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joongbin · 1 year ago

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Okay so this request is going to be based around the same m!reader from the abs request, how do you think skz would overall act around this m!reader? Like on and off camera/concert/stage, skz talker, fan meetings, fancalls, interviews, live streams, filming m/v's, airports, etc... like just headcanons around him generally and how they act around him/with him/when he is mentioned. With or without the members or even around other idols which i think would be very interesting to see.

always with me. - SKZ!OT8

summary › basically how they act around you.

genre › fluff?? i think

pairings › ot8 x 9th mbr!m!reader (seperate)

warnings › none.

a/n: sorry for the long wait on this request!! tried to write it as best as i could!

BANG CHAN

Chan would act a little more affectionate towards you as a crush. But on camera, he tries to not do this behaviour too much or people will start catching on. He only does this off camera.

He's always clinging on to your arm or hand or waist to just feel your bicep or abs, while he tries not to make it too obvious. I mean, he doesn't want other members to catch on..

Whenever you're mentioned, he immediately perks up, wanting to hear whatever comes right after that. He'll correct any misinformation about you because he doesn't want STAYs to misunderstand! Totally not because he just likes you or anything and doesn't want anything to happen to you .. no..

Around other idols, he's the same as he is off-camera with you, all clingy and stuff. Other idols don't mind the behaviour, they find it pretty endearing actually! I mean, he tried to kiss you so many times already, but let's keep quiet about that.

I think this behaviour would sometimes come out at airports. He can't help himself! You're just so cute and buff as hell, he just wants you to know how much he cares for you.

He can be spotted looking at you from afar in SKZ-TALKERS while you're talking to the mic, you always point him out with a chuckle, but you know it's just a little joke that he likes to play on you.

Other idols state that he just loves you alot. And you're probably his favourite stray kid of them all!

LEE KNOW

Lee Know would be the same on and off camera. He's not afraid to show the world that he likes you! He loves touching your abs

He would always be spotted trying to kiss you. Facing you with duck lips. And always points to his cheek, indicating that he wants you to kiss his cheek. Pretends to be whiny of you refuse to kiss the man's cheek.

In airports, he just makes sure you're not uncomfortable or anything. He knows your strong, so safety really wasn't a problem for you.

Around other idols, with him is always like handling an actual child. He holds your hand like the entire night you're there. It's like he super glued his hands to yours.

During concerts is where it's a bit .. wilder, since in SKZ-TALKERS, MAKING FILMS, interviews, etc. can be edited, concerts can't. Always slapping your butt, touching your abs when you're not looking, saying that you look like Doongie when you have ginger/blond hair, saying that you look like Soonie when you have brown hair. And many more.

People just say he's fucking whipped and he is.

SEO CHANGBIN

Changbin is also like Lee Know, but more .. affectionate and aegyo-y. He has said many things about you that you wish to forget. On one of the MV FILMINGs, he said that he would sell his soul to the devil just to have your abs. You .. didn't really know why.

Watches every TikTok you make. And literally begs the manager to dance with you whenever a comeback happens. The manager would usually let you guys collab, but on some occasions, they wouldn't do it because of allegations.

At airports, he likes matching outfits with you. You wear a dog shirt, he has one too! A cat shirt? He has one! Bear shirt? You guessed it, he has one too. STAYs like it, so he continues doing it and holds your hand since he knows that you didn't exactly like the lights flash on your face.

He also likes sitting on your lap. On every SKZ-TALKER, you will always see him on your lap no matter what or his arms wrapped around your waist, or he's checking out your arms. Or he's just around you doing stuff. He's clung on to you, what do you expect?

At concerts, he is 100% going to try and kiss you. Any couple questions? He is asking you to answer them with him. Headlock questions? He's asking you to do it for him. Also probably has your bubble. And saved every picture you sent.

Around other idols, he's gonna cling on to you and tells you to dance to multiple GG dances by bumping in to you. You enjoy it, and it doesn't disturb your interactions with other idols.

The other members tease him about it when you're not there or busy, but it's not like you'd know he liked you .. or?

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin is NOT brave enough to do any stuff that would expose him. He just admires you from afar. Though, that doesn't mean he isn't affectionate toward you.

Also likes laying on your lap, usually sleeps on it, though. He needs rest, and you're the only pillow he wants to sleep on.

Everytime you say something about him, instead of the usual laugh or weird look, he'd respond by agreeing with you and try give you what you want. You want his lips? He's gonna try to kiss you. You want his hair?

He really likes hugging you. Everytime you just stand at an interview or just standing doing something, he's always gonna be behind you with his arms around your waist while he moves you side to side.

Arm is always over your shoulder. Like he's clingy but he doesn't show it alot. It's more subtle.

Around other idols, he's not gonna try anything. Like anything. He wouldn't even try to do that. He's scared of what will happen if people catch on that he likes you. His reputation would be ruined.

At concerts, he's a bit more braver, singing your parts with you, or rapping your parts. Making a few adlibs about you, his arm usually around your shoulder as you bop your head to the music.

People don't really know that he likes you, and he wants it to stay that way.

HAN JISUNG

Also another one that tries to kiss you 24/7. Every single time he gets the chance, you will see him face you with duck lips. There's times where you tease him by trying to kiss him back, and there's times where you push his face away to face the camera.

Oh you thought he was babygirl enough? Nope. He's even more babygirl around you. He literally loves being around you. He likes sleeping on you, he likes eating with you, he likes doing everything with you basically.

Also soothes him whenever he's having an anxiety attack. Whenever he does, he clings on to you while you comfort him until he's fine.

Calls you Lee Know's 4th cat because you act like one. Probably mistook you for Soonie one time when you had brown hair.

Around other idols, he's like half of what he is. He does not want his idol friends to know how he is like you off camera. He still likes to be around you though.

On concerts, he wants you to sing or rap his parts alot. Of course, he does that on his own, but hearing his parts in your voice makes him absolutely whipped.

During the reaction of Your Eyes or There, he's not gonna react like how he reacts with other members. He's gonna scream x10 louder when he sees you rizzing up the camera, and stream your part on 400 different devices.

Whenever you're mentioned, he has a giant smile on his face, like stupidly big. That's how much he likes you.

LEE FELIX

Felix just outright stares at you. Or well, your arms whenever you flex them in SKZ-TALKERS. I mean, can you blame the man? He loves them.

Bites his lips everytime he squishes them. Like, it's so incredibly obvious that he likes you but he thinks he's so slick. It's fucking hilarious.

Also saves your pictures on every single social media. And also favourites edits of you. His whole FYP is probably just you. It's not creepy, he just likes you.

At concerts, he really likes to touch your abs. Like, you can't stop this man. I mean, everyone thinks it's funny. And kinda cute?

Likes being affectionate around you. Cheers you on, also matches clothes with you. He buys matching clothes for you whenever he's out shopping. And also buys you keychains to match, and always sees one of the keychains on your bag, the others are usually on your wall just hanging.

Around other idols, he just sits from afar while talking to some other idol, but he does look at you, just wanna make sure you're safe .. even though you could probably bodyslam anyone who even tries to hurt you.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Teases you just a little more than he does with other members. He just likes how you laugh at his jokes about you or other members. Your laugh is like music to his ears.

Not bold enough to try anything. But does lay on your lap or sit on it. That much he will do. Also sometimes squishes your biceps when he feels like he wants to.

In SKZ-TALKERS, the most you'll see him doing is sleep on your lap. He doesn't wanna try anything that will raise suspicion about his crush on you.

At concerts, he tries to be subtle about touching you or teasing you but really, every STAY that's there can see him know that he likes you.

Listens to your covers in the SKZ-PLAYER or your songs. In interviews, when asked what's his favourite song, it's always a song written by you. Like always. And he listens to that dong on repeat.

Around other idols, he's like Felix. Just sitting and looking at you interact with other idols. Just looking at you ... And how the cloth just wraps around your biceps .... And sometimes when you wear a bodysuit .. your abs show .. and .. okay, getting distracted.

YANG JEONGIN

He's still so shy around you. Everytime you speak to him, he stutters alot. Your voice is just so nice, he can't help it. And he can't really pay attention whenever you talk because he's paying attention to your abs.

Also likes teasing you a bit for being like a cat, calling you Soonie/Doongie/Dori.

Likes singing and listening to your songs! Whether it was a cover or not, he sings it regardless. Maybe in some SKZ-TALKERS, you can hear him sing in the background!

Buys you skincare. Like, he wants you to take care of your skin! Loves whenever you mention his gifts to you in your vlogs! It makes him kick his feet and giggle.

Actually kisses you on the cheek whenever you ask for it. Like genuinely does it. I mean, it's a chance to kiss you so he might as well take it, right?

With other idols, he's just like Seungmin and Felix. He's too shy, so he's just sitting there while talking to his members and his idol friends.

At concerts, he sings with you. He can't really rap, but he tries and STAYs think it's so cute!

#stray kids #stray kids x y/n #skz #skz fanfic #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #skz fluff #bang chan x male reader #lee know x male reader #seo changbin x male reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x male reader #lee felix x male reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #skz headcanons #headcanon #x male reader #x male y/n

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amymbona · 4 months ago

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What if Dilf!Art was put into the ballet instructor au?? Like After the tennis match that Art and Patrick had, that hugged confirmed a friendship again. Of course Art and Patrick retired, tired of the pressure tennis put on them, the pressure of being with Tashi. So Art and Patrick remained close friends, living close to each other, having their daughters be friends. When Patrick put Eleanor into ballet classes Art thought it would be good for Lily to something different than her dad and mom did. So both of the girls had ballet classes, being in the class, being taught by the same lovely ballet teacher. Now Patrick was the one who absolutely fell in love with her first, if we’re doing timelines. He talked about her to Art, and he really didn’t think anything of it, because he didn’t pay much attention, not when he would go picking up his happy daughter with her arms interlocked with Eleanor’s as they skipped towards him and Patrick. But when the ballet teacher spoke softly to Art about Lily’s improvements in ballet he immediately understood Patrick’s obsession. She was so soft and caring, so youthful, it was something Art definitely needed throughout his life. Art thought the same things Patrick did, that she was the one who could probably take away all of his problems, all of those days he’d eat such bland food for his tennis diet, pushing himself so he could make Tashi proud, doing anything for Tashi but nothing was ever enough, she wanted good tennis and he wanted love. (IM SORRY, I WANT BOTH MEN)

Okay so this is actually fucking insane 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

You don't even notice their growing affection towards you, especially Art's. You've known Patrick for quite a while and so you're used to him being, how to say it... friendly. Really fucking friendly. Subtly touching you, complimenting the way you treat his darling daughter and make sure she gets to develop her talent.

And poor Art is feeling completely distressed, as if he wasn't capable of even half of whatever Patrick can do. He tries to joke with you and you respond equally as softly, even giggling at some of his silly jokes. He thinks you're an angel, but he's also afraid you like Patrick more. At least you don't make any decisions considering the kids, because you've been treating his Lily as if she was here since the beginning.

Art brings the topic of you once, when the boys are alone, which is the first time that it happens (as Patrick was usually the one to rant about you).

"She's really pretty."

"Who?" Patrick asks without looking up from his phone, probably thinking he's talking about some random celebrity.

"Lily and El's ballet teacher," Art mumbles.

Patrick teases the living hell out of Art that evening. And he makes sure to pay attention to his blonde friend's behaviour the next time they go to pick their girls up from practice. A pleasant discovery is made when Art stutters as he attempts to respond to something your say and his cheeks heat up like two full strawberries. Yeah, he makes fun of it.

But it also gets poor Patrick worried, considering everything that has happened over the last fifteen years... When Art got chosen by Tashi and favored by the whole tennis industry. The cutest one of the two. And considering your own softness and the ethereal aura of your being, he's thinking you might choose Art over him.

Without knowing or ever discussing it, the two friends become jealous of once another, or rather afraid, both of them finding themselves so deeply attached to you. Two confident men who used to be so smug and full of themselves are reduced to worried babies that can't help but feel neglected.

Luckily, their smart girls pick up on their dads' distress. Unaware of the reason, they play detectives and they dump their suspicionw on you. When you're talking with Art and Patrick the next time while the girls are changing in the locker rooms, you bring that topic up.

"The girls told me that you two have been having some issues. They said that you look worried. Is something going on?"

You speak to them like you're an angel sent from the heavens above, they really both want to drop to their knees and cry until you decide to be merciful enough and take them into your arms. The little frown of worry on your face and the crease between your brows are enough to send both of their hearts beating faster.

"Worried?" Patrick asks with a casual chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Do we look worried Art?"

You asshole, Art thinks, shooting his friend a glance. "I- I don't think so. Perhaps we're just getting older. A mid-life crisis, you know."

A giggle from your mouth gets them both to tremble on their feet.

"Okay, okay, I won't pry," you assure them with a nod and that beautiful smile of yours, "But if you feel like talking to someone, don't be afraid to reach out."

You pat both of their shoulders delicately, Art just ends up glancing at you with an open mouth as you move while Patrick has to physically prevent himself from grabbing you and stopping you from walking away.

Later in the evening, when their girls are asleep, they discuss your existence over the phone. Luckily, still on the best friend wavelength, they both come up with the same ideas. Somehow getting you close to them, closer than a normal ballet teacher should be to her students' parents, especially a father. Especially two fathers.

#I love how we made Eleanor canon #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig blurb #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson blurb #ballet teacher!reader #ballerina!reader #ask

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wonder-kid-pugh · 1 year ago

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Falling for me... literally? - Alessia Russo x reader

It wasn't a secret that off the football pitch Alessia wasn't the most graceful person. Hell even on the pitch Alessia struggled to stay on her feet the entire time.

It was a running joke with the team that Alessia was quite possibly the clumsiest person alive. So the blonde did her best to prove her teammates wrong.

Although it didn't quite work out most of the time.

But overtime Alessia had made peace with it. As embarrassing as it was it was true. That despite her profession she wasn't the best on her feet. Even if she had accepted it, it didn't mean that she sometimes hated that fact.

Especially now.

"Ella shut up!" Alessia groans as Ella continues to cackle beside her as they enter the hospital.

Ella tries to stop but it only turns to giggles instead. "I'm sorry" she says not really sounding sorry at all. But another grin over takes her face as she falls into laughter again. "I just can't wait for you to explain what happened".

Alessia blushes crimson as Ella bursts out laughing again gaining the attention of other people. Alessia ducked her head down not wanting to drag anymore attention to herself.

Alessia instead busiest herself with admitting her details all while trying to ignore Ella who continuously teased her.

Surprisingly they weren't waiting all that long before someone came and saw her.

Alessia was in the middle of rolling her eyes at her best friend as she poked more fun at her when someone flew into the room.

"Sorry about that" you apologize when you see how the blonde jumped at the sudden entry. Sending her a quick smile hoping it would help her calm down. "I'm still new here. Still trying to find my bearings".

But Alessia couldn't answer. She was too busy staring at how beautiful you looked.

She was jolted out of it by a swift elbow to her side from her teammate. Her face pinkened as she gave you a sheepish smile. "It's...It's fine".

You return it and Alessia swears that if she was hooked up to one of those heart monitors she would have been screwed. "Well what brings you here today?"

Alessia rolls her eyes contemplating hitting her friend when she hears her failing to hide her chuckles but instead settles for focusing on the pretty nurse in front of her.

But it seems she's saved from explaining when your eyes flicker up to her eyebrow.

"Mind if I take a look?" You ask as you get gloves on. Alessia nods quietly as you walk closer to her. Even with the blonde sitting down you were just barely at her height standing up. But you were thankfully able to get a clear look at her eyebrow coming level with her eyes.

Which you struggled to not pay attention when her blue orbs were fixed on you.

You kiss your teeth as you look at the small split right off her eyebrow. "Ouch what happened here?"

Alessia blushes furiously which she blames on the fact that Ella once again bursts our laughing instead of how gently your touching her face. "Um".

"She has an ongoing fued with gravity" Ella teases thinking that her best friend is currently flustered due to her teasing not the pretty girl checking out her split head. "Less can't seem to stay on her feet for long periods of time".

Alessia glares at the brunette hoping that it would shut her up. But she doesn't get the hint. She opens her mouth to tease the blonde some more but she's cut off by her phone ringing.

Ella takes out her phone and sends the striker a small smile. "Sorry it's Joe".

But Alessia waves her off almost as if relived for the reprieve. "It's okay go take it".

Ella looks over her almost as if to make sure it's okay before she ducks out of the room to answer the call.

"Sorry about her" Alessia sighs softly.

But you just chuckle as you shake her head. "Don't be" you reassure her as your raise an eyebrow at her, "we all have that one friend".

Alessia laughs and nods but immediately stops when pain shoots through her head and she winces.

You frown at the girl's visible pain. "So what really happened?" You ask as you focus back on the wound. Careful not to cause her anymore pain.

Alessia pursues her lips before sighing rubbing her hands on her thighs nervously.

"I..." Alessia starts but relents when you smile softly at her. "I tripped" she admits with a small shrug, "I tripped and I hit my head off the corner of the couch".

You raise an eyebrow at her, "So there's some truth behind what your friend was saying?"

Alessia blushes and lets out a small cough trying to deflect. But you just give her arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay. It's cute" you wink and giggle when you see how red the blonde gets.

You give her a grin before going back to her wound. You were so focused on her wound that you didn't see how she looked at you. How it gave Alessia the perfect opportunity to check you out while you were so close and so focused on something else.

If you had been paying attention you would have noticed all of that. Especially how big her grin was when she saw how you had to go on your tippy toes at times.

"So how are you feeling?" You ask as your eyes flicker down to hers.

Alessia's eyes widened thinking she was caught but eventually stumbled back an answer. "oh uh...fine just a headache really". Almost as if to prove a point she winces once more as you gently prod a tender area.

You raise another eyebrow at her as she smiles sheepishly at being caught. "Okay and maybe a bit sore".

You hum as you look her over putting your hand to her forehead to check her temp as she was incredibly flush. "Any dizziness? Nausea?" But that just earned you a small head shake from the girl.

"How long ago was this?" You ask as you take off your gloves.

Alessia shrugs, "Not long. We came straight here cause Ella was worried about a concussion. And we weren't waiting long. So I'd say a little over an hour ago?"

You grin at her as you cross your arms and you lean back against the wall. "Yeah that was me. I saw you in the waiting room and said we better get you out of there before people realized who you were".

Alessia nearly chokes on air. "You know who I am?" Already blushing at the fact that the pretty girl knows who she is.

"Yeah my niece adores you guys". You give her a sly grin. "I brought her to some of the Euro games. We were there when you scored you backheel". You rolled your eyes lightly but judging by your smile it was playful, "After that my niece wouldn't shut up about you after that. So thanks for that".

Alessia bites the inside of her cheek but that doesn't nothing to stop the smile blooming on her face. "Sorry about that".

You shrug, "It's fine. I guess there's worst things to talk about than a pretty girl".

Alessia can't do anything but blush unable to say anything in fear of coming off like an idiot. But she's saved when Ella barges into the room again.

"So what's the verdict Doc?" She asks oblivious to the conversation she interrupted.

You give her an amused look before focusing back on the blonde. "Well it looks like you are very lucky Miss Russo". Your arms cross and Alessia has to force herself to focus on what your saying rather than how look they look in your scrub top. "You have no signs of concussion. And the wound isn't deep so that's good which means we could probably do strips rather than stitches".

Alessia nods along but it's Ella who answers. "That's great news Less". Alessia nods along thankful that it's not serious enough for her to miss the end of the season.

"Perfect. I'll get you sorted out and then you'll be good to go" you nod as you move around collecting what you need.

Ella throws her thumb over her shoulder, "I'll give Mark a call and update him".

Alessia nods and waves her off as the midfielder once again leaves.

Alessia once again fixates on you as you put back on gloves and begin to work on her wound. "So you came to the Euro's games?"

You smile your eyes flickering down to hers briefly before focusing back on the task at hand. "Yeah my niece it seems inherited my love for football and her mother doesn't see the appeal so I took her to the games".

"Unfortunately I was working for the final though so her mom had to take her" you sighed as you gently put on the first steri strip to hold the wound closed and allow it to heal. "But I got a blow by blow from my niece about how amazing the Lionesses were".

Alessia smiles seeing how you talk about your niece. "How old is she?"

You smile grows thinking of your niece, "Lucy is eight and in love with anything Football and will probably combust when she hears I met you today".

Alessia goes to nod but immediately stops when you tisk her and hold her head in place as to not disrupt her work. What you didn't notice was how you stopped her by cupping her face which immediately stopped Alessia in her tracks.

Alessia clears her throat as she tries to deflect from her definitely reddening face. "Who does she support? The blonde asks with a grin.

You pause briefly to grin amusedly at her, "Why are you going to ask for someone else to treat you if I say I'm a city fan?"

Alessia despite knowing (and also hoping) that you were joking can't help but play along. "Maybe" she says cheekily as she smiles at you.

You scoff but can't help but let the smile slip through as you pull off your gloves. "Well then. Too bad cause I'm already done".

You hold up a small mirror, "If you look closely I spelt out City in the strips".

Alessia rolls her eyes. "Haha very funny".

"I know I am" you quip back with a wink and a grin.

Before either one of you can continue your banter Ella enters the room again. "Well that's you all sorted out". You look at Alessia, "Someone will be by to tell you anything you need to know about looking after them for the next day or so. And they'll also get you sorted with all the discharge work".

Alessia nods and smiles at you losing all her words at that moment.

"Well I hope you have a nice evening and don't have anymore fights with a couch" you tease with earns a snort from Ella.

"No promises" Alessia quips back which shocks her friend but ignores it for the moment.

You smirk as you head to leave the room, "Good luck with the rest of your season".

Alessia bites her lip seeing your about to leave. But she needs to know. "Wait!" She starts which honestly scares her best friend not expecting it. She takes a breath as you stop and turn around in the doorway. "What club do you support?"

You shrug playfully crossing your arms once more as Alessia forces herself to keep focused on your eyes. "I am a fan of the Gunners" you say as Ella lets out a loud groan. But right before you leave you wink at her. "But I don't know. United have been looking pretty good recently".

And with that she leaves not notice the love sick look Alessia is left with as you walk away to carry on with your day.

Alessia can't help but stare after you hoping to catch another glimpse but it seems her best friend is focused on other things.

"What does she mean recently? We're always good!"

***

Two days.

It had been two days and you still consumed Alessia's mind. So much so that when she went back to the hospital under the guise that she just wanted to be sure she was fully fit to play again she couldn't help but ask for you.

Which she was only disappointed to hear that you weren't working today.

And thus her plan failed.

So for the past 2 days she has had to suffer Ella telling the entire team how she slipped and ended up going to the hospital and got flustered when she had to explain everything to you.

Thankfully she didn't know that the real reason she was so flustered was because of you, so she was saved from the constant teasing from her teammates.

A small mercy she supposed.

So when she told the team that she couldn't go to practice because she had to get checked up at the hospital it was really a plan to hopefully see you.

And if she could manage it maybe ask you out.

Only she didn't consider that it would be your day off when she thought of it. Which meant she was now alone with the day to herself.

So she went for a run.

She hadn't been training since she had split her head. And she was starting to get restless from not doing anything and decided a small run wouldn't hurt anyone.

She was only gone an hour before she was coming back up to her house. But as she was coming up to her house she started to slow down as her attention is on the massive moving truck.

Curious as always Alessia alows down to try and get a peak and what kind of stuff her new neighbors has.

But of course as if the universe was punishing her for being nosey. Her foot catches on the curb sending her tumbling. Alessia staggers forward her hand held out to try and catch herself. And right as she's sure she's about to eat the pavement, someone catches her.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose..."

Alessia immediately perked up as her head snapped towards the voice.

"Like I mean there's no possible way someone could be this clumsy without it being on purpose" you tease as you grin down at her.

Alessia was too in shock to even respond as she just dumbly stared at you.

But it seems that you catch her stare as you raise an eyebrow at her with a teasing smirk. "Or maybe you just wanted another excuse to come see me at the hospital?"

Alessia was sure that her face was as red as the jersey she wore. "I uh I don't..."

But you just shook your head as your crossed your arms as Alessia busied herself with straightening herself up. "I'm new but I'm already the talk of the nurses station apparently". You tilt your head at her, "I suppose that what happens when one of the Lionesses comes in and asks for you by name".

Alessia bites her lip knowing that she's been caught. "Uh...". But when she sees the smile your trying to contain she relaxes even the tiniest bit. "Okay yeah. I did".

You hold you hand to your chest as your face morphs in mock shock. "God I'm honored. Truly!"

Alessia scoffs lightly but smiles in good humor. "Well maybe I should be the one that's worried" Alessia teases trying to turn it back on you. "I mean your the one that's following me".

But it just earns a smirk from you as you lean up against the moving truck. "Actually no I'm not". You jut a thumb at the truck, "I'm using my day off to move into my new place".

Alessia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Her mouth dropped as you giggled at her.

"You...your going to be living....here?" Alessia says as she points to the apartment building right beside of them. When you nodded, her smile seemed to widen.

"Judging by your reaction, I guess I'm talking to my new neighbor?" You ask.

Alessia just smiles widely at you, "Hi".

You chuckle but can't help but notice how cute the forward is.

This seems to enbolden her as her chest puffs out a bit in confidence. "Do you need a hand with all your stuff? She asks as she leans over to look into the truck.

You lick your lips as you bite your lip before shaking your head. "No...I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm sure that's not how you would want to spend your day off".

But Alessia is quick to wave you off as she moves to grab one of the boxes by the edge of the truck. "Not at all! Seriously it's fine. Beside it looks like you already have most of it done. I'll just help you with the last of it". She flashes you a smile which makes your heart soar. "Consider it a thank you for helping me out the other day".

Now it's your turn to blush at the praise while Alessia internally cheers at the achievement.

"Well it's nice to know it's healing up nicely" you say as you brush some of the loose hairs out of her face to have a look at the old wound.

And if Alessia wasn't scared of dropping your stuff, she definitely would have dropped the box.

It seems like you catch yourself in the moment as you blush again before backing up thinking you were making the blonde uncomfortable.

You clear your throat as you grab another box and nod in thanks. "Thank you".

Alessia smiles back at you as she nods her head towards the building, "Lead the way".

You lead the way up to your apartment but of course the lift isn't working meaning the two of you have to trudge up and down the stairs with the last remaining boxes. It took about another 5 trips but the two of you got the job done.

"Thank you so much for all your help" you thank her as you flop back down to the couch.

Thankfully that came with the apartment so it was one of the few things you didn't need to carry up the stairs.

She takes a deep breath as she puts down the box on the ground with the others. "It's no problem" she says as she drops down onto the couch with you.

You give her a look, "Really it was". You playfully groan as your head drops onto the back of the couch. "I don't think I would have managed another trip up and down those stairs".

"The benefit of having a professional athlete as a neighbor?" She offers with a smile.

The two of you fall into laughter before you check the time. "Well the least I could do for taking up your evening is offer you dinner". You see her open her mouth most likely to argue but you just take her hand which was in-between you on the couch.

"It will be no hassle at all and I was planning on getting a takeout anyways. I have nothing in the fridge and even if I did I don't think I have the energy to make anything" you add. It seems that Alessia contemplate for a second before sighing and nodding.

"Great!" You smile as you squeeze her hand before getting up from the couch. "Pizza okay with you?"

Alessia nods also standing up. "Yeah that's perfect". She points her thumb over her shoulder at the door. "I'm just going to go freshen up is that alright?"

You nod before realizing you probably need to do the same. "Yeah that's fine. I probably need to do the same". You peel your shirt off you only realizing now how it was slicked with sweat.

Alessia laugh at the disgusted look on your face to which you roll your eyes. "What apartment are you? Will I come up to you when it's here or...."

Alessia nearly winces thinking how messy her apartment is right now. "No. Uh I'm right about you. And I won't take long so I'll come back down".

You grin as you nod, "Alright but if your not down in time I'll just bang the brush on the roof".

Alessia laughs as she walks out of the apartment. The moment she hit the stairs and knew you couldn't see she bolted up the stairs. Knowing how long it took her to get ready, she had the quickest shower of her life before rushing around to get ready to meet you back downstairs.

But she made sure to grab something before heading back down again.

She knocked on the door as she rocked on the balls of her feet waiting. You opened the door with a smile as you nodded you head in, "Perfect timing it was just delivered there".

She smiled as she followed you in as she hid the bag she brought drop beside the couch as the two of you tucked into the pizza.

There never seemed to be a lull between you. The conversation just flowed effortlessly. As much as you tried to turn the conversation to Alessia, she made it clear that she was interesting in your life as she asked about being a doctor. She was also surprised to find out you were a former field medic.

Although that did explain your physique.

But you remained adamant that you wanted to learn more about her as well. But not the superstar Alessia Russo. The questions were aimed more towards how she go into soccer as well as her family. Not wanting to pry into her professional life in fear of overstepping.

It was so easy to talk to her. So easy that you didn't realize how late it was getting.

"God I can't believe it's 10:30" you say shocked when you see the time. Due to it being the summer, the sun always set late which always gave off the false illusion of time to you.

"Yeah it's crazy" Alessia nods as she puts the wine glasses over in the sink.

It was only as you were cleaning up did you realize the bag that Alessia had hid when she came back. "What's this?"

Alessia blushes as she scratched the back of her head. "Uh well it's kinda the real reason I came to the hospital to see you?" She motions for you to open the bag only to find a Manchester United jersey with her name and number on the back signed.

"I thought that you could give it to your niece?" She said slowly before adding, "And I was thinking that whenever your free I could get you tickets to a game?" Her eyes widen, "Only if you would want to now! I wouldn't want to force you to!"

You shake your head as your heart once again soars at the sweet gesture. "This is amazing Alessia. Your too kind. Thank you".

But you smirk as you couldn't help but tease her. "What about me though?"

She tilts her head at you and you have to hold yourself back from audibly awing at how cute she is. It almost resembles a puppy to you.

"What? No jersey for me?" You ask wiggling your eyebrows at her letting you know your teasing.

But she seemingly plays along with you. "I didn't know if I would be able to convince you to wear it. Seeing as your a Gunners Girl".

You let out a little laugh as you moves towards her. Most people would be intimidated by the height difference. But you were used to it in your years with the army and had grown used to tougher situations. "Well I mean it would take some convincing I mean..."

By the way your eyes had flickered down from her eyes to her lips and back up again, Alessia took that as her sign.

"Maybe a date?" Alessia chances as she hopes she didn't read the situation wrong. "Would convince you I mean?"

You bite your lip but it does nothing to hide the smile on your face. "I mean" you start with a grin. "It would have to be a pretty amazing date with someone pretty special". You wink at her, "I mean I don't wear just anyone's jersey you know?"

Alessia smiled at your banter. "Well I hear that number 23 for United is pretty good".

You nod with a smile, "Hmm I heard that too". You tilt your head up at her. "How about we settle this with a little wager then?"

"I'm listening" Alessia agrees.

"Well if that number 23 can score again in their upcoming game against Arsenal...then I guess I'll agree to going on a date with you".

Alessia couldn't help but feel both competitive and giddy. "You should know that she has a good track record for scoring against Arsenal" she challenges raising an eye at you.

But you just nod subtly licking your lips as you look at her before looking back up at those gorgeous sky blue eyes and breath out.

"That's what I'm counting on".

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo x y/n #manchester united women #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso #manchester united wfc

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serena-babes · 8 months ago

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Sweet Melody ‧₊˚✩彡

You and Lucifer getting ready for a night on the town! ⋆｡°✩

Lucifer x Reader 1151 words!

Fluff!

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It was Saturday, the castle was warm, and your presence had become known over the years around the estate. Once cold hallways filled with dust and cobwebs, now have fresh flowers and candles being blown out as the morning rays hit the floor. Lucifer had slowly but surely become comfortable in his home as well as hell once again, which is why it didn't take much convincing to convince him to go to a jazz club on the east side of the Pride Ring.

“Stupid knots…” Lucifer said annoyed as he tried running his brush through his unkept hair, the sleeping in from the same morning finally getting its revenge. The soft candlelight illuminates the room softly, his face is visibly annoyed but still sharp and pristine. He was completely unaware of your figure looming in the background. It wasn't until your arms wrapped around his waist he pulled the brush out of his hair, putting it down on the dresser with a soft thud.

“Need some help there love?’” you say, unraveling your arms from his waist. Lucifer turns with a small smile, his face glowing even more when he spots your matching rings.

“You're gonna give it a shot? Good luck!” lucifer exclaimed teasingly feeling your hands move to grab his long blonde locks a smirk on his face.

You hadn't expected his hair to be… that bad. But it was.

“Love, I'm going to be honest I have no idea how it's so knotted.. I mean, I didn't think we spent that much time in bed this morning…” In response, lucifer raised his eyebrow with an amused knowing smirk on his face looking at you through the mirror

“oh .. Really?” he said in a sing-song-like tone “Didn't think we spent that much time in bed?” he continued, “I guess this confirms I could never resist you,” he said winking at you through the mirror.

“Pffpt,” you said smiling “You're so cheesy!” rolling your eyes teasingly moving out of his view to grab a hair oil.

He laughed, finding your reaction cute. “Oh? Did I get you flustered sweetheart?”

You pause at his remark coming back into his point of view, your lightly dusted face showing your true feelings. Oh, he has always loved your face the soft contours of your eyes to your mouth he could look at you for hours. But that's beside the point.

“As if” you scoff

Lucifer snickered

“keep telling yourself that, love” he pestered.

“If you don't stop teasing me I'm not brushing your hair any longer,” you said threateningly, his hair slowly becoming knotless. He immediately shut his mouth, resorting to watching you work on his roots wincing every now and then which you would say a soft sorry. After a short time, his light locks had decided to behave and now you were left with silky strands that felt heavenly to run through.

“You've always had such pretty hair.” scraping your nails across his scalp fixing the last few strands into place.

Lucifer looked away in embarrassment, you were never shy about complimenting him every day but even after all these years he couldn't help but feel shy under your loving gaze.

“Stop it! You know how I feel about you saying... Such things.?” he said flustered, “well.. Are you done brushing my hair yet?” he tried to change the subject in an attempt to slow his racing heart.

“Oh? Who’s the one flustered now?” you teased poking his cheek lightly, “Truly, you've always been pretty.” you smirk

“I... I'm not flustered” he quipped back, turning away in hopes you don't notice him blushing more than he already was. But all you could do in response if laugh.

He rolled his eyes, a soft smile gracing his features no longer caring for hiding his rosy cheeks

“You're making fun of me!” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Putting the final touches on his hair, letting a single strand lay on his forehead you retreat the only thing he can see is you turning away while saying a sing-song “Maybe!”

Lucifer sighs at your leaving figure missing your fleeting touch. “Where are you going?” lucifer asked

Poking your head out of the walk-in closet “to change? What else hon? I can't go out to a jazz club of all places in what I usually wear!”

“What?! You look great! I have no idea what you talking about!” lucifer yelled back at you he always enjoyed what you wore around the house it was so easy to feel domestic when you and he would do dishes in your pajamas or lounge around in nonformal wear. Slowly getting up from the vanity to follow you into the dressing room”

“Well not all of us are dressed to the nines every time we leave the house” you quipped back noticing him lingering in the doorway to the walk-in closet. “And what are you doing? Help me pick something out would you?” you eye him suspiciously but as soon as you say that he perks up

“Yes ma'am” he salutes you teasingly and starts thumbing through the various outfits

He was always so attentive, that was one of the reasons you were drawn to him. It was so nice to see someone who cared for you. His love was obvious from the number of outfits you had added to his closet, even if you had just mentioned something that looked nice, it always ended up in your hands with a bow wrapped around it by the end of the day.

“What about this one?” he says looking back at you expectantly showing a

Formal yet comfortable, perfect for dancing.

“Huh.? Oh yes, that's that perfect!” snapping out of your thoughts you move to feel the fabric and get changed. After removing your top layer of clothing you are surprised to see Lucifer perched perfectly on an ottoman, side-eyeing him you catch him by surprise “Perv” you teasingly say continuing to put on the new attire

“What?! Is it such a crime to admire my perfect, wonderful, showstopping, incredible, amazing, brilliant, talented, fiance?” he says back placing a hand on his forehead in a damsel in distress type fashion.

After his whole, speech. You're putting the final touches and lacing your shoes. Moving over to where he sits “You're so cheesy! But it's okay, that's why I love you.” tilting his face upwards and kissing the edge of his mouth.

“Okay that's not a real kiss that doesn't count,” he said, looking at you and planting a soft kiss against your lips.

You giggle in response, “Well we better head out, or we're gonna be late for our reservation

”You eye the clock suspiciously, already moving towards the door of the bedroom.

“Yes, Maam!” Lucifer says following behind you obediently.

Once the door closes, both of your voices can be heard almost akin to a sweet melody.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin charlie #lucifermorningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer

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hunterbunter3000 · 2 years ago

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.We're Just Buddies.

Summary: Bakugou's girlfriend is making him feel things and he goes to confront her about it. Sucks that they're bad feelings.

Katsuki Bakugou × black!reader

Notes: Damn how do I suck at summary's as well? LMAO I DONT WRITE ALOT PLS HAVE MERCY this has been in my drafts for a while and its pretty short, so why not-- also why do I WRITE him so much he's not even my favorite🤨 (am I lying to myself rn🫠) ALSO REALLY SUPER SORRY THAT I'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG

Warnings: jealousy, insecure Bakugou, suggestive talk and action so JUST TO BE SAFE 18+ MDNI college au(?) Its so quick tho, adult lovers Bakugou is in his 20s and so is reader, hurt/comfort, little drabble of sub!Bakugou because g o d that has me on a chokehold, mention of Kaminari x reader, Bakugou being treated like the princess he is

Reader: black, female, she/her pronouns, use of quirk but it's unamed, same height as Bakugou, bit of a dom!

"Do you like him?"

Bakugou breathes heavily when that question seethes from his mouth. His eyes shielded by his blond hair, not wanting to look his girlfriend in the eyes when she answers the question that has been haunting him for the past month.

"Uhm.." She chuckles. Bakugou dragged her into their bedroom to ask a vague question? "What? Bakugou, what are you talking abo--"

"Do you. Like him." His voice almost cracks, but he wants to keep up his angry facade. No, he needs to. He can't cry in front of her.

She blinks as her face contorts into confusion. "Baby, you're gonna have to be more specific."

Fucking hell. Bakugou grinds his teeth. Does she want to torture him? This is already hard enough, he can't take much more if his heart is already breaking.

"Fuck! Denki! Denki fucking Kaminari! The yellow bitch who you always hang around, the guy who makes you laugh so much, the guy who you're always smiling with!" He yells out. His clenched fists are trembling, just like the rest of his body. Let's dub it as trembling with anger.

Her eyes grow wide. Oh, he's serious about this. "Bakugou--"

He interrupts her again. "Do you like him or not!?"

She sees the desperation and hurt in his bright saffron eyes. His thin eyebrows knitted together, making crevasses in his forehead. A moment of silence passes through the air, making it hard for Bakugou to breathe.

Her face stays neutral, yet her eyes are soft. Soft enough for Bakugou to see the truth. "Not the way you're thinking, no. I don't like him like that."

He doesn't believe it.

She smiles and walks closer to him to rub his arms in comfort. "We're just buddies! I--" He steps back from her, eyes going unfocused.

"Bullshit. I see how he looks at you. Like you made the fucking sun and life itself. And you just-- let it happen! I--"

"Katsuki."

That two-syllable name carried so much power, it made him shut up immediately as her velvety voice sliced through his mind. She never calls him by his first name unless she means business. And she means business.

He looks up at her, now sitting on his bed like a goddess on her throne. She does things effortlessly and gracefully. It makes sense for Denki to fall in love with her. She has him around her finger, just like Bakugou.

She taps beside her, beckoning Bakugou to sit next to her.

"Come."

Bakugou frowns. "Y/n, no." His voice betrays him, making it to be weak and cracked. She says it again, with just the same soft force she uses every time someone doesn't listen to her. "Come here."

He lets out a shaky breath and trudges slowly to her. He plops down next to her, her addictive scent taking over his mind. He always felt safe and small next to his girlfriend. And he feels it now; but he also feels like he's in trouble.

She puts her hand on his naked shoulder, goosebumps already forming from her gentle touch. "Remember what we talked about? About voicing our feelings better?" She says. Bakugou remembers. Instead of killing his vocal cords and exploding everything in anger like he used to do when he was younger, she taught him how to have better communication skills. Not just with her, but with everyone. He's gotten better. But it's just so easy to go back to the old habits.

Bakugou nods.

She hums. "I understand that you're mad. But, please. Talk to me like an adult. Not a kid."

That's right. They're not kids anymore. They're grown now. In college. Owning a shared apartment. Owning a car. Paying bills. Being pro-heroes.

And with a situation like this, it's best to have a sit down and talk about it thoroughly.

Bakugou breathes out. His fingers playing with each other. He's so tense you could throw a boulder at him and it would break. The quiet makes both of them feel on edge, but Bakugou needs to find the right words.

"When we go over to the dorms, and I see you and Kaminari play those stupid ass games," He can feel the anger bubble up again. He won't let it take over, so he clears his throat and takes a deep breath. "And I see you leaning on him, and how..."

It hurts him to say this.

"--Natural, it looks... I get this pit in my stomach that doesn't go away. Even if I leave the room, it's still there. It lingers for a long time. And then I get those thoughts in my head. That I'm not good enough for you. That I'm not caring, or attentive, or funny enough for you to act like that around me. I just... I get so jealous and angry that he--" He sniffs, nose getting runny. He can feel it. The tears welling up in his eyes. "That he might take you away from me. And I don't want that to happen. You- you mean everything to me. I love you so much and I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for you--"

A deep kiss stops him from finishing that sentence. He closes his eyes and melts into it, feeling at home.

"Don't you dare say that about yourself. Ever. Do you understand?" She frowns at him, hurt across her face because he said those horrible things about himself. He whimpers a little and nods. Her hands go up to his face and cradle his cheeks.

"Katsuki, baby, you are enough for me. You're honestly way more than I can ever imagine." She chuckles. She searches for his eyes, and when she finds them she smiles. Eye contact means everything to her. It's the doorway to the soul, and words have more meaning when you look into someone's eyes. "You're perfect for me. Your mind, your body, your soul. Everything. And also, Denki is my friend! I've known him since middle school. I've told you this."

Fuck.

His cheeks start to burn. "Oh. Right. I-"

"Forgot? Mhm, I can see that. But I understand where you're coming from. I have been hanging out with him more than I thought. And I forgot about my darling boyfriend." She kisses his forehead and draws him in for a hug. His arms go around her waist immediately as he molds into her. "I'm sorry, baby. Please voice how you feel more." Her voice is laced with care and sincerity. She cares for me. He thinks. He screws his eyes closed and sighs.

She loves me.

"I will. I will, I swear. I just- I missed you. S-so much." He whispers. Who knew a hunk of a man can shrink down to a vulnerable boy.

Bakugou sniffs, tears now falling on his cheeks. "You just do so much with him... I thought I felt you slipping and I panicked--" She shushes him delicately while massaging his scalp. That action always made Bakugou calm down and find serenity. He cries some more into her chest until she pulls away and looks at him.

"Baby I do such little things with him. He's not my focus." She coos. She bumps her forehead on his before whispering these words that made Bakugou's heart soar.

"You are."

Their lips connect in a deep, passionate kiss. All the insecurity splatters away from his mind. She loves me.

She loves me. She loves me. She loves me.

"Answer me this, Katsu. Who do I kiss every waking moment?"

He gulps. "Me."

She hums. Her legs drape over his lap, big hands going to her supple hips quickly.

"Who helps me when I have trouble doing my homework?" She slowly pushes him on the bed, neither of them breaking eye contact.

"Me."

Now laying on the bed, her nimble fingers go under his tank top. The weight of her fingerpads and the slight scratch from her nails feels heavenly.

"Who do I give presents to?" She says lowly, the moonlight hitting her skin perfectly.

Bakugou can't breathe. He can feel himself submitting to her. He's not complaining. "Me..."

She starts to peck his neck with soft kisses, making him groan.

"Who do I cuddle with at night when we sleep?"

He breathes heavily. "M-me."

They both lowly moan against each other. Her lips still kissing his searing skin, and her hands still caressing him. The tank top flew off somewhere, now his tanned skin now on display. Her fingers feel up his waist, his abs and his chest. Bakugou relishes in the feeling of being touched like this.

And being kissed like this.

He stifles a moan when she places a hickey on his collarbone. She sighs and whispers in his ear.

"Who do I pleasure almost everyday?"

He bites his lip and whimpers, tears forming in his eyes again.

"Me...!"

She giggles when his voice goes up an octave as she tweaked his nipples. It always made his brain turn into mush. Her hand cradles his blushing cheek.

"Who's name do I scream out at night?"

His heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest. The teasing, plus this? Soul is gone.

His face turns into a shy emotion; eyelashes fluttering. "Mine..."

She smiles widely.

"Exactly. I am yours."

She kisses his lips again, like forming a signature for a contract.

"And who's name do you cry out when you're getting fucked?" She let's out a breath when she feels his hips buck into her. He lets out a broken whine.

"Y-yours."

She kisses him again, but with more force. More tongue. She's signing the contract again, and this is final. He moans in her mouth when she pulls on his hair.

She let's him breathe again, strings of saliva connecting to their lips. She wipes it off with her thumb and smirks.

"And you are mine."

Her eyes sparkle with a neon blue hue, and so does Bakugou's. He feels... different. But it's a good different. Like he can see from her eyes. And feel what she feels. He feels connected to her on such a universal level, he can't explain it.

"We belong to each other, Bakugou. We always will; ever since the first year in UA. That will never change. Understand?"

"Y-yes. I understand."

She smiles as she kisses his cheeks. Her arms go around his neck and pulls him into a hug.

"I love you, my darling baby boy. I always will." She whispers in his ear. Bakugou's cheeks heat up. His lips form into a soft smile.

"I love you too." He mumbles into the crook of her neck.

Such bliss, such peace.

Peace within him, within his mind. Bakugou's so lucky to have some one like her in his life.

After about ten minutes of comfortable silence, she speaks up.

"Denki is with Jiro and Shinso anyway. He doesn't like me like that."

Bakugou jolts. "Wait, whAT"

Likes and reblogs are appreciated! .♡

Or something like that idk

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crookedt44th · 1 year ago

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Cigarette Kiss

PAIRING: jiu x fem!reader

GENRE: college au. fluff. strangers to friends to lovers. just two girls who loves music.

CWs: a lot of smoking basically. pet name or nickname “sweetie” being used a lot. it's just a pretty bittersweet romance going on at the middle of the dark night.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

A/N: Finally came through with this ff im mostly excited about :)

please no minors and cis males for this blog!

Your roommate told you about a big college party, that's when you thought to yourself. Now that exams are over, maybe you do deserve to have a little fun. Ending up in the middle of suburbia, you get a glimpse of what looks to be an overly crowded house party. You could already feel the bodily fluids and humidity as you moved through the crowd. Everyone was dancing to the loud music, while others were making out or exchanging conversations in the hallway. Whisping through a maze of students, you soon arrive at the backyard. Which was where you all planned to meet up. Though you found yourself disappointed by their absence. Glancing around the premises, unable to locate them. You sighed and texted one of your friends to let them know you're here.

Realizing your need for relief from that heavy indoor atmosphere, You decide to wait in the yard and enjoy the fresh air. With that being said, you just wanted a cigarette at this point. You found a spot, leaned against the wall, and pulled out your pack of cigarettes. As you attempted to light a cigarette in your mouth, your lighter stopped working.

Awesome, just what I needed.

You huffed and were about to fling your lighter to the ground out of frustration when you noticed a hand holding a lighter in front of you and lighting the cigarette for you. You puffed before diverting your gaze to the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

You can still make out the features of her face even if it was a little too dark in the backyard. She had long, gorgeous blonde hair. She wore light denim shorts, white thigh socks, a baggy white shirt that was partially torn, and a spiked choker with chains attached around her neck. Her makeup was a touch smokey, and she had glitters under her eyes. You suddenly felt small around her because she was considerably taller than you.

“Thanks.” As you smoked again, you stuttered slightly and shifted your head aside.

You caught a glimpse of her smiling at you out of the corner of your eye, and it was genuine. You couldn't remember ever having someone smile at you like that. Hell, you don't even know her; you had no idea why your stomach was getting butterflies. It's never happened like this before. You do like girls, but, god, you've never been in a relationship.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Sorry, but why?" With a frown, you turned to face her.

“What? Why?” She grinned. "Sweetie, I just think you're cute. I just wanted to know who you are, where you’re from, and if you like girls.”

Although you gave her a blank glance, your heart was pounding. But you remained silent. Really, you didn't know what to say in response to that. You could feel her eyes on you as she continued to tilt her head.

"Okay, if you're not going to respond, fine. Then my name is Minji, or you may just call me Jiu." After taking her final drag, she knelt down to put her cigarette out on the ground. Jiu stood up and examined you from head to toe once more. "I have to leave, sweetie. I guess I'll see you around?"

You immediately grasped her arm as she turned her heels to enter the house, and she gave you a curious look. Despite her widening eyes, she began to smile at you. You had no idea what had physically possessed you or why you had behaved in that manner.

"My name is Cora, by the way." You stumbled once again, and you could feel the heat rising on your face, but you shook your head and released her arm. "I'm sorry, uhm, you can leave now-"

"Do you want to come with me?"

“To where?”

"To get the hell out of here. Just follow me, sweetie." She went back to the other side of the backyard in search of a door. You were a little skeptical at first, wondering to yourself if you could follow a girl you just met. But you followed her either way.

When you checked the time on your phone, it was already close to nine at night. People were all cheering as you two exited the backyard and passed the garage where a beer pong game was being played. Then you heard someone calling out to Jiu, and when you turned around, you saw the person reaching out to hug Jiu. You could hear her sigh quite loudly.

“Jiu! I was looking for you, oh my god! Why haven't you replied to my text?" He attempted to hold her waist, but she deflected his hand. “Me and my buddies are playing beer bong, you want to come join?”

"No, I gotta bring this hottie to my house. Bye, though." She rolled her eyes at him, refusing to speak to him any more. Jiu interlocked your hand with hers as she turned her back on him and walked away. The way the guy was staring at you both made you feel uneasy.

"Who the hell was that?" You questioned while turning to face the man who was surrounded by his friends.

"I guess he's just a guy who likes me." Once more sighing, Jiu said, "I'm not interested in him, though."

"He didn't do anything else to you, right?" You took another quick glance behind you. "I could beat him up for you, if you want."

"He only tried to pursue me by, I don't know, trying to look attractive and flirty. But he didn't touch me; if he had, I would have slashed his hands."

"Damn, that's insane. He looks creepy." She nodded, agreeing with you as you spoke.

In the suburbs, you and Jiu had been strolling for a while, passing by each house. As we stroll hand in hand, all that can be seen are the warm yellow light rods. You raised your head to the sky, which was completely black yet had a moon and stars in its vicinity. Then, forgetting that you are still holding Jiu's hand, you turn to look at her side profile next to your side. It felt as if you didn't want to let go.

Jiu told you there were stores across the street she wanted to visit; nevertheless, you are unsure of how far you and Jiu walked. You nodded, deciding that now would be a good time to pick up some munchies. Your hand started to go chilly once more as you felt her hand release you. She reached inside her shorts' back pocket and pulled out her phone and tangled earbuds. You watched her attempting to detangle her earbuds.

In the summer, it seems to grow rather chilly at night. You tried to keep yourself warm by crossing your arms when you felt yourself becoming cold. Two of you stood on the side of the road, watching as the cars flashed their headlights past us. Several more steps since the shops are only a short distance away.

Jiu motioned for you to insert the right earpiece, so you did as she held it out in front of you. Looking for a tune to play on her phone, you switched your attention to her. When she eventually discovered a song, you were met with the recognizable sound of gritter, replete with a powerful guitar and percussion. You feel a flood of nostalgia when you hear it. You haven't heard of this in a fat minute, yet it's just like your teenage years all over again. You don't miss high school, but you do miss being young. It surprised you that Jiu knew this song.

Staple my eyes to my chest

‘Cause I want to pretend that we’re better than this

Hiding intentions through subtle inflexions

Like you know I’m asking for it

"You know this song? I've never met someone who is familiar with Stand Atlantic." Her knowledge of your favorite band gave you exhilaration, which you did your best to conceal.

“Yeah! One of their music videos popped up earlier in my YouTube recommendations. They're great." You could tell she was thrilled at your response. You might even fall in love with her at this point.

I wanted more so I went and got it

You wanted more so you came and got it

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Is it so innocent?

As you listened to the song, memories of your youth played back in your head. Back then, despite how stupid you were, you had fun. Realizing you were in your final year of college and how much you had changed made you feel incredibly sad.

It’s just a cigarette kiss

Oh, cigarette kiss

Is it so innocent?

You two made your way to visit the convenience store in the hopes of locating some good snacks. You took off the earbud and moved towards the aisle in search of snacks and beverages. Jiu was preparing a hot dog when you swung around to look for her. She was trying to squeeze the ketchup bottle, but it splattered over her hot dog. She grumbled, hearing a giggle from afar, and when she turned to look at you, you pretended you hadn't done anything.

"I know it was you, so stop acting like you’re innocent." Her eyes rolled as she complained.

Again you laughed, muttering, "Sorry, you're just so silly." Jiu smiled as she gazed down on you as you approached her after gathering some goodies. As she adds the toppings to the hot dog, you place your head on her shoulder. You could see the crimson on her face as she averted her gaze. "The money is on me."

Jiu was sitting on the curb outside, waiting for you as you went to pay for everything. You seated yourself next to her and gave her food and beverage. You and Jiu were eating in silence because you didn't know how to start the topic this time.You wanted to know her better and maybe even asked her where she worked, what college she attended, and what her major was, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You felt shy again.

Jiu finished her food and stood up to dispose of it in the nearby trash can. She returned and sat down again, placing her head firmly on your shoulder. She drew a cigarette from her pack and lit it with her lighter, the pungent odor hitting both of you. She was still listening to music with both of her earbuds in, and you could hear the same tune blasting in her earpieces; she must've replayed the song. You started staring at her for a moment, and she looked up at you, capturing both of you. Looking down at her lips as Jiu took a drag, you were unable to turn away at this moment. She spotted it and looked at yours as well. You cleared your throat and hesitated before starting to remove one of her headphones and place it into your ear. You noticed your face blushing once more as she kept staring at you for an extended period of time.

"How long have you been listening to this band?" She asked inquisitively.

"When I was like, in my last year of high school, the Skinny Dipping album is what got me into them." You replied while recalling your time in high school. "I used to be in a band, so I listened to lots of bands for inspiration."

Her eyes were beginning to sparkle as she gasped. "You used to be in a band? What happened to it?"

"We all just fell apart. I don't know why, but I stopped speaking with them." As you sighed.

“Hmm. Now, what do you do? The major and career stuff, you know." As she smoked again, Jiu enquired with curiosity.

"Music production. Really, it's enjoyable. What about you?" you asked as you cocked your head in her direction. "I don't even know if you go to my college or something."

"I do go to your college. I've seen you around campus a few times. "

You blinked, perplexed, not realizing she went to your college and had seen you a few times. You may have been too preoccupied to notice your surroundings, but these days you hardly interact with people or make acquaintances. Simply lock yourself in the recording studio, go to work, and return home to crash in bed. You never eat well, you never make time for others, and you never even take care of yourself. You might want to take it easy.

"And my major is dance, but I also do theater," Jiu said. "I've done some acting and am currently in a dance group. But I still don't know what I'm going to do after this."

"Yeah, life is tough," you nodded in agreement. "I've been overworking myself for years and I'm on the verge of dying. Plus, you're the first new friend I've had in a long time."

You sense her body advancing toward you as she again places her hand on yours.

"Sweetie, you need to look after yourself. I will always be there for you, Cora, now that we are friends." You haven't heard these words from anyone in a while, and man, do you miss them.

"Thank you, Jiu." You mumbled. You won't lie; you do feel flattered.

Now there was nothing but silence. Her gaze remained fixed on you as she admired how beautiful you were and hoped she could give you a kiss that would last. Jiu has already seen you around, and she had a tiny crush on you during her final year of college. She had heard a lot of things about you, including how talented you are at playing the guitar and how good your music is. She couldn't believe she was speaking to you to begin with. Since it was getting close to midnight, she didn't want the night to end. She was drawn to you so strongly that she can't help it. She really wanted to find out more about you.

"Can I kiss you?" Jiu's attention was fixed on you, not realizing what she had just uttered.

You were astonished by her query because you didn't really anticipate her wanting to kiss you. You gently nodded as she continued to inhale the smoke while she was still holding it inside. Inching closer till she could hear your breath, Jiu tilted her head. She suddenly slammed her lips into yours and began to rhythmically move them while you did the same. Both of you were overcome by the overpowering odor of cigarettes as you kissed her back, feeling the smoke travel between your lips. Since this was your first kiss, you were understandably surprised. Your first kiss with a stunning woman.

It’s just a cigarette kiss

As Jiu's hand encircled the back of your neck and head, you reluctantly but firmly placed your hands on her waist. Into the caress, our eyes closed peacefully.

And I got that winter chill with summer’s guilt

Each other’s lips bruised and mouths recognized each other like old intimates. Tongues rasping against each other, flaming in their mouths and spreading to the flesh outside.

It’s not as innocent as I make it feel

You desired for the soul kiss to endure forevermore. If you were ever sure about anything in your life, it was that this kiss seemed genuine. We pulled away at the same time steadily, until two of you were apart and staring at each other.

High price to pay for a cheaper thrill

You began to cough after barely swallowing since you could still taste the stench of tobacco in your mouth. When Jiu's cigarette fell to the ground, you assumed that it had been dropped during your previous kiss. Her mouth in particular seemed a little bit bitter, but that kiss sent off rockets throughout her body.

Kill time with bitter pills till nothing’s real

"Wow," was all you could manage.

"Wow to you, too," Jiu smiled.

PLAYLIST.

#kim minji #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher x reader #jiu #jiu x reader #deukae #imagine dreamcatcher #Spotify

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fanficfanatic000 · 8 months ago

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(Handmade for me) E.M. 3

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized reader

18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

Summary) Reader is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

The work day was pretty slow until a blonde gril waked up to the bar counter sat on a stool "a margarita with ice please "Her barbie doll looking friend sat across from her they were the same age as you seemingly they were the cheerleaders of Hawkins high well out grown cheerleaders..."Ill have the same as her.." you made their drinks "that'll be twenty two dollars" she slammed the cash on the bar conversating with her friend... you didn't mean to easdrop on the conversation "yeah he was cute he had these rings and his hair was a mess but he was cute a little freakish but yeah then he was like can i have your number then he called me the next day and told me about his concert from his band corner coffen or something its tomorrow night im gonna go get laid." Your ears ringing with anger and just like that you were off the clock rushing out of the bar To your car looking in the car mirrorWhy are you angry? Or sad or the fucking thing you're feeling why?! He's your best friend you shouldn't be you were jealousThat plastic gal of course he'd go for her not.....not you definitely not you "fuck i think i-i love eddie" you love him but he doesn't love you....probably.....right.?You drove home and when you got there you ran into your room face red you sat on your bed staring at your TV turned off with that note still on it. You love him you fucking love your best friend but it's he he won't love you.....he won't he doesn't he doesn't want you and your squishy body Right?.... he wants someone skinny And small.. everyone does right?............ You were heated you ripped off your t shirt and jeans you threw some shorts onLooking for a tank top in your bra a least "hey -p-princess...." you turned to him standing there in the door way his eyes hovering on your chest his mouth agape"Eddie!" You grabbed a Hoodie and threw it on "sorry edds i forgot to close the door.."He walks closer still eyeing your chest till he was close enough to touch then he leaned in and whispered "ya know i didnt really mind seeing you i really loved it "Heat in your face and core he moved back and you looked in his eyes his pupils blown wide "eddie you're high i think you need to take a minute" you grabbed his shoulders and sat him on the bed "mmmmmbut its trueee" you started to walk away when he grabbed your hips and pulled them on his lap "eddie! You need some sleep" his hard length pressed under you "i know im high but i just want this and i know you like it.."You escaped his lap and grasp "eddie get some sleep you dont know what your saying.." he laid down "fiinnne" and he immediately passed out... he doesn't mean that he couldn't then the phone rang "hello y/n is eddie there?!" "Yep hes here but he fell asleep hell probably stay asleep for the rest of the day " "alright thank you for taking care of him for me y/n""No problem wayne." Click and there he was asleep the best friend you are in love with you lay beside him and passed out .

Part four out now of soon

If you're looking for it go under hash tag

Handmad for me em

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie #fanfic #stranger things 4 #Handmade for me em #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson x plus size reader

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pieofdeath · 3 months ago

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ok my liveblog of the first spiderverse movie below the cut because its fuck off long. its 6 pages on google docs. for people who don't wanna read that- I had a very good time and I thoroughly enjoyed it, I'm gonna queue up the second one here shortly. i legitimately cried several times.

Intro fucking slaps

Miles’ dad using the cop sirens and car speaker to make miles say ily back. I hate that i find this incredibly funny.

ARE THOSE NIKES. DID SONY GET THE RIGHTS FOR NIKES.

MIDDLE SCHOOL. Oh my god. Middle school. Hes a kid. Hes at most 14. Oh my god.

DOC OCK <3

GWEN SPOTTED!!!!!

Fisk family foundation. Is this the time i should mention my extent of spiderman knowledge comes from my faefriend (very little they just show off the cool suits) and the snapcube fandub.

Uncle aaron rules and i think hes gonna die

Alchemax. Wasnt that the name on the spider from the intro.

I THINK I GET IT NOW

SPIDER IN THE CEILING SPOTTED

This movie is so pretty btw i know everybody says that but its simply true. It is. Its really pretty.

The graffiti slaps

I've switched to typing these on my phone so I don't have to keep pausing

SPIDER BITE

THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER. INCREDIBLE TRANSITION. LOVE HOW MILES BARELY CARED AND JUST SLAPPED THE SPIDER

Yeah those are actual Nikes

THE VOICE IN HIS HEAD POST SPIDERMAN BEING REPRESENTED AS COMIC BUBBLES

HOLY SHIT THIS MOVIE IS GENIUS.

Why doesn't she want people to know her name is Gwen? Why is she lying about being south African 😭

gwanda. Wanda.

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. MILES YOU ARE SO SILLY

“I don't think you know what puberty is”

STICKY SPIDER BOY.

SHE FULL THREW HIM HOLY CRAP

“No one saw” literally everyone saw

the double take for the super tall girl. that's incredibly realistic/gen I think this movie is awesome

OUT LOUD BARK-LAUGHED AT “play dumb.” “Who's Morales” “NOT THAT DUMB.”

Idiot spider smashing into windows. obsessed with him.

the zoom in on the eyes. this art style is incredible

THE INCREDIBLY SICK LAND AFTER HE GOT HIT BY THE CAR!!!

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“It's like. boring how normal this spider is.” and it immediately glitching in and out. INCREDIBLE.

The SPIDER SENSE. HOLY SHIT.

THE GIANT LOOK OUT ON THE WINDOW.

SPIDERMANNNNN

“Brooklyn is not zoned for that” 😭

The little squiggles as Peter RealizesTM

who the fuck is purple guy genuinely

MILES RECORDING THE FIGHT I LOVE HIM

KINGPIN 💖

I genuinely don't have words for how fucking incredible that was

“Can't you get up?” “Yeah, yeah I always get up.” Hm I don't think that's gonna be true for much longer

Is spiderman blonde I thought he was a brunette

DID HE JUST FUCKING KILL SPIDER-MAN!!!

Ok purple guy is cool as hell

HE IMMEDIATELY RAN HOME. I'm going to cry.

This kid is 14. I'm going.

SO YES HE LEGITIMATELY DIED.

STAN'S COLLECTIBLES. HI MR LEE. AUGJDJAKAKC…. 😭 (these r agonized noises)

“I'm going to miss him.” EUFHFJSKAK

We were friends, you know.” SURIEJSKAKDUFUA

“It always fits. Eventually.” EURUFJDKAKDJCJK.

you can't fucking do this to me.

This is just a kid with a party city suit that doesn't fit and untied shoes.

THE AAAAAAA AS HE FALLS

oh shit he broke the drive thingy

The suit still has the fucking tag on it.

EVERYTHING AROUND PETER'S GRAVE.

“I'm sorry Mr. Parker.” AUDJFJDJDJAK…..

LIGHTNING POWERS

PETERRRRRR THE PETER IVE SEEN

THE INTRO DEFINITELY HAD OFF BRAND COCA COLA AND THIS ONE HAS LEGITIMATE COKE

HOLY SHITTTTT

he's divorced and aunt may is dead D:

Crying in the shower in the spiderman suit with a piece of pizza on the tub rim I think this is the most spiderman img ever

“I'm pretty sure I broke her heart”

Nick Kroll and John Mulaney “hi, hello” but they're super old 😭

YEAH OK OK IT WAS KOCA SODA.

“I don't think my atoms are real jazzed about being in the wrong dimension”

“With great power comes great-” “Don't you DARE finish that sentence”

Miles crouching on the side of the wall

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ITS THE MEME IMG YAAAY

CLACKITY CLACKITY CLACKITY-

MILES CAN TURN INVISIBLE

HER INSANE DESKTOP

HES JUST TAKING THE WHOLE COMPUTER!!!

GWEN ALCHEMAX INTERN

“let me tell you the good news. We don't need the monitor.” 😭

BAGEL! guy!!!!!

GWENNNNNNNNN

Ok I paused during the swinging scene to go get some food and get dressed and then came back

It was oatmeal btw

OHHH THIS IS NOT THE GWEN HERE

The fact that all of the intro shots are the same is very fun to me

Peters her best friend AWWW

OH IT IS THE GWEN HERE!!!

I THOUGHT IT WAS!! BECAUSE SHE WAS WEIRD ABOUT HIS STICKY POWERS

AND SHE TIME TRAVELED TOO… SO COOL

“I like your haircut.” “You don't get to like my haircut.”

“How many more spider people are there?” “Save it for comic-con” “what's comic-con”

Every time we cut to kingpin I lose it

AW VANESSA AND RICHARD :(

why is this guy blue btw they haven't addressed it at allllll

Fascinated by Gwen’s universe where Peter Parker isn't spiderman.

AWW PETER AWAKE IN THE BACKSEAT

AUNT MAYYYYYY

I'm literally obsessed with aunt may

ALL THE DIFFERENT SPIDERSUITS!!!!!

my faefriend has told me about all these I think. like a good chunk of these I recognize. No idea what they're called or what they do but.

THE IMG OF MILES LOOKING UP AT THE SPIDERSUIT.

THE NAME TAGS FROM THE INTROSSSS

SPIDEY SENSES

SPIDER NOIR HEHEHEHAHAUD

PENI AND HER FUNKY LITTLE MECH!

HIIIIIII SPIDERHAMMNMM!!!!!

LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH SPIDERNOIR.

the dichotomy between noir peni and ham is so so funny

Noir is so cool

Augh… Them talking about how he isn't ready when he's right there…

HIS DAD CALLING HIS UNCLE…

Why is he writing a letter in marker

Fucking prowler. looks so cool

OH SHIT PROWLER IS UNCLE AARON!?!?!

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NO LONGER WORRIED ABOUT HIS SAFETY HOLY SHIT

DID HE BRING HIM TO THE TUNNEL WITH THE INTENT OF SPIDERMAN?!

Uncle Aaron HAS to know that it's Miles

This is so fucked

Peni doing her fun thing!

Noir trying to identify colors!

Does that mean noir can only see grayscale. that's hilarious.

I love the different art styles

Aunt may like please let's not fight in my house

“We don't pick the ballroom, we just dance” noir I'm obsessed with you

Did ham just crack a plate over his own head

I love that he can turn invisible that's so cool

Especially when he keeps flickering in and out when he's scared. Miles my beloved

OH HE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS MILES OH THANK GOD

I mean this is really really sad but also good because it means he isn't knowingly homicidal towards his nephew

HOLY SHIT.

KINGPIN SHOOTING UNCLE AARON BECAUSE HE DIDNT KILL MILES

I'm going to sob on the fucking floor

HIS DAD

HIM TURNING INVISIBLE BECAUSE HE DIDNT WANT TO FACE HIS DAD AIGHSJDKA…

HIS INVISIBLE POWERS ARE LITERALLY THE MOST HEARTBREAKING THING IN THE WORLD

HE THINKS MILES KILLED HIS UNCLE FUCKKKKKKKK

THEM NAMING ALL THE PEOPLE WHO THEY WATCHED DIE. AUDJFJCJSKAF…

IM LEGITIMATELY TEARIN UP GANG FUCK THIS MOVIEEEE

if you can't tell I love it

“Miles, the hardest thing about this job is… you can't always save everybody.” SAID BY A LITTLE CARTOON PIG VOICED BY JOHN MULANEY.

ALL OF THEM CRAMMED ON THE CEILING OF MILES DORM HOLY SHIT

Noir is really funny to look at in the light

I don't think noir is in the second one which is 😭

The relationship between Miles and his Dad is literally going to make me cry

THE LIGHTNING CRACKLING IN HIS EYES AND THEN HIM BURSTING THROUGH THE WEBS AND THE PATTERN ON HIS SKIN!!!!!!!!!!!

Aunt May waiting for Miles in the basement!!!!

HIS EYES LINING UP WITH THE SPIDERMAN SUIT WHEN THEY HADN'T BEFORE.

The what's up danger scene really is that fucking incredible. oh my god. I got chills.

He spray painted his suit and the spider is drippy!!! I'm literally about to go feral.

The hoodie and jacket and Nikes and shorts still over the suit.

The WOOOOO as he goes up the place he fell before.

The incredible shot of him stationary mid-air that I think was the poster

This is literally the coolest movie ever

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HIS COMIC JOINING THE PILE.

THEM DRESSED AS WAITERS DJDJDJJAJAJC

PETER AND MJ…

DRAMATIC CUT TO NOIR HOLDING A PLATTER AND GWEN SO GODDAMN TIRED

MJ is so pretty in this art style btw.

The Doc Ock tentacles creeping in through the ceiling right behind Peter…

MILESSSS

“I love you I'm so proud of you!” AUDHFJDJAJAJDK!!!!

MILES MAKING PETER RE-EVALUATE IF HE WANTS KIDS…

NEW YORK BREAKING APART

Noirs fight is SO COOL. Putting the hat on the guy and then punching him in the face.

sorry I love film noir as an aesthetic and spider noir is so cool

PENI V SCORPION

THE FUCKING ANVIL.

FUCK THEM UP HAM!!!!!

PENI HITTING THE GUY WITH A ROBOT ARM AND IT BRIEFLY FLICKERING TO HER ART STYLE!!!!

PENI’S ROBOT FRIEND D:

DOC OCK GETTING HIT BY A DAMN TRUCK

obsessed with Peni and Noir's friendship.

NOIR SAID HE LOVES THEM

HE TOOK THE RUBIX CUBE

EVERYTHING FLICKERING BLACK/WHITE WHEN NOIR ENTERS

HAM SAYING “THATS ALL FOLKS” AND PETER ASKING IF HE WAS LEGALLY ALLOWED TO SAY THAT 😭

GWEN AND MILES FRIENDSSSS

MILES HOLDING ONTO PETER'S SUIT AND DROPPING HIM IN.

“It's a leap of faith.” FUCK YOU

“Not bad, kid.” FUCK YOU

Miles taking kingskins gun and saying “that's cheating” 😭

VANESSA AND RICHARD LEAVING THE SAME WAY THEY DID IN THE FLASHBACK BECAUSE KINGSKIN WAS DOING THE SAME DAMN THING. FUCK ME DUDE.

MILES DAD IS WATCHING

THE ENTIRE FUCKING BRIDGE.

This is the coolest fight scene ever btw

HE ELETROCUTED KINGSKIN WITH THE FUCKING SHOULDER TOUCH

the fact that the interconnected universes look like a spider's web. fuck dude.

HAMS ANVIL

THE BUILDING FUCKING EXPLODED. IS MILES’ DAD OK!!!

IS HE FUCKING OKAY!!!

OK THANK GOD HE'S ALIVE

HIS DAD OFFERING TO PUT UP SOME OF HIS ART AT THE POLICE STATION

C-MOBILE 😭

THE HUG!!!!!!!

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IM FULLY CRYIN BTW.

KINGSKIN HELD UP BY THE WEB. “FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDERMAN.”

THE UNCLE AARON ART. FUCKING HELL DUDE.

Omg miles finally has friends

PENI'S ROBOT FRIEND!!!

NOIR SOLVED THE CUBE!!!! I proud of him

PETER GOING TO SEE MJ WITH FLOWERS…

GWEN CALLING OUT TO MILES ACROSS DIMENSIONS!!!!

THE SPRAY PAINT SPIDER

the credits are fucking INCREDIBLE

the different art styles I'm going to scream

NOIR SHOWING OFF THE CUBE.

Did that just say Nicholas Cage.

Who the fuck is voiced by Nick Cage.

NOIR?!?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOIR HOLD THE FUCK ON.

N O I R?!?!

Incredible movie.

“That person who helps others simple because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero. -Stan Lee” FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A CHAINSAW DUDE

Literally crying again over that.

Ok yeah that was a really good movie. I'm gonna start the second one in a bit. I think I need some recovery time 😭

Wait I skipped to the end to see if there was an after credits scene and. Ok obsessed with Spidey-Bells. 😭😭😭

MIGUELLLLLL I KNOW THIS GUYYYYYYY

THE SPIDERMAN SCENE. THE POINTING SCENE.

IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

INCREDIBLE AFTER CREDITS SCENE.

end of liveblog! as you can see I really fucking liked it akjdfskajf I had to put the pagebreaks in otherwise tumblr got mad about like. 4096 characters per text block limit? ok wild. it provides checkpoints which I think is nice. onto the second movie.

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years ago

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Hbtaker- Jealousy is a good look for some

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Taker was trying to get used to being human again. It wasn't that difficult with the most emotional man as a partner, it made it easier for him to understand emotions. There was just one emotion he's never been able to get a hold on. And that was something all versions of him struggled with, being human just made it more...violent.

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Takers head snaps up from his boots as shawns laugh echos through the lockeroom. He turns to see Shawn full on giggling, nose scrunched, eyes closed and hand rested on his stomach and the other against the shoulder of the one making him laugh. A kind of laugh only taker or the kliq could pull out of him. So, I guess that's why taker can justify his anger as he sees the man infront of Shawn isn't a kliq member. Takers jaw clenches at the look on the newbies face.

"I get it, he's really pretty! But can we focus please?" Kurt calls. "Shut it" Taker growls as he stands straight. "Oh god..here we go." Goldust huffs sitting down. "Its harmless Taker. Just Shawn making friends" goldust adds. Kurt looks to see the kid in question. "Ah, John Cena. Real punk if you ask me" Kurt scoffs. Goldust glares at him. "What?" Kurt asks. "I know who he is" Taker snaps, his fist clenching and unclenching. "Jealousy? Really my dear boy? You really think Shawn would run off with some youthful thing?" Goldust asks. "A youthful thing that strong? Yes, I do" Kurt huffs. Goldust swears takers eye twitches at that. Goldust just sighs and leans back. "Shawn isn't that way anymore. We all know that" goldust states.

Goldust also wants to strangle Shawn as he watches the blonde poke and prod at cenas arms and chest. "But he sure as hell doesn't make my life easier does he?" Goldust asks. Taker is seeing red. "Go ahead big guy, what can I even do?" Goldust asks. Goldust didn't mean it, but it's all Taker needed. "Taker! I was joking!" Goldust squeaks as Taker storms towards the two.

"Uh..what do we do?" Kurt asks. "Go find help." Goldust sighs pulling himself up and forcing Kurt to follow him.

"Oh hey ta-TAKER!" Shawn yells as John is slammed against the lockers. "Wow man! Chill! What's wrong?!" John gasps grabbing at takers wrists. Taker growls and lifts him higher. "Taker! Stop it!" Shawn yells grabbing at his bicep. Taker leans close. "Listen close boy, because I won't repeat myself." He murmurs. John nods frantically. "Taker please!" Shawn cries as he hits at takers back. "Stay away from what's mine. I don't share." Taker growls. John's eyes widen with realisation. "I-i would never Taker! I promise-it wasn't like that!" John tries. Taker tightens his grip around John's neck. "Dont make me repeat myself" he growls. "Taker!" Shawn yells. "Taker put him down" a new voice orders.

Shawn looks to see Kevin, hunter and vince with goldust and Kurt close behind. "I mean, choke the life out of him. Make my life easier." Hunter mutters. Kevin nudges him as he spots the tears building in shawns eyes. Hunter sighs and nods. Kevin walks over and grabs takers wrist. Takers eyes dart to him immediately. "Your scaring Shawn. I know you don't want that, so, let's put the kid down." Kevin tells him quietly. "You didnt see them" Taker grits. "Your right. I didn't. But I know Shawn. I also know you. Shawn isn't going to leave you for cena. We both know that. Shawn just doesn't know bonderies like me and you do." Kevin explains. "Your scaring him taker. Making him cry." Kevin murmurs, knowing it'll hurt taker to hear.

Kevin catches John as it works. He steadies John before letting him run off. Taker turns to shawn who's staring at him with the wettest blue eyes he's ever seen. "Im sorry.." Taker mutters lowering his head. "We said we'd talk when things upset us" Shawn hiccups. Taker closes his eyes. "I know..I..I just saw red and acted first." He whispers.

Taker flinches as a hand touches his cheek. He opens his eyes to see Shawn. "Apologise to him taker. Please." Shawn whispers before planting a kiss too his chest, right over his heart. Takers heart skips a few beats before he nods. He turns to see vince checking John over. "Im sorry. It not alright what I just did and well I just shouldn't of done it" Taker sighs. "Damn right you should-" "it's fine. I should of been more respectful" John cuts vince off with a smile. Taker flnches at how rough his voice is. "Ill forgive you if I'm still allowed to be friends with shawn and well, with you" John states. Taker stares at him confused.

"Me? You want to be friends with me?" Taker asks. Hunter raises an eyebrow. "If Shawn finds you cool and can see enough good in you to be in love than I reckon you'll be a great friend to make" John shrugs. "I just choked you out and threatened you." Taker points out. "Yeah and you'll get paid to do it aswell. It'll improve my acting in those situations." John smiles. Shawn holds takers hand. "Let us keep him..pleaseeee" Shawn pouts resting his chin against takers arm. Taker looks at shawn. His eyes still wet. "Fine. We can all be friends." Taker sighs. "Awesome!" John smiles. "Medic. Now. Undertaker, my office now." Vince orders. "Cmon, me and shawn will take you" goldust huffs.

Shawn shares a look with taker before giving him a peck. "We will talk emotions later." Shawn whispers. "Yessir" Taker mumbles as shawn let's him go.

Hunter pauses and looks at kevin. "How did you tame the undertaker?" Hunter asks. Kurt also looks at him. Kevin just smirks and taps the side of his nose.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #triple h #kevin nash #kurt angle #goldust #john cena #vince mcmahon

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 2 years ago

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"You're out of touch."

This was requested by anonymous,i hope you enjoy it!!!

Vance wasn't used to physical touch.

Not the "agressive" kind of touch,more of a "gentle" touch.He wasn't used to being treated decently.Ever since his mother passed,he never got a hug,a caress on the cheek,nothing.Just scared,disgusted looks by people.Well,not all people.

Believe it or not,Finney Blake was the only person that wasn't scared of Vance,infact,he was friends with the boy.

One day,Vance got into a fight.Of course he won,but still had pretty bad injuries.His nose was bleeding,his arm was stabbed a few times,and he had bruises all over his arms and neck.

He sat on the concrete ground as he wiped the blood off his nose.

"Vance?!The fuck happened to you?!"

Finney asked,as he immediately ran to Vance to see his wounds.

"I'm fine,Finney.Its nothing..-"

Vance said as he groaned in pain.

"hold on..let me patch you up"

Finney sighed and took the first aid kit out of his backpack.

Vance was quite confused.He never had someone patch him up or comfort him after a fight,so this was weird.

"you should be more careful."

Finney said as he put some alcohol on the cotton wool and rubbed it on Vance's wounds.

"Fuck!"

The angry blonde groaned in extreme pain.

"I'm sorry!-I didn't mean to press that hard."

Finney apologized as he caressed the blood off Vance's cheek.

Vance turned bright red.That gentle hand that caressed him flustered the living hell out of him.

"what is this.. feeling??Why am I feel so..soft?"

Vance thought to himself,he even forgot he was groaning in extreme pain a few seconds ago.

"Why does he care so much?Why the fuck is his hand so fucking soft?!Why does..Why does this feel so familiar..but at the same time so unknown?"

Vance continued to think,as if he was distracting himself with his thoughts from the pain.

"I haven't felt this way in a long time..this feels...so nice.."

Just after seconds,tears fell down on his jeans,that were all bloody and dirty.

"all done!"

Finney looked up,seeing Vance,barely containing his emotions of overwhelmed happiness as he cried.

"Vance!Why are you crying?!"

Finney asked as he caressed Vance's face again.

"..this feels so nice..Finney I...."

"wha-what feels-"

Before Finney even asked the question,Vance pulled him in closer.

Vance then kissed Finney with his scarred,bloody lips.

Finney was shocked,considering this is his first kiss.But he didn't mind.Finney always had a thing for Vance and just knowing he loves him too..it overwhelms him with joy.The shorter boy smiled into the kiss,and so did the blondie.

Vance held Finney's cheek as Finn grabbing onto the blondie's hand.

After Finney backed away from the kiss to take a few breaths,he looked at Vance,who was crying his eye sockets out,but still holding a smile.

"oh Vance.."

Finney wiped away Vance's tears,as Vance continued to sniffle and tremble.

"I'm sorry I'm a fucking baby.."

Vance said as he continued weeping on Finney's shoulder while the smaller blonde caressed the taller blonde's hair.

"shhh..cry it out..it's okay.I'm here and I love you."

Finney knew exactly why Vance was crying,but this gave him a goal,and that goal is to show Vance that he's an amazing person,and that he deserves to be happy.

"I-I love you too!..Don't leave!"

Vance yelled and grabbed onto Finney's shirt while Finney was hugging him.

"I'm not going anywhere,Vance.I'm staying here with you."

Maybe Vance could get used to this.

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Hello!So i hope the anon who requested this enjoyed the fic!Love you guys!❤️❤️

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mothmans-cumrag · 1 year ago

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Rewatching The Apple be like

finally! I took a break of about a year but I'm back!

I feel like I'm always saying this but how many people, especially high ranking people does it take for them to go on a mission? because of "strange sensor readings"??

I forgot how hot Bones is, fuck (<- this is also Jim's and Spock's internal monologue whenever they see him, btw)

"Husbandry would be quite efficacious" Spock I had to google that word before I was sure but I think you just proposed

Ah, the garden of Eden was just outside Moscow scene, we've all seen it

So he just used kilometres which I am happy about but before they were talking about the planet having an average of 76° which must mean Fahrenheit. I am confusion

killer flowers over here lol

Scotty fishing for shore leave <3 love him

Pavel using this situation to flirt as if he did't just see a colleague die like two metres in front of him

no matter how often I rewatch it, the explosive rock scene is one of the funniest things ever to me

Spock diving in front of a deadly plant for his boyfriends is the best thing ever to me, sorry not sorry <3<3<3<3<3<3

Oh wow, the transporters don't work, that's something I've never seen before in my life.

Spock calling the hypospray "potion" <3

Jim is so fucking right every time someone jumps in front of someone they could just fucking yell for them to get out of the way. This way it's much more romantic tho so...

These lighting bolts are so... realistic

Three redshirts down, and one of their dads apparently helped Jim get into the academy? But why did the redshirt not get a better job than redshirt if his dad apparently had some sort of influence?

ah, the survivor's guilt mixed with the guilt of being in charge... getting real Hans Kammerlander vibes rn... (google his name and the Manaslu if you don't know what I mean)

"what do you want, Violins?" will now be my answer every time someone comments on my tone of voice

ohhhhh, this was the planet of the Aryans! (not sure if my being German makes it more or less ok for me to say that, but there isn't another word I know for blonde ppl with blue eyes who are conventionally attractive)

Spock just touched this man's chin. With his hand. Is that cheating?

"If you don't get those Warp engine's working you're fired" mate if he doesn't fix them he'll literally die. WHat are you, Hermione?

Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more

"It makes me uncomfortable" bitch I bet, those things look scratchy as fuck

I like how half of them immediately got rid of these flower things <3 literally me

you tell him Spock! Humans literally are the minority!!!

"stawp fighting!!!! They've got the Enterprise!!!!" Jim I hear you but philosophical arguments are literally my only life source

sex. the word you're looking for is sex.

goddamnit they are all so uncomfortable talking about one of the most natural things in the world, idk if I should be amused or sad for them

awwwww, she calls him Pav!!! they are actually pretty cute

i feel gross watching the natives kiss and idk why

how to kill someone 101

oh really Spock. you telling me James Tiddies out Kirk wants to ignore the prime directive? wow. what a shocker. I am shocked.

Bones stepped on the belt of his tricoder when getting up and for some reason this is endearing to me

This is the third time Spock injured himself this episode and yet he is still capable of more sass than any squatch I know (get it? sasquatch. haha.

Damn, Martha can fight! Oh, and the last redshirt has died

awww hell nah, Scotty lost his job :(

awww hell yea, Scotty got his job back :)

They should give them actual sex ed wtf

the bickering at the end is always my favourite thing <3<3<3<3<3<3 10/10 will watch again (and again and again and again)

#st #star trek #tos #star trek tos #mcspirk #bc i talk about them as if they were canon

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sirdindjarin · 2 years ago

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Hell of a View - Rooster x Reader (Nickname Ginger)

This fic is the result of being unbelievably down bad for Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

DISCLAIMER: This is only my second finished fanfic, and the first one I've ever published.

Title inspired by Hell of a View - Eric Church and credit goes to @patheticallydimwiiitted for the song rec/bonkin'-in-the-Bronco suggestion.

Don't copy my shit, plz. Not that it's amazing but like, honor code, guys.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT (more like sweet smut though), fluff, sexual harrassment/assault references, blood, Rooster punches a douchebag.

WORD COUNT: 5,750

Your skirt flares as you turn to grab the dirty glasses from the bar. As you spin, you feel the breeze from the front door opening. A tall, dark-haired man is walking in toward the bar.

“What can I get you?” You ask, immediately regretting having spoken as you recognize the man.

“Well, hello, Ginger. Look at you still serving us boys- I figured you’d have been snapped up by now.” He taunts, a hungry look in his eyes at his recognition of you. You’re incensed to hear your favorite nickname come from that mouth once more. It had been given to you by some regular bar patrons after a particularly unfortunate box dye incident, and this man did not deserve to speak it.

Your heart stutters for a second, and anxiety rises in your throat. After three years, the man who harassed you has returned from deployment. You hate confrontation, especially at work. It’s not the best character flaw to have when you work in a Navy bar, but it’s you.

“You were banned, Jekyll. You’ve been banned for a while now.” It’s said quietly, but you hope it’s forceful enough. In your peripheral vision you see a man’s head turn sharply at your words. He’s behind Jekyll to the left, seated at the piano, yet no longer tinkling random keys. The bar was relatively empty for a Thursday night and the same few songs kept being selected by one blonde man playing pool with a few buddies. Some 70s rock song was whining from the jukebox.

“That’s the thing - it has been a while. I’m not the same,” he insists. “Anyway, someone told me this place lifts bans after a year.”

“Listen, I don’t know who told you that but they were wrong.”

The brunette man steps closer to the bar. “I’m sure Penny wouldn’t mind me being here for just one visit. I don’t think you truly mind, either.” His smile is leering. He’s trying to unnerve you. Unfortunately, it’s working. Your mind tumbles back to the feel of his rough hands grabbing your ass like he was trying to leave bruises, his gin-scented words whispered in your face as he pressed you into the wall behind the bar that night. He had taken and dropped the trash bag you’d been holding (“This is no job for a pretty girl”) and held your hands above your head. Once your mind had unfrozen, you managed to knee him and dash inside. He had been after you for weeks at that point. Penny banned him immediately. For good.

“I do mind. You need to go.” You say a little firmer. The glass in your hand is shaking from the memory. The left window behind Jekyll darkens as the silhouette of a man rises.

“C’mon, swee-” Jekyll starts to say. A hand lands on his right shoulder.

“She said get out, man,” the auburn-haired pianist states. He briefly scratches the corner of his mustache with his other hand - as if he couldn’t be more relaxed.

Jekyll spins. “What the fuck? Lieutenant Bradshaw?” He laughs, seemingly genuinely pleased to see the man, “Hey, man, how ya doin’?” Then his tone shifts to one a little more antagonizing, “You ain’t been in town for years- you really think you have a say in this, ol’ Rooster boy?”

“Nope. She does, though.” Rooster is so calm, it starts to soothe you, too. You recognize the man who always thanked you after every drink with a “ma’am” despite telling him multiple times to call you ‘Ginger.’ Sometimes when you’d hand him his drink your fingers would touch. He was always warm. Always laughing, singing with anyone. You’d had a serious crush on him since you first saw him. Now, the scars on his neck and chin are illuminated by the sun’s reflection on the bar. His eyes are hard.

“You’re leaving.” You affirm to the other man with the most confidence you’ve felt yet. You set the glass down and begin to walk around the bar.

“You’re being ridiculous. You’re kicking me out because, what, I fuckin’ complimented you years ago?” He scoffs.

Your steps falter for a second at his callous disregard of his own actions, but you reach the front door and throw it open. Rooster’s eyes look up from your feet and you make eye contact - he had noticed. For a second, you feel self-conscious under his gaze.

Jekyll snaps you out of it. “You’re not even giving me a chance. What a bitch. Stuck up cun-” He doesn’t get to finish the vitriol as his jaw is snapped sideways by the punch. Teeth clack together and a grunt issues forth. Rooster shakes his right hand out once. His lip is curled in a snarl; his eyes flash at the other pilot. You feel your mouth drop open in shock.

Jekyll stumbles - away from Rooster and, unfortunately, toward you - and nearly falls before righting himself. He’s far too close now.

“What the fuck, man!” He shouts. The entire bar is silent. “I said, what the fuck, Bradshaw?”

No one says anything. You’re frozen once again as Jekyll looms a couple feet from you. At least you had the benefit of the bar before. Nothing separates you from the anger of the man who now towers over you. His head jerks to you. You’re the easier target.

“This is your fault,” he snatches at your arm, but Rooster is there. He shoves the angry man out the door.

“You know the rules,” Lieutenant Bradshaw laughs roughly, “‘No disrespecting a lady.' C’mon, let’s go, dickhead.” He isn’t suggesting Jekyll go outside alone; it’s a challenge. Rooster stalks out the door after the man into golden-hour light. Your mind spins as you can only watch. The image of Rooster Bradshaw, Hawaiian shirt askew, his knuckles bloody, his hair aflame with the sun, stuns you briefly - and it's a hell of a view.

“You can’t just fucking grab her, and you won’t touch her again. You won’t come back,” Lieutenant Bradshaw orders. “Are you clear on that, Jekyll? I can make it clearer.”

“You’re a fuckin’ pussy. You’re gonna take her side? You’ve known me since A School, man. All this over a four?” Jekyll shouts, insulting you again.

Rooster takes three powerful strides until he’s in Jekyll’s face but he says nothing. Jekyll’s jaw visibly clenches as if deciding something.

He makes the decision.

His left fist slams into Rooster’s stomach; but Rooster was prepared for a low blow, so he hardly bends forward at the pain. However, Jekyll’s right fist lands on the side of Lieutenant Bradshaw’s face, and Rooster staggers sideways two steps. Both men are six-foot-nothing and well-built, but Bradshaw has a stronger emotion than anger on his side. His left hand grabs Jekyll’s shoulder and his right slams into the center of the smaller man’s face once, twice. Jekyll stumbles away again, falling this time to his knees, but he staggers to his feet quicker than you like. His eyes are livid, his mouth and nose full of blood.

Rooster stares him down, a drop of his own blood on the left side of his mouth. His hands are balled and he breathes heavily in anger, facing the sunset.

“I do not understand your problem here, man,” the banned pilot shouts.

“You don’t need to,” Rooster answers. “You just need to fucking leave.” Rooster straightens his tall frame, and repositions himself so that he’s blocking the entrance to the bar.

“Know when you're beat, man,” he warns as Jekyll starts toward him, but then a man pushes brushes past you, then another, then a third. The other Hard Deck patrons have seen enough and two of them pull Jekyll away. One man stands in front of the Lieutenant, defusing. Rooster nods once, then deadpans: “Hilarious coming from you, Hangman.” He then turns around to face the building - and you.

His eyes meet yours, and you’re sure you look terrified. Fights aren’t totally uncommon at the Hard Deck, but fights in which you’re the topic of debate certainly are. Could you lose your job for not stopping the fight? No, surely not. Would Lieutenant Bradshaw get in trouble? Probably, the Navy didn’t appreciate fights between servicemen. It was nice of Rooster to kick Jekyll out, but to continue the fight? How could he have taken that so personally?

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologize as he nears you, though you did nothing wrong. “I- I never expected him to come back here.”

“‘s’not your fault he’s a fuckin’ dick.” He smirks, his mustache quirking up at the corner. He works his jaw around, testing to see if it was truly damaged. His sweat glistens on his forehead, across the small bit of chest visible in the brilliant light; the veins in his neck are pulsing. You notice his Hawaiian shirt is skill askew and the white undershirt has taken a drop of blood from his mouth.

“Let me help,” you hear yourself say; your stomach knots. The adrenaline is wearing off and you’re worried about what to say to the intimidatingly beautiful man who just took two punches - For me? You wonder. You start walking into the rear of the Hard Deck. His slow, sure footsteps echo behind you as you step into the cleaning closet and grab a first aid kit. Then into the kitchen for some ice. When you reutrn, he’s seated at a table in the corner. He’s facing you and he looks oddly satisfied, you think. A strangled giggle leaves your mouth at the absurdity of the situation.

“What?” He asks. “You alright?” When you don’t reply, he continues, “That bastard owes the whole bar a round, but I think he owes you a lot more, honey.”

You smile softly at the concern, but your heart thuds with his use of the pet name. “Yeah, no, I’m fine.” You debate telling him why Jekyll upset you so easily. You want to open up to him, to explain why you were so shaken when that asshole walked into the Hard Deck. Plus, why should you be ashamed of what Jekyll did all those years ago? That was on him, not you. So, you tell him the short version.

“A few years ago, he tried to- well, he grabbed- he kind of- touched me.” You finish lamely, partially second-guessing your decision to tell him such an uncomfortable thing.

He’s silent for a moment, his jaw clenching. “Son of a bitch,” he mutters. The veins in his tanned neck are visible again and your mouth is dry. “If I’d known that I’d’ve kept goin’,” he snorts.

“No, I’m really grateful for your help, but I’m glad you weren’t more seriously hurt,” you say, staring at the small cut on his cheekbone. It ran parallel to one of his other scars. How had he gotten those? The one on his neck looked downright inviting. You shamelessly let your eyes drink him in.

“Mmm, you don’t think I could’ve taken him?” He teases, examining his hand.

“Oh,” you breathe, “I think you could take just about anything.” You weren’t just thinking about fighting anymore, and it resonated in your voice. You bite your lip to prevent further embarrassment spilling from you.

Rooster hears the want in your voice. He's been waiting to hear it. His hooded eyes look up at you through dark lashes and he challenges, “You think you could take anything?” His voice is husky, suggestive.

He lifts up his right hand and you wildly think for a moment he’s going to grab your waist, but then you realize it’s for the bandage you’re holding. You take his hand in your own and carefully wrap the bloodied knuckles with gauze, remembering the times you’d accidentally touched his fingers. You had been right, he was warm. Being close enough to touch him, you smell the sea salt and sweat on him. It shouldn’t be as pleasing as it is. You can feel his eyes on your face, though you keep your own on the gauze. You’re working slowly because you don’t want the moment to end, and you’re afraid of what happens when it does. Your hands tremble, but his are steady. Then, inevitably, you tie the gauze. Your eyes flick up to meet his.

His pupils are blown, the deep honey color of his irises ringing the space you’re falling into. Your stomach drops, leaving you feeling untethered. His mouth opens, his tongue flicking across his lips to wet them absentmindedly. The movement brushes his mustache briefly and you want to do the very same.

“How long is your shift?” he asks, breaking the silence. His dark eyes commanding your attention.

“I close,” you breathe out ruefully, frowning.

“Aw, well that’s a shame, sweetheart.” He drawls, waiting for another answer.

“I’m off tomorrow?” You’re unsure why you phrase it as a question.

His face cracks into a smile that would break your heart if it didn’t send you soaring instead. “How do you feel about flying?”

“Flying?” You’re taken aback. You’ve not been on an airplane in years; the last trip had you kissing the ground upon arrival, but you’re not totally opposed to the idea - especially if your pilot was the best the Navy had to offer.

“Sure,” he answers, “Mav’s got this two-seater we’ve been working on. I think it’s ready for a go.”

You only know who “Mav” is because Penny’s been flirting with him at the bar for the past month or two. Though you had noticed him watching Rooster play and sing, the connection between the two hadn’t been obvious.

Not wanting to give in too easily, you tease him, “Hmm, could be fun. But I think it depends.”

His eyebrow quirks, “Depends on what?” The chair creaks under his weight as he sits up straight, ready for your stipulations. He’s so tall that even while sitting he’s eye-level with you.

“On who will be piloting.”

His jaw drops, his hand goes to his chest in mock-offense. “Wow. Just cut me to my core, huh?” His smirk returns, “Alright, fine, offer revoked.” Your mouth drops open to backpedal but he continues to tease, “How ‘bout a drive then? That safe enough for you, ma’am?”

Though truthfully you absolutely trusted him as a pilot, the image of him in his baby-blue Bronco speeding down PCH, the Hawaiian shirt he’d undoubtedly wear blowing in the breeze, was too appealing. You tilt your chin up and answer in a voice you hope sounds seductive, “I think that’d be acceptable, Lieutenant.”

What neither of you were expecting was his body’s reaction to your use of his title. His eyebrows shoot upward in surprise, his back stiffens. He attempts to subtly shift his hips in an attempt to adjust himself, but he knows you saw. That godforsaken, smug smile, crowned by that retro mustache, returns as he murmurs, “Looks like you better save that for later, darlin’.” He then stands and you’re nearly touching his chest. He slowly steps around you and asks, “Ginger, be here tomorrow for me?”

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Since Rooster never specified a time, you show up at the Hard Deck the next day at opening. It’s mid-day and the sun is baking down. You’d take the dry Californian heat over the humidity of the South you grew up in any day. There was a breeze from the ocean which pushed at the bottom of your blue sundress. Sitting down at one of the outside tables, you pull a book from your bag. And if he decided not to come, this wasn’t far from how you’d spend a day off, anyway.

An hour later, the sun had conquered the shade in which you’d been sitting, so you head inside. Penny is at the bar with Maverick. They smile at you and Penny asks, “So where you guys headed today?”

“I actually have no idea. I don’t even know if he’ll be here for sure.”

“Oh, he’s comin’.” Maverick laughs, smiling fondly.

Smiling in response, you ask, “What makes you so sure, sir?”

The older man takes a sip of his whiskey and says, “You haven’t noticed? Kid doesn’t take his eyes off you. Most of those piano performances are to get your attention.” He laughs again, shaking his head. “He got that from his daddy.” There’s tenderness in his voice, but you’re unsure why.

Penny looks at you with a knowing smile on her face - you’d confessed your own crush to her a week ago. It had been a literal confession; she’d caught you paying for his drink without his knowledge. She opens her mouth to say something teasing, but the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside fills the quiet seaside air. Worrying about the teasing the two of you would get if he came inside right now, you smile a goodbye at the couple and rush out the door.

Closing his Bronco door is exactly what you’d pictured the day before: Bradley Bradshaw in a tan Hawaiian shirt and board shorts that show off his long, muscled legs. You’re standing there, hands clasped out of anxiety, as he sees you. His eyes meet yours, but they shamelessly trail down your chest and over your dress. He leans sideways against his truck.

“Blue’s my favorite color, y’know,” he grins.

Suddenly you realize you match his truck, and you laugh, “I hope you don’t think I chose the color of my outfit to impress you.” You step a little closer.

“The color is not what’s impressing me,” he blurts, then tries to gloss over it: “You’re ready to go?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

It wasn’t an attempt to fluster him, that word was part of your daily vocabulary, but again his cheeks blush and his right hand moves to his waistband, adjusting his bottoms. He clears his throat. You’re confused at his reaction; doesn’t he call you “ma’am” just about every day? He gives you a look you don’t quite get, and he walks around to the passenger door.

Opening the door for you with his right, he holds out his left forearm for you to grab while you climb up into the car. “Ma’am,” he instructs, proving you were right to be confused.

Deciding that touching him right now would be in detriment to your own self-control, you grab the handle and hop up in the seat before he can assist.

He shakes his head and teases, “Independent, huh?”

“Maybe,” you retort. The door shuts and you watch him as he goes around the hood to his own door. He’s so mesmerizing even just walking. His shoulders roll; he struts. It’s the kind of quiet confidence that strikes you in your core; you’re a little embarrassed as your body responds to something so small. He hasn’t even touched me, you chastise yourself, stop it.

He doesn’t need to jump into the car, his long legs equipped for the job. He turns to you, taking in the sight of you in his passenger seat finally. His mouth quirks into that breathtakingly smug half-smile and you flush with heat. He pops on his dad’s Ray Bans and says, “Alright, baby, let’s go.”

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“So, where are we going?” You query. The windows are partially down as Rooster rushes along the Pacific Coast Highway. His speed surprises you; you’re not worried about your safety, but you were thinking it would be a lazy drive and it’s clear he’s distracted.

“There’s a hidden spit of beach less than an hour from town - rock piles on both sides. Not a lot of people know about it, and it’s one of my favorite places to think, to breathe.” He answers, glancing at your reaction to the openness of that statement.

Since he seems willing, you ask him, “What do you go there to think about?” Your head tilts a little, a lock of your long, brown curls rolling into your face. He notices, debating whether or not that kind of touch is too soon. You move the hair away before he decides, so he answers your question instead, his eyes on the road.

“Whatever is happening,” he chuckles. “There’s always something.” Then he adds, “We’re nearly there.”

Okay, so maybe not that open. You wait for a moment to see if he’ll say more, but he doesn’t.

You tease, “Ah, well, that’s fascinating. You’re taking me out here to think with you? It’s hard to use that brain without a little help, huh?”

His head tilts back as he laughs. “Corny. C’mon, you can do better than that.”

“It made you laugh. That was its job.”

He glances over at you again, this time with a mischievous look.

“My brain works just fine, thanks. Can’t say much for yours,” he jokes. “Coming out here with a man you barely know? Not very smart, darlin’.”

You’re torn for a second - obviously, you trust this man with your life, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting in his truck, but you can’t help but briefly question: was he making fun of your naivety? Your experience with Jekyll? It doesn’t occur to you that he doesn’t know the details enough to poke fun at you. Your brow furrows for a second, unsure how to process the joke. Your silence makes him uncomfortable. The Bronco slows as he turns onto a sandy side road then stops a few hundred yards from the main road.

His seat squeaks as he turns toward you; Rooster backpedals, “Hey, you can trust me,” his eyes bore into yours, begging. “Shitty joke.”

His eyes are alight with concern, his eyebrows knit together. Rooster mentally berated himself. He’d been incredibly turned on by your outfit, your teasing - more than he expected to be. The entire drive he had spent vacillating between kissing you or waiting, not wanting to screw this up. He’d meant to come across as flirty, but he’d stuck his foot in his mouth instead.

“Oh. No, you’re fine,” you realize the simple miscommunication. “I just misconstrued that.”

“No, I’m sorry. Really shitty joke. That won’t happen again.” He promises, knowing he’ll keep it. He reaches for your hand, truly apologetic. Your core sparks up as his calloused hand takes yours. You watch, stunned by the feeling of him twining and untwining your fingers with his own. Still trying to read your expressions, he waits.

You look up and the light in your core ignites into a fireball as you recognize the look in his eyes. Instead of speaking your forgiveness aloud, you place your free hand on his cheek, your thumb caressing his scars. His eyes close blissfully; his mustache tickling your palm as he tilts his head into your hand. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen a man.

You both let the moment deepen, and his eyes open slowly, pure desire written in them. He leans in further, and you’re frozen in your seat, hand still holding his cheek. His free hand smooths across your cheek and into your hair. He’s so close you can feel his breath, and your lips part to breathe him in. Your other hand fulfills a wish you’ve had for weeks: you touch the side of his neck, and it’s a dangerous move. His pulse is racing, skin heated like the sand outside. Your thumb brushes over his Adam’s apple and he swallows.

Involuntarily, you moan, “Oh,” and he’s done.

He nearly crushes his pouting lips to yours, parting your lips further, and you let his wide tongue dip into your mouth. It feels so good to let him in; you want nothing more than the feeling of him everywhere. The warmth sparks down into your thighs, your stomach. The hand in your hair pulls you in further, deeper. His kiss becomes desperate. Your left hand cups his jaw while the other drops weakly into your lap. When your lips gap in between kisses, a low sound escapes him, sending another wave of electricity through you. His left hand moves to your throat, feeling the soft skin, and he drinks in the soft moan you make.

He breaks the kiss and looks down with lidded-eyes, about to ask you if you’re okay, when you smile up at him. His eyes glance down at your lips again and you can’t take it anymore: you push out of your seat and climb onto him.

Rooster smiles so widely, you almost cry. You kiss him again, deeper, still deeper, as he continues to make those noises that only he could. His mustache tickles and burns in a way you’d never thought you'd love so much. Your thighs enjoy the feeling of his hands, his thick arms holding you up. God, you’re glad you wore a dress. He’s holding you off of his lap, though, he won’t let you feel him, yet. Your hands work to slip his unbuttoned shirt off, but he’d have to drop his hold to do so. The noises you make probably sound desperate but you don’t care. His biceps flex as he breaks the kiss again, this time to see your face as he lowers you onto his tented shorts.

The sound that leaves your lips is a cry of relief at the friction, unstoppable. His dick is already hard as steel, and though the shorts prevent any further study, you cry out at the feeling against your swollen self. Without any thought, you grind your hips against him slowly.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, lips against your cheek. His mustache sends a tingling sensation across your face and neck. Enjoying the feeling of your body as his fingers stroke your exposed thighs, he tilts his head back, which gives you access to his neck. You can’t stop yourself from dropping to lick and kiss him there, biting gently. He goes nearly weak beneath you. You remember your task of removing his shirt, and you all-but rip it off him. His white undershirt, though covering his chest, leaves none of the muscles in his arms to the imagination. You trail your fingers down his shoulder and bicep, momentarily stunned by them.

He laughs, “You alright, sweetheart?”

“You’re kinda hotter than me,” you let slip.

His face falls; he looks hurt. “Are you being serious?” Unsure how to answer that, and upset you might’ve ruined the moment, you grimace. “Holy shit,” he argues, “This isn’t the most intellectual thing I could say because most of the blood is not in my brain right now, but I’m in the Hard Deck almost every day. I love that place, but I don’t need to see it everyday. You, however, I do. I’ve had to - you know - take care of myself more than once after leaving your bar,” he admits. “And shit, that sounds creepy, but I promise, I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, apologetic that you let that intrusive thought out. Then your hand moves to his shorts. Under your lips, a hitched moan echoes as you unfasten them and slip your hand inside. Your lips part and you look up into his eyes as you feel the sheer size of him. Slowly, your hand strokes along him. His eyes close in pleasure and he mutters, “Fuck.” That word sends your body into a frenzy: you need him.

“Please,” you whimper. His grip on your hips tightens. Then, remembering, you beg, “Please, Lieutenant.”

His eyes shoot open, utterly black in his lust. His hips swell upward in response.

Again you push him, “Please, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” and you’re rewarded by the feeling of his dick twitching, straining in your hand still inside his shorts.

He takes you into his arms again, lifting you off his lap. You cry out in protest, but he throws open his door. With your legs wrapped around him, and his arms holding your ass, he gets out and walks to the back of his truck. He sets you carefully on the tailgate, stepping back, and you laugh as you realize the truck bed is filled with blankets.

“This wasn’t exactly my plan, I promise.” His boyish grin devastates your heart.

“You had a plan?” You ask playfully. You reach for his hand and pull him back to you, unable to stop touching him. His arm snakes around your back and he lays you down slowly, his hot mouth on yours.

Though you can’t see it, somewhere nearby is the shoreline, you hear the crash of the waves and the call of seagulls. The sun beats down, but the breeze from the ocean chases away most of the heat. You’re warmed now by the golden body of the man above you. Rooster’s thigh splits your legs open, his knee edging your legs even further apart. You giggle, and he grins once more. You pull his white tank top over his head, and your heart stops for a moment as the planes of his hard chest, his abdominal muscles are revealed to you. You had no idea he was this ripped.

He laughs at your reaction and whispers, “Your turn, baby.” His hand skates underneath your dress, up your thigh, savoring your expressions at the feeling. Then he reaches your hip, and his eyes go wide as his hand finds no cloth to remove.

“I had a plan,” you tease. As you speak, your hands push his waistband down. “One I’ve been thinking of every single day since you walked into the bar. I wanted you so badly, Lieutenant.”

His shorts now below his ass, you start to take him into your hands again but he thrusts against you. His biceps frame your head as he ruts along you, and the cry you make dies with the breeze. His moaning mouth goes to your neck, leaving marks from both lips and teeth. He’s almost feral with want. He sloppily kisses the hollow of your throat, then down across to the neckline of your dress.

“Need this gone,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you start to obey, but before you can even touch the material, his arms flex as he tears your thin dress in two.

You gasp in pleasure as his tongue makes its way through the valley between your breasts, his mustache sweeping. The two of you are totally bare to each other, and you’d have it no other way. He thrusts against you again, leaving you gasping. His tongue enters your mouth with an aggressiveness you can’t help but wilt beneath. The feeling is sensational combined with the contact of his skin on your own; like you’re opening every part of yourself to him. But you know that’s not fully true yet, so you hook your calves around his thighs. Your arms cling around his neck, and you hear yourself moan, “Bradley, please.”

“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart.” He tilts his head back to look into your eyes. “I need you to look at me, okay?” You see the admiration and the lust filling them as you feel him push into you. The moans from both of you mingle in the salty air. The feeling of him inside you is nearly unbearable.

“Oh, my god,” you cry out. He fills you so well. You’re gasping again, “You’re-”

He silences you with another deep kiss. His thrusts come hard, but slowly at first. But he’s starving and the sound of his hips slapping your thighs turns both of you on even more. He’s hitting you in a place you weren’t sure existed, building the tension in your body with every push. He leans into your ear, keeping his rhythm, and murmurs, “You drive me crazy. Always. Those low-cut tank tops, your tight shorts,” he sounds like he’s losing control. “You know what you’re doing.” He licks your throat and continues, “You’re mine, darlin’. You’re done for now.”

His words undo the knot in your core, and your body shudders around him. He smiles and says, “That’s my girl.” But he doesn’t lessen his pace. He thrusts faster, needing to claim you fully.

Your body still shaking, you gather the presence of mind to breathe in his ear, “I want to be yours.”

And he comes apart, his hips stutter, the powerful feeling of release shocking through him. He buries one final push as he lets go, and he leans his head on your shoulder, panting.

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The deepening blue, Southern California sky expands above you. Twilight is approaching and the late hour casts its honeyed light. The breeze whistles softly as Bradley twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. You lay next to him, head on a pillow, your right arm across his bare body. Your fingers trail the lines of his muscular chest until he disappears under the blanket he’d brought. You briefly wonder what you'll wear home now that your dress is mangled; you smile as you decide to steal his Hawaiian shirt.

“I really did not intend for that to happen. I wanted to do it right with you.” He eventually says, his eyes following a cloud.

“Oh.” You wonder if he’s regretting having moved so quickly. “I’m sorry.”

He shifts to look at you. “No, I just wanted you to know I wasn’t- I didn’t want to just-” He raises his hands in suggestion and makes a face like you know what I mean. He explains, “I mean that I wanted this to be real. A real date. Not a one-time-thing.” He pauses, searching your face, “If you feel the same.”

Reassured, you tease him, wanting him to say it outright, “If I feel the same as what, sir?” You look up at him innocently.

He huffs a laugh, now knowing your game but playing along anyway. His voice starts dangerously low, intentionally sexy, “The same as how you make me feel, honey. Like the world doesn’t matter as long as you’re nearby.” His voice changes slightly into a confessional, “I feel home when I see you, and yeah, maybe that’s crazy -” He trails off, his eyes dance between yours, trying to read you, wondering if he said too much too soon.

“I would say that’s crazy - if it were anyone else. But with you…” You reach up to brush your fingertips along his cheeks, his chin. You pull him down for a kiss, pure sweetness in it, willing him to feel your emotions. “With you, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’ll never have enough of you.”

“Holy shit, you’re it for me.” He beams, pulling you on top of him.

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mytheoristavenue · 2 years ago

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OP Usopp x Sick!Reader - What would you say?

Summary: Usopp, wondering why he hadn't seen you all day, finds you very ill in the girls' quarters. After taking you to the sickbay to see Chopper, he refuses to leaver your side.

Warnings: A lot of fluff, a bit of angst, sick comfort.

You groaned, brows knit and chest heaving as you rolled over to face the door of the girls' bedroom. Pulling the covers over your shoulder and against your face, you couldn't help but huff. Why was it so goddamned hot in here? Loosening the tuck of your blanket, you were immediately stung by freezing air, opting to just suffer under the heat of your quilt, than the agonizing needles of the air. What the hell was going on?

Elsewhere, Usopp sat at the dining table eating breakfast with a few other crew members, who lounged as they usually did on a sunny Sunday morning. "Hey, Robin," he asked, breaking the tranquil quiet that seemed to blanket the entire ship. She looked up from the novel she was reading, glancing up at him, and using the break of focus as an excuse to take a sip of tea. "Have you seen (Y/N) today? She never sleeps this late." He wondered, noting that they hadn't docked in weeks, and that they weren't even close to land, so she couldn't have gone on an errand without him knowing.

"I'm not sure she feels well today." Robin answer with a kind smile. "She was still asleep when I got up, and when I offered to bring her anything she declined." Usopp thought on her answer for a moment before she continued. "I touched her forehead and she seemed warmer than usual, so I asked Sanji to brew her some tea that might help a fever come down."

"That's really sweet of you," the sniper remarked, silently worried over his friend's well being. As if on cue, the chef walked over to the table, setting down and small tray holding a cup of steaming tea, and a jammed biscuit on a saucer.

"Here it is now, thank you Sanji," the ravenette nodded to the blonde appreciatively.

"Hey, wait," Usopp interjected as Sanji began to exit the kitchen, tray in hand. "I'll take it to her. I was gonna go check on her anyways." The chef quirked a brow at his friend's sudden willingness to help, but ultimately passed the it over.

"Just make sure she drinks that tea, I hand picked all the herbs myself and I don't want my time going to waste." Sanji advised, turning back to what he was doing before the request. "And you better not drop that, either."

Usopp simply rolled his eyes at his uptightness, descending the hall toward the sleeping quarters. When he arrived at the door of the girls' room, the carefully held the tray in one hand and knocked with the other, wanting to make sure no one else was there. When he got no response, he cautiously twisted the knob and opened the door to reveal you in the first bunk he found, curled up in a pitiful little ball.

"(Y/N), you okay?" he asked inching towards you timidly. "I brought you something from Sanji." You failed to respond, simply panting from under your blanket. Setting the tray down on another bunk, he slowly made his way to your bedside, laying the back of his hand on your forehead. "Shit, you are hot." he remarked, a bit surprised that what Robin had said earlier was true.

"'M fine...go away." you finally mumbled, rolling away from him to face the wall. Usopp sat beside you on the bed, his hand once again against your head, to gauge just how bad your fever was.

"Maybe you should go see Chopper." he suggested, brows knit with concern. "You seem pretty sick." You growled in annoyance, forcing yourself to sit up, and eventually dragging yourself out of bed, standing on the terribly cold floor. He watched you as you walked over to your dresser, picking out your clothes for the day with a worried expression. "I think you should lay back down,"

"I've got too much to do today to just lay in bed all day. I told you I'm...I'm fi...ne..." With that, you instantly hit the floor, fainting in the middle of the room. Usopp bolted up to catch you, but was unfortunately not able to get to you in time.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay? Please wake up!" he panicked, shaking you gently as he cradled you in his lap. When you came to seconds later, you looking up at him, confused and delirious.

"Usopp...what are you doing in here, this is the girls' room..." His face paled as he struggled to find an answer, befuddled that you'd forgotten that he was even there.

"I've gotta get you to Chopper, he'll know what to do." he concluded, trying his best to calm himself down, before scooping you up into his arms and carrying you out of them room. On the way to the sick bay, he noticed you fading in and out of consciousness, your head occasionally slumping to fall limp off the side of his forearm. Once he reached the doctor's office, he immediately burst into the room.

"There's something wrong with (Y/N)!" he shouted to the small doctor, who instructed him to lay you down in one of the beds that lined the west wall.

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Some time later, your eyes fluttered open to see that your surroundings were different from how you'd left them. Almost instantly, you were hit with an absolutely splitting headache, surely a side effect of the pressure in your sinuses, and the time unconscious certainly couldn't have helped.

"Oh, (Y/N), I'm so glad you're awake." a shrill voice voice called, accompanied by cloven footsteps making their way over. "You really had me worried." You rolled over to find the Straw Hats' doctor strolling to your bedside, a clipboard in hand.

"Chopper...?" you verbally noted, deducing that if he was here, you must be in the infirmary. "How'd I get here?" you asked, sitting up a bit and looking around.

"Please don't try to get up," he advised, gently pushing you back down. "Usopp said you fainted in your room, and he carried you here." You blushed a bit at the thought, more embarrassed than anything else. You probably looked like such a mess. "Don't worry, though, you haven't been out very long."

"How long exactly?" you wondered, tilting your head a bit, only to correct it, finding that the action made your migraine worsen.

"Almost four hours."

"Four hours?!" you panicked, jumping out of bed, looking all around for your shoes, only to remember you probably hadn't worn any to begin with.

"Please calm down!" Chopper stressed, running to the door to try and block you from it, and pressing his hooves to your shins, in an effort to force you back into bed with his little brute strength. "You're still sick, you shouldn't be out of bed!" Just as you reached the door, you were able to step over him and the corners of your vision began to darken. The last thing you felt was the doctor tugging backward on your left leg, before both buckled under your weight.

Luckily for you, Usopp opened the door just in time for you to slump forward into his arms. He thanked his lucky stars he was able to catch you this time, now maybe he wouldn't feel so bad for the last. Your eyes had hardly even shut before they fluttered open again, gazing up hazily at the sniper for the second time today. "Usoppppp," Chopper whined. "Tell her to stay in bed, she won't listen to me!"

The man's eyes softened exponentially when they shifted back to your sleepy face and he sighed with a kind smile. "You really should rest," he said lightly, helping you back over to your bed and getting you laid down. The small reindeer huffed with crossed arms as he followed the two of you, taking his chart into his hooves again.

"You might as well get comfortable," he pouted, still upset at your lack of care for his professional opinion. "I'm gonna have to keep you overnight, possibly longer."

This perked your interest and you snapped your head to him as he began to read off your chart. "Wait, all night? Why, it's just a little fever, right?" your fretted. "Right?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." he sighed, flipping through the pages on his clip board. "(Y/N), have you ever eaten a Devil Fruit before?"

Your eyes widened at the question. Of course you hadn't, you were just a normal person! You didn't have any powers! "No, I think I'd know if I had, Chopper." you rolled your eyes. "What could possibly make you think that?"

"I didn't understand it at first, but your symptoms all align with sea water poisoning, but that could only be the case if you were a Devil Fruit user." He explained, offering for you to look at some of his notes. "Is it possible that you have been in contact with and sea water lately?"

"No, but it wouldn't matter if I had," you answered flatly. "I'm not a Devil Fruit user." Chopper sighed with frustration, rubbing his head and walking away to sit down and review his notes.

"I'm sorry, maybe I made a mistake, I haven't been feeling very good either." he confessed with little energy.

Usopp sat and thought for a moment, looking around for a clue as to what could help solve the mystery. He eventually took to looking you up and down. Maybe you'd been bitten by something and they'd just glossed over it? That's when he noticed how swollen your feet looked. He curiously stood up and studied your soles, which didn't go unnoticed. "Hey, what are you looking at my feet for, you creep?!" you shrieked, pulling your legs up to hug them and hiding your feet.

He simply tilted his head in confusion. "What are those on the bottom of your feet?" He asked causing you to blush with embarrassment. This caught Chopper's attention, who wandered over to see what the fuss was about.

"What's wrong with my feet, huh?" you defended, still hiding them and refusing when the doctor asked to see. After a bit more prodding, you hesitantly, and humiliatingly let the two study your soles for any potential clues.

"They're almost like the pads on cats' paws," Usopp remarked, poking one, causing you to squirm.

"You've had these all your life?" Chopper asked, finally ending his observation and walking to your bedside.

"I wasn't born with them, no, but I've had them since I was little," you answered, still pouting over the whole ordeal. "They just kind of showed up one day. You mean you guys don't have them?"

That's when the pieces fell together for the reindeer. "That's why your steps don't make noise when you walk!" he exclaimed, finally solving the puzzle. "You must have eaten the Shh Shh fruit as a child! It grants the power of stealth, but you've never needed to use it, so you never knew you had it!"

"But I don't ever remember eating a special fruit?" you asked, puzzled by this new revelation.

"Some fruits can look really mundane, or even disguise themselves!" he explain, retrieving a large book and setting it onto your lap, open to a very specific page. "And look! It says here that it was last seen on the island you grew up on!"

You were having a hard time wrapping your head around what he was telling you. You had powers and you never even knew? That seems a little far fetched. "That still doesn't explain why I feel so bad." You reminded him. Chopper thought for a moment before his eyes widened and locked onto the necklace you were wearing.

"When did you find that stone?" he asked, pointing to the pendent.

"Last time we docked, why?" you cocked a brow, holding it close to your chest, afraid he might confiscate it.

"But when did you start wearing it around your neck?" he pressed.

"I just put it on the chord last night, and then I wore it to bed. Again, why?" You were beginning to get irritated with his interrogation. "Chopper, just tell me what's going on."

"That's a seastone." he said so matter of factly. "It has to be. It has the same effect as sea water on Devil Fruit users. That explains why I've been feeling so tired since you came in. You have to take it off."

You hesitated, having grown attached to rock, unwilling to just throw it away, it was special to you. With a bit more persuasion, you reluctantly took it off, dropping it into Usopp's waiting hand, who then pocketed it to keep it from falling into unexpecting possession.

Instant you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. The entire room felt lighter, and your throat ached a bit less. "Now that that's out of the way, we can get you better!" The doctor chirped, already feeling much better himself.

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Nearly an hour had passed since your diagnosis with seastone poisoning, and you were still in bed, only this time with a tray of delicious food, curtesy of Sanji, who'd forgiven you for wasting his time by not drinking his tea. Usopp had also left for a bit to take the rock to his workshop, thinking that the shavings from of it might make for a useful bullet for his Kabuto. Chopper had taken this time to fashion a regiment of treatment for your sickness, which consisted of rest, fluids, hearty foods, and a special cocktail of medicines which he made himself. He also recommended you still stay with him until you were better so he could monitor you.

Now that you were fed and hydrated, and had had the first dose of your medicine, all that was left was to rest. A part of you was nervous about spending the night alone in the sick bay. You had gotten so used to sleeping with others in the room through bunking with the girls that you had forgotten what true silence sounded like.

Chopper had long since retired to his sleeping area, a small closet conjoined to the infirmary, and you laid wide awake, staring at the wooden ceiling, wondering when you'd finally fall asleep. A small creak startled you and you shot up to find the door slowly creeping ajar, before you began to make out a long nosed figure peaking in. "You can come in, Usopp."

He accepted your offer, quietly shutting the door behind him, as if he could disturb any other other patients. Tip-toeing, he made his way over to you and sat down at the foot of your bed. "How do you feel?" he asked softly glancing over to you.

"Better." you answered blandly. A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke up again. "I just wanted to say...thank you for bringing me here. You probably saved my life."

Blood rushed to his face as he smiled, a part of him wanting to boisterously accept your thanks, shrugging it off as what any hero would do, but for whatever reason, it didn't feel right in this case. "You're welcome, I was pretty worried about you, ya know?" You nodded in response. This felt so awkward, Usopp could hardly stand it. "Well, it's getting late and you're probably tired so-"

"I can't sleep." You corrected him, looking more passed him than at him. You were incredibly tired, but your anxieties wouldn't allow you and rest.

"Oh," he stiffened at your sudden melancholy, before softening with pity. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I just don't want to be alone." you muttered somberly, pulling your blanket higher over your legs.

"Well," he cleared his throat, looking to the ceiling with a slight blush. "M-Maybe I can sleep with you tonight?" His eyes widened when he realized his poor choice of words and he immediately back tracked. "N-Not like with you, with you, of course! Like in the next bed, I mean. Or in the farthest one if that's what you want, or not at all or-"

"Would you please?" The tenderness and desperation in your voice was almost enough to startle him. "Please, I just won't want to be alone."

His gaze softened as he cast it over you. "S-sure." He confirmed, standing to set himself up in the adjacent bed. As he sat down, untying his hair and kicking out of his shoes, you took a second to take him in. You rarely got to see him in anything casual, let alone pajamas. His hair was wild and free, yet well maintained, forming a spherical mass of coils that spilled from a shallow widow's peak. He lacked any of his common accessories, only dressed in a baggy tan t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked so comfortable as he massaged his fingers into his scalp, releasing some of the residual tension from his ponytail.

Without noticing your admiration, he easily slid beneath the quilt on his bed, snuggling down onto his side, facing you with a kind smile. "Goodnight, (Y/N)." he cooed, letting his eyes fall heavy.

"Usopp?" you whispered guiltily. He had just tried to go to sleep and you were already waking him. He popped one eye open with a snicker, only to have his expression fall into frozen shock when he found you, scooted as far away as you could, holding your blanket up, inviting him into your bed.

"Y-You want me to..." he stammered, failing to find appropriate words for the situation. He didn't want to admit to having the wrong idea.

"Can you could sleep with me?" you asked timidly, unknowingly batting your lashes. "It's just that...my bunk is a little smaller than this so the bed feels so big."

"I could take up some space. I-If that'll help you, I mean." he answered, already sitting up. Before long, he was in your bed, laying on his back, stiff as a board. You wanted so badly to lay your head against his chest. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. "Are you sure this is okay? 't's a little cramped." he admitted with a nervous laugh. Your cheeks burned from embarrassment with the possibility that you were making him uncoverable.

"I'm sorry, I just want to be close to you." you confessed, the urge to cry welling up in your chest, though you suppressed it.

"Really...?" he asked, in awe that someone like you wanted to be near someone like him so badly. You nodded bashfully, before rolling over, already too humiliated to deal with his need for validation. A moment later, you gasped, feeling his strong arms encase you in a loving cage, pressing your back to his chest. "Is this okay?"

You nodded again, feeling your heart swell in your chest. "That feels really nice, actually." you sighed, shimmying your shoulders to be even closer to him. "If I told you I liked you right now, would you leave?"

"No," he confirmed, nuzzling his forehead against the back of your scalp. "If I told you that I think you're the most dazzling woman I've ever met, would you still want me here?"

"I would," you answered, bringing your hands to cover your face, as it was glowing far too bright for your own good. "If you said that, would you mean it?"

"Every word. I wish I could tell you that you're the most inspirational person in my life, that just looking at you're pretty smile makes me want to be the best man I can be." he confessed, his finger tips gently tracing up your arm to find your hand and interlacing with yours. "But I'm worried you'll think I'm a creep."

"I wouldn't think that." you mumbled, pecking a kiss onto the back of his hand. "Would you think I was a creep if I told you that I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met?"

"No," Usopp grinned form behind you, gently breaking away from you to pull you back to face him. "Would you think I was a creep if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?" You breathlessly shook your head, looking into his eyes as both his hands came up to cup your cheeks, sweetly connecting his lips to yours. Though the contact was short lived, the meaning behind it spoke volumes. He held you like this for a moment, his thumbs just caressing your cheeks lovingly.

"If I told you I loved you, what would you say?" you finally asked, entirely entranced in him.

"I'd tell you it's about time."

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Touron Pt 2

Lu. The sweetest thing I'd ever laid eyes on. And so innocent. I wanted to wrap her in bubble wrap and put her in a box just to protect her from the ugly world. The moment I saw her, I had to know her. I hadn't planned on doing anything with her but now that I had, I was hooked. I wanted all her kisses, her sounds, the face she makes when she cums, her claw marks on my skin. And that nervous laugh? Fuck. I was so screwed.

And to top it all off? She was cousins with the Cameron's. I'd love to see Rafe's face if he found us against the stone wall of his property.

But JJ Maybank doesn't date and he sure as hell doesn't fall in love. Girls like Lu though, they fall hard. The first guy that gives them attention and they're love sick puppies. I needed to make sure that didn't happen. I didn't want to break her heart. Plus she's a Touron so she'd be leaving as soon as summer was over. I just had to make sure I made the most of it. I needed to make it known that this was strictly a friends with benefits ordeal. And that she wasn't allowed to hook up with other guys. Fuck.

"Yo, JJ, you awake?" I manage to throw the blanket up over the naked blonde sleeping next to me just as JB lets the door swing open. His eyes widen and I give him a dry look. "Sorry!" He whisper yells and I roll my eyes. I needed a smoke. After last night, I was so uptight that I blew my load three times before I was spent. This girl thinks she's got a magic pussy when all reality, a short and sweet brunette was all I was seeing. I sat up on my elbows to help conceal my hardening cock.

"What's up, Bree?" I ask, dying for a joint. Kie would have the hookup.

"Let's go fishing." Meaning, let's go catch our food for the day since we're broke. Blondie pushes her bare ass against me under the covers.

"Give me twenty minutes." I say and he shuts the door. I yank the blanket off and she — Abby, I think — gives me a knowing smile. "We gotta make this quick." I snatch a condom off the nightstand and roll it on then push her onto her stomach. This position was deep and quick.

I quickly straddle her waist, my hands braced on either side of her head as I pushed inside. She moans loudly and I quickly picture a sweet brunette beneath me. My balls tighten immediately and I groan.

"You're so deep." She moans as I thrust hard and slow. I'll never live it down if I don't make this girl cum. I kiss and nip up her shoulder and lick the shell of her ear and she shudders.

"God, this pussy is so tight." Thrust.

"And warm." Thrust.

"I could fuck you all day long." Thrust.

She's clenching me now so I know she's close. No girl can resist my dirty words.

"Are you going to cum for me? Come on, baby." I thrust faster and she cries out into the mattress as she nears her edge.

"Play with yourself. Play with your clit." I encourage and her hand dives beneath her. The moment she touches herself her pussy clamps down on me, milking my own cum out as she climaxes. I groan loudly for added effect, so she thinks she did a good job, and slow to a stop.

"That was so hot." She mumbles into mattress. I've already discarded the condom and pulled on clothes that smell clean, throwing a hat on.

"I gotta go. Lock up." I flip her the peace sign and head out front where John B is waiting. I snatch my phone up from the table and find a text from an unknown number. It's Lu.

Hey, it's Lu (:

I text back.

Good morning pretty girl (;

I pocket my phone and jog down the dock to where John B is waiting.

"Change of plans." He says, starting the boat and heading towards town. I check the hidden compartment for Kie's stash but it's gone. I sigh dramatically.

"Grocery duty?" I ask as Heywards place comes into view.

"Yep. Easy money." John B chirps and I pull on my sun glasses. It was hot already. We dock, help Pope load up groceries for Figure 8, then take off.

"Who was that girl last night?" Pope asks me.

"Which one?" John B smirks and Pope's eyes widen.

"You had more than one!?" Pope gasps and I have to refrain from joking about his lack of experience.

"Not at the same time." I give a smug smile and they both shake their head.

"The girl from the party. The pretty brunette." A new feeling churns in my gut and I don't like it. Jealousy.

"Her name was Lucy." JB adds.

"She's a Touron. Just passing through." I deadpan.

"She was cute. Like in a sweet and innocent way." Pope says and I shift uncomfortably. I feel like a dog, needing to mark something as mine but I don't want them thinking it's anything serious.

"J, didn't you walk her home? Where's she staying?" John B adds and I want to kick him.

"Yea, she's staying on Figure 8." I chide, wanting to end this conversation. I check my phone and my heart skips a beat when I see her reply.

What are you up to? (:

Delivering groceries. U?

I get sucked into texting her so I can tune John B and Pope out. It's not long before we're docked and making deliveries around Figure 8 and our last stop just so happens to be the Cameron's. I jump up before John B can stop me and I take the two arm fulls of groceries down the dock towards the white mansion. I slip in through the side door and leave the groceries on the counter where a nice tip has been left. I look up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs and Lu gasps when she sees me, a blush covering her cheeks.

I quickly close the distance between us, smashing my lips to hers. I need to taste her. I need to be inside her again. Pope's words had been feeling territorial. Lu breaks away and takes my hand, leading me upstairs. She pulls me into an all white guest room and pushes me down onto a chair, quickly straddling my waist. I cup her neck and bring her mouth back to mine. We can't stop kissing. I think my lips are getting chapped but I can't stop. She shifts on my lap and I groan. Lu breaks our kiss, looking alarmed.

"Did I hurt you?" She asks and I smile at her innocence. I stand with her in my arms then sit her in the chair. I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs.

"You didn't hurt me. I just want to make you feel good. You're all I've been thinking about." I trail kisses up her inner thigh and she shudders. I quickly unbutton her shorts and she lifts her hips to help me slip them off with her panties. I smile when I spot how wet she is.

"I've never—um—what are you—." She can't seem to form the words as I start kissing along her inner thigh again. I stop just above her swollen clit and look up to see her dark eyes watching me, holding her breath.

"Let me take care of you. I promise you'll love this." I reassure her then I blow on her clit. She immediately bucks her hips with a whimper and I want to grin. I desperately want to take my time but I know I can't. I lick slowly from her entrance to her clit and she whines.

"You gotta be quiet for me." She clamps a hand over her mouth and I continue. I flick my tongue quickly over her sensitive nub as I ease a finger in and she damn near comes up off the chair.

"JJ." Lu breathes and if it's not the hottest thing I've ever heard. I slip in another finger as I suck on her clit, using my free hand to hold down on her pelvis as she shakes. I curl my fingers up just as I take her flesh between my teeth and she cums, whimpering behind her hand. I go until she's spent then I sit back on my heels, enjoying the sight of her in an orgasm coma, her pussy red and swollen from me.

"That was amazing." She breathes and I chuckle, licking my lips clean. I quickly wash my hands in the bathroom as she gets dressed. I'm surprised the guys aren't blowing up my phone.

"I gotta go." I say and she pouts.

"When can I see you again?" Lu asks and I cringe internally. She's already getting too attached. "I really want to return the favor." Lu adds and my cock twitches in my shorts. As if it wasn't already hard enough.

"What favor is that?" I toy with her and she squirms as she looks for the words. I lean in and capture her lips, letting my hands slide down to squeeze her perfect bubble butt.

"I want to suck you. I want to make you feel good too." She murmurs against my lips and I groan, catching her hand just as she reaches between us.

"Next time. The guys are waiting for me." I kiss her pouting lips and duck out the side door again, running smack into Rafe Cameron. I catch myself before I fall back and he gives a smug smile.

"What are you doing here, Pogue?" Rafe sneers. I try to step past him but he blocks my path.

"Groceries, Rafe." I snap.

"Yea? Where you been for twenty minutes? Did you take the tip money then start snooping for more?" Shit. Rafe pushes his chest against mine and I take a cautious step back. He's lucky we're on his property.

"No." I grit my teeth, itching to tell him I was knuckles deep in his sweet cousins cunt.

"How bout this? You give me the tip money and I won't tell my father you were snooping." I clench my teeth as I dig the bills from my pocket and hand them over, knowing I've lost.

"I wasn't snooping. I got lost. Big house and all." I snarl and he smirks, pocketing the money. It was more than I make in a week busing tables and I just let him have it to protect a girl.

"Right. Don't let me catch you here again." Rafe claps me hard on the shoulder and strolls inside. Fucking Kooks.

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