#LIKE HIS EYE LITERALLY WENT AROUND HIS HEAD!!!

[mattscoquette]

reader going through perv!matt’s journal

“i’ll be back in a sec, i just need to run downstairs and help chris with something really quick.”

that’s what matt told you over ten minutes ago, and he’s still gone. you were over at the triplets place hanging out with nick, when matt insisted he show you both his new pc set up. it only took nick five minutes to be over it, but you felt bad when you saw matt’s defeatist expression after nick went back to his room. you decided to stay, but soon after matt abandoned you to go do something with chris.

you could’ve gone back upstairs with nick, but you let your curiosity get the best of you, and somehow you were going through matt’s bedside drawers, seeing what he had in there.

you knew matt had a thing for you, he made it very, very clear. although those feelings weren’t really reciprocated, it was fun to tease him. like, really fun.

before you could stop yourself, the leather binding of matt’s journal was in your hands, itching to be opened and read. you thumbed through the pages, reading matt’s chicken scratch handwriting while he wrote about whatever. you didn’t want to be too invasive, but his journal piqued your interest a lot. you wondered if he ever wrote about you, or if he only kept those thoughts in his head.

your eyes skimmed up and down the pages, nothing really standing out to you until you saw your name.

today y/n came over to see nick. she had on this rly short skirt, i think they were going out to a bar or something later. i don’t really care. i overhear her talking to nick about the guys she gets with. i could be so much better than them. i would make her feel so good, where she’d be begging me for more. god her moans are probably so fucking pretty.

your cheeks got hot as they blushed a deep red, fingers flipping to the next entry.

it’s been a few days since i saw y/n, i miss her so much. i’ve probably touched myself to her more times than i can count in the last day or two. i don’t know what it is with her, but she just gets me so worked up. she doesn’t even have to do anything and i’ll literally get hard from her. a couple weeks ago we were at her place and i heard her in the shower. it turned me on so much i couldn’t handle it. i want her so bad.

there’s gotta be something seriously deranged about me. every time that y/n sleeps over here, i always sneak up to nicks room and take a pair of her panties. she has to have noticed by now. i can’t help it though. i use them to get myself off. sometimes she has really pretty lace ones, other ones are really really skimpy. i don’t care though. i wonder what they’d look like on her. she’d probably think im a fucking creep if she ever really found out. i wonder what she’d do.

at this point, your stomach was doing somersaults, and your thighs were pressed together, trying to relieve the ache that had grown in your cunt. maybe it was weird what he was doing, but the level of obsession was turning you on. bad.

you were quick to find a pen somewhere in the bedside drawer, popping the cap off and scribbling underneath the entry in your loopy handwriting.

you naughty boy. you didn’t learn that stealing was wrong? i would probably punish you and not let you cum. i would tease you, get you all wound up and make you hold it. id use my pretty pink panties around your cock to get you off and let you cum in them after edging you for so long. maybe i’ll use my hands too, or my mouth if you’re really good for me.

you grinned to yourself as you shut the journal, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth before returning the notebook to its rightful place, exactly how you found it.

you knew that matt wouldn’t do anything about it, either. he would see the note, and probably get off to it a million times, but never actually reach out to you. until then, he’d just have to learn how to keep pleasuring himself alone.

© mattscoquette | taglist

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡ inspired by this fic from my girl @st7rnioioss ♡︎♡︎ perv!matt is soooo back i miss that freak

[inseobts]

If it's not too much to ask but could you please do a story of only one of the Monster trio like Luffy or Zoro or Sanji? (Or the whole straw hat crew) with a reader whose birthday it is on the same day as a holiday like valentine's day (even though we've already went past it, or it could be any other holiday that you think?) But only her best friend (one of the crew members) remembers her birthday and now the others feel bad, so they decide to throw an "apology birthday party" to make up for it?

Apology Birthday Party

zoro x strawhat!reader

a/n: I hope this is what you wantedddd, let me know if you want it different tho (づ￣ 3￣)づ

words count: 1.3k

tags: sfw, romance, soft zoro, nico robin bff

masterlist || ko-fi

The Sunny is draped in pink and red decorations, hearts scattered across the deck like confetti. Sanji is running around serving chocolates and heart-shaped treats, Nami is counting stacks of berries won from lovestruck islanders, and Luffy is eating whatever he can get his hands on.

It’s Valentine’s Day. And it’s also your birthday.

But no one seems to remember that last part.

You don’t say anything, of course. It’s not like you expect them to throw a big celebration or anything, but a simple “Happy Birthday” would have been nice. Yet, with everyone wrapped up in the holiday of love, your special day is completely overlooked.

Well, almost everyone.

“Here” Robin says, appearing beside you with a small, neatly wrapped box in her hands. She smiles, that knowing glint in her eyes as she hands it over “Happy Birthday.”

Your heart warms “Robin…”

“I know how it feels to be forgotten” she says gently “But you’re not.”

You unwrap the gift to find a delicate bookmark pressed with dried blue forget-me-not flowers. It’s beautiful. And, fitting.

Before you can properly thank her, a loud, boisterous laugh fills the air “Oi, Robin, what’s that? Love letter for y/n?” Luffy grins, oblivious as ever. That, of course, draws the attention of the rest of the crew. Sanji practically skids over, hearts in his eyes.

“A love letter?! From who?! I’ll destroy them—”

Robin sighs, sipping her wine “It’s her birthday present.”

Silence.

Utter, dead silence.

The entire crew stares at you, then at Robin, then back at you again. The color drains from Sanji’s face. Franky’s jaw quite literally drops. Usopp nearly chokes on his own spit. Nami’s eyes widen, and Chopper gasps in horror. Even Luffy, who usually doesn’t have a care in the world, looks like someone just told him there’s no more meat on the ship.

But the worst reaction? Zoro’s.

His eye snap to yours, and you see something flicker behind them, something that looks suspiciously like guilt.

“Wait,” Usopp wheezes, gripping his head like it physically hurts “Today’s your birthday? Like, right now?”

“…Yeah.”

A chorus of expletives follows.

“We’re horrible!” Chopper wails, flopping dramatically onto the deck.

“How could I forget such an important day?!” Sanji cries, dropping to his knees like he’s been personally betrayed.

Robin chuckles into her drink “At least you all realized it before the day ended.”

That kicks everyone into action. Nami immediately starts planning an emergency “Apology Birthday Party” barking orders while Franky dashes off to set up decorations. Luffy insists on getting you the biggest cake possible, while Sanji declares he will cook a full birthday feast worthy of redemption. Usopp starts crafting a birthday gift at lightning speed, while Chopper is still crying about how bad of a friend he is.

In the middle of all the chaos, you catch Zoro watching you. His arms are crossed, his expression unreadable, but there’s tension in his stance. And then, without a word, he turns and disappears below deck.

You don’t see him for the next hour.

By the time he returns, the impromptu party is already in full swing. The crew has somehow managed to pull together a spectacular celebration, with streamers, food, and a birthday banner that is only slightly lopsided. You’re seated at the center, laughing as Luffy shoves an unreasonable amount of cake into his mouth.

Then Zoro drops something onto the table in front of you.

You blink. It’s a small box, wrapped haphazardly, almost like he struggled with it. When you glance up at him, his face is turned away, slightly pink at the tips of his ears.

“Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it” he mutters, arms crossed.

Curious, you open it and your breath catches.

It’s a charm. A small, silver sword pendant attached to a simple chain. The craftsmanship is rough, but undeniably his.

“…Did you make this?”

Zoro shrugs, still not looking at you “Had some spare materials lying around.”

Your fingers curl around the charm, warmth blooming in your chest “I love it.”

“…Good.” His voice is gruff, but you catch the corner of his lips twitching, just slightly.

The rest of the crew watches with barely concealed interest “Oi, oi, does this mean Zoro is getting all romantic now?” Usopp teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Zoro immediately glares, hand twitching toward his swords “Say that again and you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

The laughter that follows is the best sound you’ve heard all day.

Maybe your birthday started off forgotten, but as you sit among your chaotic, wonderful crew, a handmade gift resting in your palm, you can’t help but think this turned out to be the best one yet.

The party goes on for hours. Sanji serves an extravagant feast, each dish crafted with your favorites in mind. Luffy challenges you to an eating contest, one you gracefully decline, knowing it’s a lost cause. Nami surprises you with a beautiful set of earrings, and Usopp proudly presents a handcrafted figurine of you in an exaggerated heroic pose.

Franky insists on a dance party, much to your amusement, and even Robin joins in. Chopper, still sniffling, clings to you, vowing to never forget your birthday again.

Through it all, Zoro remains close, never one for loud festivities, but always within reach. Eventually, when the night winds down, you find him on the ship’s upper deck, gazing at the stars.

“Thanks for the necklace” you say, leaning beside him.

He grunts, but doesn’t move away “Yeah.”

A comfortable silence settles between you. The ocean breeze is cool, but standing next to him, you feel warm.

After a moment, he exhales “…Sorry for forgetting.”

You glance at him, surprised by the quiet sincerity in his tone. Smiling, you shake your head “You made up for it.”

He finally looks at you then, and in the soft moonlight, his expression is softer than usual “Good.”

Zoro stays silent for a while, avoiding your gaze, and then adds, "Actually... I had prepared it for Valentine's Day."

For a moment, you remain impassive, smiling at the sea in front of you, but then your brain connects what he said.

You suddenly turn to him and gasp, "Wait, wh...what do you mean?"

He continues to avoid your gaze, trying to look indifferent, but the redness in his ears betrays him "I admit I forgot your birthday, but I didn’t forget Valentine's Day" he says.

You, even more flustered, reply "So it’s true what Luffy told me earlier, that you worked on the necklace for more than a week??"

Zoro shifts uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck. He looks away, clearly embarrassed but trying to act nonchalant "I... I just wanted it to be perfect" he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blink, still processing the confession. It’s hard to believe this is the same person who usually brushes off any sort of emotional display "Zoro," you start, your voice soft, "You really made all of that... for me?"

He finally looks at you, and for the first time, his usual tough exterior seems to crack. His eyes are slightly hesitant, but there's a genuine warmth there, almost like he’s afraid of your reaction "Yeah, I did. It’s... not much, but I thought you’d like it."

You take a deep breath, your heart racing as everything sinks in. You can’t help but smile "I love it," you say, stepping a little closer "And I... I love that you cared enough to do this."

Zoro looks almost startled by your words, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. He clears his throat awkwardly "Well, don’t go getting any ideas... It's not like I’m suddenly a romantic or something."

You laugh, the sound light and genuine "I never said you were. But this is pretty damn romantic, Zoro."

He grumbles but there's a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth "Don’t get used to it."

You both stand there for a moment, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the space between you. It’s not the most conventional confession, but somehow, in that moment, it feels just right.

And just like that, your birthday, and even Valentine's day, is perfect.

[facewithoutheart]

FYI Buck is absolutely not a fan of Bear. It’s not … he doesn’t do anything to Bear he just … glares at it sometimes when Eddie’s not looking. Makes a point to distract Eddie whenever his attention is on Bear. Gets a sinking feeling in his stomach when he catches Eddie kissing the stain on its forehead. Which happens. A lot.

“It’s weird Eddie keeps bringing Bear to work, right?” Buck asks Hen, who immediately storms into Bobby’s office and takes leave, “Until one of those two morons figures it out.”

Bobby’s not expecting her back anytime soon.

Finally, Eddie has had enough (Buck is nowhere near as subtle as he thinks he is; Eddie literally caught Buck tipping Bear over from where Eddie had him perched in his locker, grinning when Bear’s fluffy white head hits the metal). He grabs Bear out of Buck’s reach and holds Bear to his chest. “What is your deal?”

“W-what? I don’t have a deal. What are you talking about?” Buck’s full on stink-glaring the stupid bear.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie groans. “Thank god Bear can’t play basketball; I don’t think my ankle can take another sprain.”

Finally, Buck’s eyes flick upward. “Huh?”

“You’re jealous of my damn stuffie, Buck.”

He scoffs. “I’m not jealous.”

“Oh yeah? Then what’s with that?” Eddie jerks his chin at the red bear with a Mexican flag on it, sitting with his tiny little head poking out from Buck’s duffel. “You mean to tell me Chris went to Pennsylvania and brought back your childhood toy, too?”

“Huh?” Buck frowns.

“Chris found Bear in my old bedroom back in El Paso and brought him. Said he looked lonely there, and then, he said,” Eddie flushes, “he asked me to bring Bear to work, because he said I looked lonely, too. That’s it, okay? The whole story. Can you please get over yourself and whatever it is you’re doing with Bear 2.0 over there?”

Bear’s head flops over to one side, his gaze up at Buck tilted like he’s also asking, “What’s your problem?”

My problem is a damn stuffed bear, Buck thinks.

It’s possible he’s being a little ridiculous. “Oso,” he says.

“Oso?”

“That’s my bear’s name.”

Eddie nods. “Okay. Nice to meet you, Oso,” he says to the bear. He hopes that settles things.

It gets weirder.

Eddie starts finding Oso next to Bear in his locker when they come back from calls. One time he catches Buck putting Oso’s arm around Bear.

Eddie doesn’t say anything.

Hen does, eventually, come back. Buck catches her glaring at where he’s got Oso cradling Bear’s head in his tiny furry lap. Okay, yeah, it’s possible he’s gotten a little into this. Eddie still hasn’t said anything but sometimes he looks at how Oso and Bear are cuddling with this glint in his eyes.

Eventually, Hen throws a fit when Buck gives Oso a tiny little mustache.

“Oh my god,” she turns to Buck, “Eddie wants to gently kiss you on your birthmark,” then, Eddie, “and Buck wants to gently hold you whenever you feel lonely. You two are in love. In love!” she shouts.

She turns to Chim. “I don’t care if I lose the bet at this point; I’m going to lose my sanity if these two don’t fuck it out, missionary style while staring into each other’s eyes whispering how much they love one another. I’m a lesbian and what they are doing with those damn bears has been so much gayer than anything I’ve ever witnessed.”

Chim’s nodding. “Oh, yeah. No, I was giving myself one more shift before I locked all four of them in a supply closet and stated playing Careless Whisper on my phone. Slipping condoms under the door until one of them sends back a wrapper.”

“Gross,” Hen says.

Chim winces. “Not as gross as what I’m looking at, now.”

When she turns, she sees Buck lifting Oso’s right paw, making it gently caress the side of Bear’s face. Their black plastic noses make a tiny clicking sound as Eddie and Buck make their bears kiss.

Hen’s gonna request a transfer.

What if Eddie got a beanie baby for Christmas one year and it’s dumb because stuffed animals are for girls and Eddie’s the Man of the House but secretly he likes his little white bear with the heart on his chest. He cuts the tag off it and his mom yells at him because they’re supposed to be worth a lot of money someday but secretly Eddie’s glad he did it. If the bear isn’t worth anything but the joy he brings to Eddie then maybe he’ll get to keep it. He does, eventually, forget about the bear. Or, he puts him on a shelf when he enters high school because high school boys don’t sleep with toys and maybe there’s some nights he sees the bear on his shelf and he thinks it might be nice to hold him but he doesn’t.

The first time Shannon comes into his bedroom she immediately sees the bear. “Who’s this little guy?” she teases and Eddie gets irrationally angry seeing it in her hands. “My stupid sisters leaving their stupid toys in my room,” he says, grabbing it out of her hands and throwing it in his bedside trash can. He waits until she’s left to fish him out. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” which is dumb, so dumb, that he’s apologizing to a doll, that he’s crying.

Eddie wants to bring the bear with him to Afghanistan but he doesn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to the bear, no matter what little comfort it might bring to Eddie.

When his mom gives Christopher a stuffed bear after his birth, Eddie stares at the way Chris hugs it to his chest and wonders what would ever make him tear the toy from Chris’s hands.

Chris finds the stuffed bear when he moves to El Paso. It’s weird, how he wants it to sit on his nightstand, but not as weird as the tight look his abuela gets when she sees it. “Where did you find that?” Chris shrugs. “Behind some books in the closet.” Chris becomes fascinated with the bear. He looks it up online. Valentino. There’s a little red stain over one eye, maybe someone spilled something on it. He sends a picture to Buck. “He kind of reminds me of you.” “Yeah, Superman! He does! How are you doing?????” Chris doesn’t reply.

When Chris is packing up his items to move back to LA, he doesn’t think about it when he throws the bear into his suitcase. He puts it on a shelf when he gets back home. Nothing else has changed about his room; his dad kept it exactly the way he left it, so the bear sticks out. “Where’d you get that?” His dad asks when he sees the bear, his hands are flinching into fists by his side. Chris’s breath picks up. “You can’t be mad at me for taking him. You obviously didn’t want him; you left him behind!” “I’m not mad,” Chris’s dad lies. “Yes, you are. You are!” “Okay! I’m a little mad!” “Why?!”

“Because he was mine!”

Eddie takes a breath. He looks at his son. He loves him so, so, so much. “Because he was mine,” Eddie says, “but I wasn’t … I never felt like I was allowed to have him.” This time, Chris’s question comes out softer, more earnest, “Why?”

It’s not easy to put into words all the ways the world has shaped Eddie into a form he barely recognizes, but he tries. For his son, he’ll always try. At the end, Chris walks over with the bear. He places it in his dad’s hands. “I think you need this more than I do.”

Eddie laughs and thumbs over where his sister spilled cherry koolaid on him the one time he let her play with Bear.

“He kind of looks like Buck, doesn’t he?”

Eddie holds Bear to his chest. He squeezes tightly.

“Yeah. He does.”

[teslasucks37]

can u write size kink/size difference with charlie where hes literally just sooo much bigger than reader :33

CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), afab!Reader (No pronouns), Short!Reader, Dom!Charlie, Horny!Reader, PainfullyBig!Charlie

A/N: This took way longer than anticipated so sorry 😭😭😭

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Size Kink Hcs!!!

You’d been teased for you height your whole life.

Being 5 foot was not for the week.

Charlie was the only one who didn’t immediately point it out when you’d first met.

But sometimes you can feel his eyes on you, or when he’s standing super close you can feel his presence behind you.

You head barely reaches up to his chin.

He’s nearly an entire foot taller than you.

Like most people he has to look down when he talks to you, but it’s different when it’s him.

His smile is so kind, so caring.

He’s like a gentle giant to you.

You wanna climb him like a fucking tree.

He put his hand on your shoulder one time and you had to try not to moan at how large it was, covering practically your entire shoulder blade.

How dare he be so hot?

With his huge shoulders and ginormous arms…

It just wasn’t fair.

He’d never really given it much thought, the height of people, but ever since he met you, it was the only thing he could think about.

How small you were compared to him.

How easy it would be to toss you around.

One time for a video he did end up tossing you around.

You were fucking soaked after that shoot, and anyone with eyes could see his boner.

So you went up to him after, asking if he wanted to hang out at your place later.

That, of course, leads to the two of you fucking.

“Oh my goddd!” You cry out as he sinks inside you.

He’s so fucking big, the stretch is almost painful.

Charlie struggles to keep his composure, not wanting to hurt you, but needing so badly to pound you.

He manages to hold the line, waiting until you’re wiggling against him, begging him to move.

Then he fucks you.

He fucks you good.

Charlie’s speed is cruel, wild, ravishing, but there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop him.

He’s just too big.

“Char- lieee- Ooohh- hoooh~” You whimper, your voice being cut in half by his thrusts.

His grip shifts to your thighs, pressing them into your chest and folding you in half.

He was through being gentle.

And you definitely weren’t complaining.

His angle made him go deeper inside you, his tip practically punching your cervix with every plunge.

He can’t talk, he can’t even think.

All that’s in his mind is how good your tight walls feel around him.

And how you’re practically screaming his name.

Your joints burn at the strength his big fucking muscular arms are exerting on your legs, stretching them beyond their usual function.

His body leaning over you, encompassing you entirely, makes your head spin and your pussy clench.

All that matters is how deep he is inside you.

His hips slap against your thighs, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

His pelvis bumps against your clit, making you squirm and wiggle.

Then suddenly his grip moves from your thighs to your hips, stopping your movement entirely.

“Stop wiggling.” He grunts out, too lost in pleasure to say it nicely.

Then he uses that grip on your hips to pull you into him, hard and fast and deep.

And that makes you lose it.

“Oh! Charlie~ Cumming- Cumming~ Fuckkk!” You pant out as you squirt around his cock, the pressure actually pushing him out of your pussy.

He chuckles darkly, bringing his cock to rest on your stomach as the final squeezes of your orgasm drip out.

Glancing down, you see his cock, large and wet and throbbing.

You hadn’t noticed it before.

Just how big his cock was.

You didn’t really have the time.

But fuck, that was inside you?”

It was almost as wide as your wrists…

It nearly reached up to your belly button.

Fuck, you would be so destroyed tomorrow.

But you didn’t even care.

Charlie would take care of you.

He was nice like that.

But he isn’t being so nice now as he slips back inside you without warning,

“Oh, fuck yeah~” He groans, setting his brutal pace once again.

He hits that same sweet spot inside you that no one had ever reached before, and you struggle not to cum again.

Moans are practically being pushed out of your lungs by his cock.

Seeing his cock slam in and out of you is probably one of the highlights of his life.

He can feel how he was stretching you, reaching so deep that he physically couldn’t go past a certain point.

Knowing that he completely fills you up floods his senses with pride.

He wants to fill you up for real.

His desperation increases in his thrusts, you can see it on his face too.

Charlie’s brows are scrunched in concentration.

“Cum, Char~” You whimper out, gripping at his large arms.

A grin takes over his face as he plunges inside of you, deep as he can, making you yelp.

He groans out in relief, finally cumming inside that tight pussy.

What he’s been dreaming of doing for practically months.

His hips stutter, twitching as his cock empties itself inside you.

You can see it bulging slightly out of your stomach.

You feverishly press your fingertips to it, making Charlie whimper at the sensitivity.

A satisfied grin curls onto your lips, your fingers trailing down his biceps that are slick with sweat.

He pants above you, his arms trembling under your touch.

You let out a tiny giggle, as much as you can with his massive cock still pressing against your insides.

He slowly slides out of you at that.

You take a deep breath, feeling so empty, but so full as you feel his cum drip out of you.

Charlie lays down next to you on your bed, exhausted, as he pulls you close to him. “Are you okay? Did I… Go too hard?”

You chuckle. “Well, I’ll probably be sore tomorrow, but it was totally worth it.”

He grins as you lean in and press a kiss on his lips.

He kisses you back, and you fall asleep together.

He would be wrecking your insides a lot more often.

[vbecker10]

For either Loki or Bucky… dating someone who uses edible glitter in food just because. They love glitter anyway, but sparkly food just brings an extra spark of joy.

For the record, I’m talking about the mica based glitter, not the plastic stuff. Makes the food sparkly, does no harm to your digestive system. Also tasteless and has no texture.

Scared of a Little Glitter?

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N) new relationship

Summary: Bucky spends the night at your apartment for the first time and he learns you have a very interesting food habit when he offers to make you coffee in the morning.

A/N: This is so adorable @firedrakegirl ! Lol I absolutely love this request. Thanks so much for sending it. I hope you like it! Sorry it took me literally forever to get back to writing it. Thanks for waiting! 💚

You open your eyes slowly when you feel a soft kiss on your cheek. "Good morning doll," Bucky says quietly, you can hear the smile in his deep voice. His metal arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping your back flush to his bare chest as your legs tangle with his under the covers.

"Good morning handsome," you smile sleepily, turning your head far enough to kiss his lips lightly without slipping from his comfortable grasp.

"Want some coffee?" he asks.

"Yes please," yawning as you nod and cover his metal arm with yours, your fingers intertwine with his.

"I'll need you to let go," he whispers in your ear. You pout and he chuckles in response as you let go of his hand. "It'll only take a few minutes," he kisses your shoulder from behind then pulls off the covers and gets out of your bed.

You roll over resting your chin on your palm as you watch him bend to pick up his jeans from the floor and slip them back on. "Enjoying the view?" he smirks when he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

You giggle, shaking your head, "Nope."

He laughs and walks to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss your lips when you look up at him. "Liar," Bucky winks at you, pulling his lips away from yours much too quickly for your liking.

"Y/N, can you come here?" Bucky calls from the kitchen moments later.

You get up from bed quickly, concerned by his tone of voice. Throwing on Bucky's discarded shirt and a pair of shorts you leave your room and call back, "Everything okay?"

He waits until you enter the kitchen to respond which only makes you more curious. "I think your milk went bad," he sounds unsure of himself as he holds the container as far away as possible in his metal hand. "It's green," he shakes the milk slightly and the colors swirl together. "And blue?"

You laugh, "There's nothing wrong with it. I added glitter to it."

"Glitter?" he keeps his eyes on the container as the glitter slowly settles to the bottom and the liquid becomes white again.

"Yep," you confirm with a nod.

"Why?" your very confused boyfriend asks as you take the milk from him and unscrew the cap.

"Cause it's pretty," you answer, "Obviously."

"Okay sure but now we can't drink it," Bucky says as he watches you pour it into your mug. "Wait, Y/N-" he cringes.

"It's totally fine," you tell him with a smile. "It's not the same type of plastic glitter Tony uses in his pranks."

"It's not?" the super soldier furrows his brow as you add a bit of sugar and mix your coffee. You pour a little milk into his mug and he groans quietly.

"Nope, this is made for food," you explain. "It just makes it sparkly and fun." You pick up his mug and hand it to him.

He looks down into the mug, watching the glitter swirl around the coffee. "I'll take your word for it," he puts the mug down on the counter.

"Oh come on, give it a try," you blow on your coffee lightly then take a sip. "I promise you can't taste it and it doesn't have a weird texture or anything."

"I'll pass," he shakes his head.

"Scared of a little glitter?" you giggle.

"I'm not scared, I just don't want to drink it," Bucky says.

"Mmhmm," you hum as you walk past him to put the milk away and grab the ingredients to make breakfast.

"I'm not scared," he insists, folding his arms across his chest.

"I believe you," you say with a smirk, closing the door to the fridge. "Can you make some toast? Breads over there," you point towards the bread next to your toaster.

"Sure," he nods, thankful you've dropped the glitter topic.

Setting the eggs next to the stove you ask him, "Scrambled or omelet?"

"Scrambled please," he kisses your cheek after he loads the four slices into the toaster.

"Coming up," you grab a pan and a bowl. Bucky stands behind you, his arms around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. After cracking a few eggs into the bowl you ask him, "Red or purple?"

"What?" he lifts his chin.

"Red or purple?" you ask again without any further explanation.

"Red?" he responds and you giggle at how unsure he sounds as you open the cabinet next to you and pull out the red mica glitter. "No," he groans but it's too late.

"What?" you play innocent as you whisk the eggs.

"Glitter again?" Bucky sighs deeply.

You take another sip of your coffee and hold it up for him, "You can't taste it. Give it a try."

"I'd rather not," Bucky mumbles.

You laugh, "You remind me of the grumpy guy from green eggs and ham."

"I have no idea what that means," he says, "But green eggs sound gross."

"That's what the guy in the book said," you smile as you add the red, glittered eggs to the pan. "But he never tried them, he just decided he hated them cause they were green."

"That's a fair reason," Bucky chuckles.

"Anyway..." you roll your eyes, "His friend keeps trying to get him to eat it and when he finally does-"

"He dies," he laughs louder and you swat him with the towel you keep on your stove handle.

"No!" you scold him, trying to keep from laughing. "He realizes they are delicious."

"That was my next guess," he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"I'm sure it was," you say sarcastically as you continue to cook the sparkly red eggs. He watches over your shoulder and you look up, kissing his neck. "Bucky, trust me. You won't even notice the glitter."

"Okay," he finally agrees and you smile as the toast pops. "I'll grab plates. You want butter for your toast?"

"Yep, thanks," you smile to yourself knowing you rolled the stick of butter in pink glitter a few days ago.

Bucky laughs in disbelief from behind you, "Really? Even the butter?"

"I couldn't help it," you tell him honestly when he comes back with two plates. One plate has toast with pink, melted butter and the other has plain toast. "No butter for you handsome?"

He raises an eyebrow at you to answer your question and you giggle then put half the eggs on each plate. Bucky sits next to you at the dining table, staring at his food in silence as he pushes the eggs around with his fork. You wait patiently as he finally scoops the smallest bit possible onto his fork and holds it up to his mouth. He looks over at you and you smile to encourage him.

"The things I do for you," Bucky says dramatically just before taking a bite.

You drink your coffee and he looks at you with a bit of a shocked expression. You smirk, "Can't even tell there's glitter in it can you?"

"You're so annoying," you shake your head and eat your eggs.

"No," he admits.

He pulls your chair closer to him, "You love me."

"I know," you smile and kiss his cheek as he steals a piece of your pink buttered toast, "But you're still annoying."

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❝ de. i think i'm stuck... ❞

❝ sam will you help me! gosh... ❞

⋆ dean w. & sam w. x photographer .ᐟ reader

ever since you began hunting with the boys, their life went in a new direction. they found themselves appreciating the little things a bit more—such as taking photos, just on their phones and not a huge camera. sam had taken more of an interest than dean, following you around and secretly 'learning' from you. dean, however, he didn't care for it, but somehow he always took the best photos. albeit some are rather embarrassing, like you with pie all over your face, but they were fond memories and a way for him to relive the moment again.

"biride, hurry up. we don't have all day." dean groaned, his head falling back as he dramatically rolled his eyes.

sam stood on the side-lines, too busy in whatever lore he was reading to focus on the important matter at hand—important in your words. there was a beautiful bird high up in a tree, one that you had to climb in order to get close enough; that's how you ended up perched on a branch, camera held tightly in your grasp as you shot a look down towards dean.

"de, do not distract me or so help me god i will break this camera on your head!" you threatened in a hushed whisper as to not scare away the creature in front of you. "and you will buy me a new one."

"yea right, birdie. you won't do anything, and i'm not buying you anything." dean teased, sam let out a sigh—he gave dean 'the look.'

somehow sam thought this was the perfect moment to take a picture of, their birdie trying to take a photo of a bird. he let out a chuckle as his finger pressed the button on his phone, a snapping sound echoed through the trees when you both clicked a button at the same time. the bird flew away, but you were successful. celebrating your victory with a little dance—to which dean face-palmed at.

when you attempted to get down, you realized something was off. you quite literally could not climb down. your lips pursed and you tried to come up with a plan inside your head—which was filled with song lyrics and what else you could take a picture of. not helpful, so you resorted to your only other option. sam and dean!

"de. i think i'm stuck..." your voice was almost quiet, which dean took as an opening to tease you.

"huh? what was that birdie? i can't hear your chirping from down here." he said, that dumb grin etched onto his face—a face you couldn't wait to smack.

"sam, will you help me!" you almost yelled as a pout formed on your glossy lips—no dry lips around here! "gosh..."

⋆⭒˚.⋆

after that stressful part of the day, you settled into the backseat of baby while the boys sat in the front. people might think that you're being forced to sit in the back—no, it's actually the opposite. who wants to sit between two men, especially ones who spread their legs like they're the only ones sitting there. at least in the back you can lay down, and not think about the sexual activities that have gone down. it makes for a great way to take pictures of them with out their knowledge.

"can we stop at a gas station, i want snacks." you asked as you poked your head into the front, turning up the music in the process.

"i could go for some too." sam joked, his eyes focusing in on yours.

a soft smile played at his lips—he couldn't imagine life without you. you'd just walst into it and changed them for the better. no matter how far you went, your wings always brought you back.

"i guess, birdie..." dean grumbled, he knew good and well that he couldn't say no to you. neither could sam. "shut up, bitch." dean joked with sam, a genuine smile forming on deans stubbled face.

"jerk."

the sun faded in the background as you sang out into the sky, the wind tangling in your hair. another day spent with your boys and memories made. that was what a good day is to you.

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[zepskies]

Ooooh I LOVE the movie RED!!! ❤️ Karl Urban's fight with Bruce Willis is so freakin' iconic. 🤩 I'm already in, babes. Let's dive in.~

Ahh the "hear me out" thing is so relatable lmao. But Marlin?! Really?! 🤣🤣

Four times you’d fallen asleep on your computer and had the imprint of the keyboard on your cheek, three times you’d had a mental breakdown and decided to change your major promising yourself that you were sure you could make it doing freelance whatever the fuck sounded good at that moment, and you couldn’t count the number of times that you’d gone to the library to study only to get distracted by whatever else was better than studying for a physics test.

Oh God, you're giving me Vietnam War-level flashbacks to undergrad when I was stuck until 12 am at the library working on essays and shiz. 🫠

“And I raise you Kerchak from Tarzan!” “The daddy gorilla?” Liza asks, leaning into her fiance, Matt, where he lounges back against the faded maroon leather beside her. 

GIRL PLSSS. 💀💀💀 Not "daddy gorilla." 🤣

The stranger sitting at the bar is everything she suggested and more. He’s the kind of handsome that didn’t exist outside of the stack of communal romance novels that sat on the bookshelf in your living room and served as the perfect reminder of how single you were. 

Okay, lmfao. I'ma need you to stop calling me out like this. 😂😂

But I so love the description of Russell -- he's a man in a sea of man-boys our age, and there's a distinct difference. 😏

“Hi.” You smile shyly at the man when you meet his gaze. “Hi.” He rumbles with an easy smile while the green of his eyes flashes in the neon sign hanging behind the bar. His voice catches you off guard. You weren't expecting it to be so smooth, silk over your skin, but also like the rough drag of the ocean against sand as it pulls it out to sea. “Hi.” You say again as all other thoughts evaporate from you mind and you fight the urge to facepalm. 

LMFAO. Reading this snippet in context is of course even better. I'm dying but also she would so be me in this situation. 😝

“Rain.” Despite the last few seconds of you feeling so awkward it made you want to sink into the floor like quicksand and the fact that your throat is still burning from when the beer went down the wrong pipe, your mouth quirks up in a smile. “The horse from Spirit?”

OMG YESSSSS. Lmfao Rain was beautiful! And I love that you referenced one of my favorite movies. 😆😆 Totally agree that Nala had bedroom eyes. And I raise you Robin Hood from the Disney movie! They did NOT have to draw him that sexy.

“Shut up.” You laugh and raise your hand to hit him on the shoulder, but he catches it with his. The contact of the rough palm of his hand in yours makes electricity zing through your body, bringing a wave of heat coursing behind it.  “That’s not very nice. Keep trying to hit me like that and I might have to take you to court, Sweetheart.” He winks.

😐😧🤭

Miss ma'am!! Don't make me bring out the Out of Order gif again! I had to fan myself when he literally caught her hand. Dear Lord. 🫠

Also, the way I was so shocked and literally laughed out loud at the way she headbutted him. 🤣 Honestly that would probably be me trying to flirt. A+ casting 😂👌🏽

But again, that spice and the way he kissed her melted me like the Wicked Witch of the West. ❤️‍🔥

“Seriously babe.” Kay begins to back away. “Be safe. Because the last thing you want to pass right now is a pregnancy test.” 

lmaooo sage advice! 😂

How could I have been so stupid? He’s going to kill me here and I’ll never know what that physics test did to my GPA.  You frown slightly at that thought. It really is weird what goes through your head when you think you’re going to die.  “Please, let me explain.” He says again, eyes wide and filled with an emotion that looks surprisingly like regret.

LOL I love her inner monologue. She's so adorkable, but I'm already getting the RED vibes omggg. 🙏🏽

His body lays over yours, curving protectively around you, and his arm is behind you head so when you hit the ground, your head doesn’t.

It's the little things I love loll. 🤌🏽

“Calm down Derek Jeter! I’m not going to murder you, please stop saying that.” “Why?” He frowns and shrugs his shoulders. “Because it’s hurting my feelings a little bit.” 

Not me feeling sorry for him right now when she's well within her right to try and beat him with a pink baseball bat. 🤣🤣🤣

I was smiling so hard while reading the rest of this. I was actually so disappointed to get to the end! This was one helluva meet cute, hun. 💜

The thing about your one-shots is that they feel like the start of a series--of an amazing adventure that's about to start. I know you have probably a million WIPs at this point lol, but this does feel like a RED kind of movie and I would love to see more of these two if you ever feel so inspired. ✨

I Can Explain!

Pairing: Russell Shaw x f!reader, Reader POV

Prompt: "How Do You Know Where I Live?"

Requested by: @vixaaa

Summary:  When you meet a gorgeous green-eyed stranger at a bar and agree to go home with him, everything goes off the rails and you're strapped in for the ride.

Tropes: Awkward Rom-Com? Forced Proximity? Protective Russell.

Word Count: 10.6 K (But You'll Laugh The Whole Time)

Warnings: An Unhinged Game of "Hear Me Out," References to Sex, Sexual innuendo, Little bit of self-deprecating thought (reader), Reader is kinda awkward and clumsy, Gunfire, Weapons, Talk of Murder, Shooting?, Brief Description of Torture, Brief Description of Murder, Terror, Fear, Cursing, Kissing, I think that's everything? I promise this one is a rom-com despite all the warnings. 😅

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is no use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is another wonderful prompt request that I got for my prompt celebration from the enchanting @vixaaa! This one is based a little bit on the movies "Knight and Day" and "RED." If you've never seen either of those, go and watch them right now. They are some of my favorites!

P.S: Yes, this is the one I've been writing that has just been making me wheeze/cackle laugh the whole time I wrote it...

“Alright, hear me out… Gil, the angelfish from Finding Nemo. There is no way in hell he was made for kids.” Your friend Liza says wobbling slightly on the plush leather bench seat of the booth before taking a shot of vodka. Her peacock blue No. 2 hair shimmers like a beacon in the dimly lit bar. 

“That’s low hanging fruit.” Kay snorts from your left while leaning heavily into your shoulder, the smell of her vanilla perfume wafting up with the movement. “That scar? The tragic backstory? And voiced by Wilem Defoe? Sign me up.”

You giggle into the shot glass clasped in your hand before you knock it back, face scrunching at the taste and pleasant burn.

The “Hear Me Out” drinking game your two best friends proposed to clear your head from the nuclear level bombing of an exam you just took in your Physics One class, had been successful so far. You couldn’t remember any of the questions from the test that made you scream obscenities into the strawberry shaped pillows on the couch in your living room earlier. Exactly where the two of them had found you when they got back to your shared apartment at the end of the day.

The live music in the crowded bar thrummed through your veins and the shots were giving you just the right amount of buzz to feel more carefree than you had in the past week. The week that you’d spent approximately one million hours studying for the test and trying to memorize all the formulas that looked exactly the same. 

Four times you’d fallen asleep on your computer and had the imprint of the keyboard on your cheek, three times you’d had a mental breakdown and decided to change your major promising yourself that you were sure you could make it doing freelance whatever the fuck sounded good at that moment, and you couldn’t count the number of times that you’d gone to the library to study only to get distracted by whatever else was better than studying for a physics test.

Spoiler alert, there are a lot of things that are.

But you knew you were screwed the second you saw the first question and the rest of them had only been the final nails in the coffin that was the dream of getting an “A” in the class before the semester was over. 

The glimmering sheen of hope at the end of the semester you once had, was ebbing to a dim lantern being swung by a lighthouse keeper in a hurricane, hence the large tray of vodka sitting prettily on the water ringed table in front of you.

You were sure to regret every single shot, but your next exam was two days away and you didn’t want to think about it yet, not when the shadow of the last was poking you in the back with a pencil like someone looking for your final piece of gum.

For a Tuesday night, Duke’s, the bar the three of you frequented so often that the rotating circle of bartenders knew you all by name, was crowded.

There was the familiar glow of the neon signs posted on every wall, a new band performing a set on the small stage in the corner, a collection of screaming girls in the front row of the crowd snapping photos and drooling over the base player, a group of frat guys shouting obscenities at a tv blasting a football game, and a few patrons trying to unwind from a long day while nursing multi colored drinks and sitting sporadically around the crowded bar while the bartender of the hour leaned against the counter and tried to hear orders people shouted over the din. 

You would have been more than happy to spend the evening on the couch eating a greasy pizza and drinking margaritas back at the apartment, but Kay and Liza refused to let you rot on the couch. 

The three of you had been inseparable since freshman year when you’d been assigned as roommates together. Liza was an art major hoping to illustrate book covers one day, Kay was a hardworking pre-med student, and you were… undecided. Physics 1 had been the idea of your advisor, who after a year of trying to get you to declare a major was close to throwing in the towel, you believed that he was using Physics 1 as a form of payback for driving him almost to the point of early retirement. 

“Okay, okay I see you.” Kay giggles, before grabbing a fresh shot. Her long black hair is pulled back from her face with a claw clip, but a few pieces bob around her head with the movement of her head to the music. “And I raise you Kerchak from Tarzan!”

“The daddy gorilla?” Liza asks, leaning into her fiance, Matt, where he lounges back against the faded maroon leather beside her. 

There was a half full glass of beer sitting in front of him, one he’d ordered when he found out what everyone else at your table was drinking. But he’d been a good sport so far despite all of his suggestions to the game being so obvious there was no reason for him to defend his choice and the rest of you mocking him endlessly for it. 

“Sweetie, he could be my daddy any day of the week.” Kay winks and throws back her shot. 

“You’re disgusting.” Liza rolls her eyes, refusing to take a shot to agree with Kay. 

“Hey! What happened to ‘we listen and we don’t judge?’” You interrupt, putting your arm around Kay who holds up a middle finger in answer to Liza’s taunt.

“Where was that when I said Jessica Rabbit two turns ago?” Matt grouses from his side of the table, crossing his large arms over his chest. His blond hair had tumbled out of the bun at the back of his neck to cover the grass stain on the collar of his jersey. He’d come straight from practice when Liza called. 

And then Kay and you had to suffer through the long make out session the two of them had when they reunited as if they’d been separated by war for fifty years and not two hours. They were recently engaged and you loved Matt, which is why you’d let them make out for exactly thirty seconds before Kay and you started making exaggerated gagging noises while they kissed. 

Kay’s boyfriend hadn’t been able to get out of work, but Kay was going to walk to the coffee shop inside the library to pick him up when the tray of shots in the center of the table sat empty. Usually you’d worry about that sort of thing, your friend walking alone on campus at night, but because Kay had the highest tolerance out of all of you, Matt included, and a total badass who welcomed the challenge of anyone who tried to test her, you were willing to let it slide. 

That and the three of you tracked each other’s location with your phones.

“Because Jessica Rabbit isn’t a hear me out! Everyone knows that she’s super sexy!” You argue. “She doesn’t fit the criteria of this game!”

“She’s right babe.” Liza says, squeezing his arm with a sympathetic smile. “But it’s okay. I love that you’re a basic bitch.”

“But she’s animated!” Matt exclaims, obviously confused.

“So? Flynn Ryder is animated and he’s every woman’s dream.” You shrug, picking up a glass to take your turn.

You begin to shuffle through the mental file folder you have on characters who possessed “the energy” that made them so attractive. Truthfully, Kay and Liza had already said most of the ones you were thinking.

“You want to talk about every woman’s dream?” Kay smirks, her eyes flick over to the bar. “Check out green eyes over there. Holy shit, I’d let him rock me like a hurricane all day and all night!” 

“I’ll be sure to tell Sean, your boyfriend of three years-” You begin to say, but Kay pinches your cheeks between her fingers and turns your head so you can see who she’s talking about. 

Oh.

The stranger sitting at the bar is everything she suggested and more. He’s the kind of handsome that didn’t exist outside of the stack of communal romance novels that sat on the bookshelf in your living room and served as the perfect reminder of how single you were. 

The man is taller and broader than any of the so-called boys you went to class with each day, his tight fitting dark t-shirt pulling up over muscular arms that rippled with taunt muscles and were decorated with smoky tattoos curling beneath the ink colored sleeves. His chocolate colored hair is long and pushed back over his head, but a few strands hang forward to frame a well defined jaw covered in a thick dusting of facial hair.

Your throat suddenly gets very tight. 

The man’s gaze is focused on you, the green of his eyes brilliant, crinkled just around the edges with his smile. He winks and your entire face takes on the identity of a strawberry with your flush.

“Holy shit!” Kay nudges you. “You have to go over there.”

“What?” You squeak. “Are you insane? That guy is-”

“The kind of man who would make you forget all about that physics test?” Liza raises an eyebrow.

“The kind of man who would break the laws of physics with you all night long?” Kay adds. “Babe, come on, it's been months for you. Why don’t you go over there and say hi?”

“No way.” You shake your head vehemently, hyperventilating a little bit at the thought of going up to a complete stranger. 

You were not the confident girl in the group that did that. Kay was. It was exactly how she had met her boyfriend Sean three years ago, by using a cheesy pick up line that made him snort so hard he had beer coming out of his nose. Liza wasn’t much better. She’d met Matt in this very bar when her heel broke and she stumbled into where he was sitting with his friends at the bar. 

And the truth was it had been a few months since the last relationship (if you could call it that) fizzled out… and with both of your friends in relationships you often were the awkward fifth wheel. It wasn’t that you didn’t like your friends' boyfriends, Matt and Sean were great and they always did their best to make you feel comfortable whenever you were out with everyone, but you were kinda tired of being the spare tire.

“I don’t think we should be encouraging her to go off somewhere with a random man from a bar that she just met.” Matt says with a frown. 

Matt often held the braincell in your friend group and was the one who was more focused on making sure that everyone was safe. He was the one who followed up with a text whenever someone left to go home, the one who made sure that everyone stayed together when you were out late, and was usually the designated driver. 

“You’re such a hypocrite.” Liza boops Matt on the nose. “You were a random man that I’d never met before. And if I’m not mistaken we met in this very bar.”

“That’s different.” Matt sighs, but he leans towards Liza, the tension dissipating from his shoulders as he looks at her and his frown slips into a smile. 

They were one of those couples that no one ever thought would work. Liza was the carefree art major with no plan in the world and Matt was the All American, blue-eyed, blond haired football player that everyone said was “going to do great things” when in reality all Matt wanted to be was Liza’s husband. He didn’t care about anything else, but making her happy. Hence the giant engagement ring on her finger, the same one that he’d let her design because he knew that was important to her. 

They were everything you wanted in your own relationship. A beautiful merging of crazy (from you) with someone stable and structured, preferably someone with a strong jaw, brilliant green eyes and-

Great, he’s already invaded my subconscious. 

You glance up again to see if the stranger is still looking. He is, but this time his smile is just a little wider, and you watch his eyes drag down the length of your body for a moment appreciatively before flicking back up to yours and catches you doing the same thing. 

You weren’t wearing anything revealing, in fact, you hadn’t bothered dressing up to go out because you didn’t feel like it. You were still wearing the blank sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt combo that you’d worn to your exam. 

When you caught him looking at you, it made you regret you hadn’t worn something more eye-catching.

“Come on, that guy is checking you out! Go over there.” Kay nudges you, jostling the forgotten tequila shot in your hand. 

“He looks like trouble.” Matt says half-heartedly, but he’s too busy staring into Liza’s eyes to really care. Her hands are entwined at the back of his head pulling his forehead down to hers.

When it got to that point of the night, it usually meant that the two of them were about fifteen seconds from calling it an early night and going back to Matt’s apartment. Technically Kay would probably end up there as well because Sean was now Matt’s roommate and that meant you’d have the apartment to yourself…

“How can you tell? Are you looking at his reflection in Liza’s eyes?” Kay takes a shot from the collection of the remaining few in front of her.

“We all know that if Sean was here, you’d already be practicing your scuba breathing.” Liza gently brushes back the few strands of blond hair that hang forward into Matt’s face which only makes him sigh softly and look at her like she’s the last woman on earth. 

You try not to be jealous. 

Kay only rolls her eyes. “Alright, I’m taking initiative.”

“What does that mean?” You begin to ask, but Kay shoves you out of the booth and towards the handsome stranger who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since your eyes met moments ago. 

“Kay. What the hell?” You turn back to look at her, but she’s already holding up your forgotten shot. 

“Take this and go over there.”

“But-”

“The only butt you should be thinking about is his, in those deliciously tight jeans. You will thank me in the morning.” She refuses to budge. “And then come home and tell me everything the two of you did, because Sean’s about to go visit his family for a week and I will need something to fantasize about.”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, but then look to Liza hoping for help. Unfortunately she’s too busy counting Matt’s eyelashes to defend you. You look back at Kay who is still holding up the shot, gaze unwavering. 

I can’t believe I’m about to do this. 

You think to yourself with a sigh, before taking the shot, hoping that it will give you some of the confidence you need to talk to the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life. 

I can do this, I can do this-

The internal monologue repeats itself over and over again with each step as you weave your way through the crowd to make it where the man is sitting, dropping your gaze to the people around you as if you’re more focused on them.

You weren’t, but staring at him while you were walking towards him seemed too predatory, and you could already feel how warm your cheeks were from your flush.

You grip the firm edge of the bar when you make it to him, using it to ground yourself there in the moment before you find the strength to meet his gaze.

There’s a faded green jacket hung over the high backed barstool behind him that you hadn’t noticed before.

Your eyes trace over his body, just a quick glance, but snags on his arms for just a second too long to be casual. They were even more glorious in person, tan and flecked with cinnamon colored freckles hidden beneath twisting tattoos that disappeared into his dark shirt sleeves.

“Hi.” You smile shyly at the man when you meet his gaze.

“Hi.” He rumbles with an easy smile while the green of his eyes flashes in the neon sign hanging behind the bar.

His voice catches you off guard. You weren't expecting it to be so smooth, silk over your skin, but also like the rough drag of the ocean against sand as it pulls it out to sea.

“Hi.” You say again as all other thoughts evaporate from you mind and you fight the urge to facepalm. 

What the hell am I doing over here? I might as well do the walk of shame back to my own table. 

Russell raises an eyebrow, his smile widening. “Hi.” He echoes.

You open your mouth-

“Before you say hi back sweetheart, why don’t you tell me what you’re drinking instead?” He winks making your cheeks warm with their flush.

Honestly, you were expecting him to be turned off by your somewhat awkward introduction, but if you bothered him, he doesn’t show it. He leans towards you curiously, eyes drinking you in. 

You clear your throat while your mind scrambles to come up with something appropriate or sexy to say other than ‘wow you’re pretty.’ You settle on. “Whatever you’re drinking.” 

Smooth real smooth. 

You glance back in the direction of where your friends are sitting as the man’s gaze turns to the bartender so he can order you a drink. Kay makes an obscene gesture with her hand that makes Matt kick her under the table, and Liza gives you an encouraging thumbs up.

Kill me now. 

You turn back to the man lounging against the bar, unaware that he’s watching you again. 

“You seemed like you were having some fun over there. What were you talking about?” He nods his head in the direction of your friends, the motion causing more of his dark hair to fall into his eyes and you fight the urge to push it back from his face and find out if it was as soft as it looked.

“Oh um.” Your mouth goes dry. The last thing you wanted to say to the gorgeous man was that your friends and you were discussing what animated movie characters turned you on. So you blurt out. “The First Law of Thermodynamics.”

It had clawed its way from the dark recesses of your mind where the rest of the test answers had been hiding from you when you tried to summon them earlier. 

“What?” The man laughs while you feel your face begin to blaze. 

“The First Law of Thermodynamics?” You clear your throat. “The theory that energy cannot be created or destroyed."

Where was that when I needed it for the test?

“Huh.” He smirks and takes a long sip from the beer in his hand. “Didn’t think Tarzan had anything to do with that.”

Oh sweet baby potatoes he heard the daddy conversation. Why couldn’t he have heard the Jessica Rabbit conversation instead?

“Ah.” You laugh awkwardly, realizing exactly what he overheard. 

The bartender puts down a bottle of beer in front of you and whirls away to another patron sitting on the opposite side of the bar. The band begins to play a new song, this one louder with more drums than the last one, causing the man to lean closer to you so you can hear him. 

“So.” The smell of the man’s cologne wafts over you. He smells like pine, mint, whiskey, and there’s an odd smell you can’t place, something that smells almost a little bit like smoke.

You ascribe it to cigarettes, but you don’t realize how wrong you are. 

There’s something about him, more than just how attractive he is or how good he smells that draws you in. Maybe you’d just been burned by far too many boys and were blinded by the man sitting in front of you, but he had a roughness and self-sufficient air that you found refreshing. 

He was assertive, sexy, with smoldering green eyes that somehow seemed soft and hard at the same time and filled you with an unholy amount of desire. 

“So?” You parrot, bringing the beer up to your lips, hoping that a sip will take the edge off. 

“Don’t you want to hear mine?” His voice is low and sultry, breath warming the air between the two of your faces. 

You sputter out a cough, choking on the sip you took in surprise, and his eyes widen in concern.The man brings his hand down against your back with a hearty smack to clear out your lungs.

“Are you okay?” 

“Never better.” You choke out, voice a little wheezy. “Wrong pipe.”

This is quickly becoming the most embarrassing moment of my life. 

“Are you sure?” The stranger’s eyes trace over you as if he fears you’ll start asphyxiating at any moment.

“Mhmm.” You clear your throat again. “What were you saying?”

“I asked if you wanted to hear mine.”

You suddenly forget how to breathe, the only thing grounding you to this moment is the hand you placed on the cherry wood of the bar. “Sure.”

“Rain.”

Despite the last few seconds of you feeling so awkward it made you want to sink into the floor like quicksand and the fact that your throat is still burning from when the beer went down the wrong pipe, your mouth quirks up in a smile. “The horse from Spirit?”

“Mhmm.” He smiles a little wider. “My little sister used to watch that movie non-stop, and there was always something about that horse.”

“Huh.” You muse taking another sip of the beer, this time successfully not choking on it. “I didn’t peg you for a horse guy. You seem more like a Nala person.”

“Oh that lion did it for me too.” The man leans closer to you and you can feel your knees getting weak. “She definitely had bedroom eyes.”

“She did!” You laugh at him. “The animators knew what they were doing.”

It was getting easier to talk to him now and you could feel your nerves slowly going out to sea. There’s a comfortable silence that fills the air between the two of you.

“Why did you say the First Law of Thermodynamics earlier?” He asks before taking a sip from his beer. The condensation trickles down the side of the glass to pool against the wood of the bar.

“Because I didn’t want to admit what we were talking about.” You answer honestly. “And I guess it’s still a little fresh in my mind-”

“Why?”

“I had a physics test today. Completely bombed it. That’s why my friends brought me out tonight, they were trying to make me forget it.” You wave a hand dismissively, but it was the first time you’d thought about the test in the past hour and it still stung a little bit. 

You were hoping that by this point of the night it wouldn’t have mattered anymore, but it did. Not to mention you didn’t exactly want to be talking about your most recent failure with a man who looked anything like he did. 

But something about him made you feel comfortable talking to him about things that were not on the pre-approved list of subjects you created when you spoke to people you were attracted to. He didn’t seem to just be some hot stranger in a bar, he seemed like he actually cared, and that he was invested in what you were going to say. 

It made him even more attractive. You weren't used to boys wanting to actually listen to anything you had to say.

“I’m sorry.” His face pulls down into a sympathetic frown. 

“Me too.” You sigh. 

“Maybe you didn’t do as bad as you think you did.”

“Oh I did. When I turned in the test, the professor made a face.” Your thumb rubs against the glass of the cold bottle clutched in your hand. “I studied all week for it and it kinda feels like I wasted all that time.”

The man studies you for a moment. “I think that if you learn something from it, then it’s not a waste. There are no accidents.“

“Are you purposely quoting Master Oogway to make me feel better or is that just a coincidence?” 

“He’s a smart turtle.” He laughs pleased with himself that he made you smile. “But you remembered the First Law of Thermodynamics. And I thought it was a nice pick up line. Might use that sometime.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh and raise your hand to hit him on the shoulder, but he catches it with his.

The contact of the rough palm of his hand in yours makes electricity zing through your body, bringing a wave of heat coursing behind it. 

“That’s not very nice. Keep trying to hit me like that and I might have to take you to court, Sweetheart.” He winks.

“Oh please-” 

“How else am I going to run into you again?”

“Well-” You swallow trying to find the next words, but they’re stuck in the back of your throat. 

I am so out of practice. 

“Well?” He raises an eyebrow in a silent challenge, the end of his perfect mouth teased upwards in a smile. 

“This doesn’t have to be goodbye.”

“What did you have in mind?” The heat of his gaze sends goosebumps dancing over your skin and you swear you can feel your heartbeat in the base of your throat. 

People do this all the time. I can say it. I can-

“Maybe-” You scoot closer to him, summoning some courage from the tequila. “Something like this.” 

Your free hand curls into the front of his shirt to pull the stranger closer for a kiss.

Unfortunately, you pull him just a little too hard, with a little too much enthusiasm, and he falls off the stool with a startled cry in surprise and knocks his head into yours. 

“Ow.” You groan rubbing at the red mark forming on your forehead. “I am so sorry.” 

By now your cheeks are so warm that you could fry an egg on them and you were sure you looked like a giant raspberry. You had never been so clumsy or so embarrassed in your entire life. 

“It’s okay, you just surprised me a bit.” The man says, but he’s peering at the mark on your forehead. “Are you okay?” 

How many times is he going to ask me that tonight? 

“Yeah the only thing that’s hurt is my pride.” You let out an awkward laugh. “I’m just gonna-“ You gesture with your thumb over your shoulder to signify that you’re going to leave. 

The anecdotes that your friends were going to tell from tonight had already begun to manifest in your head:

“Hey, remember that time you tried to flirt with a gorgeous man at the bar and you headbutted him?”

“Hey, remember that handsome stranger? The one you told all about your failed physics test instead of sleeping with him?”

“Wait.” He gently puts his hand on your waist, sending your heart into a gallop. “Can we try that again?”

“Huh?” You blink in surprise.

So far all you’d done was head butt him and tell him your sob story about failing your physics test. 

Worst seduction technique ever. 

“Don’t move.” He smiles. “Don’t want to have to take you to the hospital for a CT if you bump my head again.” 

It would have made you laugh if he wasn’t already kissing you.

It might just be the alcohol talking, or the fact that the last thing you kissed was the strawberry pillows on the couch in the living room last week when Liza, Kay, and you were watching your favorite paranormal tv show and you were imagining the male lead, but this kiss is nothing like any of the others you’d had in the past. 

His mouth devours yours, beard scratching against your cheeks in a way that makes your entire body buzz. The man’s hands tighten your waist to draw you closer, closing the space between your bodies, and all you can feel is the wonderful drag of his fingertips against the end of your sweatshirt, the burn of his beard, the press of his chest onto yours, and the tangle of his tongue as you sink further into him. 

A moan vibrates up through his chest and into your mouth that you echo with a soft sigh, your hands slipping over the taunt muscles before finding purchase against his back, your fingertips curling into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. 

The rest of the bar is rendered to a dull throb of life at the back of your mind, the man in front of you absorbing the rest of your attention as he should. He is nothing like anyone you’d ever met and you wanted to know more. You wanted to see the end of the odd shaped scar just at the base of his throat, trail your fingers over the dark tattoos that decorated his skin while searching for more in places you couldn’t yet see, and sink into the deep green sea of his eyes. 

“Better?” He breathes.

“Much, but if you’re not into that, I also know the Second Law of Thermodynamics. Just to give you something to remember me by.” You mumble against his lips, still slightly embarrassed. Your hands were still curled behind his strong shoulders, fingertips digging into the firm muscles.

“Beside the bruises?” He smirks before he kisses you again, the languid roll of his tongue against yours makes you forget your own name. “I’d very much like to hear it.” The rumble of his words vibrates through where your bodies are pressed against one another. “But first let me get the car and then I’ll let you tell me all about it.” 

He brushes his lips to yours one more time, before he puts cash on the bar, and leaves you breathless as he saunters away towards the front door. 

Holy fucking shit. How did that work?

“Girl Yes!” You hear Kay, before you feel her hands come down on your shoulders to shake you excitedly. “I was a little worried in the middle there for you with that head butt, but yes! That’s how you do it!” Her excited squeal brings you back down to earth from the cloud you were floating on with Russell. 

“Where’d he go?” Liza asks. Matt was holding her from behind, his chin on her shoulder as he slowly rocked her to the music.

“To get the car.” Your cheeks flush at the insinuation. 

“Fuck I am so jealous. The only thing I’m going to get to do tonight is Sean’s back.” Kay gives an exaggerated sigh. “It’s acting up and that means I’m going to have to give him a massage for an hour and not the good kind. It always knocks him out.” 

“Aww babe.” Liza says. 

“It’s okay.” Kay shrugs, but then sends her a saucy wink. “I can do some laundry. His washing machine has this spin cycle that makes me see stars.” 

“I didn’t need to know that you’ve been molesting our washing machine.” Matt closes his eyes as if trying to scrub the image from his mind. 

“It’s money well spent, Mattie.” Kay batts her eyes at him. 

He huffs, but then turns his gaze on you, his blue eyes are filled with concern. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” You shrug, nerves popping and sizzling inside so much that they might as well be giving off enough electricity to power New York City. “I don’t get a creepy vibe from him. I think he’s actually kind of nice.” 

It was true. Your radar was usually on point with things like this, and there was something about Russell that didn’t scream axe murderer. He seemed surprisingly laid back and honest, and you found yourself curious to know more about him. 

Matt doesn’t look convinced.

“It’s okay babe.” Liza says, swaying her and his body to the music. “We have the app on our phones and we all know the safe word.” She continues, referencing the word the three of you designated when everything was okay as well as the other word that meant everything was going terribly wrong. 

You didn’t think that you would need it. 

He sighs. “Fine, but if he tries anything weird-”

“What qualifies as weird for you?” Kay asks, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve always been curious about your kinks.” 

Kay always took pride in getting under Matt’s skin. You never knew why that was, only that it seemed to be her mission to make him crack. He never did. 

“Be safe.” He nods at you before he drags Liza towards the door. 

“Seriously babe.” Kay begins to back away. “Be safe. Because the last thing you want to pass right now is a pregnancy test.” 

“Why are we friends again?” You groan as you follow behind her, weaving through the mass of bodies writhing to the newest song. 

The air outside the bar is cooler, but there’s just a hint of something on the wind. Spring was coming, but it was still far enough away to leave just a light chill in the air. The street in front of Duke’s was populated sporadically with cars of varying shapes and colors, but you couldn’t help but wonder what kind of car the mysterious stranger drove. 

Why didn’t I ask him for his name? 

“Because you’d be lost without me.” Kay laughs at you, but then pulls you into a hug. “Have fun and please try not to think about that stupid test. You’re so smart and I promise that one test is not going to define your entire future. If that were true my first organic chemistry test would have come with a refrigerator box to live in, because that test was literally the stuff of nightmares.” 

She frowns at the memory. It was the first test that she had ever failed in her entire life, and although you were the one who usually obsessed over grades, it was the first time you’d ever seen Kay so disappointed. That was also because her professor had asked her to stop by for office hours and told her that there was no way she’d ever be able to get the grades she needed in his class. 

But a weekend marathon of Sex and the City listening to her mentor Samantha Jones, had brought her back to life and she’d sauntered confidently into the classroom armed with a flat white latte and sat in the front row at every lecture the rest of the semester. 

She’d gotten the highest grade in the class. 

Basically, Kay was your hero, that was the real reason why you were her friend. 

“I’ll try my best. Tell Sean hi for me.” You squeeze her just as tight, before she walks away down the darkened path back to campus where Sean would be waiting for her. 

There was an odd glow over the sidewalks tonight, a yellowed light that crawled along the cracked brick building that housed Duke’s and halted just shy of the opening of the alley that ran between Duke’s and the bank next door. No other people were visible. Even the small crowd that usually leaned against the rustic brick wall outside of the bar smoking was nowhere to be seen. 

It was odd.

You rub your hands down your arms with nervous anticipation. You’d slept with someone from a bar one time before, but one night stands were not your forte at all. The last time it’d happened, you’d gone back with a guy to his apartment only to find out an hour later when his girlfriend got home that he wasn’t single. She hadn’t seemed surprised that you were in bed with him, but you had been when she pulled out a switchblade the size of your hand and began to slash through the neatly arranged collection of plush squish-mallows on the floor while screaming obscenities at the guy.

In hindsight, maybe the squish-mallows were a clue that he was in a relationship. 

But you didn’t have any bad feelings about the man you’d met. He was attractive, witty, nice, funny, and he genuinely seemed concerned about you when you almost choked to death on a sip of beer. 

I will make him forget the entire awkward encounter. 

You promised yourself, but you also began to be a little bit nervous. You didn’t know why it was taking him so long to find the car. 

A bird caws overhead, sweeping low across the buildings, feathers an inky black in the night air, its shadow flickering across the moon. 

Another two minutes pass and you start to get antsy. 

Maybe he just left?

The thought brings a wave of disappointment over you. The stranger was the first person in a long time that you’d felt genuinely attracted to and now you couldn’t help but think that maybe he lied and when he said he was going to get the car, he really was trying to get away from you as fast as possible. 

You take a few steps in the direction that Kay left thinking that you might as well cut your losses and see if you can catch up, but hesitate. 

What if I leave and he comes back? What if-

An odd noise that sounds like a cat hacking up a hairball comes from the alley directly to your right, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the pavement. 

You turn. Most of the alley is obscured in shadows, several large dumpsters jut out from grimy brick walls stained with God knows what, but you don’t see anything out of the ordinary. 

There are some lights fastened to the wall that runs the length of the bar, sending a dingy orange light over the bags of trash, empty flattened cardboard boxes, and plastic cups strewn over the wet ground. 

The door of Duke’s swings open for a moment, bringing the sounds and smells of the bar through the doorway as a woman enters tugging a sullen looking man behind her.

You turn your attention back to the empty alleyway, and catch the low rumble of a voice that sounds oddly familiar. It echoes through the darkness bouncing off the stone, metal, and bags of trash to where you stand at the dimly lit mouth of the alley.

That’s weird. 

Another sound follows the voice, a wet sounding thud that piques your interest. You take a tentative step forward into the darkness.

Wait. Isn’t this how every horror movie starts?

It was a valid question. But then you hear the voice again, it’s louder, vibrating against the brick and mortar, and it pulls your forward. 

Anxiety hums through your body as you inch down the alley, sticking to the well lit side that runs the length of Duke’s.

“Who sent you?” The familiar voice asks.

There’s no answer, and the sound of the cat choking up a hairball comes back. 

Someone needs to get Grizabella a glass of water.

You take another shaky step passing by the first dumpster before you reach the part of the alley that wraps around the back of the bar. 

At first you’re not sure what you see. The part of the alley behind the bar is more of a cramped street with a tire marked dirt path, bathed in awkward light from the moon and from a lazy streetlight that’s only half lit. There’s another dumpster back here, this one a little larger than the others you’d seen along the side of the building, but that isn’t what’s interesting. 

The image comes into focus. 

The stranger from the bar is standing there, his back to you, but he isn’t alone. The stranger has a man pinned to the dumpster, a large knife stabbed into the space between the man’s collarbone and his right shoulder while his other hand is clasped tightly around the man’s neck.

“Who sent you?!” The stranger roars, the knife digging into the man’s shoulder. 

Your entire body freezes in fear.

My radar was so wrong. How could it be this wrong? He was so caring and kind- That’s what they said about Ted Bundy. 

Your gaze drops to what you thought was a garbage bag at the green-eyed stranger's feet, but realize that it’s not a bag, it’s a body.

Holy shit he’s a murderer! Maybe if I just back away slowly-

You take a slow step backwards hoping to edge back into the alley that runs the length of the bar and forget this night ever happened, but instead of your foot finding solid ground, it finds a forgotten potato chip bag. 

The crinkled plastic crunches underfoot, breaking the still silence of the night. You inhale sharply and look up. Your gaze locks with the green-eyed man.

“I didn’t see anything.” You hold up your hands, backing away slowly. “Have a nice night.”

“Wait-”

“Nope.” You turn and flee down the alley hoping that someone is coming out of the bar at the exact moment who can witness the broad stranger chasing after you. His boots thud against the concrete, splashing through water in hot pursuit, contrasting against the plods of your own feet sloshing through puddles and through trash to get back to the light.

Before you make it halfway through the darkness, he grabs your arm and turns you to look at him. 

“Let me go!” You shriek, tugging at his grip, preparing to kick him between his legs, the only place that matters.

“Please wait. I can explain!” 

“You don’t have to explain!” You keep pulling at his arm. “I didn’t see anything! I don’t know who you are. And you know what? I wasn’t even in the bar tonight! I was back in my apartment watching Crime Scene Kitchen!” 

It was the first thing that popped into your head, but if it meant that you got to live, it would be your alibi.

He hesitates confused. “What’s Crime Scene Kitchen?”

“What? You just fucking murdered someone in an alley, you’re about to murder me, and that’s what you’re asking me?” You scream.

“I’m not going to murder you. And I was the one who was attacked!”

“Oh sure!” Fear clamps down hard on your throat squeezing the air coming in through your lungs. Tears begin to burn against your eyes as you try to release his grip. “Somebody help me!” You scream loudly trying to twist away from him and wishing that you’d brought your bottle of pepper spray or that you’d taken the self-defense class last summer with Kay or at least paid more attention to that scene in Miss Congeniality.

How could I have been so stupid? He’s going to kill me here and I’ll never know what that physics test did to my GPA. 

You frown slightly at that thought. It really is weird what goes through your head when you think you’re going to die. 

“Please, let me explain.” He says again, eyes wide and filled with an emotion that looks surprisingly like regret.

His dark hair has fallen forward over his cheeks that are flecked with blood, but the lights that line the wall of the dark alley perfectly frame his face. He looked like a model for a beer commercial or one that they’d roughed up a little for those weird perfume commercials you saw that never made any sense, but were always intriguing. 

Why are all the hot ones crazy? Why couldn’t he have just been a bad kisser? Or maybe a little too loud? Why is his flaw that he freaking MURDERS people? 

As you think that, there is a little voice inside your head that asks: Could I be okay with that? 

NO! OF COURSE NOT!

“There’s nothing to explain! You’re a murderer! You just killed those people!” You aim a kick at his crotch, but the man only catches your ankle with his large hand. You could feel the warmth of his skin through your sweatpants, the sensation that brought warm tingles through your body when you were in the bar, only sends a wave of fear crashing over you.

“Yes I did, but for a good reason!”

“Really? What reason was that!?”

“They were trying to kill me!”

“I don’t believe you!”

“I-”

Before he can finish his sentence, gunfire explodes over your head. Sparks fly as bullets crash into the dumpsters and rip through the night air around where you and the man are standing.

There’s a large black suburban parked in the street that runs behind Duke’s where you’re found the stranger with the body. Three men stand in front of it all in dark clothing and each one is  holding a pistol pointed directly at where you’re standing. 

“Holy shit!” You scream, but the stranger tackles you back behind the large rusting green dumpster that juts out and gives you cover from the blaze of bullets.

His body lays over yours, curving protectively around you, and his arm is behind you head so when you hit the ground, your head doesn’t. The impact of the cold, wet, concrete beneath your body jostles through your system, but you can’t focus on it too much, not when the man’s entire body is laying on top of yours and it feels as if he was made especially for you. 

He lays in the cradle of your thighs, wonderfully broad and hard, the muscles of his body contrasting to the soft curves of your body underneath your clothes. It left very little to the imagination, well… not little. 

It’s enough to make a girl forget that he’s a murderer… No, what am I saying!!

You shove him off of you and cower back behind the dumpster, the sound of gunfire filling your ears and making you realize exactly what you smelled on the man earlier that you thought was smoke. 

“Baby-” He says reaching out to comfort you.

“Don’t touch me! I’m not your baby!” You swat his hands away from you pressing yourself back into the wet wall of the alley. 

The smell of mold and trash was rising all around you in an unholy mist. The wet ground soaked into the soft fabric of your pants and left stains that you didn’t want to think about what they were. 

“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit-” It comes out like a sickening mantra as you rock back and forth, hands on your ears to make the sound of the gunfire stop.

I’m going to die here. In this dismal back alley. In front of this gorgeous murder. If I had know that I wouldn’t have spent so much of this week studying for a mother-fucking physics test!

“Sweetheart!” The man shouts to catch your attention, but you don’t look at him. 

“What in the devil’s ass is happening?!” You shriek.

“Listen to me!” He shouts louder over the sound of gunfire and takes your cheeks in his rough palms to make him look at him. His green eyes are brilliant in the light, but filled with a determined fire that makes you suddenly feel very safe despite watching him kill someone and the active gunfire bouncing all around you. 

You wanted to trust him, but you also didn’t want to be on the news or used as a cautionary tale for mothers to guilt their daughters with. 

“I promise that nothing is going to happen to you.”

“How can you guarantee that?!”

“Because I don’t break my promises.” The determined grit in his eyes hardens as they sweep over your face. “I will explain what’s going on. But first I have to go talk to them.” He releases your face, but hesitates. 

The man wasn’t bothering to duck and cover, in fact each time a bullet ricocheted off the side of the dumpster he didn’t even flinch, meanwhile the sour taste of bile was rising into your mouth and you were sure that you were going to throw up. Panic was setting in, and your heart rate was getting dangerously high as anxiety and fear flickered along your nerve endings. 

Oh my sweet goodness he’s mentally unstable.

“Actually.” He sighs and flashes an awkward smile. “I don't want to lie to you. I’m going to go kill them. Don’t move.” He reaches into the waistband at the back of his worn jeans and pulls out a gun. 

Has he had that this whole time? HOW did I not feel it? 

“Wait what? Don’t go out there!” Your fingers fist in the front of his jacket, the fear of him leaving you more than the fear of him murdering you. At this point it was either be killed by the beautiful stranger or killed by the other guys, and being killed by the other guys meant that you’d have to meet someone new and look where that had gotten you tonight. 

“They’re not exactly going to leave on their own.” He cracks a smile despite the situation. “But promise me you’re not going to move.” His smile turns into a concerned frown, eyebrows furrowing together as his eyes settle on you once more, steely and unyielding. 

“I promise.” Your voice comes out shaky and not at all what you sound like. Truthfully you were surprised that you got anything to come out of your mouth that wasn't vomit.

He nods once. 

When he leaves, you wait exactly three seconds, counting each of them out in your head before you take off in a dead run for the front door of Duke’s bar and into the safety of the street beyond without looking back while hoping that all of this has just been a bad dream. 

Coming back to the apartment feels surreal, crossing through the living room like a Salvador Dali painting, and finally closing your bedroom door and locking it is like a mirage. 

You weren’t sure how you made it back here, only that you did, and that was all that mattered.

Kay and Liza weren’t home, predictably, but you would have tried to call both of them if you hadn’t dropped your phone in the cluster fuck that was everything that happened an hour ago. Because on top of everything now you didn’t have any way to contact your friends and let them know that you’re alive and okay.  

Your body was still buzzing with the anxiety of everything that happened, mind going a mile a minute the longer you allowed it to bathe in the memories of being shot at and watching the stranger kill those men. 

The stranger that somehow was able to trick your radar.

I just need to breathe, relax, and- 

You turn around towards your bed expecting to go to sleep and forget all of it, but the thought stutters to a halt as you realize you’re not alone. The green-eyed stranger is standing there in the center of your bedroom. He is holding a bundle of your clothes in one hand and your empty school backpack in the other. 

“What the fuck?!” You scream and reach for the Strawberry Shortcake bat your dad bought you when you moved out, hefting it high on your shoulder preparing to swing. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He raises an eyebrow at your awkward stance. “Why are you holding a bright pink baseball bat?”

“All the better beat the shit out of rapists who break into my apartment in the middle of the night!”

“What happened to murderer?” The end of his lips lift up in a smile too perfect to be real. He almost seems to be enjoying this, like he thinks you’re being cute and not accusing him of something terrible. 

“That too!”

He laughs at you, but then his smile slips into a frown.“Why did you break your promise?” You don't understand why he looks like a kicked puppy at the thought that you broke your promise. 

Of course I didn’t keep it! I was running for my life to get out of the way of the millions of bullets pointed at my head!

“What?”

“You promised that you would stay there and you didn’t. You could have been killed.” Worry flashes in his gaze, and your eyes drop to the flecks of blood on the outside of his jacket that remind you of everything this man had done tonight.

“Oh, well excuse me for breaking a promise I made to a murderer!” 

“I’m not a murderer.” 

“If the boot fits!” You snap back. “You showing up in my bedroom certainly seems plenty murdery. That and you going through my underwear drawer for a little souvenir.” Your eyes narrow in suspicion. 

“A souvenir?” The man laughs at you again, his shoulders shaking. He’s still wearing the same clothes he was in the alley, and again you’re momentarily stunned by how attractive he is.

“Why else would you be going through my drawers? And how do you know where I live!?”

“That’s not important right now.” The man shoves the bundle of your clothes into your backpack before moving back to the chest of drawers in the corner of your bedroom for another handful.

“What the fuck do you mean that’s not important right now? And what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m packing you a bag.”

“What? Why? So it’ll look like I ran away?!”

Oh holy fuck he’s still going to kill me!

You swing the bat as hard as you can, but the man raises the backpack to block your attack. 

“Calm down Derek Jeter! I’m not going to murder you, please stop saying that.”

“Why?”

He frowns and shrugs his shoulders. “Because it’s hurting my feelings a little bit.” 

“Hurting your-” You shake your head in disbelief. “Look, I have no idea who the fuck you are or why you broke into my apartment but-”

“Hi. I’m Russell.” The man now identified as ‘Russell’ holds out his hand to try and shake yours. 

That’s obviously a fake name. 

You stare at him blankly. “Are you insane?”

“No, I just told you, I’m  Russell. And we have to go.” He retracts his hand and begins to shove clothes into your backpack again.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, crazy! I have class in the morning and an exam in two days!” You heft the baseball bat higher on your shoulder as a silent threat.

Judging by the way he blocked your attack so easily a few moments ago, you didn’t have high hopes. But you did think that if you screamed loud enough your elderly neighbor, aptly named Willy due to the many, many times he’d flashed Kay, Liza, and you “accidentally,” would come over at least to see if you had any extra magazines to take back to his hoarder apartment that was stacked floor to ceiling with yellowed newspapers long out of print. 

Russell sighs, and looks from the bat to you, shoulders relaxing a millimeter, but there’s still something determined in his gaze. “I understand that you’re scared, but those guys, they saw you with me.”

“So?”

“So if I leave you here with no protection, they’re going to come here and take you.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yes I do!” He replies, the edge of his voice is tinged with anger and frustration. 

“How?”

“Look!” Russell holds up a battered phone. Displayed on the cracked screen is a message thread of texts to an unknown number. Russell clicks on one of the pictures that was sent an hour ago, about the time the two of you met.

As it grows larger on the screen you recognize the two people in it. It’s a picture of Russell and you kissing at the bar. Your eyes are closed, hands curved over his shoulders possessively, while you smile into his mouth.

The memory of the kiss sends a warm tingle down your spine as you remember how good the kiss was. It was definitely in the top ten, hell, it was number one. 

Don’t be seduced by his charm and good looks! You saw him kill someone tonight! Not to mention he probably killed those other guys that were shooting at you.

Russell swipes his finger over the screen again, this time the picture is of him and you talking, your face on full display. You’re laughing at something Russell said with your right hand resting on the cool bottle of beer you never finished. Honestly, if anyone was seeing those photos for the first time it would look like Russell and you were together. 

“You took pictures of me!?” You shout. “You’re a fucking freak!” 

“Sweetheart, listen to me-”

“I’m not your Sweetheart. You’re just some random murder that I met at a bar!”

The things that I’ve said tonight for the first time could be an SNL skit. Why me?

“For the last time, I am not a murder! And I didn’t take those photos. The men who were after me did.”

“So? Why would they care about some random girl?”

“Because they don’t know you’re some random girl I met! They think that you’re important to me and until I figure out who they sent these pictures to, you’re not safe.”

“Can’t you text them and say that you just met me tonight? That it’s a pure coincidence?! That I’m not important to you.” You point at the cracked phone, waving your free hand frantically at it.

Russell laughs at your question. “Are you kidding? Do you think they’re going to believe me?”

“I don’t know! And how would they know where I live?”

“The same way I knew how.”

That is a good point. How did he know where I lived?

You hesitate, gaze flicking over where Russell stands with your backpack in his hand, but another idea begins to wiggle from the depths of your mind. “Wait. Is this some kind of kinky thing you do? Some fetish? Pretending to be a spy or that people are after you just to get yourself all hot and bothered?”

“What?” Now it’s Russell’s turn to look at you like you’re crazy. 

You take that as confirmation. “It is! Holy fuck, that is so messed up.”

Wow forget murderer, he’s an actual psychopath. Why the hell did I drop my phone?

Kay and Liza weren’t going to be back tonight. Especially not if they think that you took “Russell,” if that really is his name, back to the apartment. You had no other way of contacting them, except with your laptop that was sitting closed on your bed behind where Russell was standing. 

“Wait a minute. I’m not a spy.”

“Exactly, that’s the point! You’re pretending to make me-”

“No, I’m not. I promise all of this is real!” Russell sighs frustrated. “I know that you don’t want to believe me, but it isn’t safe here. And I can protect you!”

“That’s exactly what you would say to kidnap me!”

“Sweetheart. I am not going to kidnap you, I’m trying to keep you safe. I mean, if I have to kidnap you I will-”

Your eyes widen and you heft the bat high on your shoulder prepared to swing.

“Sorry, that was a bad joke.” He holds up his hands in surrender, flashing an apologetic smile. “What would it take to make you believe me?”

It was the question that you had been contemplating since he’d protected you in the alley. You knew nothing about him, didn’t know what he did for a living, and you’d only just learned his name. But despite everything that happened there was a little part of yourself that wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe everything he was telling you, well, not the part about you being in danger and the idea that people now wanted to kill you, but the part about being able to trust him. 

You think about the way he made you feel at the bar, when he listened to you complain about your physics test and made you laugh. You’d trusted him then, enough to go home with him or at least, try to go home with him. 

“I don’t know.” The bat slips a little bit from your shoulder with your honesty. “Do you have any character references?”

Russell cracks a smile. “Isn’t it a little early for you to ask me about my old girlfriends? Don’t think any of them would be willing to say anything good about me either.”

This time you can feel a little smile begin to tug at the end of your lips, one that Russell notices. 

“I know that you’re scared.” He takes a tentative step forward. “But I promise that I will explain everything to you, answer all your questions, but all I know is that you’re not safe here. And I can’t in good conscience leave, if I know you’re in danger.”

The look in his eyes had the determined fire you’d seen many times tonight, but there was something honest about it. They saw through you, and even though you had spent most of the night terrified and believed him to be a murderer, you didn’t think that someone like that would be so determined for you to go with him. 

It felt like two parts of your head were at war. You wanted to trust Russell, you didn’t think he was lying to you, but you had seen him kill those men. And there was an unfortunate part of you that worried he made all of this up to kidnap you. 

But I think if he meant to do that… he would have jumped me the minute I walked into my bedroom, he wouldn’t have said “hi.”

“I know this whole thing sounds crazy. But the last thing I want is for you to die because of something stupid I did. Please.”

You bite the inside of your cheek thinking about Kay and Liza. “If I leave, what about my roommates? They live here too.” 

He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not going to sugar coat it Sweetheart, there’s always a chance that they’ll be hurt, but with you gone, there’s also a chance that these guys will focus more on finding me.”

“So basically you can’t guarantee their safety?”

“No.” He drops his gaze for a moment, but then he looks at you again. “But I can guarantee yours and I don’t want to take the chance with your life. And my brother is smart, maybe he can figure out a way to keep them safe too.”

You stand there for a moment contemplating what he’s saying, the memories of everything that happened tonight rising up in an unrelenting wave, not just cowering behind the dumpster, but the kiss the two of you shared, and the way he made you laugh.

I want to trust him. I don’t think he’s lying, I don’t think he’s going to hurt me. You think to yourself, and then the inevitable thought comes. I feel safe with him. 

“Do you promise that your name is Russell and that you’re telling me the truth?” You ask one more time to make sure.

“Yes.”

So you take a chance and hope to God that you’re not wrong. 

“Okay.” You nod, lowering the bat entirely. “I’ll go with you.”

He sighs in relief. “Good.” Russell holds out the backpack towards you. “You should probably pack this. If I had my way, there won’t be much in here besides underwear.”

“You’re such a guy.” You roll your eyes and take the backpack from him, but you can't help the smile that curls on the end of your mouth.

Russell returns it, pleased with himself that he'd gotten you to smile again. “That's better than you accusing me of being a murderer.”

“Jury’s still out on that one.” 

“But you have to admit… this did make you forget your physics test right?”

He's not wrong... but you don’t think that this is better.

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[grimmsbride]

⠀⠀⠀ ▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛ Promises, promises. Johnny Storm

summary. out of desperation you make a deal with the literal fiery devil. let’s see if you can keep up your end of the bargain.

tags. johnny storm is ooc (based off my interpretation of him in the game & little things i remember from the movies). reader is a healer. mentions of usual game mechanics. not proofread. smut. porn with little plot. face seating. oral sex (fem. recieving). reader is chubby/curvy & black girl coded (all are free to read ofc). attempts dirty talk. like one pet name. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. entire plot is inspired by that one luna snow & human torch comic by; CEO OF MILFS on twitter.

author’s note. trying to get back into tumblr writing with marvel rivals, i’m sorry for being so mia everyone. i hope you enjoy and as always please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.

I’m tired.. The statement was simple running through your mind, jogging closely behind a salivating Venom and your other teammates. Being a hero was a daunting job, one you didn’t regret— but daunting nonetheless. And having to use your abilities to heal wounds was even harder; the concentration that went into it— nevermind the fact some people were just so demanding at times.

A heavy sigh escaped you, hands caressing the air to heal Venom, hearing his tongue-filled thank you shortly after. The time was ticking, only about a minute and thirty seconds left, with zero progress to the last objective. Your teammates were dropping like flies and it seemed like they took even longer to come back from recovering.

Between the match looking quite bleak and the tiredness running through your body, you wanted nothing more but to find a corner and hide; awaiting that familiar feminine voice to tell you, the team had lost.

Caught up in your thoughts, you jumped in surprise the moment something slammed into the wall beside you; concrete crumbling from the impact. You spun around, gasping as a familiar silhouette came into view.

“Johnny!” His name escaped your lips urgently, rushing over and stepping carefully over the debris. Your eyes scanned his body, noting the fact his skin was back to normal as he laid amongst the rubble. A hiss escaped, lowering to your knees and gently scooping the man closer.

You couldn’t deny the level of affection you held for the infamous Human Torch. Despite his frat boyish and overly flirty ways, you knew there was a good heart underneath all that flame.

Not that you would ever admit it anyway.

“I got you, Johnny.” You mummured, hand rising right above him and healing him, the pink glow covering his body like a comforting blanket. You watched happily as his eyebrows undid from his pained crease, watching his own gaze focus on your face.

A boyish grin crossed his features, “Hey, thanks…” He spoke, albeit strained. Though soon he coughed, a hand rising to cover his lips. “I—I think you missed a spot with your healing.

Your eyebrows pressed close, eyes scanning up and down his body for a moment. “Where?”

Like the overgrown child he was, Johnny pointed right to his lips, even making an effort to pucker them in your direction. You gave a loud groan, basically tossing him off you and back into the rubble where pained laughter escaped him.

“Be serious for once, we’re about to lose.” You huffed, slowly dragging your body to standing whilst patting your bodysuit free of rocks and debris. You glanced down at your watch spotting the fact you had forty seconds left. Forty, and your teammates progress wasn’t far at all.

You gritted your teeth, glancing down at Johnny who seemed all too comfy on a bed of rocks.

“Johnny— come on! We have to help the others.”

Johnny gave an unenthused expression, tucking his hands behind his head. “Let the time run out, we can’t do much like this anyway.”

You crossed your arms, struggling not to strangle him right then and there. “I thought the Fantastic Four always fought to the end. I wonder what Reed would think of this..”

The threat went unnoticed, Johnny seemingly tuning you out. Now with only twenty seconds left, it seemed the anxiety began to stir within you, debating on whether to leave him behind and go back to your team.

It would be best, even without some extra firepower you going back to healing would help expeditiously.

Still..

With nothing left to lose, and clenched fists, you stared down at the man with a serious expression. One he caught quickly.

“Wha—“

“If you get up right now, help, and we somehow win this; I’ll sit on your face for however long you want.”

All was silent for a moment, Johnny slowly removing his hands from behind his head, staring at you with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, the air around you was getting hot— way too hot.

A loud flame on! thundered from Johnny’s throat, skin coated in flame as he blasted from the debris and back to the fighting area. You didn’t actually expect that to work, at all. You expected some laughter and him continuing to ride the time out. Not the sudden burst of energy.

But you couldn’t complain.

You chased close behind, hands rising to heal your teammates as they came into view. Sweat trickled down your body, eyes flickering between the time and the objective. It was reaching overtime, it growing closer and closer— more stressful as the seconds passed.

Your team was pushing though, whether with the extra fire or not you couldn’t tell— nor was it a main concern right now. You just needed to keep healing, even when your eyes grew blurry and body ached; you had to keep healing.

Flame began to consume your opponents, their numbers dwindling as you pushed and pushed, the seconds draining but oh so fulfilling.

Finally you made it , the objective clearing as a triumphant you win! echoed around you.

As this reality set you couldn’t help but smile, feeling your body relax slowly. Only to tense the moment you remembered.

You made a promise. And unfortunately for you. Johnny didn’t seem like the type to forget those so easily.

. . .

You dragged the towel along your body, drying your skin completely whilst standing in the middle of your bedroom. After the match you made your way quickly to your quarters, far too excited to wash off the sweat and grime that accumulated from the battle. The water was way too soothing, you nearly extending your shower but not wishing for your skin to get pruny.

With a heavy sigh you placed your towel off to the side, sliding on some panties first before going for your night gown; a pale pink cami style night gown that hung at your ankles, silky and soft against your fresh skin.

You lowered to your bed, legs crossed as you slid some shea butter along them. Focused on smoothing the lotion evenly, you jumped the moment someone knocked on your door, eyebrows creasing in slight concern.

It was getting late, and you weren’t exactly prepared for guests nor were you in the mood to hold any ounce of conversation.

But with another knock you were rising, lips curling into a grimace as you waltzed over to the door in lazy strides. Soon enough you were infront of it, fingers locking around the knob as you turned and pulled, opening the door to reveal the one and only Johnny Storm.

He was dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants and a black tshirt, hair tousled yet still neat enough. Johnny’s gaze traced your attire, smiling to himself.

“Nice gown.”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossing. “What do you want, Johnny? I wanna some sleep after today.”

The man wore a disgruntled expression and despite your best efforts — which really weren’t any — he crept into your room, busying himself with picking up some random knick knack upon your vanity.

“So soon? What about your promise?”

You rose a single eyebrow, trying to make sense of what he said. Silently you stood, arms crossed and staring straight ahead in thought— Johnny waiting ever so patiently, his own gaze settled on your form.

Finally it hit you, like a train, all at once— the stupid promise you made in the heat of battle.

You began to sputter, instinctively shutting the door behind you in fear of what someone might hear;

“Ar—are you seriously going to hold me to that? For what I said in the heat of the moment— that wasn’t a pun.” You added quickly the moment you noticed that damned smirk creep onto his face.

Johnny placed your random item off to the side, shrugging a little as he took you in.

“I mean.. you sounded pretty serious back there..” He hummed, eyes rising from you up to the ceiling. “And I did..” The man stretched the word to really get his point across;

“Hold up my end of the bargain.” Again, Johnny shrugged as if it was no big deal, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed.

“So how about it [Name]? Looking to keep your promise?”

You couldn’t handle the way he was staring at you, your gaze quickly looking at anything but him. From your vanity to your ceiling, your eyes danced about as if the answer was written plainly in the air. You expected to be in bed by now, cuddled up under blankets and sleeping away the stress of the day.

Not being propositioned for a statement you said randomly without a single thought.

As your eyes flicked back to the man, you noticed how he stood patiently— for once. Fully waiting for your reply. Maybe even a hint of excitement resting in his eyes.

Your teeth dragged across the inside of your cheek, rising a single hand and pointing towards your bed.

“Lay down..” You tried to sound much more confident than you were letting on, but you were sure your voice wavered with each word. Though it didn’t seem to faze the man, as Johnny was more than ready to abide your command; basically running over to the bed and dropping to his back— bouncing a little from the impact.

You took in a sharp breath, bending as your hands ran across your thighs for a moment, under your dress, and hooking onto your panties. All under his watchful gaze you slid them down, the fabric bundling before landing against your floor.

Stepping out of them, you glanced up spotting the excited smile practically glued to his face. Slowly you stepped closer, approaching your bed and going knee first onto the comfy blankets. Carefully you crawled up and over him, soon standing right over his torso, collecting your night gown in both hands.

Johnny stared up at you, hands going to glide across your exposed legs, awaiting your next move.

You clenched your dress, lips pursing as you spoke, “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Sit and find out.”

Johnny spoke far too quickly, voice devoid of his usual playfulness. You couldn’t deny his words sent a shiver down to the right places, your anxiety simply churning even more.

But, you couldn’t turn back now. Or rather, you didn’t want to. So with a careful step, you inched until you were directly standing right above his head, slowly bending your knees.

Just when you were an inch above his face, strong arms suddenly locked around your waist, quickly pulling you down the rest of the way. You couldn’t help but gasp, face flushed with warmth the moment you felt his gentle breathing right against your center.

“I—I’m not too heavy…right?”

You jumped the moment his annoyed grunt tickled against you, deciding it may be best to shut up right then and there instead of focusing on such trivial things. Rather you began to focus on his lips, and how they gently pressed against you.

Your own parted as the softest oh escaped. The feeling foreign but not at all unwanted. Your eyes fluttered closed, breathing softly as the gentle ministrations continued, Johnny purposely warming you up, slowly.

And when it seemed like you would get enough of just his lips, his tongue poked through, prodding at your lips before sliding them open with a slow lick.

You shook, clenching your night gown tight as those licks continued. His tongue was thick and long, slithering from your entrance right to your clit; paying special attention to that little bud. You were growing hot, eyebrows creasing closer as the pleasure grew. You weren’t experienced in this sort of thing; no one has ever gifted you the pleasure of cunninglingus, yet here you were; with a fellow hero nonetheless.

Your coworker, really, one whose tongue was doing wonders.

“Johnny..” His name fell from your lips in a soft moan, it etching into a groan the moment you felt a hand of his move towards your ass, a warm palm gripping a handful. There, Johnny’s rhythm sped up, his tongue twirling, creating a sloppy mess of your cunt.

Filthy sounds echoed from between your legs, a combination of your pussy and the downright sexy groans that the man was humming right into you. His fingers gripped your skin tightly, assuring you didn’t move an inch as he kept up his treatment.

Your legs began to shake, his hair tickling your thighs as your stomach tightened. A hand released your nightgown to instead grip your headboard, even leaning forward to rest your forehead against the cool wood. The pleasure was clouding your mind, hips slowly moving; grinding right down on his face�� without a care if he could breathe anymore.

Johnny’s enjoyment was clear in the way his tongue went flat, gifting you a perfect surface to ride upon. The man was in pure heaven, having such a pretty thing right on his face, unable to move unless he says so. And albeit muffled because of your thick thighs, your moans were the perfectly melody to his already splendid front row seats.

The Human Torch wondered how loud he could get you with just his mouth. Maybe enough that someone bangs on the wall, begging for some peace within the night. Johnny couldn’t help but grin to himself, lips slowly circling your swollen bud, sucking eagerly.

“Fu—fuck…Johnny, Joh—johnny please!”

That’s it.. The man thought to himself, far too happy. He wish he could speak properly, muttering sweet praises and teases; wishing to mock you for being so loud yet encourage it in the safe breath. For now though, Johnny settled on humming along to your moans; the action causing the sweetest vibration.

Your hips increased in ferocity, chasing that high as the band within your stomach continued to tighten. Your eyes were going hazy, struggling to keep your voice at bay. It seemed your night gown went completely forgot, pushed up on your waist whilst your free hand went for his hair, tugging at the perfect locks; feeling the man grunt in response.

The harshest moan escaped you, hips grinding to a stop as you came; a sticky mess painting his face. Your chest rose and fell, heavy breaths escaping as your eyes shut close in an effort to relax.

Which, proved useless the moment you realized Johnny hadn’t stopped. At all. Not for a second. His tongue remained on your cunt, licking you clean of your orgasm and then some.

The pleasure bordered on torture now, quickly turning into overstimulation that had you babbling for mercy;

“J—johnny..! Ple..please I need a break..!—“ You reached for his forehead, pushing weakly at the space. The man didn’t move an inch, him even making an effort to snake a tight arm around your leg so you didn’t move off him.

Tears sprung to your eyes, using the headboard to steady yourself as tremors ran through your body. You could only sit there, paying the price for your poor choice of words in sobs and moans, the tears now streaming right down your warm cheeks.

Johnny was somehow able to peek at you, something he instantly regretted the moment he saw your features. So beautiful, face flushed, eyes glossy, and with the tiniest pout. He felt himself getting harder right in his boxers, struggling not to use a hand to stroke against the growing bulge. But the man knew if given the opportunity you would probably jump right off, so instead he settled on moving his hips uselessly in the air— hoping the friction would relieve even an ounce of tension.

“So fucking wet…I might drown.” Johnny managed to say right into your pussy, a loopy chuckle escaping him; as if drunk off your taste. But with the way his eyes were rolling back, he just might be.

“Jo..johnny, Johnny, please..”

“Fu..fuck..” The man muttered, sucking you up with such vigor as if his jaw was made of metal. “Keep.. saying my name, baby. Let me hear you.”

You obeyed his request easily, his name falling from your lips in a desperate mantra. With each call it pitched, your eyes going blurrier— possibly even rolling to the back of your skull. That familiar feeling broached your stomach, only harsher than before; a feeling that nearly scared you if it wasn’t for the pleasure that quickly washed over.

With shaky legs you were riding his face, your own a complete mess with tears, pressed against the cool wood of your headboard. Your eyes pinched closed, broken gasps and heavy moans escaping you— voice going raw the moment it all came crashing down.

Heavier than before, surely soaking Johnny completely with your mess. You struggled to breathe, eyes pinched closed as the hold on his hair and your headboard loosened.

You whined the moment you felt movement, worrying he would pick back up but pleasantly surprised to feel the man gently pushing you down to rest on his chest, hearing a sharp breath escape him.

Your head went slack, eyes opening to land on his face. Johnny was a mess, skin coated with your arousal and his saliva, marking up his lips and cheeks. Along with that, he was a little red, hair even messier than before.

Yet he still grinned easily, gliding his hands up and down your thighs, soothing you a little.

“See? I knew you could do it.”

You rolled your eyes slowly, shifting a little and moving in an attempt to crawl off. Yet you didn’t move an inch as his arms tightened, refusing to let you go.

You caught his gaze, Johnny chuckling softly at the look of confusion painting your features. His hand rose, thumb curling to your waist.

“You said for as long as I like..”

“John—“

The man gave a playful pout, head tilting up at you.

“You wanna keep your promise.. don’t you?”

[jamiehe4rtsmen]

⁹ can't believe i get to call you mine

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"you see that girl over there?" schlatt leans on the counter, pointing towards you across the deli shop, who was squinting at the menu (you forgot your glasses at home and were suffering the consequences).

the underpaid employee blinks. "yeah."

schlatt lights up, a dumb grin settling on his face as he lets out a giggle. "that's my girl. can you believe that?"

"wow... so, what kind of sandwich do you w—"

"i mean, that's like, the definition of pulling above your league. am i right?" he pushes his elbow into the cashier gently, like they were best buds who were catching up after a long day.

"for sure. what kind—"

"i asked her yesterday, and she actually said yes! can you believe i—"

"give me your fucking sandwich order."

his video had now garnered 9.9 million views, titled "the bit went too far". it started off as an apology video, apologinzg for something vague, until you walked into frame and chirped "hey babe, whatcha doin'?" in the video, schlatt whipped his head around and hissed, "shh! what if they see you? i'll lose like, all my revenue from my woman audience!" your eyes widen and you giggle conspiratorially, walking out of the frame. schlatt turns around, facing the screen, and shrugs awkwardly before the video cuts off. all thirty seconds of it went absolutely viral.

right after this video was posted, unpaid intern came out with its first episode. a specific clip mentioning you went viral.

"so, after everything that's happened today, how are we feeling? like schlatt, we all know you've got a girl back home." ludwig transferred the microphone from himself to schlatt.

he grumbled, "what's it t'ya?"

"well, are the two of you thinkin' about kids?" a grin broke out across ludwig's face.

schlatt's poker face was immaculate as he shrugged. "well, so far the two of us have been trying to keep her tamagotchi alive more than anything, so once we deal with that first... we'll think 'bout it. but i don't mind the idea."

the kids burst out into the classic teasing chant of, "schlatt and his girlfriend kissing in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G—"

"alright, alright! cool your little jets, kiddos." he groans, ruffling their hair.

on his new minecraft server, he was talking about you (as always). he killed a few sheep and made you a pink bed, placing it quite literally right next to his. he made a little sign that said "for my girl" and side eyed chat before quickly scrambling to add a little "<3" at the end, but when his chat teased him for it he scoffed, gaslighting to the thousandth degree. "psh.. no, chat. you guys are seein' things."

he'd added a new dono goal (which he reached in under an hour), which read "STREAM W/ THE MISSUS." he begrudgingly kept his word, booting up a just chatting stream titled "q&a with woman."

chat had fed him important questions to ask, like your name and hobbies, but he purposefully picked out the most funny one. straight-faced he looked at you and loudly proclaimed, "would you still love me if i was a blue ford f-150?" to which he got a hesitant, "...yes, but would i be like... carsexual then?"

he had also been caught and clipped glancing at his phone during streams and chuckling to himself, his cheeks flushed. sometimes he would even turn his phone to chat to show that toots 💕 texted him "saw a pineapple can at the grocery store next to a lawnmower and thought of you"

"ah. shakespeare's got nothin' on my girl. bill can suck a cock." he sighed, clearly lovelorn as he chuckled to himself.

sometimes chat would tease him with donos such as "blink twice if you need help" or "dating above your league final boss"

but his favorite thing was when someone on twitter tagged him in a photo of you and a man talking to each other, captioned "@/jschlatt, i'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but i saw your girl at a restaurant with this guy. dm me if you need emotional support 😘 xoxo"

schlatt was sent this tweet on stream, and burst out laughing. he laughed so hard he burst into tears, then he called you in the room with a mock-serious voice. "babe, jschlattsleftsock on twitter—"

"x, the everything app," you jokingly interrupt him.

he rolls his eyes, clearing his throat and grumbling, "not fuckin' calling it that. anyway, she said that you cheated on me with this guy." he burst into laughter as he showed the photo of you and the guy.

you burst into laughter two, but in between laughs you wheezed, "that's— my older brother— oh my gosh! and the xoxo at the end, the girl is shameless!"

chat, when they realized the truth of the situation, calmed down and started laughing too. you and the guy did look eerily similar to anyone with a pair of eyes, and it became a bit between the two of you and chat.

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divider credits @issysh3ll

[lvlybin]

ok this has been marinating in my mind for a while but i CANT get over clingy gunwook like imagine trying to get up in the morning and he just pulls you back down all whiny and grumbly UGHHHH he’s so cutie patootie

or you could literally just be sitting on the couch and zoning out or smth and he basically flings himself at you, his head on your lap and face nuzzled into your stomach and he just hugs the life outta you like that idk i think i need to be sedated BUT JUST IMAGINEEEEE

✉️ Gunwook would be the best person to cuddle everrrr

He would be SO adorable in the mornings. Gunwook would love sleeping in late with you, cuddled up and cozy in bed with mid-morning light streaming in through the curtains. He would only wake up if you even tried to leave the bed. I can just see you getting up to go to the bathroom, and Gunwook would be peeking his eyes open immediately. 

“YN?” he would call out, his voice small and sleepy as his hands go to your side of the bed, trying to find where your form went. At the sound of your name, you try to finish up quickly, and when you see Gunwook lying in bed, your heart softens. His thick biceps are curled around your pillow, his cheek pressed against the fabric. It smells like you, which is probably why he’s holding it so tightly. His brown eyes are barely open, but when you stand in the doorway, they find you instantly. 

Gunwook reaches for you as you approach the bed. He doesn’t even wait for you to move back into the sheets before he’s pulling you down. “Can we sleep for a little longer?”

When you’re finally able to get him up and out of the bed for breakfast, he still keeps his arms around your waist. Gunwook clings to you as you begin throwing together some food for the both of you. It makes things a little difficult, the two of you waddling along with his large frame covering yours, but you don’t have the heart to tell the still-sleepy man to go lie back down. And you can’t tell him no when he asks to eat breakfast on the couch.

You sit on the cushions of the couch, carefully setting the plates for you and Gunwook on the coffee table before Gunwook flings himself back onto your lap. “Still tired?” you ask with a small smile on your face, and he just mumbles, arms wrapping tightly around you as he nuzzles his face into your stomach.

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the bodyguard | part 3

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Famous!reader AU

After joining Maverick's security team once he left the navy, Rooster had become the best bodyguard around. He never thought too hard about it, he'd go in, protect whoever he was assigned, and leave. The threat against his client never really went anywhere if he was on the job, and he always put it first. All until your assignment came along. Suddenly his biggest threat might not be the stalker watching your every move, but rather trying not to fall for the world's biggest pop star.

warnings: stalker, threats, mention of strict trainer/food, anything else let me know

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"I have an interview today." You said casually, as you walked into the kitchen where Rooster sat sipping on some coffee. It was late in the morning, and Rooster found himself glad that you'd skipped your morning swim, since he'd finally got to sleep in a little later and wasn't woken up to your splashing.  

He lifted his head and looked up at you, "What for?" 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, "It's a talk show. One of those late-night ones... or have you been living under a rock?" 

He narrowed his eyes, "I know what talk shows are, thank you very much." he said curtly, "I just don't pay attention to celebrity gossip." 

"Right." you responded flatly, "The taping is today at 5. If you're not ready and waiting in the foyer, I'm going without you." 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be there. It's my job, after all." He retorted sharply. 

"Unfortunately for me!" You called over your shoulder as you walked out of the kitchen. 

Rooster gritted his teeth, the urge to retaliate strong. Instead, he took a deep, steadying breath, trying to remember what Maverick had told him over the phone, that he could handle it.  

"This woman is going to drive me insane." he muttered. 

-- 

He stood in the foyer waiting, likely earlier than needed. The thought of spending hours at a talk show taping, watching you charm the host and audience made his skin crawl. It seemed you were nice to literally anyone other than him.  

He heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, and straightened his jacket, feeling a little smug that he had been ready before you. He was about to make a snarky comment about it, but as he looked up to see you, his mouth snapped shut and his eyes couldn't help but roam over your figure. You wore a classy black jumpsuit that hugged your curves perfectly, and your hair was up in some sort of purposely messy do. He couldn't deny you looked stunning, and he was momentarily taken aback as his irritation with you faded briefly. 

"My makeup artist is meeting us there. Let's go." you mumbled as you brushed past him and straight out of the door. 

He blinked, quickly regaining his composure, "Coming." he grunted, following close behind you and trying to ignore the way the jumpsuit clung to your figure while you walked. 

He noticed Ben waiting, leaning against the car door with a smile as usual. 

"Well, don't you look amazing." Ben grinned at you, and you gave him a warm smile. 

"So do you Ben, as always." You chuckled, as Ben held the door open and you climbed inside the car. 

Rooster stood frozen watching the interaction, again wondering why you were easily nice to everyone else and why it bothered him so much. Ben noticed and chuckled, "Nice suit, Rooster." 

"Thanks Ben." He mumbled bitterly, as he climbed into the backseat beside you. 

The drive to the TV studio was mostly quiet and Rooster couldn't help but fidget in his seat. His annoyance conflicted with an unconscious attraction, which only served to frustrate him even more. He noticed the way you were chewing on your lip, like you were... nervous? He shook his head a little and looked out of the window. There was no way. 

Eventually, the car arrived at the studio. The building was tall and imposing, with a couple of people hanging around outside the entrance, all clearly waiting for your arrival. 

Rooster stepped out of the car first, scanning his surroundings while he held the door open for you. As you stepped out, the group of fans spotted you and started calling your name, cheering and waving. He watched as you walked up to them with a bright smile and started chatting casually, taking pictures and signing whatever they shoved at you. He couldn't help but feel impressed by how kind and gracious you were with them. 

"She's been through a lot, you know." Ben muttered, as he shut the car door and stood beside him. 

Rooster's eyes flicked towards him, "Oh yeah?" he responded, feigning nonchalance as he watched you continue to sign autographs and pose for pictures with the group. 

Ben nodded slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Look, I know you two haven't been getting on, and while it's entertaining for an old man like me, I'll admit," he chuckled a little, "maybe you should try to cut her a little bit of slack." 

Rooster hesitated for a moment as he mulled over Ben's words. "She's been nothing but difficult since the minute I met her. She doesn't want me here, and she isn't hiding it-" 

"I know." Ben cut him off and shrugged a little, "But put yourself in her shoes. When someone's out to get you and everyone wants something from you, would you trust so easily? Or would you keep a guard up?" 

Rooster considered his words for a moment, his annoyance softening just a bit. He hadn't really thought about it from that perspective. He looked over at you, chatting animatedly with the fans, and realised that there might be more to your tough exterior than he initially thought. 

"Maybe you've got a point." he mumbled thoughtfully, "But it doesn't change the fact that she's a pain in my ass most of the time.” 

Ben chuckled lightheartedly, "Seems that way. But underneath all that, there's a good heart. You just gotta break through the layers." He patted his back affectionately, "See ya after the interview, Rooster." He added, as he headed back towards the car. 

Rooster sighed, watching as you finished up with the fans and walked towards the studio entrance. He followed behind you, his mind still trying to come to terms with the new perspective he'd gained from his chat with Ben. 

When you walked inside, the studio was buzzing with activity, but luckily, Iceman was there to greet you straight away, "There you are." he grinned, "Follow me, you two." 

He led you and Rooster through the hallway backstage, until you reached a dressing room. You were quickly ushered inside and sat down in front of a mirror, where your makeup artist started to get to work. 

Rooster leaned against the wall, watching carefully as your face was powdered and you chatted away. He couldn't help but appreciate your natural beauty, and the way your eyes lit up when you laughed at something the makeup artist had said. Behind all of that, he noticed the bags under your eyes and the little yawns every now and then. He knew he was right and that you probably weren’t sleeping well. Even though it was none of his business, he found himself growing concerned. 

"How has it been?" Iceman asked, breaking Rooster out of his thoughts. 

Rooster cleared his throat and glanced at him, "Oh, uh, fine." 

Iceman chuckled and shook his head, "You don't have to lie to me. It wouldn't surprise me if she's been giving you a hard time." 

Rooster turned his eyes back to you, nodding a little, "It hasn't been easy." he murmured. 

There was a moment of silence as they watched you from across the room. "There still haven't been any updates from the police." Iceman muttered, "There's been no new letters either. It's got me on edge."  

"They'll find something soon enough."  

Iceman sighed, "I hope so. I don't even like the thought of her having an album release party, but her dad's been on my back about publicity. I swear that guy couldn't give a damn about her safety if he tried." 

Rooster frowned. He barely knew anything about your father, or any of your family for that matter, but just from Iceman's muttered words, he disliked him immediately. "That's bullshit. Her safety should be priority number one, regardless of what her dad says." 

Iceman huffed, "You try telling him that." he turned to Rooster, "I know she might not be the easiest person to deal with, I’ve worked with her a long time, so I get it.” He paused, looking conflicted, “But she's like a daughter to me. If anything were to happen to her..." he trailed off. 

Rooster could hear the genuine fear and concern in his voice, and it hit a nerve with him. "Nothing is going to happen to her. I won't let it." he said firmly, his resolve unwavering. 

Iceman studied him for a moment, before nodding, "I'm glad you're here." he muttered. 

Rooster nodded back, a silent understanding passing between them. Even though you seemed to despise him, he'd meant what he said. He was there to keep you safe, no matter what it took. 

Before long, your makeup was done, and you were ushered out of the room by a producer. Iceman and Rooster followed behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings as you made your way towards the stage. The muffled chatter of the audience could be heard from just behind the curtain where you stood, anxiously tapping your foot as you waited to be called on by the host. Rooster recognised the guy from one of the shows he’d watch late at night when he couldn't sleep. It was a big deal, he knew that much. 

His eyes drifted down to your foot that was tapping against the floor. He took a step closer to you, standing directly behind you, his voice low and steady, "Nervous?"  

"No." you responded a little too quickly, keeping your eyes fixed straight ahead. 

"You're lying." he quipped, "I can see it all over your face." 

You sighed, "So what if I’m nervous? Go ahead. Make fun."  

You braced yourself for whatever he was about to say, but instead, he surprised you, "You'll be fine." he said calmly, "You're talented, charming, you've done this before. Just focus on the questions and ignore everything else." 

You turned your head to meet his eyes. It was clear to you then; he really didn’t get it at all. "The questions are exactly what I'm afraid of." you muttered. 

Rooster frowned a little, but before he could reply, the host was introducing you and you were walking out onstage to the audience's loud applause. He made his way to the wings with Iceman, his eyes never leaving your figure as you greeted the host and took your seat. 

The interview started out relatively tame, with the host asking about your upcoming album and creative process. You answered each question with charm and confidence, your stage presence naturally shining through. 

But then the questions took a turn, delving into more personal territory, and Rooster could see the tension building in your shoulders. 

"How about we talk about the inspiration behind this album?” The host began, “Rumour has it, it's your most recent breakup." 

You paused for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the question, but you quickly regained your composure and smiled politely, "Well, some of the songs do touch on personal experiences I've gone through recently. Art imitates life, right?"  

It was clear your personal life was fodder for gossip and Rooster watched carefully from the wings as you tried to laugh the question off, noticing the subtle hint of discomfort in your expression. He was surprised by how much it affected him, how he felt the sudden urge to rush out there and help you. 

Meanwhile, you sat in front of the host, feeling a wave of anger start to build inside of you. You’d worked hard on the new album; all the songs were your own just like all the ideas had been. Yet, none of that mattered apparently, not compared to your love life anyway. 

The host nodded, "Sure... but you have seen the rumours going around, right? That you cheated, broke the guy's heart, dumped him out of nowhere... anything to say about it?" 

You took a deep breath, now fully annoyed by the line of questioning, "Let me set the record straight," you said firmly, "Those rumours are just that - rumours. Nothing more. And I'd appreciate it if the media would focus on my music, instead of my personal life." 

As soon as you’d said it you wished you hadn't. Your dad always went on and on about good publicity, about how important it was for the public to not only like you, but have reason to talk about you too. Shutting down a question like that wasn’t something he’d like, you knew he’d have much rather you responded playfully and fuel the rumours even more. 

He’d be calling you once this interview aired, no doubt about it. 

The host nodded, deciding not to push further. Rooster could tell you were tense by the way your grip tightened on the armrests of the chair, but he couldn't help but admire the way you handled yourself, keeping your composure despite the intrusive questions.  

The conversation moved onto other topics and by the time the interview finished, you were more than glad. You were quickly ushered behind the curtains backstage, where Rooster and Iceman stood waiting. 

Iceman smiled proudly as you approached, "You did great out there." 

You immediately groaned and ran a hand through your hair, “No I didn’t. I was too firm; I shouldn’t have shut down his question like that.” 

Rooster frowned in confusion; he’d thought you’d done great. In fact, he admired you for it, so he couldn’t understand why you were so stressed out. 

Iceman sighed, “Don’t worry about that-” 

“I am worried.” you huffed, “If my dad sees that interview when it airs, I won’t hear the end of it, you know what he’s like, Ice.” 

Rooster only felt more confused, but he didn’t say anything, instead he watched you, observed you carefully. 

Iceman stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly, "I know those questions weren't great, but you handled it well. Go home. Try to relax. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" 

You nodded a little as Rooster stepped forward, ready to escort you to the car waiting outside. You both made your way through the busy studio halls, trying to dodge the various crew members and staff. Every now and then, someone would recognise you and try to approach, but a stern look from Rooster kept them at bay. It was like he knew you didn't have the energy to face anyone at that point, and for the first time, you were grateful.

As you neared the exit, you slowed your pace, noticing paparazzi waiting outside, cameras at the ready.

Perfect. 

Rooster’s eyes followed yours and he stopped walking, turning to face you. “There’s gotta be another exit somewhere.” 

You shook your head, “There will be cameras waiting there too.” you sighed tiredly. "I really don't wanna deal with them right now."  

His eyes searched yours as he thought, before he nodded, "You don't have to. Come on." he muttered. 

He stepped in front of you, gently taking your elbow in his hand and guiding you towards the door. The sound of cameras being clicked and questions being shouted filled the air as soon as you stepped outside, but Rooster kept you shielded from it all, his body positioned between you and the crowd.  

Despite the chaos, he stayed focused and managed to guide you into the waiting car. He could see how overwhelmed and frustrated you were, and found himself wishing he could scoop you up and get you out of there completely. 

Ben quickly drove away as soon as you and Rooster slid into the back seat. You let out a sigh of relief, the tension in your shoulders slacking. It was never usually that simple with paparazzi, but having Rooster made it so much easier. You wanted to thank him for it, but you faltered, unsure of how to start.  

Rooster watched you lean back in your seat, trying to collect yourself after the interview and chaotic paparazzi encounter. "You okay?" he asked softly, breaking the silence. His voice was surprisingly gentle, and the concern in his eyes looked genuine. 

You swallowed hard and nodded a little, "I'm fine." 

Rooster didn't say anything, he just studied your expression for a moment, clearly not satisfied with your answer. He was used to your stubbornness and tenacity, but right now, all he could see was the exhaustion and stress etched on your features. 

"When was the last time you properly slept through the night?" he asked bluntly, his gaze fixed on your face. 

You turned in your seat to face him, "What?" you frowned. 

"You heard me." he replied, his eyes serious and his expression unyielding, "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" 

You shifted in your seat a little under his stare, fidgeting and looking down at your hands in your lap. You didn’t like how easily he could see through you, you were used to fake smiles and false enthusiasm, while you dealt with all the bad stuff in private. His concern also had you on edge, since you were so used to bickering with him. You were actually starting to enjoy bickering with him, no one had ever challenged you like he did before, but this was something completely different.  

You stayed silent for a moment, until eventually, you admitted, "Before the break-in." 

Rooster's gaze softened a little at your reply, his concern for you growing even deeper, "That was over two weeks ago. You haven't slept properly in over two weeks?" 

You shook your head a little and kept your eyes focused on your fidgeting hands. He let out a soft sigh, suddenly understanding why you must have been so on edge lately, why you'd been fighting with him constantly. You were tired and stressed, probably scared too, and he felt a sudden surge of protectiveness towards you. 

"You can't keep going on like this." he murmured, his voice a gentle command, "You need to take care of yourself, or you'll burn out completely." 

You finally looked up to meet his eyes, "I'm fine." you repeated, although it lacked any real conviction. Something about how gentle he was being made you feel way too vulnerable. It was unsettling and yet you were starting to like it. 

Rooster let out a little huff, not buying it, "No, you're not fine. You're running on empty, and it's showing." he leaned a little closer, his gaze intense, "You're not invincible, no matter how hard you like to pretend otherwise." 

You searched his eyes for a moment, his words hitting you harder than you'd expected. He held your stare with a stubbornness in his eyes, a refusal to back down.  

"You don't have to be strong all the time." he continued quietly, "It's okay to take a step back. You don't have to carry the world on your shoulders, you know." 

"You don't understand." you muttered. 

Rooster sighed, "Then make me understand. Because right now, it looks like you're going to run yourself into the ground unless someone does something about it." 

You shook your head a little and turned back to face straight ahead, "I just wanna get home." you replied quietly. 

Rooster studied you for a moment longer before he let out a resigned sigh, "Fine." he muttered, mirroring you and turning to face straight ahead too. 

There was a little bit of silence, before you muttered, “Thank you... for helping me out there with the paparazzi.” You couldn’t even look at him as you said it, since it felt so out of character. 

He looked at you, noting the way you avoided his gaze, “Anytime.” he murmured. 

The car remained silent after that, even Ben's humming was non-existent. 

-- 

The house was quiet and still as you and Rooster entered, and the soft click of the door closing behind you echoed through the foyer. He scanned the surroundings out of habit, checking for any signs of danger or intrusion like usual, before his eyes landed on you. 

You walked further into the foyer, keeping your back to him, until you stopped. "Are you hungry?" You blurted out. After everything that day, you figured if you were going to try to be friendly, now was a good a time as any. 

Rooster was taken aback by the sudden question. He hadn't been thinking about food, his mind too preoccupied on his job and you. He hesitated for a moment before he replied, "Uh, yeah. I guess I could eat something." 

You slowly turned to face him and ran a hand through your hair as you let out a long sigh. "I could really eat a burger."  

He couldn't help but smile a little at that. "A burger sounds good."

--

A little while later, once the food had arrived, you and Rooster sat on the couch, balancing burgers on your laps as you dug in. It was a rare moment of normalcy in the chaos that had been your life lately, and Rooster could tell you were more relaxed than you had been earlier. 

There was a comfortable silence between you both as you ate, a random movie playing on the TV in front of you. It was the longest you’d gone so far without arguing, mainly because you were too tired but also because you suddenly didn’t feel the need. It was weird. 

"My trainer would kill me if he knew I was eating this." you mumbled as you took another bite of your burger. 

Rooster chuckled, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "Good thing your trainer isn't here then, huh?" he took another bite of his own burger, "I won't tell if you don't." 

"Deal." You smiled a little to yourself and Rooster's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. 

There was a different atmosphere between the two of you now - more relaxed, less strained. Maybe it was the food, or maybe it was just the fact that you’d both let your guard down for a moment. Either way, it was a nice change from the constant tension that had permeated your interactions since you'd met. 

“So,” Rooster took a bite of his burger before asking, “When’s this new album of yours being released?” 

“Next month.” You replied as you ate. You paused, not used to chatting to him like this, “I’m really proud of it. I just wish... I don’t know.” 

“You want people to care about the music, not who you’re dating.” he finished for you. He watched as you nodded, and realised how hard it must be for your personal life to be everyone’s business. He hesitated and put his burger down, “I think I misjudged how easy your life would be.” 

You frowned and looked up at him, “What do you mean?” 

He shrugged, his eyes never leaving you, “I haven’t been fair. I guess I figured you didn’t have any real problems, aside from the obvious.” he paused as the stalker came to mind, but quickly continued, “I just... I’m trying to say that-” 

“Don’t apologise.” you cut him off, “If anyone should be apologising it’s me. I’ve been terrible to you.” you sighed, “I didn’t want a bodyguard, I wanted to handle the situation by myself but... having you around isn’t actually that bad.” you hesitantly admitted. 

Rooster smiled a little, watching as you shifted on the couch and avoided his eyes, “Not that bad, huh? Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.”  

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but also a tone of affection, since it was so rare for you to openly compliment him. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile.

He continued, “How about neither of us apologise and we call a truce instead?”  

You pretended to think about it for a second, but eventually nodded. “I would be happy with that.” 

He grinned and playfully held out his hand, which you shook firmly. His hand lingered on yours a little too long, his gaze locked on you. There was an immediate connection there, a spark of something more than just a simple handshake. He wondered briefly if you felt it too, then quickly pulled his hand away and turned his gaze back to the TV. 

He thought about what Ben had said outside the TV studio and glanced at you again. You looked tired and small, snuggled into the side of the couch, and he felt a tug in his chest, like he’d do anything to make sure you slept through the night.  

Once the food was done, you found yourselves still sat on the couch, the remnants of the meal sitting on the coffee table in front of you. The movie played softly in the background and the comfortable silence between you was more soothing than you'd like to admit. 

You ended up slouching lower, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you as your eyes grew heavier. When the movie ended, Rooster looked over at where you were curled into the edge of the couch. You were fast asleep, your face relaxed and free of the usual tension that seemed to linger there. 

He felt a pang of affection in his chest, seeing you like that, like all of the fight had left, leaving behind nothing but pure exhaustion, the guard you usually kept up completely gone. 

You felt a similar pang of affection the next morning, when you woke up in the same position, a thick blanket now covering you, after the best night's sleep you'd had in weeks. 

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A/N: friends? maybe

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💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Jing Yuan, Sampo, Veritas Ratio, & Aventurine x female reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with female Nameless! reader who is secretly a phantom thief. stealing treasures around the galaxy that belonged to her deceased parents

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝒪𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉

💫𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒳𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈"

It took you a while to slyly squirm between the vast amounts of people that are around the general’s office. Going into a place like that isn’t going to be helped just by looking at the schematics of the office willy-nilly

Charming people into being your ally with a couple of persuasion tactics is quite an easy feat for you. But the one you need to keep your eyes on is your dearest general who apparently shows up at every corner you take.

Every man has desires, right? Like not wanting to do work or being quite slothful when it comes to his work—you’ve seen him out and about, running around in places he shouldn’t be in. The night is no excuse. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the esteemed Arbiter-General,I hope this note finds you well. It is with great delight that I announce my next challenge—tonight, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, I shall claim what is rightfully mine. A certain treasured weapon in your collection calls to me, and I intend to take it.

I invite you to my stage; try and stop me.—Your Phantom Thief

A dancer needs a stage.

Tonight, his office will be your stage to dance on.

The moonlight filters through the windows, casting silver streaks across the polished floors. The weapon—the prize of the evening—rests upon its mantle, the marks on the blade almost glowing in the dark—with your name on the steel (not literally), but begging you to steal from its mantle.

That weapon was dear to you, And now, it was reduced to nothing more than decor in the office of the Arbiter-General.

How insulting.

You move silently, a phantom gliding through the dark, each step perfectly placed. The window behind you remains open, the cool breeze dripping from the window, which also will act as your escape. 

Your fingers hover just above the weapon’s hilt. Close—to close—

Then, a voice, low and amused:

“Tell me, thief, coming in here at this time of night, you went with your word, I'm quite flustered.”

A sharp jolt of adrenaline spikes through your veins. You turn your head, gaze settling on the figure near the entrance. Not that you’re too shocked—or even at all, just caught slightly off guard (since you didn't sense him in the slightest), but that's fine 

Jing Yuan leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, golden eyes sharp beneath half-lidded eyes—you can’t fooled by this laid-back attitude.

You let out a soft hum, fingers brushing the weapon’s hilt. “Flustered, General? I didn’t take you for the shy type.”

He chuckles, stepping forward. “Bold words for someone caught red-handed.”

You twirl the weapon in your grip, testing the weight. “Caught? Don’t forget I invited you to see my presence.”

Jing Yuan tilts his head, amusement flickering across his features. "Ah, so this is a performance, then? How gracious of you to send an invitation."

You twirl the weapon once more before resting it against your shoulder, light on your feet as you take a step back. "A dancer needs an audience, don't you think?"

The Arbiter-General chuckles, unhurried as he closes the distance between you. "And yet, you expect to leave before the final act?"

"Of course," you say smoothly, taking another step toward the open window. "A proper phantom never lingers for an encore."

Jing Yuan exhales a mock sigh, placing a hand over his chest. "How cruel. And here I was, hoping to ask my esteemed guest for a dance."

You smirk behind your mask. "Then keep up, General."

With a flick of your wrist, a small, metallic sphere drops to the floor between you.

The second it makes contact, a burst of thick, shimmering smoke explodes outward, swallowing the room in a dense haze.

You feel the shift in the air before you see him, his hand reaching for you through the smoke. A mere second’s delay, but it’s enough for him to grasp the edge of your cloak just as you leap onto the windowsill.

For a moment, you’re tethered to him.

A single thread in the grand performance.

Then, with a sharp twist, the fabric tears, and you slip free right through the window

You’ve got a chokehold on his heart. He loves the mysterious personality, makes his heartbeat with how swiftly he moved and caught off guard—even slipping through his guards. 

Only a few days or so before the realization hits. It’s odd, right, the second the Astral Express made its appearance, the weapon went missing just like that. Makes the gears in his turn to you—a gut feeling you could say, like a little slip up from your part made the puzzle pieces match up. That ripped piece of cloak remained in his hands till he got his hand on you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The torn piece of your cloak never left his possession.

Jing Yuan kept it between his fingers, idly twirling it as he mulled over the events of that night. The way you moved—put him in utter awe, he was so sure that he got but you slipped from his grasp just like that (if that isn’t something then what is).

Jing Yuan wasn’t one to rush things—no, a hunter doesn’t startle his prey before the trap is set. Instead, he watched. Observed. Let you think you had slipped away completely unnoticed.

One second, you were standing there, and the next—a firm yet effortless tug had you pinned against the nearest wall, a warmth pressing against your back. His voice traced with amusement, ghosted over your ear.

"Ah," Jing Yuan mused as if greeting an old friend. "What a troublesome little phantom you are."

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t struggle. No, that would be too obvious. Instead, you tilted your head slightly, faking innocence. "General, this is quite the way to welcome someone. Should I be flattered?"

His grip didn’t tighten, but he didn’t let go either. "Flattered? I’d say caught is the better word."

You felt it then—something brushing against your shoulder before it was raised before your eyes. That small, torn piece of your cloak, held between his fingers like a prized relic.

Your lips curled into a smirk behind your mask of feigned composure. "I’d say you're quite sentimental, keeping that."

Jing Yuan chuckled, and that was the dangerous part—the way he wasn’t angry, wasn’t accusing. Just entertained. Thoroughly entertained.

"Keeping it?" He hummed, lowering his lips just near your ear. "No, no. I was simply holding onto it until I could return it to its rightful owner."

"How generous of you," you mused, your voice steady despite the weight of his presence. "But I must admit, General, I don’t recall asking for it back."

Jing Yuan exhaled a soft chuckle, his grip still firm, keeping you in place as though he were indulging in a moment he had long anticipated. "Mm, true," he conceded. "But you did leave in quite a hurry. I thought it only fair to return what was left behind."

You can't but a scoff leave your lips as you look to the side—this wasn’t what he expected"And here I thought you’d be more interested in the weapon I took rather than a scrap of fabric."

"Who’s to say I can’t be interested in both?"

💫𝒮𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜 𝒦𝑜𝓈𝓀𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒯𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃"’

How funny, He wasn't doing anything shady,  he's not that type of guy y’know,  sure, it was odd that you both were at the exact same museum at the exact same time of the night, BUT! He was just checking the place out and not doing anything bad per se. 

Maybe his butter fingers were looking for a certain painting to take from the museum for quite a high-paying client of his, only to run in out of nowhere with your cool moves and leave him there to deal with the guards and be thrown into jail.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the Curators of the Everwinter City Museum,

The painting in your possession was never yours to keep. Tonight, I’ll be taking it back.

Do what you will—I’ll see you at midnight.

—Your Phantom Thief <3

That painting was nearly yours.

Just against the wall of the museum with a small tether around the painting to keep guess from getting too close to the piece of art with some reinforced glass to protect the piece. It belonged to you and only you.

A few more seconds, and it would be back where it belonged.

But before she could make her final move, a slow, amused clap echoed through the dimly lit room.

“Well, well. Here I was, thinking I’d have to go through a whole song and dance to get my hands on that.” 

you sized him up. “And you are?”

Sampo pressed a hand to his chest, faking offence. “C’mon now, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of me! Sampo Koski—businessman, entrepreneur, and, in this case, the rightful owner of that painting.”

Of course, you knew him.

You raised an eyebrow beneath your mask. “Rightful?”

“Well, rightful once I deliver it to a very generous client,” he admitted with a grin. “And let me tell you, they are paying a lot for it. So, how about we make this easy? You walk away, I take the painting, and no one has to get in trouble.”

Then, in one swift motion, he lunged—not at you, but at the painting.

Clever. He was trying to force you into a choice: either fight him for it or lose it entirely.

you twisted away, evading his grasp, and the chase began.

You led him through the showroom, past display cases and velvet ropes, weaving through the maze of priceless artifacts. Sampo was grinning the whole time, his own amusement growing as he tried to cut her off at every turn.

Then, just as he thought he had you trapped—

A sudden blare of alarms filled the room.

Sampo barely had time to register the sound before the security doors slammed shut behind him.

He blinked. Then looked at you, who was perched on the railing of an upper-floor balcony, painting secured under your arm.

"I’d stay and chat, but you look like you’ve got company.”

Sampo turned just in time to see guards storm into the room.

"Hey—!" He raised his hands, backing up. "Now, fellas, I know how this looks—”

Just like how he got out of that jail cell by being a slimy worm, he can do the same by finding you out—why? You stole his thunder, put him in jail, basically made him lose big bucks on this simple deal; live in his head rent and that is no can do for dear ol’ Sampo. A week or so to find your pretty face.

Just for him to find that you are his dear old friend the Astral Express, how about you two make a deal?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

At first, it's just a tiny,  grudge. That thief got him thrown in prison.

One moment, he was trying to secure a high-paying deal, and the next, he was on the floor, guards dragging him away, all because some masked woman thought she was clever. He spent weeks in a cold, miserable cell, spinning lie after lie just to escape.

And worst of all, he lost one of the biggest clients he had.

They say, in business, there are wins and losses but this was too big of a loss for him to let go.

And maybe he was into your mysteriousness, it put him to shame. You were the only thing he could think about while he spent the days in prison.

Sliding into the seat across from her, he gave her his best charming-but-wounded grin. “You know, most people would send a little care package. Maybe a ‘Sorry for letting you rot in jail’ card.”

you didn’t even look up. “I’m not most people.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “Clearly.”

There was a pause. Then you finally looked at him, unimpressed. “How’d you figure it out?”

Sampo leaned back, grin widening. “Oh, I put the pieces together while starin’ at those lovely cell walls. Y’see, I had a lotta time to think, thanks to someone.”

Sampo’s grin didn’t waver, but there was an edge to it now, something sharper beneath the usual easy charm.

“At first, I thought about holding a grudge,” he said, tapping his fingers against the table in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Because, y’know, getting locked up in a frozen cell for weeks? Not exactly my idea of a vacation.”

You didn’t react. Just watched him, silent, patient. It was infuriating how unreadable you were.

Sampo leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “But then I got to thinking… You didn’t just steal a painting. You stole my deal. You stole my time. And the worst part?” His smirk twitched, a little too forced. 

“I spent all those days in prison thinking about you,”

You can’t help but scoff at his words—but he seemed serious on his part.

“Perhaps we take some time and understand each other differences.” 

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

He felt things were off, small sensors were never seen on the cameras before, or The same sensors somehow were on the door, he’s doubtful for any reason Herta’s space station would have something like that, but the other folks there told him otherwise. 

Until that letter made its appearance that confirmed his suspicions.  

Yet when he went to check on the artifacts later on, he found you and your grubby little fingers all over the precious release—your dirty hands ready to steal knowledge away, which is something he can not allow. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To the Brilliant Minds of Herta Space Station,

Your relic has waited long enough—it’s time it came home. Tonight, I’ll be taking it. Feel free to make it interesting.

See you soon.

—Your Phantom Thief 

"Late, are we?" he mused to you. "Disappointing."

Your grubby little hands so close to touching the artifacts, before getting stopped by a voice—not that it scared you, but you thought you got rid of all the rats in the space station from getting in the way.

You sighed, straightening up but not turning around just yet. "And here I thought the esteemed Dr. Ratio would be a bit more subtle," you said, rolling your wrist as if the whole thing bored you. "Do you always greet your guests with such little faith?"

“You? Insinuating someone as yourself as a guest, don’t be so delusional.”

You finally turned to face him, your mask concealing the small smirk tugging at your lips. "Ouch. And here I was hoping for a warmer welcome."

Dr. Ratio didn’t bite at your words, he knows better than to do so. Funny, he was wearing that hideous bust.

"You know," you continued, eyes glancing over his figure, "if you spent less time making yourself look... distinguished and more on actually stopping me, you might have had a chance."

Dr. Ratio raised a brow, his gaze flicking over to the relic, then back to you. "Such confidence for someone who’s standing in front of me," he replied dryly, his voice laced with a challenge. "I hope you realize, delusional or not, I'm not letting you take it."

You can’t help but grin at those words

“You know what, I have to thank you, for giving him another idea for the next thing to swipe.”

Dr. Ratio exhaled sharply, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Oh? And what exactly would that be?"

You took a step closer, tilting your head slightly as if considering your answer. Then, with a flick of your wrist, you tossed a small device toward the relic’s display case. A sharp click echoed as the lights dimmed just a fraction—a misdirection, a sleight of hand. His attention barely wavered, but that was all the time you needed.

By the time the lights steadied, the relic was gone.

But something else was missing.

Dr. Ratio's eyes narrowed. His hand twitched toward his collar as if adjusting his posture—but no, his bust.

It was gone.

You twirled it between your fingers as you stepped back into the shadows, the absurd gold-rimmed likeness catching the dim light. "Distinguished indeed," you mused, barely containing your laughter. "Not my usual bonus prize, but I couldn't resist."

You gave him a playful salute, the bust and artifact still in hand. “I’ll be sure to put it somewhere special.”

And with that, you vanished, leaving only a faint trace of laughter in your wake.

He's quite furious in the moment, You had stolen his bust—that phenomenal face-sculpted mask that he always wears, your fingers were able to get the better of him and steal something that was literally on his head. Ridiculous.

If you truly believe you’ll get away with this then you’re sorely mistaken. He’ll have you figured out in mere hours, he’s a man of knowledge after all. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It doesn’t take him long.

For all your skill, wit, and misdirection, you made one crucial mistake: you underestimated him. Dr. Ratio has always prided himself on his intellect, and this time is no different. The way you moved, the subtle way you carried yourself, the moments where you seemed just a little too familiar with high-security systems—it was enough for him to start watching you. And when he watches, he finds answers.

So when he finally confirms it, he doesn’t waste time with pointless theatrics. No grand confrontation, no drawn-out accusations—just a simple, inevitable checkmate.

You took his bust and an artifact, he won’t let this go

You return to the back to the herta’s space station, so shamelessly, only to find Dr. Ratio waiting for you, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The moment you step past him, his voice cuts through the air.

“I must say, you really had me fooled. Or at least, you tried.”

You freeze.

Slowly, you turn to meet Dr. Ratio’s golden eye, glowing with sharp amusement. He stands in your path, posture relaxed yet deliberate, like a predator that has already snared its prey.

“A phantom thief, masquerading as a Nameless. How utterly predictable of you.” His tone is as smooth as ever, but there’s something razor-sharp beneath it.

Your mind races through possible explanations, quick lies, anything that could throw him off—but one glance at him tells you it’s already too late. He knows. He’s known for a while.

Still, you refuse to make it easy for him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Your voice is steady, casual even, as you fold your arms and raise a brow. “But if you’re looking for a compliment on your detective work, I’d say you need to try harder. I’ve been nothing but an upstanding citizen.”

Dr. Ratio chuckles, low and amused. “Oh? Upstanding citizens don’t typically steal priceless artifacts—let alone my bust.”

you blink. Then, without missing a beat, you grin.

"Your bust? Oh, please. I prefer to think of it as a… relocation. It looks much better in my collection."

Dr. Ratio exhales through his nose, shaking his head as if you’re the most amusing thing he’s come across in ages. “A thief with an ego. How original.” He steps closer, his golden eye gleaming with something between intrigue and satisfaction. “Though I must admit, it takes a special kind of arrogance to waltz back in here so shamelessly. Were you testing me?”

You shrug. “Would it be so bad if I was?”

His smirk deepens. "Not at all. In fact, I quite enjoy being tested—especially when the outcome is so predictable."

“Then if I'm so predictable, steal it back from me, Doctor.”

Somehow he likes those words.

💫𝒜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑒 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝐼𝒫𝒞 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝐼𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉"

He’s a man with many treasures and money with many wanting to nab some of his riches away with him. None have truly done so always getting caught by him. Pity, it is fun watching their little “heists” and soon fail almost Immediately.  

Only when you leave him speechless in your appearance, holding the pretty neckless—which first caught his eye when he saw it— in between your fingers with a smile on your face. He feels his heart racing at a challenge. Just disappearing without even bothering or threatening him

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

To Aventurine, one of the ten stone hearts,

A precious thing should be where it belongs. You understand that better than anyone, don’t you?

I’ll be reclaiming the pendant soon. Consider this a courtesy—an opportunity to turn the odds in your favor, if you think you can.

Midnight. Try and stop me.

—The Phantom Thief

Usually, heists when it comes to his collections, never work out, they always get caught. When he saw your letter he didn’t take seriously, since ‘that's what they all say’ 

Until he saw you.

Standing in his private vault, completely at ease. No fear, no panic—just a quiet confidence as you held the pendant between your fingers. The same pendant that had once caught his eye, gleaming under the dim lights of the few lamps turned on, in his home.

For the first time, Aventurine was left speechless. Not because of the theft itself, but because you knew he wouldn’t stop you. And strangely enough, he didn’t.

“You don’t mind I take this back, you already have many pieces of jewelry, one missing won’t do you harm.”

Blowing him a gentle kiss before slipping away from his gaze into the night, just as the guards arrive.

Far late. 

You utterly stole his heart. He felt his thoughts completely overran by that night. Perhaps regretting not saying anything in that moment, if he did maybe your ‘conversation’ could’ve led on for more than the short words that were exchanged.

It takes him a while but he wants to meet you again. Even if you would take all of his jewels this time.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Since that night, his thoughts had been filled with one person.

You.

The recollection of your victorious smirk, the glint in your eyes as you stood there, so confident in his home, haunted him. He had let you go, and now, your absence was more than he would ever acknowledge. Maybe if he had been more vocal, drawn out the conversation a little bit longer, things would have turned out differently. But he had hesitated. And you had vanished.

And Aventurine didn't like being left in the dark.

It was time, but he pieced it together. The rumors, the trends, the thefts across different worlds—it all pointed to one person. You. And as it would later turn out, you were closer than he expected.

The realization hit him like a good hand. You weren't just a fleeting mystery; you were someone he had already encountered more than once.

You were a Nameless.

The revelation didn't anger him. Instead, it thrilled him. You'd been in his face the entire time, double-dealing in two identities so seamlessly. The friendly Astral Express member by day, the dark phantom burglar by night.

So, now what?

Aventurine wasn't the type to be blabbing secrets in your face. No, he had something far more delectable in mind. He wanted to see how long you'd think you could keep up the charade, how long you could stand there and hold his gaze without realizing he already knew everything.

And above all else, he wanted to see you again—on your terms, this time.

So he did something for you.

A plain card, inserted in your belongings while you weren't paying attention. No threat, no accusation—just a letter scribbled in neat, purposeful writing.

"It took me long enough, but I found you. Do you find me now?"

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[rafesbbdoll]

part 2 of soft spots ?

soft spot . rafe cameron

warnings . soft!rafe, cursing, NOT PROOFREAD

wc . 939

part one. part two.

it had been a few weeks since the beach incident with the kooks. the pogues have kept their distance from them, staying at poguelandia and in the cut. during late nights, however, y/n would sneak off to hang out with rafe.

it's wasn't like they were a secret of course. but, the other pogues and kooks would not approve of the two. rafe and y/n had a connection after that night with the turtles. y/n saw a softer side of rafe that she didn't even know existed, let alone that could come out of rafe. they would go to the beach, go on drives, stay at his house. you could say they're friends.

today was the hearing at the town hall for the house all the pogues owned. you were following behind kiara, all of you making your way to take your seats. "this is bullshit," you whispered to her. kiara nodded, shaking her head in disbelief. "literally. we had a whole auction for it and now they want to take it away," she replied, rolling her eyes as the mayor began.

everyone who lived on the cut was heated as everyone heard the following procedures for the house. out of the corner of your eye, you saw rafe on the side with the kooks. turning your head fully, you made eye contact him, silently saying "what the fuck". rafe shook his telling, almost signaling for you not to worry about it. focusing your attention back, you looked over to find jj missing. "guys? where's jj?"

just then you heard a loud crash of glass from behind you, making everyone turn their heads. jj had smashed a window with a chair, sending everyone into a frenzy. soon then, everyone rushed out of the building, cops left and right, people runnning and screaming. you stuck beside the pogues, all shouting about jj's whereabouts. "i think i know where he went," john b said, motioning his hand to the twinkie.

just as you were about to follow them, you felt a hand on your shoulder pulling you back, turning to find that it was rafe. "what the hell!" you yelled. "i have to go with them! jj is missing!"

"i will drive you, okay. it's bad enough that he's running wild. shoupe is probably gonna look at y'all next," he replied, his handing moving to your lower back, gesturing you to his truck. "if this is a bullshit tactic, rafe, i'll kill you," you said as you got into the passenger seat.

it was now later in the evening. rafe was driving all around town with you, attempting to find jj. "here," you said motioning to the plaza. getting out of the truck, you found glass all over the street, a car on fire, and a sparking power line. rafe kept you close to him so you wouldn't get hurt. you got out your phone, texting sarah where jj might've been and sending your location.

a few minutes later, the pogues showed up, looking at all the damage jj must've caused. cleo and kiara were the first to notice you and rafe. "y/n!", they both shouted. turning back, you immediately waved them over. "look at what he did!", you said, motioning to the damage. everyone looked around, kiara shaking her head. "where are you, jayj?"

just then, the riot made its way to the plaza, throwing smoke bombs, fireworks, and more. "we have to find him before they do," john b said. everyone nodded before running into the direction of the forest. you turned to rafe, looking up at him before speaking. "i'm going to go with them. just text or call me if you see him."

rafe rolled his eyes before nodding. "i'm only doing this because i like you." you smiled lightly, "thanks, rafe."

a few hours have passed. the pogues found jj, now at a campfire away from the island. you and the girls were having small talk until sarah turned to you. "y/n? what were you doing with rafe earlier?"

you turned to face her, catching the attention of kiara and cleo. "well... about that... rafe and i are friends," you said, biting the inside of your cheek. the guys heard "rafe" and "friends" and instantly turned to you. "what?!"

"remember that day on the beach? with the turtles?", you asked. they all shook their heads, john b speaking up, "you didn't come with us back home." you nodded. "i had an injured turtle in my hand and rafe helped me. he took me to the vet and we got it fixed up and freed it ."

sarah giggled, "rafe? no way. he used to shoot birds with his bb guns when we were kids." you shrugged. "i don't know but he did help me. and..... we been kinda hanging out." jj and john b's eyes both widened. "hanging out?? what do you mean? you don't just hang out with rafe," jj exclaimed.

you rolled your eyes, lightly hitting his arm. "well are y'all dating or something?", cleo asked. you shook your head. "no. but, he did admit that he liked me earlier," you replied, looking away. "what?!", everyone screamed in unison.

you shrugged. "i don't know! maybe it was the heat of the moment," you replied. they all shook their heads. "no way. don't do that 'heat of the moment' bullshit," jj said. just then, you phone dinged with a text message, making the girls squeal. you rolled your eyes in response. "it probably isn't even rafe," you replied picking your phone up. but to your surprise, it was.

rafe 🏄: come over to my place?

part 3?

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! I wanted to request for a fluffy Hobie x reader <3 One where the reader is someone he became friends with through the Spider Society, so the two have yet to properly get to know each other, but reader has a terribly hidden crush for him. But the main thing is that, out of everyone in their friend group, the pair are huggers so they naturally gravitate to one another for hugs or to just be close. - 💜💛

Hello!! I hope you love it!! And thank you for reading my work! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except hobie is mentioned taller), spider person! Reader, spider trio cameo, established relationship, lovestruck! Hobie, fluff!

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The portal opens right in the middle of spider society. Its warbling orange glow glimmers against the white floors as the whole squad exits the portal.

You immediately bolt towards the team, eyes looking for the familiar pair of boots to step out of it.

“Hey!” Gwen smiles, taking off her mask as she tiredly hugs you. You pat her back, and she looks at you suspiciously. “I have a feeling the welcome committee isn't just for me.”

You wince, giving her an awkward smile. “What— no way, Gwen. I'm here for you!”

“Hobie's right behind us, Y/N.” Pav says tiredly, arms stretching as your face brightens up from the mention of the punk spider.

Gwen scrunches her nose, scoffing as she lets you go. “Really? You don't even hide it well.”

You try to save face. “I'm here for…all of you.” You bounce on the balls of your feet as you hear footsteps exit out. Your smile flickers away for a second when Miles appears from the portal, rubbing along his aching wrist.

Miles notices along with Gwen and Pavitr. “‘I’m glad you're safe, Miles!’” He mocks your voice. “Really, you don't even hide it anymore.”

“That's what I said!” Gwen agrees, huffing with her hands placed on her hips.

The familiar thump of the pair of boots has you turning towards the source, arms gravitating to the pair of arms ready to receive you.

“It's just hurtful, y’know— oh come on!”

The trio turns to you and Hobie, embracing like you haven't seen each other in years. When in fact that you literally saw him before he went on the mission, and was hugging you just like this.

His chin is propped atop your head, arms squeezing you and slightly lifting you up on your feet while you hide in the crook of his neck. He smells of post battle adrenaline and coconut from his (Pav’s) oil.

“How's my favourite spider?” Hobie says, eyes darting towards the three, who are brooding in place. He clearly did that on purpose, where's the lie though when he's wrapped around your finger.

“Good,” you say against his skin, lips barely brushing along his neck, and barely appropriate for ‘just friends.’ “I broke my record at the training grounds.” Leaning away to his disappointment, your smile has his slight frown fade away. “The tip you gave me worked really well!”

“Augh, get a room already.” Miles says in disgust while Gwen acts like she's gonna barf.

“I think it's sweet!” Pav exclaims while you and Hobie are stuck in your little bubble of affection.

Gwen and Miles stare Pav down.

“Really? It disrupts the friend group.” Gwen argues.

Miles loops his arm over Gwen's shoulder, nodding along. “I agree!”

Pav gives them a look. “Hypocrites!”

They continue to argue in the background while Hobie's arms are still around you. The continuous hugs remind you of those stuffed animals with the long arms and velcro on them so they'd stick to your clothes and hug you the entire time. Hobie's hugs feel the same, soft and comforting. Without the prick of velcro of course.

“D’you think they'll stop arguing?” You ask, head lifting up to gaze into his warm eyes.

Hobie beams at you, hand placed in the back of your head while his nose nudges your temple. “Maybe once we tell ‘em that we're datin'”

“Date, we went on one date.” You correct him, but your bashful grin and clammy hands that are still holding on to him says that there will be more in the future.

“It would be plural if someone confessed a lot sooner.” A smirk plays on his lips as you smack his chest playfully, palm hitting hard muscle underneath his suit. You suddenly feel incredibly warm. “They're right, you didn't hide it very well.”

“Y–You know why!”

“No, I don't.” His lopsided smirk says otherwise. He's playing with you, and you're loving every minute of it. “Can you tell me again, just like last night?”

[newkatzkafe2023]

Cartoon eh???

Hehehehehe I wanna see Wukong's meeting a SpongeBob Y/N

I'm insane :')

IM READY!!!!!-SpongeBob Squarepants

(Lmk Wukong) You both would have the most childlike and wholesome relationship, to where everyone is jealous. You both are just big kids together getting into all kinds of shenanigans and giggling fits, you are just Wukong's ball of sunshine and being so cheerful to have around him. However Wukong would grow paranoid because of your less flattering traits to your personality, for example your cluelessness and Naivety that could potentially effect your judgment. Then you being accident prone also doesn't help especially when you ran with a sleep mask on and trip over a old chest, then finally your horrendous driving skills as you drive like a maniac and Wukong would literally see his immortal life flash before his eyes. Though dispite the cons of your relationship Wukong fell in love with you anyway, cause you remained him that with the dark their's the light.

(NR Wukong) He had met you a while ago at your job giving him a krabby patty and didn't mind flirting with a hot freckles lady, and you can be Chaotic and hyperactive as him as well. It's always fun with you and he never knows exactly what your gonna do next and it never gets old with him. Though here's the unfortunate part................OH MY GOD!!!! HE WOULD ALSO THINK YOUR TRYING TO KILL HIM WITH YOUR DRIVING!!!!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!!😵😱😰😨☠️ Wukong bike was being fixed by Li so the poor old bastard had to ask you to drive him places, that was the biggest mistake of his immortal life. The second he got in your car his life had flashed before his eyes, I mean you always got to where you need to go but now his fur is white and years of his life was shaved off.

(HIB Wukong) Great an extra child just great, but you would always tell him your just a kid at heart. Wukong would feel his eye twitching because of your everyday antics, especially when you seem to be as clueless and Naive as his son Luier is. However what made him gravitate towards you was how loyal and caring you are, not to mention selfless as you make sacrifices for him and his kids. you would get extremely scared for Wukong and the children, and how you would jump into action with your karate skills defend Luier and Silly Girl. Wukong also blushes and loves hearing you laugh as you teach the children to catch jellyfish, making sure they are safe and loved by you overall your an inqured taste but not a bad one.

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh noooooooo if your SpongeBob then he's your sqiudward, due to how jaded and grumpy personality. Even though you would drive him and everybody around you to the brink of madness, he feels that with you, life isn't so terrible. You know things can be bad, but you never let it get to you and would even try to share your sunshine side view with him at least to make him feel better. Wukong would be baffled by your behavior and personality because you seem to be the type to be positive about everything, and kind no matter who mistreats you not to mention accident prone. This made Wukong very protective of you as you even easier to trick than even the monk With that, but you remained loyal, kind, and respectful to you dear monkey king. Wukong appreciates you for everything you do for him even though he would never admit it.

(Netflix Wukong) To be honest with you, he didn't want you at all at first, but you quickly became something he needed. You were very annoying to him, and Wukong felt your stupidity can make everything worse for him. It's even more embarrassing and irritating when you don't seem to understand him. You would give him whatever support he needs joining him in fights which is when he learned you know something called karate apparently, the finally straw was when he went over his head and you had pulled him away from danger. Boi did Wukong spend hours lashing out and yelling at you as you stood and took it with a worried expression as hugged him. That's when he realized that he eyes were red and he was actually crying, you sticked with him even though he tried to push you away and get rid of you. You offered nothing but kindness and unconditional love, and care and he finally realized he loves you as much as well.

(BMW Wukong) Oh man he would be a god awful influence on you, especially to someone young, impressionable and basically innocent like you. Being with Wukong would tend to get you into alot of trouble, and with that you would try to be his moral compass, because your naive traits Wukong gets away with alot. However he didn't like being told what to do, but over time he didn't disappointing you either as you would give him sad eyes everytime. Wukong is extremely protective of you since your clueless and Naive to people trying to trick you, and with that quick to defend you from the threats and danger. Wukong loves you sure you were goofy as all hell, but he didn't mind having you being his moron.

(Destined one) You are the most selfless and loyal person the Destined one's ever met, and your determination to help him in his endeavors no matter what. You are relatively smart helping thr destined one make battle plans and making sure to make him lunches and dinner to help him in his journey. However being at the same time clueless the Destined one had to pull you out of danger a good few times, since your clueless at times and reckless considering not seeing the danger at times. Dispite that you would do anything for the Destined one and have no problem helping him and he loves you so much for that.

(Lotmk Wukong) Awww your like that little kid couple that people found in a kindergarten schoolyard. Your so happy-go-lucky and cheerful and Wukong immediately opened up to you, and you Quickly became friends. You both love to spend time together and enjoy playing games and catching jellyfish, Wukong does worry about your naive nature and being occasionally accident prone. However he's not a hypocrite because he got the wool pulled over his eyes too, not to mention how innocent and well meaning you are to everyone. With that knowledge of each other your both extremely protective of each other and battling enemies together, since you know karate and fought his enemies. The point is you both have each other's backs sharing the same selflessness, you have for each other and everybody around you.

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hii can i request a hurt/comfort fic where viktor gets injured during one of his experiments and reader (gn) tends to his wounds, and generally takes care of him?

maybe theyre strong and muscular and carry vik when he's too injured to walk? and vik gets really upset, feels weak, so the reader comforts him, reassuring him that he's still strong?

cw: hurt/comfort

You sit in the lab with Viktor as he works on yet another experiment. It started out as just not wanting to leave him alone in case something went wrong, but you’ve grown to enjoy his company even though he’s a man of few words. You know he likes to listen to you talk so always come prepared with a topic that you’ve done a lot of research on so you can tell him about it as he works.

He’d never tell you, but he’s actually grown quite fond of you. He likes when you bring him his favorite drink or a book you think he might enjoy. He even likes when you carry him when his leg is acting up even when he claims that he doesn’t.

He says it makes him feel helpless but he secretly loves the way your arms wrap around him, how his head fits perfectly against your shoulder when he starts to feel weak and tired. It’s actually his favorite thing because in his arms, he knows he’s safe.

Even though he tries to hide it, you know exactly how Viktor feels about you. It’s clear in the way that he looks at you when he thinks you aren’t looking. The way Jayce says that he talks about you when you’re not around.

You’re more observant than he gives you credit for and you’re not sure why he tries so hard to deny his feelings. It doesn’t make him weak to have a crush. You’ve actually come so close to just telling him yourself, but you feel like you’re pushing the boundaries. Your friendship works so well and even though you’d love for him to be your boyfriend, you’re just not so sure that it’s in the cards.

He always claims that he doesn’t want anything romantic and even though it hurts every time he says it, you can’t help but understand. People don’t often get him the way that you and Jayce do and sometimes you actually kind of like that because you selfishly want him all to yourself.

Viktor’s at his desk, his back towards you as you read one of the books he was generous to let you borrow. He’s working on something for Hextech and won’t tell you what it is, not like you’d understand anyway. He’s using a screwdriver even though you both know he’s not supposed to since it’s easy for him to lose grip on things but Jayce isn’t there so what does it matter?

It doesn’t matter until you hear the screwdriver clatter to the floor and Viktor reaching for his cane to stand up, but you’re quick to scoop him up in your arms and carry him to the bathroom the second you spot blood oozing out of his hand.

You hold him up with one hand and use the other to help him rinse his hand in the sink in the bathroom that’s connected to the lab. Viktor should be upset by this, but he’s not, he’s eating it up, in fact. He wants to be close to you.

“I don’t need help,” he tells you as he turns off the water and shakes his hands off into the sink before turning-well, attempting to turn towards you but his leg gives out immediately. You’re quick to catch him as a laugh falls from your lips and he hates how pretty it sounds because it makes him fall even harder for you. Literally, apparently.

“Clearly you do. Now come on, Mr. Grumpy, let’s get you patched up.” You help him back into the lab and he rolls his eyes as you sit him on his desk, trying his best to seem annoyed when you turn away to grab the first aid kit you always keep on hand.

“I’m not grumpy,” he huffs. “I’m strong. I’m capable.” You know that to be true and are refraining from telling him that you do all of those things just to be close to him, but because you think he’s incapable.

He’s very strong and you don’t know why he would think he isn’t. Just because his leg doesn’t work properly and he has to walk with a cane doesn’t make him any less so. You tell him this all the time and you’re wondering when he’s finally going to believe you.

“No one said you weren’t, darling,” you reply and he’s glad your have your back still turned because his cheeks are burning at your term of endearment. “Now let me see that hand, baby.” He reluctantly flips his hand over and you take it in yours once you turn it around and press some gauze against it before wrapping it up like you’ve done so many times before because of all the fights you’ve been in.

“You’re strong,” you tell him and he scoffs. “You are,” you put your hand on your hips after you’ve finished tending to his wound. “I watched you carry all of that heavy equipment down the hall the other day with one arm. Not many people can do that. Maybe you’re not as physically strong as me or Jayce. But you make up for that in emotional strength.You’re so strong in that way, Viktor. A lot of people would just feel bad about themselves if they were in your condition, but not you. You’re so confident in yourself and love that about you. I-I love you.”

“You love me?” He knows he should be focusing on your compliments, but he can’t. Not when you’ve dropped a confession such as loving him onto him. It’s all he can think about.

“I do,” you reply and he’s quick to pull you to his chest, spreading his legs so you fit between them. “See?” You laugh. “You’re my big strong man. Now give me some sugar.” He’s smiling now, the first time you’ve ever seen it as his lips press against yours. Your arms wrap around his waist as his wrap around your neck.

It’s everything he could have ever asked for. Your lips are soft and sweet just like you and he’s sure that he could stay like this forever. And that’s exactly what he plans to do as long as you’ll let him.