayed overnight. he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that his and rin’s room shared a wall. because he could hear your moans and sweet sounding whines so perfectly, giving him the perfect opportunity to stroke his cock perfectly with the sounds of skin slapping on skin. but then, he’d look at you the day after, and want to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck his cock into your soaked pussy. show you that he was so much better than rin.

isagi even felt hatred for rin at some point, and then he knew that whatever he had going on wasn’t healthy or good.

that was until he felt your hand graze his cock for the first time ever. he had looked at you with widened eyes but with your lack of reaction, he assumed that it was on accident. nothing to get excited about, right? still, isagi had to quickly leave towards the bathroom and fuck his fist to the thought of you, trying his best to keep down his whimpered moans and soft calls of your name.

just the thought of having his cock inside of a slick pussy for the first time had him close to cumming. then, he thought of being inside of your pussy, losing his virginity to you. with a loud whine, isagi came into his hand before quickly slapping his hand over his face.

after calming down, isagi washed his hands, thinking he was in the clear until he opened the door. he had met rin’s gaze, his eyes squinted slightly and slight disgust held in his gaze on his friend. he didn’t say anything, just walking away and making his way towards you with a changed look of happiness in his eyes.

and now, you were on your way, likely already almost at the apartment while isagi was in the shower with his cock in his hands and you on his mind.

he hoped that you would stay the night so rin would fuck you the way he always did. maybe it was weird to wish that the girl he was obsessed with would have another man’s cock fucking into her, but it gave him just the right noises to imagine that it was his cock that you were bouncing on as you took his virginity.

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Forgiven not Forgotten | Part 3

Steve shared his shower with Robin.

He did for two years, watched her six while she watched his, there were no boundaries between them now.

At first, perhaps there’d been a quiet “don’t look at my boobs” from Robin, with Steve firing back “don’t look at my dick” which earned a very much expected “why would I look at your dick, Steve?” They’d fire quips back and forth until they were clean and ready to go. It was rare in the aftermath of the earthquake that they got showers, water had run out so quickly.

People assumed it was burst pipes.

It wasn’t. The government had cut them off. Barricaded them in, would have probably nuked the place or something had Eleven not been a continual menace to the military presence that lingered for the first year. Couldn’t get shit within half a mile of her without it being redirected elsewhere. They were still in there, they were still fighting.

They weren’t going down without taking that walking nightmare of a thing with them.

Steve still shared his shower with Robin.

Even at the house, the comforts of modern society feeling foreign, hot water burned for a moment, but in a way that seeped into their bones leaving them loose limbed and floaty, in a way that left them lightheaded when they stepped out, but laughing at the absurdity of how they never thought they’d forget what hot water felt like.

His parents weren’t kidding about the food either, after showers were had and clothes were changed, a feast of quick bite foods were laid out onto the modest kitchen table. Finger sandwiches that his mother seemed to be making at rapid speed, cocktail sausages, cheese, things they could grab and snack on quick.

It struck Steve a little stupid for a moment, just watching his mother there, two completely unrelated young adults stuffing their faces while his mother worked diligently to feed them.

It'd been a long time since he’d seen his mother doing anything in the kitchen. A long time since she’d been anywhere but following his father around, attempting to catch him in the act of adultery.

“Best grab something quick, kids, we’re meeting Harold at the hospital in an hour.”

“Harold?” Why did that name sound familiar? Robin didn’t question it like Steve did, content to hurry into a spot not occupied to gorge herself on finger foods to leave Steve running the name over in his head on his own. Groaning in delight over the cucumber sandwiches. Such simple things. She’d never take cucumber for granted ever again.

“Closest lawyer we have on the books thats any use, your father is in the living room on the phone with him now, he’s commuting from Indianapolis to meet us there.” Once again he found himself shocked. Who were these people?

“You’re actually…” they were actually going to help? Don’t question it, don’t question it, it’d just go away if he questioned it, just— “I’m sorry, but you’re actually going to help?”

Lynda paused in her sandwich spree, those gorging themselves on finger foods already prepared pausing momentarily as the atmosphere thickened with that one question. He didn’t believe it. Not for one second, he hadn’t believed that his parents would actually help. He’d just put the kids into the car because he knew it was better than staying at that hospital.

He knew a break from the sterile white walls, a break from the crying families, from the loss and pain around them, he knew a break from it would do the kids good.

“Robin… would you… would you take over for a moment, please?”

“Huh?” Robin startled, eyes darting to Lynda, before she stumbled out of her seat to take Lynda’s place “s-sure, yeah, got it.”

“Come with me, Steven.” She untied the apron from around her waist and hung it on a small hook by the door as she walked by, wordlessly, with the kids eyes on his back, he followed her out of the kitchen, out of the back door, into the spacious back yard where she stopped on the decking, her arms wrapped around her torso, fingers clutching her own biceps as she just. Looked out into the garden.

He closed the back door behind him.

“What’s going on, mom?” He half expected to be berated, how could he question her in front of people, make her look bad as though she wouldn’t help. How dare he allude to the idea that she wasn’t the perfect parent around people. What would they think?!

That wasn’t what he got. “…Do you remember when you were small?” He frowned a little, expression scrunching in confusion, she let out a soft huff of sad, short laughter at his lack of an answer. “No, I suppose you might not. Steven… we lost you. Your father and I. We didn’t mean to, but we did. There’s no excuse for it, nothing I say here can excuse letting my son disappear, so many should haves, could haves, and would haves. I could say we were young, stupid, didn’t have experience with a child to know what to do, but… it was as though one minute you were there, our bright, perfect little ball of sunshine, and the next…” she shook her head “you weren’t there anymore. Or you were, you were there, but— but that sunshine was gone. And we didn’t try to get you back. We didn't know where to begin looking, so we didn't.”

Steve swallowed hard, eyes diverting to the ground, that… wasn’t what he expected at all. He remained silent. Jaw clenched tight. He remembered. Of course he remembered. Remembered feeling wrong. Feeling dirty, gross, feeling… unclean.

Feeling like his parents had betrayed him by letting him be himself. By not nipping what people deemed wrong in the bud before it’d had chance to bloom.

For setting him up for heartbreak.

It wasn’t their fault. None of it was their fault. Time had just moved too quickly to fix what one stupid boy had so carelessly broken in him.

“Like I said, there’s no excuse… there’s nothing I can say that’d make up for letting you suffer like that, letting you suffer on your own instead of just… being there for you. Or trying harder to be there when I could have been, when your father and I could have been, I spent so long chasing him thinking… it doesn’t matter what I thought. It was stupid. I let stupid people feed my own stupid insecurities. But… we promised… we made a promise when we moved here, that if you came home… we’d try.”

“You’d try?” He failed to keep the waver out of his voice, she turned to look at him, a sadness in her gaze that seemed endless.

“To be there, in any way we could be, to stop just leaving you, to try and understand. I know it’s a little late to be your parents at this point, Steven… we missed you growing up, and now you’re grown, and the things you’ve been though… you don’t need us telling you how to live your life. We missed that chance to be impossibly overbearing and that’s entirely on us. But we still want you to know that we’re here… we’re not leaving you alone anymore. So, whatever you need… be it a roof over your head, a meal, or… or getting your friend out of a tight situation with the law then… we’re here. We’re going to help, and we’ll use every resource we have to do it.”

What did one say to that? How could he speak without his voice breaking? Without all those bubbling feelings overflowing? She was right, time had passed, too much had passed to simply ignore, and old wounds would always be there until he figured out a way to close them.

He never claimed to be emotionally mature. In fact he was usually pretty useless when it came to emotions.

Always feeling too much, never knowing how to control it.

So he breathed in sharply through his nose, and turned his head, swallowing harshly, jaw clenched, eyes stinging as he blinked away the water rapidly gathering, and he nodded. Nodded as she uttered a quiet “oh sweetheart” and crossed the short distance between them to wrap him up in her arms, wrapped his own arms around her and simply held on tight.

“Steven, your—” John cut into the moment unintentionally as he walked out into the back garden, but it didn’t break them apart, he offered a small smile to the two of them after taking the sight in, holding the wireless handset in his hand “It’s Nancy, she says the doctors are bringing Eddie out of his coma, she says they’ll wait for us, but we should head out. Harold will probably be there by the time we arrive too.”

“Right… right, okay” he wiped the side of his palm over his eyes, dragging the dampness away. He released a shaky breath, and then let his mother go. “Alright.” Time to face the man of the hour.

Part 5

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 1 year

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JJ’S NSFW Alphabet

Note: HOLY SHIT! I finally wrote this!? I hope you enjoy reading!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It will never not amaze you to see the way he switches from breaking you in the best way to fixing you right back up. JJ makes sure there’s a filled “emotional support” water bottle nearby. Instead of leaving you, for even just for a few seconds, he brings you to the bathroom to cleanup. He plays a Spotify playlist while sharing a shower, but the playlist is based on which mood you’re in. If you are still a little hazy, he plays the slow songs but if you’re smiling while trying to start something while running the soap over his body, he plays throwback songs and you two spend the time underneath the shower head singing and dancing around each other. He puts you in his clothing afterwards and when you two are cuddling, you either snack on something while scrolling on social media (stopping to show the other one something), watch something on the tv but when that happens, it’s mostly background noise and you two slowly fall asleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair is his favorite part of his body. It’s easy for him to come down from a panic attack with a pull of his hair. He loves the feel of the wind going through the strands with the car windows down. The smell of the ocean makes him feel safe but the hot shower after getting it out of his hair makes him feel so much better and comfortable. He thought about cutting it since some pieces were getting longer and getting in his eyes, but he left it alone when you pointed out that you wouldn’t have anything to hold on to as he eats you out. He loves feeling your reaction (the tug to come closer when he pulls away, the pulling that you don’t notice doing as he licks up your wetness over and over again) as he does it too much to lose the ability to so he starts borrowing your hair ties. Seeing him playing with one on his writ while looking at you with a smirk makes you feel some type of way. Just like the way he loves your thighs. He loves to put his head on top of your lap and wraps his arm around them, keeping you there as he relaxes. His rings leave goosebumps when he runs his hands up and down your legs but then grips onto your thighs to throw your legs over his shoulder. He kisses the bruises left over on your thighs. He used them as hand warmers once by putting his hands between them but then thought out loud, “We have never done cock warming before…”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)

His eyes nearly rolled back to his head when he noticed all the cum dripping out of you and onto your underwear. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” It becomes a game for him to see how much wet your underwear can get. He does get you new pairs, but they don’t last long.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are hints of his daddy kink that he hasn’t told you about: “you like that, baby girl? Tell me how much.” “You can take it. Take what I give you.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they what they’re doing?)

JJ is a flit with everyone. When you started fliting back, you thought that would it. Instead of hooking up with someone at the bonfire, something that you have watch him done many times before, he pulled you away from the conversation from another guy and dragged you inside. “don’t play dumb, y/n. I finally have you and I won’t let you go unless you tell me to. Even then that will be difficult for me since I have been waiting for so long. All the others could tell I just wanted you but if you don’t believe me, let me show me what I did while thinking of you.” And oh boy, does he! You won’t let him go. Instead, you make a mental list of things you want to try with him.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

69. Feeling your moan vibrate around his dick in your mouth makes him spread your ass further apart to lick your pussy as he fingers you. He will stretch his arm and hand towards your face so he can show you how you’re cum covers his rings. Your hand around his dick squeezes and both of you groan in pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious about wanting to make you feel good, but he is a nature funny guy so when he says things like, “I want your thighs to squeeze my head like a watermelon” it makes you giggle but he gives you a blank look and shows you he isn’t kidding.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He shaves down there but it doesn’t bother him if you don’t.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He will lift you on top of his dresser and step into your legs to kiss you slowly, finger underneath your chin to look you in the eyes, “wrap your legs around me. I can’t decide if I want to carry you to my bed or fuck you right now. I think I will do both. How does that sound, baby?” He takes his time to make sure you’re okay, kisses all over your face after your first orgasm but you will scream in delight when he throws you on the bed and crawls over you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

He tells you to do not be shy with all your pretty sounds you make, just let it all out. He will masturbate to the thoughts of how you sounded later.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage. He will use one of his headbands scarfs as a knot. Katoptronphila. He enjoys watching you both in the mirror as you two fuck.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The boat. He will take you on the boat for an entire day to have you in anyway he wants: Holding onto the railing as he fucks you from behind. Reverse cowgirl as he sits on the chair behind the wheel. Fucking you in the water with your back against the boat.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing each other until one of you breaks. He loves how strong you try to act but he knows how fast you can break underneath him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A threesome. He does not want to share you.

0 = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He sometimes fucks your throat as you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, but he enjoys watching you go on your knees in front of him just as much. He knows that you love sitting on his face, but he wants to see your face so he will pull you down on the bed to lay down with your legs over his shoulder as he continues to make you try to come with just his tongue with eye contact.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

He’s both. He loves switching the tempo when you start showing the signs that you’re ready to come since it turns him on so much to see how well you react to him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex,how often, etc)

He will never get enough of you and cannot keep his hands off you so quickies are common but so is him telling you there’s more to look towards for later. You keep him on his toes too though with a quick handjob before he goes to work.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will fuck you against the bathroom counter with other people in the house. “Look at you,” he pulls your hair to make you look in the mirror, “trying to be quiet. No one will see you like this, sweetheart but me.” You will ride him in the back of the van and he will make a comment that someone can easily drive past and see how much it’s shaking.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Two at most but three if he thinks you need more to understand you’re his and not the guy he noticed looking at you for a little bit too long.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

When he found your toys, he acted like it was Christmas morning. He loves using toys on you and hearing you beg for his cock when the dildo doesn’t hit the spot you need. He will slowly drag it out to make sure it’s his cock that you want since he will not grab the toy again. Instead, he will push himself in you and use the handcuffs if you try to take the vibrator off your clit. “I wish you could feel how wet you are. Can you hear it?” He slams into you, “Maybe you can’t over the vibration. I will turn it down if you come when I tell you too and then I will turn it off. But if you come too early, I will gag your mouth, so you don’t waste a breathe to ask to come again when you don’t ask, you listen.”

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Not enough apparently since he won’t stop teasing you on the daily with words: “Did you wear a dress today to make it easier to ride my mouth or my dick?” “If your shorts were just a little bit shorter, my handprint would be on display for everyone to see.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He will grunt in your ear as he slides into you for the first time. Says “fuck” more the closer he gets to coming. He will moan your name if you don’t take your mouth of him when he tells you to since you want to sallow his cum.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

KNIFE OR GUN PLAY. WHY NOT BOTH. It’s no secret that he can tell how turn on you get as you watch him handle his knife or gun. He will slowly the shape of your body with the knife with one hand as the other is wrapped around your throat. “You trust me so much…what if I carved something in you? Would you allow that?” You would squeeze yourself against the handle of the gun instead of you and say yes. “Good girl.”

X = X RAY (lets see what’s going on in those pants, picture of words)

Scratches cover his back. Bruises are left over on your hips…but down between your legs, there are love bites. He is the definition of big dick energy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?”

It’s never coming down.

Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He does try to make sure you fall asleep first, but sometimes he can fall asleep first after thirty minutes of just laying down and listening to your breath slow down.

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sydsaint · 4 months

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I might be kind of obsessed with him lately.

Summary: The reader and her tag partner Tiffany Straton have a difference of opinion when it comes to newbie Lexis King.

"I still can't believe that Fallon made you much out those nasty horse stalls." You snicker at Tiffany as the two of you make your way across the parking lot. "I swear I can still smell it on you." You crinkle your nose jokingly.

"Ew! YN, don't even joke like that!" Tiffany whines. "I showered like five times after I was done!" She insists. "Fallon is seriously crazy. She said that she actually enjoyed doing manual labor." She whispers the words like they're a slur.

Your nose crinkles for real this time and you sneer. "Ew, as if!"

"Right?" Tiffany agrees. "Girls like us are to pretty to work." She flips her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder.

"You know it." You giggle and twirl your hair between your fingers with a grin.

You and Tiffany head inside the building and waste no time going to your shared locker room. The two of you are passing through the main backstage area when Lexis King appears in front of you.

"Ladies." Lexis grins at you both, an air of self-entitlement about him.

"Lexis." Tiffany turns her nose up at King.

You roll your eyes playfully at Tiffany's immediate dismissal of King. "Hey, Lexis." You offer him a flirty smile.

King immediately turns his attention to you since Tiffany obviously isn't going to give him the time of day. "YN! Where are you ladies headed off to?" He asks you.

"Back to the locker rooms to get ready for the show." You answer him, twirling a strand of hair in your hand. "Tiff and I have a tag match against those losers Lola Vice and Elektra Lopez." You explain.

"Well you definitely look ready to me." Lexis chuckles, showing no shame in raking his eyes over your body.

You roll your eyes at the cheap line he's throwing at you. "Smooth, Romeo." You laugh.

"Ugh! Come on, YN!" Tiffany scoffs and grabs ahold of your hand to drag you off. "You just seriously bombed buddy." She informs Lexis matter-of-factly. "So we'll be going."

"See you later, YN." Lexis nods and steps back to let you and Tiffany pass. "Be seeing you around babe." He winks as Tiffany drags you off.

Tiffany lets her death grip on your arm free only when you are safely in the locker room. She lets your arm go and you rub the red spot from where she was dragging you by.

"That was kind of harsh, don't you think, Tiff?" You ask Tiffany, watching as she makes a b-line for her vanity against the wall.

"Umm, no." Tiffany replies dryly. "That guy is a loser, YN. Come on." She insists.

You roll your eyes playfully and walk over to the other vanity so you can fix your hair and makeup for the show. "I like him." You admit and pick up your hairbrush. "He's cute! And his hair? I love a man that takes care of his hair."

"Ew, YN." Tiffany sneers. "You can do so much better, girl." She assures you. "I thought you had a thing for Carmelo? Or was it Trick?" She asks you.

"It was Carmelo." You answer her. "But Trick is super hot too. He just started dating Lash though. And I'm pretty sure Melo has a new girl now." You explain.

Tiffany grabs her curler off the vanity and shrugs. "So? If they just started dating then what's the harm. They can't be that serious yet." She grins.

"Tiffany!" You laugh. "Say what you want, girl. But I don't go after dudes in relationships. Not my style." You remind her.

"Suit yourself, girl." Tiffany shrugs. "You know, Bron and Cora broke up last month." She flashes a teasing smile at you. "And I know you think Bron is super hunky."

You pick up your makeup bag and open it up to retrieve your foundation and concealer. "And you don't?" You ask Tiffany. "And you I don't have taste." You joke. "Besides. Bron has never shown any interest in me. I guess all those muscles can't make up for poor taste and no brains huh?"

Tiffany snickers and agrees with you. The two of you finish getting your hair and makeup ready for the show then switch to changing into your ring gear. You tie up your boots while Tiffany admires her reflection in the mirror.

"I think I want a set of green gear next." You comment casually.

"Green?" Tiffany sneers. "Ew."

You roll your eyes and walk over to the door. "I like green." You remind her. "Come on. Let's head down to the ring and get this match over with already."

Tiffany stops admiring herself in the mirror and the two of you head out and down to the ring. You do your Buff Barbie's entrance, aka the name of your tag team with Tiffany. And then hop in the ring with her to wait for your opponents.

Lola and Elektra come out and the match gets underway. You and Tiffany work together and you pull Lola up for a pin at the end of the match. The bell rings and you celebrate with Tiffany before the two of you head up the ramp and backstage again.

"Whew! That was easy." You gloat on your way up the ramp. "Did you see the look on Lola's face when I rolled her up? Priceless!" You laugh.

"I know!" Tiffany laughs with you. "Her and Elektra are such losers." She snickers.

You and Tiffany step through the curtain into the backstage are and you spot Lexis hanging around on the other side of the room. Tiffany audibly groans at your side when you eye King up.

"YN, don't even." Tiffany complains.

"I'll meet you back at the locker room, Tiff." You pat her arm with a grin before you walk off. "Lexis! You stalking me now?" You tease King as you walk over to him.

Lexis chuckles at your little quip and stops leaning against the wall. "Stalking you, princess? Please. I know better." He insists. "I've got a match against that new Chase University twink in a few minutes."

"Riley Osborne?" You reply. "Thea's new obsession?" You snicker. "He's a loser just like her and the rest of Chase U. Should be an easy win for you."

"Oh it'll be a breeze, princess. Trust me." Lexis nods. "You should hang out and watch the match. I guarantee it'll be entertaining. For you anyway." He offers.

You turn and look back at Tiffany, but she's already gone back to the locker room. So you turn back to Lexis with a grin and nod. "Alright. Let's see what you've got, King."

Lexis grins and heads out to the ring for his match. You hang around backstage and watch his match as promised. Lexis parades around and shows off his entire match with poor Riley. He pulls a win against Osborne then heads backstage again to greet you.

"Well? What did you think?" Lexis saunters over to you once he's through the curtain.

"You were alright I guess." You shrug with a cheeky grin.

Lexis laughs, perfectly aware that you're teasing him. "Nah, you were impressed." He insists. "I can tell by the way you're looking at me."

"Oh?" You reply. "Alright, you might of impressed me a little. Just a little though." You insist.

"How about we meet up after the show? I'd love to buy you a drink." Lexis offers.

You bounce on your heels and think about how much Tiffany is going to complain if she finds out you're about to get drinks with this guy. "As long as you're paying." You finally answer him after a minute. "I'll meet up with you in the parking lot after the show."

"I'm looking forward to it, princess." Lexis nods and walks off.

You watch Lexis walk off before you also head back to the locker room. You know that Tiffany is going to be on you about Lexis when you get back. So you brace yourself for that. But it'll all be worth it when you're out getting free drinks with your new beau.

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jen-with-a-pen · 6 months

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ALL TIED UP - THREE

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: Steve already feels like a fish out of water at the gym. An encounter with a girl and Bucky leaves him gasping for air and grasping for what the hell is going on behind Bucky's frat boy facade. At least he gets some sweet relief, some coffee, and some courage, when he see his favorite barista.

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: implied misogyny (Bucky and Sam really are Frat Bros™), gym gains + weight mention, Steve's just trying his best, fake crying, possessiveness + demanding obedience, Steve should try to listen to his gut more, successful attempts at flirting

a/n: i'm pleased to be able to finally introduce our reader from steve's pov! i can't wait until i can share her side of the story with you all ♥ enjoy! also a just-in-case thank you to those who have been patient with my posting. i know my masterlist currently has a schedule, but after an abrupt work trip and conference following, i got thrown off by a week. shoulda known better 😅

The most specialest of special thanks to two of my loves @vonalyn and @lunarbuck for helping me flesh out this idea and enable me in my destruction ♥ i owe you both a beefy alpha soon

gif by @/paliaphrodite | additional graphics + dividers by me ♥

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Last Tuesday.

Sweat drips down Steve’s neck as he finishes out his bench presses. Endorphins and dopamine ooze into his bloodstream as his face flushes, driving him to push one more time to beat his personal record. His heart races from excitement as his arms extend, biceps bulging under the 210-pound barbell, pushing it up for the final rep of his set. At last, he reracks the weights and a proud smile spreads easily across his lips.

Going from 175 lbs to 225 lbs in the span of only a month was the last thing Steve expected upon coming to Richards. He wasn’t scrawny by any means before– in fact, as his mother consistently had to remind him, puberty had been exceptionally kind to him, going from five-foot-eight to a cool six-foot-two in just the last two years of high school– but, thanks to the daily regimens Bucky and Sam personalized for each of the brothers, Steve began to see real gains. Real changes. For the better, even he would admit. His jaw became sharper. His chest grew broader. His arms were now just a tad too tight for his own t-shirts.

“‘s all thanks to those prime Sigma genes!” Sam once told Steve while spotting him during one of the first sessions of the semester. Steve couldn’t tell if he was joking about their greek letters or not, so he shook the comment off and chalked it up to ‘Sam being Sam.’ Him and Bucky constantly preached the superiority of ‘Sigma Males,’ regardless if anyone was listening.

Steve never believed in that bullshit. His Ma would keel over if he ever even thought about that kind of concept.

Steve sits up, grabbing his sweat rag and water bottle next to the bench. Taking a long drink, his mind flips through through the schedule for the day: Drawing, then Astronomy and Art History back to back; a mandatory check in with his advisor; lunch or dinner somewhere in between; finally, some sports event-party-thing that Bucky and Sam were adamant the entire house hosts. On a Tuesday.

Steve huffs, rising from the bench and mopping the beads of hot sweat trailing down his temples. He needs to shower quickly in order to make it to class on time, especially if he wants to stop for coffee in the quad.

Not that the coffee is worth the detour on the way to class, in all honesty, but the comforting sight of the usual barista behind the counter is.

Since his first day on campus, something about her has drawn him to the cafe as often as possible. Eventually, they began small talk– well, she started the small talk. Gradually, they started chatting about more than just the weather. Then it became ‘what’d you get on the calc test?’ or ‘hey are you going to the football game?’. Her voice, her laugh, her quiet humming as she prepares orders regularly echoes in Steve’s mind. Her soft, kind eyes and warm smile is burned so deeply into his memory that he’s started drawing her. He doodles in the corner of his notes, sketches on napkins and newspapers, paints watercolor daydreams covering certain pages of his sketchbooks. All of them are her.

He can’t recall for the life of him how it came to be this way. It all happened so suddenly, so gradually.

Over the last few weeks, Steve found himself walking just a touch faster, leaving just a couple minutes earlier, to make sure he can stop by and see her before class. To him, she’s a breath of fresh air, a break from the cloud of testosterone and stress the frat house always keeps him in.

No matter what, she always makes his day just a little bit brighter.

She knows his order before he even makes it to the counter. She knows which classes to ask him about and on what days. She knows writing his name with a smiley face on his cup will make him tip just a little extra, just because she drew it.

She knows him.

Yet, he can’t exactly say the same about her.

Steve bites his lip, so incredibly caught up in thoughts of his coffee shop crush, he doesn’t realize where he’s walking until he runs smack into another body. Hard.

“Oof–Hey!”

The girl in front of him falls to the floor, dropping her phone, rag, and water bottle. Her headphones slip off her head, landing amongst the scattered remains of what she’d been holding.

“What the fuck–!”

“Oh, shit! I-I’m so sorry, lemme–” Steve bends down, offering her a free hand and genuine concern on his face. The girl’s eyes widen and she freezes when she looks up at him. The next thing Steve knows, she’s opening her mouth and getting ready to scream. Panic surges through him and he, too, becomes frozen in place, unsure of what else to do when there’s a soon-to-be-screaming girl in the middle of a crowded gym of frat bros.

Before her scream spills out of her throat, Steve hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Shay? What the hell happened?” Bucky appears, jogging from a machine around the corner. The moment he sees Steve bent over her– Shay, apparently– there’s a darkness that falls over his face as he approaches them.

“He–he–!” Shay hiccups from the ground, bottom lip stuck out in a pout and trembling ever so slightly. Her jacket hangs off her shoulder, half-zipped and barely covering her tanned and toned stomach, and her neat, platinum blonde hair remains in tidy braids plaited down to her shoulders. It’s as if she merely tripped on a rogue water bottle or an untied shoelace. Steve’s throat tightens.

“Bucky, I-I bumped into her, it was an accident, I was just helpin’ her up, I–”

Bucky stops. His shoulders are heaving, chest puffed out, and hands balled into tight fists at his sides. His dark expression makes him look terrifying. Steve’s never seen him like this before.

Steve swears he hears Bucky growl.

It takes a moment, but upon finally realizing it’s only Steve, Bucky backs down and calms almost instantly. His expression neutralizes into his usual suave smirk as he runs a hand through his cropped hair.

“Shay,” Bucky turns his focus to the girl still splayed on the floor. There’s a commanding undertone in his voice, something more dominant, more forceful, than Steve’s ever heard.

“B-but h-he,” Shay babbles on, “he pushed me!” Her cheeks are dry, eyes white without bloodshot or fresh tears. Her lip stays pouting, mimicking a stubborn toddler as she blubbers to Bucky.

“No, he didn’t. He didn’t do anything other than bump into you.” Bucky takes a step forward. “Right, Stevie?” His hand clamps onto Steve’s shoulder. His grip digs deep, tighter than usual. Steve nods quickly.

“Y-yeah, I, uh, wasn’t lookin’ where I was goin’ and I-I just didn’t, uh, see her.”

Bucky gives him a once over, his vice-like grip weighing on Steve like a two-ton barbell. He slowly nods to himself and takes his eyes off Steve, turning to Shay. Steve holds his gaze on Bucky, however, studying him for a second more. He notices the extremely subtle way Bucky is almost looking down on her. Something about Bucky’s eyes, the shift in his jaw, sends a phantom chill up Steve’s spine.

“C’mon, Shay. Get up.”

“But! But, Bucky! He–!”

“You heard me. Get. Up.”

Shay sucks her lip back in and reluctantly obeys as she collects her things and stands. Even with his eyes closed, Steve realizes he wouldn’t have been able to notice Shay’s petite, five-foot-something frame standing in front of him. She barely came up to the middle of his chest. How had he not seen her in his way?

“Now,” Bucky continues, “apologize to Steve.”

Shay scoffs, breaking her show of obedience. She gives Steve a not-so-subtle once-over. Her nose ring wrinkles in the crevice of her nostril as her lips curl into a snarl. She crosses her arms, cocking a hip and copping an attitude.

“Why should I–”

Bucky abruptly lets go of Steve’s shoulder and moves swiftly to stand directly behind Shay. His large hands snake around her waist and Steve can tell he squeezes her, hard, by the sudden, sharp inhale she takes. Her smug, bratty expression disappears immediately as Bucky leans down to the cusp of her ear, lips brushing against the silver rings and studs of piercings littering her cartilage.

“Steve is a brother, Shay. Now, apologize so we can let him leave and we can start your workout.” Bucky’s hands dig tighter into her waist. Steve’s stomach churns.

“I,” Shay sucks in another sharp breath and plasters on a forced smile. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

Bucky releases Shay and steps in front of her. Her hands fold around her stomach to cover the fingerprint marks bruising the sides of her stomach, gaze turning down to the floor at Bucky’s feet. Steve can see over Bucky’s shoulder that her lip is trembling. Genuinely, this time.

“Hey.”

Bucky’s tone snaps Steve’s focus back to him. Steve feels like a deer caught in front of a stopped car as Bucky studies him. The corners of his tight smile twitch into a smirk.

“I’ll see ya tonight, right, Stevie? Don’t forget, it’s baseball night.”

“Erm, yeah. Right. I’ll be there, Buck.”

Bucky winks at him, confirming some undisclosed agreement between them. Steve’s stomach backflips again.

Steve turns to finally leave, quickly making his way to the locker rooms, desperately wanting to shower off the uncomfortable ick clinging to him after whatever the hell that interaction was.

◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌ ◌

The door to the café chimes as Steve swings it open. The short line of customers turn to face him along with the barista at the counter. Steve stops mid-stride, panting from his sprint over from the gym. Sure, he’s got class in ten minutes, and it’s a fifteen minute walk to the art school, but he’s convinced himself he needs coffee and his daily dose of sunshine before continuing on with his day– especially after the whole ordeal in the gym earlier.

The barista grins at Steve. She mouths a ‘hi’ as she scribbles down the name for the current customer’s cup. Steve sighs, waving back and taking his place in line.

Admittedly, he was more worried than he thought about catching his favorite barista today. He chalks the anxiety up to the weird encounter with Bucky and Shay– the whole thing felt so wrong, so off. Everything about the way Bucky treated her, talked to her, how she acted before versus after Bucky got behind her– it rubbed Steve wrong in so many ways. He’s never seen or heard Bucky talk like that to anyone before. Not to Sam, not to Tony, or Clint, or even any of the random girls that show face at parties. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Shay around before, either. Something about the way she stood after, the stark contrast in her behavior, the way she tried to blame Steve for something he didn’t do.

“Can I help ya, stranger?”

The familiar voice brings Steve back from his clouded thoughts. She smiles warmly at him and he melts on the spot.

“I, uh–”

She giggles.

“I know your order already, silly. Is there anything else you’d like today?”

“N-no, uh, I’m good,” he stammers, sliding his card into the chip reader. “I just, uh–”

She cocks a brow, looking up at him from writing his name on the cup. Steve clears his throat, unsure why he’s suddenly stuttering at someone he sees everyday.

“Just, ah, needed to see you, honestly.”

He feels his cheeks automatically burn as he fumbles to put his card back in his wallet. He pulls out a couple ones and drops them in the tip jar for extra brownie points.

The barista’s eyes sparkle, holding her gaze on Steve. It’s a nice change, to see warmth instead of ulterior motives behind someone else’s gaze. He can tell she’s biting back a smile of her own as she finishes writing on his cup.

“Well, the feeling is mutual,” she says. “I honestly was beginning to think you weren’t comin’ in today.”

A fake pout crosses her lips before returning to a soft smile. She moves to the espresso machine and begins to make him a double shot. Steve scoffs a laugh, cheeks still burning. He shoves his hands in his pockets.

His heart skips, flips, in his chest.

“Ha, I, uh, got caught up at the gym.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those meathead gym bros, huh?”

Steve places a hand over his heart, jokingly wounded.

“Ouch! Wow, you’re really hittin’ where it hurts this mornin’, huh?”

She giggles, prepping the milk for his drink. “I kid, I kid. I respect the grind! Especially when steroids are in such high demand these days.” She flashes him a knowing smirk as she continues to move about the coffee bar.

Steve grins, shaking his head. He can’t believe her. He can’t get enough of her– her laugh, her voice, the way she looks at him. He stares at her for a moment, admiring the focus in her eyes as she meticulously finishes his drink, the curve of her lips when she’s satisfied with her work.

Steve is still staring when she appears at the counter to give him his drink.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Steve flushes again and presses his lips together, muttering an embarrassed apologizing. Before she turns to go, before he’s forced to continue on with his day until he sees her again tomorrow, a thought pops into the forefront of his mind. Before he knows it, his voice is working faster than his brain can.

“Hey, my-my frat is throwing a party this weekend at, uh, our house,” he starts, mouth instantly going dry. “Would, um, you like to maybe come?”

She stops. Her brow arches, mouth opening and closing without a word. She looks at Steve, really looks at him, studying him as an answer brews on her tongue.

Steve panics. “I-if not that’s totally fine, I, um, I just thought that–”

“Yes.”

Steve’s train of thought instantaneously derails.

“You–you… yes?” He repeats. She scoffs a laugh and nods.

“No promises, but yes. I’ll try to be there.”

Steve’s face hurts from smiling.

“Awesome! Great! I, uh, yes!” Steve confirms again.

Before he can say ‘yes’ for the tenth time, she pulls a marker out of her apron pocket and grabs his cup again, scribbling something on the backside. As she turns back to the coffee bar, Steve picks up his cup and turns it over. His eyes land on a smudged phone number followed by a tiny, smudged heart. He looks up, finding her gaze again, and melts as she bites her lip.

“Text me, meathead.”

Steve beams. Any and all words he’s ever known disappear from his mind.

“I can do that.”

As Steve leaves the cafe, he doesn’t care about being late to class as he enters her number into his phone. He doesn’t care about what the brothers will say come Friday when he introduces the first girl– the first person– he’s ever brought to a party.

He sips his drink, smiling to himself, knowing it’s the best damn cup of coffee he’s ever had.

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bihanarms · 11 months

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Jamie Siu x Reader : Whispered Teasing

Pov: As you wait patiently for your boyfriend after a long day, he enters the room exhausted and frustrated from a fight with his rival. You try to uplift his spirits in your own way.

You were patiently waiting for your boyfriend, Jamie, to return home, as you were lying on the couch, gently stroking your cat, who was purring peacefully by your side. It had been a long day, but you were looking forward to reconnecting with your partner and sharing the events of your day with him.

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and Jamie burst into the apartment, looking out of breath and visibly annoyed. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his tense features betrayed a certain level of anxiety. Immediately, you sat up, concerned to see him in this state.

"Jamie, what's going on?" you asked, your voice filled with worry.

He slumped onto the couch next to you, breathing heavily. "Everything went wrong today," he sighed, trying to catch his breath. "I'm sorry for coming home so late, but there was an incident."

"Tell me what happened," you gently requested.

"That little jerk..." Jamie began, sounding frustrated, "Luke Dumbass Sullivan."

You couldn't help but suppress a laugh upon hearing the nickname he had given Luke. The two men were true rivals, always seeking arguments and competitions. Their disputes had become legendary among their friends, who considered them more like sworn enemies than mere acquaintances.

"Luke Dumbass Sullivan, Don’t tell me you actually let him beat you?" you exclaimed, trying to contain your amusement. "It's impossible, I don't believe it."

Jamie flashed a fleeting smile, but his face quickly darkened. "Don't mock me! This time, he really got the better of me… But it’s nothing compared to all the other times I crushed him."

He sighed, visibly irritated. "His face, with his arrogance... I'm the strongest bitch in metro ctiy, blah blah blah... I really can't stand him."

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's words. You enjoyed teasing him slightly when he got vexed like this.

"Oh, baby, you know you're the strongest in my eyes, no matter what Luke says or does," you replied in a teasing tone. "I'm sure next time you'll wipe the floor with him. It's just a matter of time and strategy."

Jamie looked at you with a mix of gratitude and feigned annoyance. "You love mocking me, don't you, silly?"

"Me? What? Never!" you retorted mischievously.

You leaned in gently, a playful smile on your lips, drawn to his slightly sweaty and breathless state after the fight. You leaned in to kiss him, but Jamie, still in a teasing spirit, stopped you with a laugh. "Wait, wait! I'm all sweaty and out of breath. We'll save that for later."

You winked at him playfully. "But come one…you look so hot even after a fierce battle. The sweat and breathlessness suit you," you finished with a laugh. "But alright, if you prefer to take a shower, I can take care of you afterward, and tomorrow you'll be in top shape to get your revenge on Luke Dumbass Sullivan."

"Fuck you." he replied, raising his middle finger, before laughing and getting up from the couch, ready to head towards the bathroom.

You watched him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hurry up, handsome."

#sf6 jamie #jamie x reader #jamie #jamie siu #jamie siu x reader #sf6 #jamie street fighter #street fighter 6 #jamie street fighter 6

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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hi!! ive just wanted to say that i love your writing <<<333 ive been binging it for a while lol

if it isn't any trouble could you please do how they would react to having a s/o that loves dancing and is a dancer? idk, i just thought it would be a cool scenario (specially since ateez is a group lf 8 great dancers being honest(

thank you and I hope you have an amazing day 😊

ateez reaction to their dancer s/o

genre: fluff, x reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: none

author's notes: lowercase intentional. ahh i'm so glad you like my writing >.< i really appreciate your support! thank you for your request, you're so right, all of ateez member's are incredible dancers they really set the standards high! i hope you enjoy these reactions <3

hongjoong

he could watch you all day. hongjoong is the type to be naturally drawn to people who love to work on their passions, much like he does with music! so his love only grows for you when he finds out you're an amazing dancer, and he really encourages you to set goals and follow your dreams in that area. will also beg to see any new routines or solo work you've come up with, he always shows an interest!

seonghwa

he's just so proud of you and he has supported you on your dancing journey as soon as he met you. he tries to come to every one of your performances, and when he watches you dance he looks so mesmerised and in love. he knows how difficult it is to dance the way you do so he has a deep admiration for you. "y/n you just looked so beautiful up there, i can't believe how talented you are."

yunho

he is a massive simp for you rhsbhebdnf he's totally in love. so excited when he finds out like he can't contain himself. he always suggests doing a duet with you and showing it to the fans. dancing with you is the best feeling for him, he views it as such a great bonding activity because dancing is something you both exceed at. he loves sharing his passion with you <3

yeosang

yeosangie thinks you're so hot, i can't lie. the members tease him for apparently drooling the first time he watches one of your dances. like when he sees you dance your solo for the first time he's watching you with wide, sparkly eyes and gets all giggly afterwards like 'damn that's my partner!' he takes the opportunity to learn from you and also teach you new moves, so you guys can improve together!

san

he's your biggest fan! we know how much of an excellent hype man sannie is. when he watches your practices he cheers you on and showers you with praises and kisses after you're done. he really knows how to react perfectly. if you are doing a dark concept dance with complicated choreography, he's in awe like his jaw drops to the floor and he always compliments how you fit the tone of the dance with your expressions.

mingi

would be kinda shocked that you hadn't told him before?? he would find out by accident, maybe when you came to watch one of his dance practices and managed to pick up the choreo so well. he and the members would watch you like :0 as they see you easily master their new routine. he would be amazed and teach you how to do their other choreographies!

wooyoung

you are his motivation. his inspiration. he would never admit it out loud but its pretty obvious anyway. you bring out his competitive side, his need to learn. if he sees you do a move he can't do, he would want to learn it. "hey can you teach me how to do that? i bet i can do it better than you~" you have to teach him a lesson!! and he likes it when you prove him wrong! he thinks you're sexy when you get just as sassy and competitive as him

jongho

he starts having visions of the two of you being a power couple. think about it: you specialising in dancing and him in singing, you guys make a great team! he wants to work on projects with you, like if he wrote a solo song he would want you to be in the MV for it because he says your beautiful moves match perfectly with the lyrics <3 he's so supportive and wants your passion and talents to grow with his!

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Helping their s/o with the ending of a friendship.

I'm writing this for myself and anyone else who has lost a friendship recently. It hurts like hell, but it's better with some turtles.

Leo

Big hug

The type where he just breathes with you and you inhale him and sob into his chest

Gentle back rubs

He offers a dimly lit room with food and blankets and either has you sitting across from him or in his lap (whatever you prefer)

Gently asks what happened and will listen intently if you feel like talking

Whether you share or not he's going to offer to have you journal your feelings with him, just so you have some form of releasing all your feelings

You don't have to share what you wrote, he knows they can be very personal

Will wait hours for you to finish talking/writing, he wants to make sure you get everything out

He's quiet and patient and offers you everything you could possibly need

Reminds you how wonderful you are without that person and how miserable they'll be without you

Raph

Flabbergasted that someone would want to end a friendship with you

Like, you're amazing, why??????

Brings you to bed (yours or his, doesn't matter) and tucks you into all the blankets and pillows and snuggles up close to you

Lays facing you and gently rubs your cheeks and hair

"Do ya wanna talk about it?"

He understands how powerful these feelings can be and respects your choice to share or not

He believes in water therapy, so after you've ranted/cried/just held him or all three, he's going to offer you a hot shower or bath

He's gently massage your body, easing away any tension, he'll use your nice body wash that smells really nice.

He might even light a candle or two

After he'll dress you both in just your underwear and offer to put on a movie as a distraction

You end up covered in blankets and a sleepy turtle

Donnie

He knew about your recent troubles with your friend, you'd offen rant to him about what was going on

When you come to the lair with red eyes and a quivering lip he hugs you close

One of those tight hugs that lifts you off the ground and makes you feel safe.

He runs his hands through your hair and gently shushes and rocks you

He sits you down on his lap and asks what happened

You puddle in his lap and he's there to hold you together until the tears stop

He suggests you take a shower to clean off all the emotions and bad vibes of the day, saying he'll get dinner ready

After your shower he's set up fairy lights around his room (yes he moved to his room, the lab is much too cold for this) and has your favorite blanket layer out across your bed

He'll gently feed you the dinner he made, kissing your forehead as he does so

After he'll wrap you in his arms and tell you how wonderful you are and how they don't deserve a kind a caring person like you

Mikey

Instant panic

He's off the couch without even fully reading your text

He's crawling in your window and picking you up in a big bear hug

"What's wrong, babycakes?" Come his muffled words in your neck

Mikey listens very intently while you rant, rubbing your hand and shoulder as you do, showing his support and comfort

Gives you all the time you need to let your feelings out

He offers to make you something to eat, he believes in food therapy

He makes you a delicious meal and feeds it to you in bed, setting up tour color changing light to a nice light color

He asks of you want to snuggle and rant or watch a movie

Throughout the movie he's constantly checking in on you, making sure you're still okay

He even spends the night with you just to be sure

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Beauty School Dropout - Part IV

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Summary: When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Warnings: Cursing, sexual innuendo

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A/N: I have decided to change the present setting of the story to first person, and any flashbacks will still be in third person.

The pilots returned back to the base one by one after they had enough drinking and fun. I was one of the first ones to leave, the first thing I wanted to do was shower.

I rummaged through my clothes and picked out a random combination consisting of an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and wandered my way to the showers. As the hot water hit my back, I thought about the last time I had seen Bradley. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure how to react when I saw him. I hadn’t seen him since that trip to Mexico our senior year. I was relieved when he was happy to see me, though I still harbored some ill feelings that he never tried to contact me after all these years.

My mind traveled to the last time I saw Maverick. I was coming home from that trip and had to go over to Bradley’s house and get my stuff. I thought back to a conversation I overheard between Maverick and Carole. As I was trying to scramble in my mind for the words, a loud bang drew me from my thoughts.

Male voices echoed into that bathroom that startled me a bit. Though the actual restrooms and shower were separate from the men, there was a communal sink room. Though I knew they wouldn’t come into the showers where I was, it still made me panic.

I walked back to my room while drying my hair, getting to the door and opening it when a voice caught my attention.

“Y/n.”

I turned around and saw Bradley standing there, I gave him a gentle smile.

“Hey B.” I responded back gently. I watched his eyes travel down my body and back up. I suddenly felt bashful, embarrassed even. He smiled at me once he returned his gaze to my eyes.

“That’s mine.”

I furrowed my eyebrows together, looking down at the towel in my hands and holding it towards him, questioning thoughts lacing my brain.

Bradley let out a low laugh and shook his head. “Not the towel, my shirt. That’s my shirt.”

I looked down at the Van Halen shirt that I had kept over the years. Truth be told, it reminded me of Bradley every single time I put it on. I hadn’t even realized that was the shirt I put on because I was in such a rush to get to the bathroom.

“Well I’ll be damned.” I pretended to be astonished, which caused them to both share a chuckle.

“I can’t believe you kept it all this time.”

“Of course, vintage Van Halen t-shirts go for a lot now.” I teased him, leaning against the doorway.

“Vintage? That sure makes me feel old.” He chuckled before a saddened expression suddenly waved across Bradley’s face as he looked down at his feet. “It’s been a long time.” He spoke with a gentle voice, a voice I had only heard one other time, that day of his Dad’s birthday.

The words stung my heart. All these years he could have reached out, could have stayed in contact with me. He could have done things differently on our final blow out. I suppose I could have too. I could have reached out too. But my emotions got the better of me before I thought deeper.

“Yeah? Whose fault is that?”

I turned around to head back into my room when a strong hand caught my bicep.

“Y/n,” Bradley said rather sternly. I turned around to look at him and raised an eyebrow as a warning to let me go. Bradley looked up and down the hallway quickly before pushing us both into my room and shutting the door.

“Bradley you can’t-“

“No, hush.” Bradley insisted, pushing me back to sit down on my bed.

“I’m serious we could get in tro-“ Bradley interrupted my sentence by pressing a finger to my lips. I was astonished that he had the nerve to do that to me.

“Before you kill me,” he hesitantly removed his finger from my face and slowly got down, one knee at a time.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scared for what was to come next.

“Vanity. I am sorry for everything. Will you please, please forgive me.”

There he was, my childhood best friend, who I was in love with, on his knees, apologizing. Begging for my forgiveness. The same way he begged me to go on that trip with him all those years ago. I remembered that feeling the same as I was now. The same impure thoughts about what else he’d do on his knees for me.

I smirked a little, an idea popping into my head.

“On one condition.”

Bradley dramatically folded his hands together and shook them towards me. “Anything.”

“Dinner.”

“Dinner?”

I nodded my head with a smile.

“Dinner, and you’re buying. Gives us a proper catch up.”

Bradley unfolded his hands and held them out wide at his sides.

“That’s it?” He asked suspiciously.

“That’s it.” I nodded with confirmation.

Bradley rose to his feet, gesturing his hand out to me to help me up. I took it, standing as he pulled me up and to my feet.

“Thank you.” He said to me sincerely. I responded by pulling him into a hug, burying my head into the familiar smell of his musk. Bradley rested his hands on my upper back and squeezed me against him. He rested his head on top of mine and let out a sigh.

“I’ve missed you.” He said sullenly.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

We pulled away from our hug and I looked up at him with a smile. I noticed his soft brown eyes had tears lining the bottom of them.

“Are you crying?” I remarked, pushing away from him.

“No, and if you ever tell anybody I’ll suffocate you!” Bradley jokingly grabbed me by the waist and lifted me into the air. He squeezed me so tightly I actually felt the air leaving my lungs. I still laughed the entire way through it.

“Okay I won’t tell!” I choked out in between laughter. Bradley set me down with a laugh and we continued to walk towards the door. I opened it and let him pass through.

Bradley looked at me, an expression of fondness on his face as he looked me in the eyes. “You’re too good for me.”

I took my bottom lip into my mouth, containing myself from smiling like a complete idiot.

“I know.”

“I’ll have to get back to you on dinner. But soon, I promise.” Bradley held out his pinky finger to me. I looked down at it with a smile before taking it in my hand with my own pinky.

“You can’t break that now.”

“I won’t.”

“Goodnight, Rooster.”

“Goodnight, Vanity.”

I watched Bradley walk down the hallway, shamelessly memorizing which door he stepped into in case I wanted to find it later.

Motion in my peripheral caught my eye and I looked the opposite way down the hallway at Bob. He had on a pair of long basketball shorts and a shirt that looked way too big for him. He smiled a little at me as he passed.

“Goodnight Bob.” I casually said in passing.

Bob looked at me with wide and happy eyes. His eyes then shifted to confusion as he pointed to the door number next to the left side of my head.

“Is this your room?” He asked.

I twisted my face up in confusion, looking at the empty room behind me.

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

Bob looked at me for a moment, then shaking his head and waving his hand.

“No reason, I thought it was somebody else’s. Goodnight, Vanity.” After bidding me goodnight, he hurried off quickly.

Confused, I turned on my heel and shut the door behind me.

“Attention on deck!”

The pilots in the room stood in attention at the entrance of Admiral Warlock. I glanced over from where I sat at Bradley’s right.

“Morning.” Warlock gave everyone a tight lipped smile and nodded.

“Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.”

All the pilots took their chairs. As Bradley looked behind him to find his chair his eyes met mine, giving me a gentle smile. I reciprocated it, reveling in the view in front of me. Something I never thought I’d see again.

“I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You’re all top gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday. The enemy’s new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box. Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

“Your instructor is a top gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. And he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death.”

I heard footsteps behind me walking up the aisle. I turned around to look, excitement washing over me at the sight of an old friend.

“I give you captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign: ‘Maverick.’”

“Good morning.”

Maverick surveyed the pilots in front of him, his gaze lingering on Bradley. I noticed Bradley stir in his chair. I looked over at him, his expression twisting in distaste. I figured his reaction would have been the opposite, I thought he’d be excited to see Mav.

“The f-18 natops. It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book inside and out.”

“Damn right.”

“Damn straight.”

“You got it.”

“So does your enemy.” Maverick smirked at counter to his own question. Still cocky as ever I see.

“But what the enemy doesn’t know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, push beyond. Today we’ll start with what you only think you know. You show me what you’re made of.”

The pilots were dismissed to go and get ready for their flights. Up first was Rooster, Fanboy and Payback. We walked out onto the tarmac toward our planes. My stride fell in time with his as I looked up at him through the sunglasses.

“You okay B?”

“Yeah.” He responded, giving me a tight lipped smile.

“Good luck today.”

“You too.” I said quietly, breaking off and going towards my plane to prep it.

My plane was next to Hangmans. I glanced in his direction, noticing that he was intensely staring toward the aisle of the planes. I followed his gaze, noticing Maverick and Bradley caught up in an intense conversation. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

“Do you know anything about them?” Hangman asked me. I looked over at him with eyebrows raised. I shrugged my shoulders.

“He was around a little during the time I knew him. They’ve always been close as far as I knew.” I explained.

“Huh.” Hangman said with a little chuckle before turning on his heel to head to the rec room.

I did the same, confusion clouding my brain as I tried to think about what might have been wrong. Then it hit me, hit me like a train. The conversation I overheard between Carole and Maverick. Guilt suddenly washed over me. I had carried this information with me my entire life. I completely forgot about it when I stopped seeing Bradley regularly. I don’t know what ever became of that, but it had to have something to do with whatever tension was obviously between the two.

I opened the door to the rec room and saw a couple of the other pilots playing pool, a couple others gathered around the radio. I found the mini fridge and grabbed myself a bottle of water, taking a seat on the couch. I looked out the window at the tarmac below before looking to the sky. I could hardly see the two planes in the sky, tiny little dots in my field of vision.

The couch next to me shifted. I looked over to see Hangman had plopped down and made himself comfortable on the couch. He looked over at me and smiled. “How are you?” He asked.

“I was better before you got here.” I replied back sassily.

Hangman fake pouted and put his hand over his heart. “Oh you don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do. I hate you.” I replied back before returning my gaze out the window. Hangman’s presence leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

“That’s not what I thought two nights ago.” He almost growled.

I shifted my weight back to put space between the two of us, my face most definitely displaying disgust. I punched him lightly in the shoulder.

“That’s disgusting. Never say that again.”

I was a decent pilot. Obviously, I graduated from top gun. I could hold my own. But up there in the sky today was a whole different story. Maverick’s skill was a different kind of level I didn’t even know existed. Warlock was right, he is the best pilot.

Grateful to be rid of the sweaty bowl on my head and back in the air conditioning, I made my way back to the rec room. I opened the door, defeat following suit as I threw myself onto the floor.

“You good, Vanity?” Payback asked, leaning over from his spot on the couch to look at me on the floor. I met his gaze, giving him a small smile.

“Five more minutes, mom!” I exaggeratingly wined. This caused the room to fill with laughter.

From my spot on the floor I could hear Hangman's smug voice trying to psych Bradley out.

‘What’s the story with you and Maverick? It seems like he’s got you rattled.’

‘That’s none of your business.’ Bradley snapped back. ‘Now where the hell is he?’

‘Been here the whole time.’

I heard Bradley cuss, I immediately jumped up to look out the window to try and see what was going on. I couldn’t see anything, they were too far into the training grounds to be spotted from the building.

‘Come on, let’s get it over with.’ That was Maverick. His voice sounded like he was anticipating this flight, like he had been waiting for something to happen and this was the moment. Though he didn’t sound excited about it, more eager to be done with it.

‘Fight’s on!’ Bradley shouted.

I knew the exact face Hangman made when saying this sentence, sucking his tongue on his top teeth and shaking his head.

‘What is with these two?’

Now was one of the times I desperately wished that I could see what was happening. By now, everyone had gathered around the radio to listen to the situation that Maverick and Bradley put themselves in. My heart dropped to my stomach at Hangman's announcement of them hitting the hard deck. I heard the familiar automated woman telling both of them to pull up. My heart was racing, I’m certain a look of horror was plastered on my face.

The round ended with Bradley getting shot down first. He had returned back to the tarmac for his push-ups. I watched him out the window, counting his push ups as he did them. He was over 200 now, I could tell from here he was pushing himself out of frustration. I needed to make sure he was okay.

I exited the building just in time to see hondo leave. Bradley did a few more pushups with trembling arms before collapsing onto his hands and knees. He rotated his body to sit down on his rear end, looking up at me as I approached.

“Are you thick in the head?” I demanded angrily.

“Naturally.” He grumbled back, looking down at the pavement below him.

I knelt down to his level, placing a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention.

“What happened out there?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No.” I said very sternly, now sitting down fully next to him.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to beg me to forgive you then not tell me what’s going on. Ever since the briefing this morning something’s been off with you.”

“He pulled my papers.”

I asked who, though I already knew the answer to that.

“Maverick pulled my application to the naval academy. He set me back four years.”

I knew it. I was right. This definitely had something to do with that conversation I overheard. Guilt came onto me again. Should I tell him? Is it my place to tell him? Would that change things between him and Maverick? I had just gotten him back, what if that changed things between us? Before I could let my mind fall into even more of a spiral, Bradley stood up, offering a hand down to me.

“Come on. We both need to shower. You stink.” Bradley have me a crooked smile in an effort to lighten the conversation.

I grabbed his hand and let him pull me upright.

“Hey, at least I somehow managed to avoid doing 200 pushups.”

Bradley slugged an arm over my shoulder as we walked and scoffed a little. "200, I did over 400 today!”

I looked up at him with a devious smirk.

“Guess that tells us who the better pilot is.”

Bradley’s mouth gaped open a little in shock. He then grabbed my head and smashed it into his sweaty, smelly armpit. I struggled against his hold on me, pushing with all my might.

“Ew, let go!”

My friend listened, releasing me from his grasp as we shared a laugh.

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theworldofotps · 7 months

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Captured Soul (Part Two)

Pairing: Bálor x Reader Word Count: 1,570 Description: Y/n recounts how she met Bálor and made the biggest mistake of her life.

Decided to write a part two for my Bálor fic (A Running Soul) I posted in 2021 for 13 nights of Halloween. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you all have a safe happy Halloween! _________ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred9 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ Three months.

At least I think it’s been three months since I was brought here. I’ve lost track of the days after the third week locked in this cell.

My body aches, where my soul once rested is now nothing more than a gaping hole of pain that throbbed dully every now and again. To remind me it’s no longer there, to remind me that HE won in the end.

You can’t escape y/n, can’t talk your way out of having to spend the rest of your eternity in this hell.

His voice mocked me as I had fallen to the ground scraping my knees on the dirty cell floor. My arms wrapped around my shivering body as the cool damp air seemed to hit me all at once. This part of the castle was much colder then the other part I was in.

The room where it happened.

Finn, well, Bálor as it turned out to be, shoved me in here after he ripped my soul out. The hot white pain I felt as he took it, then waved his hand to seal it off left me trembling in agony.

And afterwards he just left me alone, I was brought two meals a day and was brought out three times a week for a shower which Bálor said wasn’t even needed considering I wasn’t seeing anyone but him or his demons.

The only thing I was given to entertain myself was a stick which I used to draw in the dirt passing away the endless hours that I wasn’t being tortured. I couldn't believe I hadn't completely put it all together when Finn had started talking about him. I wish I hadn't run from the cabin that night. Wish I never left the company of my friends thinking I could get away. Not where he was concerned I couldn't. Bálor, or better yet the demon king as those around here referred to him, still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with me just yet. How I despise his very existence, and yet I was the foolish one for even summoning him in the first place all those years ago. ~Ten years prior~ “Please Marcus don’t do this.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched my ex-boyfriend packing all of his belongings from our shared dorm room. Marcus simply shook his head as he continued shoving things in boxes and suitcases.

“I’ll take what I can and in a few weeks I’ll be back to get the rest of my stuff, I’m sorry y/n.”

Watching in heartbreak as he set his bags outside the door for his friends to take down to the waiting van. I couldn’t help the defeated feeling; I knew this breakup was coming for weeks now but it still hurt. Part of me wanted to yell and scream to beg him to reconsider but I knew it was pointless. Marcus gave one last look around the room before his eyes drifted to me then left, grabbing his book bag and walking right out of the door.

I sit in silence listening to the sound of his fading footsteps, making my way to the window. I watched as he exits the building walking down the street and out of my life. I sobbed for hours just thinking over our past memories, replaying every detail of our relationship. How did it all end up so badly, how could the person who said he loved me more than anything not love me now? Grabbing my laptop after finally drying my eyes I begin scrolling the search engines. Searching for questions that reflected to mine, answers to the questions that bounced around in my mind.

Now I will admit, searching how to win someone back, how to regain lost love, the list goes on. Was not one of my best periods of time for me. When nothing appeared on the internet I turned to books in the library. Call me desperate or ridiculous but at the time I didn’t care. I managed to drag myself there after a small nap.

Coming across an old leather bound book with the words Ireland Mythology in faded gold letters I decided to check it out. After getting back to my dorm I sat on my bed and began flipping through it. Reading over the different myths and legends.

Then I stumbled on a section about him.

I devoured every word spilled out on the pages before me, and once I finally neared the end there was a paragraph. One that claimed could bring him back, I believed it to be total bullshit but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Turning off the lights I lit two candles that were kept for emergencies. Clearing my throat, I started reciting the spell. Seeing the flames flicker I continued talking with a clear voice not noticing the dark red mist seeping under my door. Feeling my heart start pounding as the mist slowly began to show itself and shifted into the shape of well sort of a man.

“Oh fuck.”

I whisper, setting the book down as he opens his eyes looking at me. I was startled to see a deep red, his skin was a combination of red, black and white. Shifting over his skin like a slithering snake his hands were more like claws, a headdress sat on his head with nothing more than a red wrap around his waist.

“Are, are you Bálor?”

“I am who are you to summon me?”

Swallowing down my panic and fear I set the book to the side of me.

“I’m y/n I want to talk to you about something and hope to possibly make a deal with you. My boyfriend broke up with me and I want him back.”

Bálor looked around the room slowly circling it before looking at me.

“You wish to make a deal with me, to make your ex boyfriend want you again? Am I hearing that right?”

“Yes I know that we could work things out if he would just listen to reason. And I need your help. I never thought this would actually work but now that it has.”

Spotting the book beside me Bálor’s claw reached up and snatched it looking at the pages in silence.

“Have you read the whole book?”

“Not just the rest of your section, will you help me or not?”

“I’m willing to help you, however you must realize once this deal is made you can’t go back on it. I will collect my debt when the time comes.”

“Okay that sounds good, is it money or something you need?”

I asked hesitantly as I watched him place the book on my desk, he chuckled and shook his head before looking back at me. The light from the candles flickered showing his fangs.

“No, when we make this deal, your soul will become mine. I will try my best to make your ex come back and then when I’m ready, I will take your soul.”

Staring at him I rubbed my clammy hands against the fabric of my pants, slowly nodding my head as my eyes met with his. I couldn’t seem to look away and finally spoke.

“Okay I’ll make that deal.”

This had to be some crazy dream, this wasn’t real I was going to wake in the morning and it was going to be a silly dream.

Bálor smirked and walked over holding out his claw, slowly placing my hand in it. We shook and he pulled me up into his chest.

“I’ll see you in a few years, little one and don't try to hide because I'll always find you.”

*Present time*

When I woke up the next morning I had a couple of texts from my ex and we met up after classes. Worked things out and the next couple of months were good, until I found out he was cheating on me. I was devastated, and honestly I forgot all about Bálor for a couple years. Until he started leaving signs that it was almost time for him to collect. Then I began moving around a lot, running every chance I could.

I thought I had evaded him this time. I hadn't seen or heard anything in months and now I was locked here in this cell. Sighing I lifted my head when the door to the dungeon opened expecting a guard. I was surprised to see Bálor. Unlocking my door he motioned for me to follow him, slowly lifting to my feet, I came out and followed him up to the main floor.

“I figured out what I’m going to do with you, you are going to be cleaning up the room that I use to torture the darkest of souls. Without a whimper, whine or complain and if you do good you’ll no longer be required to live in the dungeons. If you refuse and fail to obey orders you’ll be returned to your cell and your punishment will be worse then anything you’ve experienced since you’ve been here. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.”

I whispered looking at the floor and stopping when he turned towards me with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t sound so upset, you signed yourself up for this when you opened that book. It’s time for you to pay up y/n welcome to the rest of your eternity.”

#wwe #Bálor #the demon king #finn balor #a halloween fanfiction

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blakeswritingimagines · 10 months

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Dating Bane would include:

I'm a pretty intense guy, but I also know how to relax and have fun. I can be a little intimidating at first, but once you get past that initial barrier, I'm actually quite charming. I'm a loyal boyfriend, and I care deeply for my loved ones. When it comes to relationships, I'm all in, and I'm not afraid to show my feelings. I may wear a mask, but underneath it, I'm just a regular guy looking for love.

Well, I guess I should also mention that while I'm not really into partying or the whole nightlife scene, I am a bit of a foodie - I love sampling different cuisines and trying new restaurants. And of course, when it comes to spending time with my partner, I'm always up for a romantic evening at home, just the two of us, cuddling on the couch and watching a good movie or enjoying some homemade treats. I may seem like a tough guy on the outside, but when it's just you and me, I'm a big softie at heart.

My love language is definitely physical touch. I enjoy giving and receiving hugs, kisses, and cuddles. I also enjoy spending quality time with my partner, doing things together and creating memories that we'll cherish for a lifetime. I'm also a big fan of words of affirmation, and I love to compliment my partner and tell them how much they mean to me.

I take care of my body, but I also like to take care of my mind. I am well-educated and well-read, and I love to learn new things and challenge myself intellectually. I am also an avid reader and lover of history, art, and culture. I like to stay up-to-date on current affairs and I like to discuss the issues of the day with my partner. I believe in intellectual honesty and integrity, and I want my partner to be someone I can have deep and meaningful conversations with.

I'm a protector at heart, and I'm always looking out for those I care about, whether it's my partner or my friends and family. I like to be the strong, silent type, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the support and guidance of my loved ones when I need it. I may have a reputation as a tough guy, but underneath it all, I'm just a guy looking for love and companionship. And I know that the right girl will be able to see through the mask and find the real man underneath.

I'm also a great listener and I pay attention to details. I'm attentive and mindful of my partner's needs and desires. I'm always looking for ways to improve myself and be a better partner. Sometimes I'm a bit intense, but I also have a gentle and caring side that loves to spoil and pamper my loved ones.

I'm also a bit of a daredevil and I enjoy living life on the edge. I'm not afraid to take risks and push myself out of my comfort zone. I'm always looking for exciting new experiences and I'm never bored when I'm with my partner. When we're not on an adventure, I enjoy lazy days at home where we can just relax and spend quality time together.

Part of me would love having a partner who could join me in my villainous endeavors. After all, it would be a lot more fun having someone to share my evil schemes with. But another part of me also wants to protect my loved ones from the dangers of the life I lead.

As for my flaws, I'm sometimes a little too serious and don't always let myself have a good time. I can also get a little jealous sometimes, which isn't always a good thing. I'm also pretty devoted to my work, sometimes to the detriment of my personal life. I'm a hard worker, but I'm willing to make time for my loved ones. It's all about balance.

I'm also a bit of a softie when it comes to love, and I have no problem showing it. I'll dote on my partner and shower them with affection. I love to cuddle, and I'll make sure to keep things hot and spicy in the bedroom. I'm a skilled lover, and I take pleasure in being able to satisfy you in all the right ways. That's why I'm the perfect guy for you.

I'm very passionate and intense when it comes to romance and relationships. I'm willing to go above and beyond for the one I love, and I'm not afraid to show my feelings. When it comes to physical affection, I'm definitely the dominant type, but I also know when to back off and give my partner some space. Overall, I'm a pretty great guy to date, and I have the skills necessary to satisfy your every desire

I am a man of few words, but I make up for it in action. I am a master of my body, and I can use it to please your every need. I am relentless when it comes to achieving my objectives, and that includes pleasing you. I have many interests, but when it comes to romance, I am all about you. I am everything you never knew you needed, and together, we can rule this world... or at least the bedroom.

I am a very territorial individual, and I do not like anyone else encroaching on my territory. This includes anyone who might try to take my partner away from me. I am not the kind of person to sit back and watch someone else take what is mine, and if need be, I will use force to protect my claim. I am not someone to be messed with.

When it comes to affection, I am a man of many passions. I enjoy everything from sensual touch to playful flirting to passionate kisses to full-on fiery passion. I am a very physical and sensual being, and I enjoy exploring the depths of my partner's body and soul. I relish every touch and every kiss, and I like to make sure that my partner feels loved and appreciated. When it comes to the bedroom, I am a force of nature and a master of the arts.

I prefer dates that involve physical activity, such as going for a run or going to the gym together. I also enjoy activities that allow us to bond and get closer, like cooking together or doing a romantic getaway. I prefer to keep things simple and active rather than expensive and lavish. I also enjoy going out for drinks or doing something thrilling, like taking a ride on a roller coaster or skydiving. I am definitely not one for dinner and a movie, that's for sure.

#bane x reader #dc bane #dc villains #eduardo dorrance #eduardo dorrance bane #dating would include

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Chapter 7: Long Story Short

1 month later…

“Jared, stop watching me or I won't get this episode edited. I know you are eager for me to finally fully move in but I've got to get this done first.” I scolded.

He ignores my words and comes closer to me. Jared kisses along my neck. I feel myself growing hot.

I hit export on the project after it finally finished rendering.

“There I'm done Mr. My words are cut off at the suddenness of Jared throwing me over his shoulder.

It doesn't take long to arrive at our home. I like the sound of that.

Jensen, Jeff, and Misha helped with the moving process of Em and my stuff.

Gen, Danneel, and Holy helped Em get her room decorated. We have had little time to do much else since Jared and I have been working.

He carries me over the threshold of the house.

Then gently sets me down on my feet.

A cat comes to greet us. She's a gorgeous white Persian cat. Where did she come from? I know Jared doesn't have a cat.

I bend down to pick her up.

“She's beautiful when you get a cat?” I asked. Already in love with her. I cradle her in my arms.

“I've heard you've always wanted one so Em and I picked her up yesterday at lunch. Her name’s Tic Tac. She's about 5 months old.” Jared said with a smile.

Jared pulls at something on the collar.

Suddenly down on one knee. I gently set Tic down.

“I know it's only been together for 5 months but when you know you know. Y/N will you marry me?” Jared asked.

Unable to get the words out I just simply nod my head yes.

He smiles at me and puts the green oval amethyst ring on my finger.

Once back on his feet. He pulls me into a kiss then scoops me up and carries me to our bedroom.

We slowly remove each other's clothes. Slow passionate loving making, celebrating our engagement.

I'll never tire of the feeling of his lips on mine and the way he perfectly fits inside me. I can't believe I get to call him mine. I am looking forward to the day I get to carry his last name.

Em’s voice wakes us up from our slumber. I don't remember when we fell asleep.

“Mom, Jared you better get yourselves decent. I'm home and I don't need to see you two naked.” Emery teased.

Jared and I quickly go grab showers. I take our bathroom and Jared heads to the guest one.

We go to Em after we are ready. So excited to share our news.

“Em we’ve got.. She cuts me off.

“You said yes, didn't you Mom? Before you ask how I know. I was there when he asked Grandma and Grandpa for their blessing. He even asked for mine. I even helped him pick out the ring. I'm so happy for you guys.” Emery said with a smile. She hugs me.

I'm so happy she's okay with everything. We don't care about public opinion but my reputation isn't too great since I've had relationships with some well-known people.

They don't know we are together. They've speculated and said some nasty things.

We inevitably have to tell them sometimes. Okay, time to pop that bubble and announce our engagement.

Jared gets ready for all 3 of us to take the pic. Tic Tac ends up hopping into my lap. So we decide on Em on my left side and Jared on my right. I'm petting Tic with my ring in full view.

Before I know it Jared has already taken the picture and posted it.

He's also tagged me in it.

A very simple caption Yesss!!!

He is adorable with the things he comes up with.

The picture looks gorgeous. It's the first photo we've posted of all 4 of us. I love it. I can't wait to take more with his kids in the shot too when we see them tomorrow.

Everything feels like it's falling into place.

Chapter 8:

#Electric Touch #Jared Padalecki x reader #Former Jensen Ackles x reader #Former! Jeffery Dean Morgan x reader #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Warnings: Angst #Smut #Mention of Breakup #Unrequited Love #Fluff #Shaming #Cyberbullying #Harrassment

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 42: THE WORLD CUP

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

A/N: Katriona Cassiopeia - as always - belongs to my darling @kc-and-co

The World Cup site was situated in a wide field in the middle of Dartmoor, where Lizzie and the Parkins arrived early on the day before the final. They walked briskly in direction of the campsite, but it was still a good twenty minutes until Lizzie could make out the first signs of activity.

Passing the gate of a small stone cottage a few minutes later, they had finally arrived. The sun still hung low over the top of the dark tree line rising in the distance, the camp sprawling in front of it just beginning to stir. Smoke rose from numerous campfires, mixing with the rapidly dwindling morning fog, and the smell of eggs, bacon, burning wood and coffee pervaded the air.

Lizzie quickly lost count of how many tents they passed. Most of them were inconspicuous enough - there were Muggles nearby, after all - but she also saw some which had clearly been embellished. There was an old wizard using an outdoor shower on the side of his tent whilst singing opera, as well as a group of five witches sitting in a hot tub in a fenced-in front yard, sipping from the coffee mugs floating around their heads and giggling to themselves.

Soon, Ethan, Lewis and Harris bade them goodbye to move to a different plot as Lizzie and Skye. Lizzie was surprised at that, but when she asked if their tickets hadn’t come with a shared plot, Skye merely waved her off.

After a couple of wrong turns, much confusion, and an impromptu breakfast with a lovely French family, they had finally reached their plot. Too busy taking in her surroundings, Lizzie stopped dead in her tracks when she realised who had set up their tent right next to them.

“The chances of you being anything less than thirty minutes behind my calculated time of arrival were below 15 %,” said Murphy happily as he pushed his wheelchair towards them. “The most probable reasons would be getting lost, meeting old friends, or going straight for drinks. What was it?”

“What do you think, McNully?” Skye grinned broadly. “A little bit of everything.”

There was a big smirk on Katriona’s face as she emerged from hers and Murphy’s tent. “Hear, hear. I believe you owe me a Sickle.”

Murphy shrugged as he flicked his wife a coin, which she caught straight from the air. It was only then that he noticed the colour had drained from Lizzie’s face. He made a sympathetic noise.

“Judging by your more than averagely pale complexion, you either had too little sugar, too much coffee - if there even is such a thing,” he added in direction of his frowning wife, “or have inhaled a significant amount of campfire smoke. Of course, there always remains the possibility of the unexpected, which…”

“You’re camping right next to us?” Lizzie cut through Murphy’s rambling. She turned to Skye. “Did you know about this? Is that why the others left?”

“We swapped tickets with Skye’s family. We thought watching the match together would be fun,” Katriona shrugged. She nodded at Lizzie’s and Skye’s still disassembled tent. “Better get started with that. There’s a batch of espresso martinis with our names on it, and once you’re done with those, you won’t want to build that tent anymore.”

Skye practically jumped at the suggestion, Lizzie joining her more reluctantly a moment later. The two of them worked in silence for the most part, but Lizzie barely noticed what she was doing. Her mind was racing; Orion had gone to spend his summer with the McNullys, that much she knew from Skye. So far, no one had mentioned him with so much as a word, but the very idea of him being at the World Cup, too, made Lizzie’s heart sink.

When their tent stood at last and there still was no sign of him, Lizzie wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or disappointed at Orion’s absence. She went to follow Skye inside, but looking down the long row of tents, she froze.

Orion hadn’t seen them yet. He was walking with his head bowed, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. Despite herself, Lizzie’s breath hitched upon seeing him. As he came closer, she couldn’t help but think that he was looking tired.

“Look who the Kneazle dragged in,” Skye said in an unusually cheerful manner, pointedly not looking at Lizzie as she raised her voice. “Oi, Captain! Morning!”

Orion startled, his lips automatically parting to return the greeting, but when he saw Lizzie next to Skye, he closed his mouth again. Drawing back his shoulders, he brushed his hand over his hair before making his way towards them.

“A morning met with friendly faces can only be a blessed one,” he said with a smile that didn’t match the slight quiver in his voice. “I had no idea you’d join this celebration of what spirits all across the world in passion.”

“Smashing luck we got the tickets sorted out, didn’t we?”

“The universe is never lacking in surprises.”

Orion’s eyes went to Murphy and Katriona, who were suddenly deeply bent over one of Murphy’s playbooks. Either unaware or not minding the strained atmosphere, Skye elbowed Lizzie in the side.

“Funny how it goes, eh? I had no idea he’d be coming, too. Almost like the good old times, don’t you think?”

From the corner of her eye, Lizzie saw Katriona covering her face with her hand, but she paid her no mind. She tried to speak, but all of a sudden, her throat felt too constricted to do so.

“You kept us waiting,” Murphy said into the ensuing silence. “I expected you back one hour and 37 minutes ago, give or take a margin of five.”

“The way to what we search for within can’t be calculated,” Orion shrugged. “It has to be found anew every single day.”

Murphy frowned. “Figuratively, or literally?”

“Both. The colourful and lively nature of this place is nourishment for some and challenge for others. It takes time to unburden yourself from the noise to pave the way for peace.”

“And literally?”

A smile flickered across Orion’s face. “I got lost and ran into some old friends. Penny and Andre, among others.” He turned to Lizzie. “They never said you were coming.”

Lizzie shook her head. “I got my ticket somewhat last minute.”

“The Fates have been on your side, then.”

“Seems like it.”

Their dialogue felt empty; for how far removed Lizzie felt from him, Orion could be standing on the other side of a bottomless chasm instead of right in front of her. Unable to bear the tension between them any longer, Lizzie slowly backed away.

“I’d better go and tell Penny that I’m here. I haven’t seen her in forever. I think Tonks said she would come as well, and Tulip, and oh, there’s so many people to say hello to. Don’t wait for me!”

She spun around and stalked away in the opposite direction from which Orion had come. She had almost reached the end of the row of tents when he caught up with her.

“Lizzie, wait!”

Lizzie didn’t wait. She accelerated her steps and was almost around the corner when Orion finally got hold of her hand. Stopping dead in her tracks, she whirled around, forcefully pulling free of his grasp.

“What?” she asked, more sharply than she had meant to. “What do you want?”

Orion took a slight step back, his hands raised in a placative manner. “The camping site is vast. I thought if you wanted to find Andre and Penny -”

“That’s not what I meant,” Lizzie cut him off angrily, and judging by the way Orion’s eyes dropped, he was well aware of it. She pulled herself together. “Sorry, I was just…”

“Surprised?”

Lizzie huffed. “Did you know about this fantastic plan?”

She was relieved to see Orion shake his head. “I was left as much in the dark as you.”

“What were they thinking? Did they really think this would be a good idea?”

“Hope and eagerness make for bad advisors.”

Lizzie sighed. It wasn’t like they could help it now.

“What do you suggest we do?”

“Our friends have placed the dice in our hands,” Orion shrugged, “but they can’t force us to roll them.”

“A ceasefire, then?”

“How can there be a ceasefire when there has been no fighting? What was between us…” He tailed off when Lizzie flinched. “The World Cup offers plenty of diversions. Let’s try and enjoy what is right before us instead of poring about what is not.”

Lizzie considered his suggestion and eventually nodded. Not like there was much she could do about the situation, anyway. When he turned to walk back to their camp, Orion paused.

“Will you come back with me? I don’t want anyone to think we’ve been fighting.”

“Let them have their bad conscience, I don’t care. They deserve it.” Lizzie raised her face skywards, where the sun was peeking out from behind a cloud. “I, for one, will start with those diversions straightaway.”

Orion looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he inclined his head and left the way he had come. Lizzie watched after him for a moment, then tore her eyes away, braced her shoulders, and walked off in the opposite direction.

***

Lizzie didn’t manage to find any of her friends but spent the day exploring the camping site. She wandered through rows and rows of tents, feeling as if she could walk from one country straight into the next, and even took the time to follow the winding path leading to the Trillenium stadium; it was the biggest stadium she had ever seen, said to be able to contain up to a hundred thousand people.

The sun had long gone down when she made her way back to the tents. A campfire was merrily crackling in front of them, Murphy, Katriona and Skye gathered all around it. Orion was there, too, but where the others were excitedly discussing the day’s match results, he was sitting slightly to the side, quietly staring into the fire. He raised his eyes only briefly when Lizzie joined them, dropping them again quickly when she saw him looking.

The talk soon turned to the teams that hadn’t made it to the knockout rounds. Katriona and Skye were on the verge of an argument about whether Scotland and Wales had been unduly eliminated from the tournament when the approaching sound of loud and dissonant singing drew their attention.

A group of Irish wizards, all decked in four-leaved clovers, came into view. They seemed to have started their celebrations early, all carrying bottles of strong ale and leaning heavily on one another as they walked. They must have heard Skye and Katriona arguing because no sooner were they within earshot that they started hurling obscenities in their direction, most of them involving sheep, bagpipes or a combination of the two.

With a sigh, Katriona emptied her wine glass and rose to her feet.

“My intellect is wasted here. Time to go to bed before I change my mind and support Bulgaria tomorrow. You’re lucky I look horrible in red,” she nodded at Murphy, who turned his wheelchair to follow her. In passing, they exchanged a meaningful look with Skye, upon which she swigged down the rest of her beer and stood up from her seat.

“Blimey, I’m tired alright. Better get a kip in before the big match tomorrow. Jameson, Captain,” she said, tipping two fingers to her temples.

Silence settled around the campfire once the three of them were gone. Neither Lizzie nor Orion were sure of what to say, so they just sat there, holding onto their gradually warming drinks and looking into the fire.

When after several minutes neither of them had made any attempt to speak, Lizzie bit the insides of her cheek. This wasn’t how she wanted it to be between them. They had parted on good terms, and Orion wasn’t her enemy; he didn’t feel like her friend either, but that wasn’t something she couldn’t change.

Gathering her courage, Lizzie got up and sat next to him. Orion stiffened but smiled tentatively when she held her drink out to him. Touching bottles, they drank, still not speaking, until Orion eventually asked:

“Did you manage to find Penny, after all?”

Lizzie shook her head. “I got lost as soon as I turned the corner.”

“Did you really?” Orion hummed in response. “Or did you just walk a path you didn’t know the destination of?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“That depends on whether you’re at the end of the path or its beginning.”

Lizzie thought about this for a moment and then shrugged. “I saw a good bit of the campsite, in any case. Unbelievable, how many people there are.”

“Isn’t it beautiful to see the world united in passion for a common cause?”

“I don’t know if ‘united’ is the word I’d use,” Lizzie said wryly. “I was glad I wasn’t wearing anything green when I passed through the Bulgarian camp. I’ve never seen so many posters of Victor Krum in my life.”

“The hopes of a nation are resting on his shoulders. The Irish Beaters will have a hard time getting their Bludgers at him tomorrow.”

“Connolly and Quigley are in great form. They’ll manage.”

“Whose will to win burns brighter will be revealed soon enough.” Orion’s lips twitched. “I don’t doubt Murphy will give you all the details you never even dreamed of.”

The ease of treading on familiar ground lifting her mood, Lizzie giggled into her almost empty bottle. “My ears are ringing already.”

They shared a laugh, and after having talked about the final a little longer, fell silent. The stillness between them stretched, only broken by the crackling of wood bursting in the fire.

“How are you doing in Montrose?”

Orion had spoken quietly, so much so that Lizzie nearly hadn’t heard him. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she put on a broad smile.

“Montrose is amazing! It’s beautiful, the team is great, I love my new house, and the…”

Feeling Orion’s eyes on her, her enthusiasm faltered. She sighed.

“It’s lonely,” she admitted quietly. “I’m slowly starting to come around, but… it’s just not Wigtown, isn’t it?”

“I know the hurdles Montrose can throw in your path better than anyone. But what is an obstacle for one is just a challenge for another. I’m happy you’re taking root in your new home.”

“But?”

Orion averted his eyes. “I miss you.”

At a loss for what to say, Lizzie studied his face, lit in a warm, orange glow from the dying fire. The look on it was sad, but even so, he was so beautiful that she could have cried with how much she wanted to reach out to him.

“Have you ever wondered how things would be if everything had gone differently?” she asked with a thick voice. “If you hadn’t left that day? Or if I hadn’t taken the Magpies’ offer?”

Orion didn’t answer her for a long time.

“Wondering about roads untravelled is futile,” he said when Lizzie was sure he wouldn’t respond at all. “Our decisions have led us to this point, and they cannot be erased. It’s the only certainty we have.”

He shook his head and chuckled sadly.

“We were foolish, Lizzie. We should have accepted our fates a long time ago. Whatever we do, we circle back to the same junction in our path over and over again. I wonder if we’ll ever be able to move on and find happiness elsewhere. Or if we are doomed to orbit one another forever, without ever reaching our equilibrium.” The look in his eyes as he raised them to meet Lizzie’s was troubled. “The truth is, I don’t know. No one knows. Our fates are written in the stars, and they were from the beginning. We just never took the time to listen.”

There was such a defeated finality to his voice that Lizzie struggled to speak. When she did, her voice sounded far away, as if she had to force it from her mouth.

“What if I don’t like what our stars have to say?”

“Fate is not for us to decide. All we can do is play the cards we have been dealt.”

Orion rose to his feet and was almost past Lizzie when she quietly said:

“Do you wish our hands were different?”

Orion paused, as if making to say something, but instead, he shook his head and turned away. Without looking back, he stepped from the ring of firelight and vanished into the shadows of his tent.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #murphy mcnully #skye parkin #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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MC had not seen Jake since that one day in duskwood that was over 6 months ago, he told her that he would contact her when he was able to. MC was now living in duskwood MC Jessy were sharing an apartment Jessy had helped her get a job at the Aurora Phil happily said yes.

Things had been going well. MC kept herself busy trying to keep her mind off Jake, everytime her phone rang or buzzed her heart stopped thinking it would be Jake. Her heart broke into a million pieces all over again she kept wondering if he had forgotten about her. Did he want her to move on from him? Phil had been getting close to MC; he wasn't all that bad looking.

Christmas was coming up MC and Jessy had just bought a tree and we're busy decorating it when Jessy's phone buzzed.

Jessy: that's probably Richy, I bet he's forgot what time to come round

Richy: Hey beautiful, what time did you say to come round?

Jessy: I knew you would forget you can come round now

Richy: okay, see you soon X

Jessy: yep I was right

MC: he's really lucky to have you in his life

Jessy: I'm sorry MC, we can have a girls night of you want

MC: no it's okay, the distraction will do me good

Jessy: I'm sure he will contact you soon don't give up hope

MC: I'm trying to I really am, it's just so hard I love him

Jessy: I know you do, come on let's go get some wine

MC: that's a good idea

They went into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses and the wine. There was a knock at the door. Jessy went to answer and let Richy in; he had bought a couple bottles of wine and tequila.

All 3 had an amazing night laughing and joking with lots of drinking, the next morning MC woke up with a hangover thankfully she had some painkillers and a bottle of water by her bed. After taking the painkillers she got up and went to make coffee Jessy was already up and was feeling hungover.

MC: remind me not to drink tequila again

Jessy: my head hurts never again

MC: What happened to Richy?

Jessy: He's still passed out on the bed

MC: I need coffee and a shower

After taking a shower MC felt a little better she still had some last minute Christmas shopping to do, once she was ready she headed out into town. The shops were busy, everyone rushing about trying to get their gifts. After MC had finished she decided to treat herself to a coffee and a slice of cake.

MC went into the rainbow cafa and placed her order, she found a seat near the window and sat down. The waitress bought her coffee and cake. MC took a bite of the cake and it tasted so good.

After MC had finished she made her way back home and wrapped up the gifts, she placed them under the tree. After a busy day MC decided to go run a hot bath and get an early night.

The next day MC woke feeling a lot better. It was now Christmas eve, everyone was coming over tomorrow for Christmas dinner there was so much to sort out. Thankfully Cleo was bringing the desserts and Hannah and Lilly were coming round in the morning to help with the cooking.

Later that day MC had just finished work and was now heading back home, when she arrived back home she could hear Jessy and Richy talking to someone. When she opened the door she was greeted by someone she thought she would never see again.

Jake: MC?

MC: What the…Jake is that you? What are you doing here?

Jake: yes it's me, I came back to be with you

MC: But I thought it was too dangerous? And why the hell didn't you tell me? I've been so worried

Jake: I understand I am sorry I didn't let you know, I wanted to surprise you I am no longer being followed by the FBI I am free

MC ran over to Jake and put her arms around Jake holding on to him as tight as she could, she couldn't believe that Jake was really here. She stepped back looking into his eyes. He had beautiful bright blue eyes.

MC: I can't believe you are really here I've missed you so much

Jake: I've missed you to MC more than I can say

MC: I love you Jake

Jake: I love you MC

Everything was coming together so well MC felt like she could take on the world now that she had Jake back in her life.

The next morning MC woke early, Jake was still asleep. She got out of bed and opened up her wardrobe pulling out a gift for Jake.

Jake: Merry Christmas my love

MC: Merry Christmas my handsome hacker I've got you a gift

Jake: You have? Thank you so much

MC handed Jake the gift inside the box was a picture inside a frame, it was the first picture that they took together the first time they met.

Jake: MC I love it, thank you so much

MC: I'm glad you like it

Jake: I have a gift for you

Jake reached over to his backpack and pulled out a box, he handed it to MC to open as she took the paper off she opened up the box and inside was a beautiful heart pendant.

MC: OMG, Jake it's beautiful thank you so much I love it

Jake: you are welcome my angel

Jake helped MC put on the pendant. It looked beautiful around her neck, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly.

MC: this is going to be a wonderful Christmas

Jake: I agree, it's going to be perfect

#duskwood #everbyte game #duskwood jake #duskwood hacker #iamjake #i love you jake #duskwood jake x mc #jake x mc #he loves me #i love you #i love him #duskwood jessy #duskwood richy #merry christmas #true love

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