#Pls don't pocket-sand me

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny! I’m so sorry I didn’t know the request were closed, I think I sent this before 😣 but if they’re open now, can I order a spicy upside down cake with some eclairs and tea with Toto (with Horner reader) pls pls

the menu!

want to submit your own? hit up the menu! i'd love to accept your order! thank you for this lovely prompt anon! i love the inclusion of horner's daughter. wow! always a good trope! i hope i served you well!

spicy upside down cake ("let's play a game: don't get caught.") + eclairs ("the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut.") + tea (semi-public/public sex) served by toto wolff (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, semi-public sex, power dynamic, desk/office sex, clothed sex, slight daddy kink, getting caught

"how do i say this as nicely as possible." george said as he brought kimi around the mercedes paddock. his hands in his jean pockets as he looked around to see if anyone is in earshot, "every rumor from formula one is basically untrue. or partially untrue.., except for one."

the young driver's interest was piqued. was he finally getting all the gossip from the grid? he leaned in a little forward and waited for what his new teammate had to say.

"toto wolff has a secret girlfriend... and she's horner's daughter. basically everyone knows, but no one will admit it. especially not to horner himself. just be careful, she's quite the looker." then slapped the young driver on the back as they continued.

you could have had any man you desired. you had the looks, the money, there was a kindness to you that pulled people in. you weren't some spoiled princess, you had a heart of gold in a sea of people out for metaphorical blood. you drew people in, like the likes of toto wolff.

a gentleman old enough to be your father, but still made love to you like he was in his twenties. the scandal on the paddock, but with little reliable evidence your father often turned a blind eye to it. even though he noticed as you got older and hung around the paddock, the skirts you wore got shorter and shorter.

your poor father didn't want to be thinking about you with a man double your age and the unsavory things he had done to you. so for horner's sanity, his head was in the sand.

so it wouldn't be a bad thing if you ended up in toto's office for the weekend. with the older man picking you up and placing you on top of the sturdy desk. your thighs spread open for your lover.

"you look beautiful, schatzi." his voice was low and his broad hands pushed up your skirt. it was a flirty little number that turned a lot of heads. you didn't mind the attention because you only had eyes for toto, "so good for daddy."

you wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled, "which one?"

he made a face, "you are a dirty girl. if horner knew what you did to me almost every night, he'd be dead on the spot. his precious daughter fucking an older man."

you held onto his shoulders and beamed at him, "gotta fix my daddy issues somehow." then lifted your hips a little to let toto get your pretty purple panties off. they soon hung limp around your left ankle.

he pressed his nose against your neck and took in your scent. you were wearing the perfume that he bought for you. he knew prior to his relationship with you, you got a few eyes on you. but most knew in the paddock now, especially when toto and your father lingered like a shadow. a cute cub with the much bigger, much scarier polar bear behind her. you were soft smiles and thick thighs that squished together. but you wore the horner last name on paper and the wolff last name on a little anklet chain.

"oh you have daddy issues?" he mocked, "i would have never guessed. the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut." his lips found your neck and he trailed kisses onto it. during the break in the season he'll sink his teeth in. but for now, he'd have to be good and not mark up horner's daughter. (as much as it killed him).

regardless he was hard in his slacks and with your slick pussy on display for him. he wondered if you'd get his last name tattoos on your hip for only his eyes. but that seemed less permanent than just simply marrying you and changing your last name.

he ran a finger across your cheek before he said, "let's play a game: don't get caught." in reference to you not being so loud. poor thing had a habit of being loud even when you were in public.

you squirmed a little on the desk, your bare ass against it. you leaned back a little on your hands and said, "but how will everyone know you're fucking me so good?"

he chuckled a little, "they don't need to know." he kissed at your neck once more before he started to undo his belt, "i'd hate to gag you, my love."

you giggled but quickly covered your mouth with your hand as you tried to keep quiet. toto was in your space once more, your legs wrapped around his waist and he rubbed his cock up against your pussy before he sank in to the root.

he held onto your hips and pulled you closer to him. you took all over him as he started to move against you. your panties almost hit the floor as he took your hand away from your mouth and sealed your mouth with a kiss. the kisses were the loudest part between the two of you as the two of you moved together on the desk.

while toto usually liked to undress you piece by piece like a finely wrapped present. to him, being with you was like christmas every day. especially when he was fucking you. but at that moment, the two of you had to be quick.

he moved against you and kept his lips against yours. his thrusts were heavy as he battered against your sweet sex. you two had to be as quiet as you could get. his hands gripped onto your hips as he pressed his cock up against you.

he lips trailed down your neck as he fucked you, his breathing was heavy and his face slightly flushed. he could feel the thump of pleasure in the back of his head. oh, you felt amazing to him.

he understood why horner made sure to keep you out of the paddock once you became an adult. he held onto you tighter, his voice low as he said, "so beautiful. and all for me." he smiled at you as he moved against you. feeling your sweet cunt tighten around him.

his teeth carefully grazed your pulse and your back arched a little more. your pretty clothed breasts up against him. a sight to behold. even while clothed your body called to him.

the two of you were lost in the euphoria of your fucking, that you didn't hear the knock at the office door followed by the opening of said door.

"mister wolff, i-" kimi stopped in in his tracks and found his head principal and horner's daugther having sex on top of the desk. his eyes went wide. george was right, the rumours were true. he stepped back before he was out the door with it closed behind him.

toto wolff and planted both of his strong hands on either side of you, "i'm going to have to talk to him." his voice was heavy, but he had yet to take his cock out of you. if anything it felt like it had grown harder.

you took your lover by the face and kissed him, "not before you make me cum first." as you clenched your thighs around his waist.

he chuckled before he took your face and pulled you in for a kiss, "of course, schatzi." <3

[ktsumu]

hello kit i come to you for your wrapped event 🤭 hehe as an iwa rep 😌 i would like to request iwaizumi hajime + 17 (or 4, whichever is better!) if that's ok 🥹 and the genre is entirely up to you!! (just no angst pls... i will cry)

oh my god this was such a hard choice that i literally might have to write the other one anyway .. cannot believe you picked iwa and 4 this is a PERFECT combo

iwaizumi + 4: sweater weather genre: fluff with a little kissin' !! reader is a cali girl and iwa knows his cars wc: 0.9k note: the car type is an easter egg if anyone knows it teehee

send me a number + a character and i'll write you a drabble!

Half of Iwaizumi's heart will never leave California, he's sure of it. Half of it will never leave this house.

It's a little blue neighbourhood house in one of the pockets of suburbia you and your friends drove him to, a friend of a friend's house. Something like that.

(Iwaizumi doesn't remember why you all show up there every day, but he doesn't really care that much.)

Every time, it'd be just around dinner when you all met there. You'd sit on the couch, talking to everyone, introducing your handsome boyfriend to anyone who showed. He doesn't remember ever eating dinner anywhere else than in this kitchen.

(He used to be afraid of being homesick. In high school, he never really pictured leaving. You make him think he was born to leave.)

"Excuse us," you say, standing up from couch arm you sat on, taking his hand. "We'll be right back."

Iwaizumi's brows raise as you take his hand, standing up with him in tow, but he doesn't question you— no, he's never questioned you— as he follows you down the hallway.

You're out the door with a grin, walking over to the driveway where all the cars are. You toss him a set of keys.

He catches them against his chest as he pauses, squinting in the last life of today's sun. "Seriously?"

You slip into the car, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on. "Why not?"

"Uh, because's that's a '68 Benz?"

"What, you still don't have a license?"

"I do, but—"

"Do you trust me?"

He sighs a laugh. "I don't trust myself."

"That's okay," you say with a wink, patting the driver's seat. "I trust you enough for the both of us."

Iwaizumi swallows, glancing back at the house before sighing, getting into the car.

"You're gonna be the death of me,"

"I'll be the death of us, actually, so drive safe!"

(He rolls his eyes, but he starts the engine.)

Iwaizumi drives, but you give him directions— you told all of your friends you'd be right back, but he doesn't see you getting home anytime soon, not when he watches you lean over into the breeze. He can smell the ocean and your perfume, and he fights to keep his eyes on the road.

He starts to think you're keeping him driving on purpose until you tell him to turn off on the empty highway you've landed on.

"Here?"

"It's a real road, I swear."

"...Alright."

The car rolls through the gravel which turns into sand, coming to a stop when you tell him. The sun starts going down again, like it waited for the two of you to get to where you were going before starting to go again. Waves crash and you unbuckle your seatbelt.

"A beach."

"Mhm," you say with a smile. "Your favourite!"

Truth be told, he's never been a huge beach guy— sand that makes a home in your shoes, sunburns that never leave. But, you know, if you're down, so is he.

Iwaizumi furrows his brows, undoing his seatbelt just after you. "Hey, where are you going?"

You don't answer, just jog out into the sand.

"Okay, whatever, coming."

When he gets out to round the car, tucking the car keys in his pocket, he stumbles back into the hood when you grip his shirt and kiss him. He finds his footing in the sand first, and then his hands find your hips.

He leans back so you can crawl into his lap, gripping his hair, kissing him like it's the last thing you'll ever do. His fingers dip into the belt loops of your jean shorts, his other hand sneaking beneath your shirt and up your back; he feels the goosebumps on your nape and he wonders if they're from him or the breeze.

(You sigh into his neck, your lips trailing past his jaw; he knows it's him.)

When you finally pull away, he doesn't kiss you.

"What now?" you ask with a small smile, the sun on your cheeks and hands still bunched in his clothes.

Iwaizumi leans back on the hood of the car, grinning up at you, shaking his head. "Nothing. I can't just look?"

"That's kinda boring."

"Hah, whatever."

You hum a laugh, looking over your shoulder at the water.

"You're trying to tell me that you can see all of this and you might actually go home someday?"

Iwaizumi's looking at you when he tells you it's really hard to.

"Well," you murmur, "make sure to tell your Miyagi friends about your Cali fling, Haji."

"Fling? You're nuts."

"Ooh, do you love me?"

Iwaizumi's cheeks flush red as you laugh, leaving a gentle peck on his lips.

"Well, for the record, I guess I can love you, too."

"Wow, what's the dealbreaker?"

"I mean... come on, who doesn't love the beach!?"

He groans, watching as you slip off of him and the car, tugging your shirt over your head and dropping it to the ground. He raises a brow, but you just tsk. "You're still on my case about that, huh?"

"You're in California, freak."

"What'd you just call me?"

You bite your lip, snorting a laugh as you slowly back up towards the water. "Freak?"

"Oh, that's it—"

Iwaizumi wears a huge grin as he tugs his shirt off, too, dropping it by yours as you both ditch your shoes and run. You think you'd have the upper hand, but you almost forget who he is.

He catches up to you quickly when you take a turn for the water, grabbing you from the waist as you scream.

"Haji!" you laugh, "Your pants!"

He looks down at his wet pant legs, but he ignores it; he turns you around, hands on either side of your waist.

You smirk. "And to think I thought you hated the beach?"

Iwaizumi chuckles, shaking his head, little splashes of water dripping from his eyelashes.

"Who says I don't?" he challenges, hands drifting under your thighs as he wraps your legs around his waist. "Maybe I just do when you're not here."

[rin-bellatrix]

Oasis

"When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am." - Goo Goo Dolls

August finds himself in the middle of the Pandoran desert, left to clean up his business' loose ends. Though, he's not as alone as he once thought, coming face to (pretty) face with the grifter who stole his heart. It seems that Sasha has some of her own loose ends to clean up as well.

I love Sasha and August ok

I'm firmly in the belief that August needs to reclaim his full redemption arc (he started towards the end of Tales and well, we just never got to see the end result 🤷🏽‍♀️)

So here's my first "saugust" piece! (Pls tell me if there's a better ship name for them out there 💀) I've written them as bg characters in my rhyiona fics, bc we love a big ol' happy family affair, but this is their first solo spotlight on my blog 😌💕

they need more recognition, they're kinda like Bonnie and Clyde, love my lil outlaw couple 💖 so stinkin' cute 🥰 (not to be confused with everyone's favorite villain couple, jackisha, who I've also written for 🤭)

Ahem, anyway~ this is part one, so this is unfinished. More to come from this particular story ✨️

Also. Am I posting this in the last hour of the month of August, instead of getting my shit together and posting it sooner...? Don't worry about it~ ☺️

Enjoy~ 🧡💜

It was always sunny on Pandora. Or at least, it seemed to be whenever August had to venture out of the dark shithole that was Hollow Point. The white sub-giant star that was Pandora's sun seemed to be on full blast today, the curve of the horizon a warbled, dancing edge in this heat. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and gathered at his jawline before spilling off in incessant drops. He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes before leaning into his truck bed and grabbing two fistfuls of rough canvas.

He tossed another burlap covered carcass onto the small pile of bodies, grunting with its weight. His Ma might be gone, but that just left the family business up to him. Which meant cleaning up the mess when a rival gang thought that they could prove themselves bigger and badder. Not a chance. But it was best to dump the bodies farther away from the entrance to Hollow Point to avoid scavengers somehow finding a way to spill into his town. That was the last thing he needed.

Dusting his hands off, he slammed the trunk door closed and ripped an old rag out of his back pocket. Mopping the perspiration from his neck and face (minding his piercings), he squinted up at the ball of fire in the sky and cursed its heat. What he wouldn't give for an ice cold drink right about now, he was fucking parched.

Stuffing the damp rag back into his pocket, he rounded his truck to head to the driver's side. His boots kicking up sand, his mind already focused on securing a cold shower as soon as he got back home. Gripping the handle, he pulled and yanked the door open, one foot on the step bar ready to hop in, before he looked up and froze.

"Thirsty?" Sasha chimed, sitting relaxed behind the wheel, dangling a cold bottle that was dripping with condensation.

The sight alone had him wondering if this was a mirage, if the heat had really gotten to him and made him hallucinate this as his own personal oasis. But then her scent of orange blossoms hit him, and he took a step back in shock. The sweet scent that sometimes haunted his dreams was a startling contrast to the freshly decomposing bodies that he just unloaded from the back of his truck.

How did she even get here without him knowing...?

She was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so if that was possible. Her locks were pulled back in a sleek style, much like the last time he saw her during that whole vault debacle. Her outfit looked clean and classy, a stark contrast to his current state of sweaty and sandy. She wore reflective sunglasses that kept him from seeing her eyes, only his own warped image staring back at him.

When she arched a pretty brow, waiting for a response, August had to reel himself in. "What the fuck are you doin' in my truck?" No one could ever say that he didn't have a way with words.

"Is that the greeting I get? After I came all this way to bring you a nice refreshing drink, because I know you always leave to come here without one."

It shouldn't move him that she remembered his dump sight. It should mean nothing that she remembered he always forgot to pack a drink. It wasn't a big deal that she came to drop off a cold drink. She was a con artist, this is what she did. It's how she wormed her way into his heart the first time. He told himself this, and tried to ignore the way his heart beat a little faster at the implication that she still cared about him.

Did she ever really care about him...?

"What's it to you? If I forget to hydrate, how's it any of your business?" He glowered at her, old hurt resurfacing as if it were just yesterday.

She watched him from behind her sunglasses, quiet as she struggled to find a new lie to fixate on.

"Listen, I don't care, get the fuck out of my seat and go back to wherever you came from. You've got nothin' here, unless ya want me to put a bullet in your brain."

Sasha pursed her lips, her free hand settling firmly on the steering wheel. "I'm gonna drive you back." When he opened his mouth to argue, she continued. "I just want to talk." When he remained suspicious, she reached up to remove her sunglasses, meeting his eyes clearly. "Please?"

Her eyes were so clear, the light jade so beautiful with her complexion. His mind told him to watch his heart, not to fall for her tricks. But his heart told him to go along with what she wanted, simply because it was her who asked. August considered himself a strong man - an intelligent man - but in the face of the woman he loved, he crumbled far too easily.

He grunted as he slammed the door closed, rounding to the passenger side of his own damn truck. He hopped in, the cab rocking with his momentum, the door shutting behind him as he huffed.

Sasha held out the bottle again, and he watched as a drop of water raced down the side and gathered at the bottom before splattering across his leather seat. He looked up at her and met her eyes again, ignoring the excitement that wanted to bubble to the surface.

"Is it poisoned?"

The pretty grifter frowned, before twisting the cap off and taking a swig, once again holding it out to him. "That answer your question, smart ass?"

He hesitated before taking the bottle from her. Glancing down as she shifted the car into drive and pulled off, he noticed the faintest glossy shine of her lip gloss on the lip of the bottle. As the truck rumbled through the Pandoran desert, he recalled how slick her lips were when she would kiss him after applying it. They way she giggled when he pulled back and groused about the texture. How she would joke with him, arms looped around his neck, if she should withhold her kisses then. And he would snag her closer by her waist, pulling her into him and grumbling a complaint against her wet lips as he kissed her through her laughter.

He eyed the residue of it on his bottle now. Then, he lifted it to his lips and drank deeply, imagining that he could feel a phantom press of her lips against his own. It quenched him like nothing else.

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[katsu-reads]

BREE!!! if i could have this etched into my brain i absolutely would because of how wonderful and perfect it is. it has scratched the hangman itch in my brain oh so perfectly and i will forever come back to reread it just so i can giggle like a mf schoolgirl every time <3 i have much to say so bear with me folks

And while you can’t see it from where you’re standing, you’re sure he’s also wearing those jeans you know work absolute wonders for his ass—not that you’d ever tell him that, of course, because his ego is inflated enough already. But you might sneak a look later on.

this is just me thirsting over glen's ass but girl SAME. i'd be feasting my eyes on that absolute dump truck everytime bc HOT DAMN i love to see him coming (hehe 😉) but man do i love to watch him leave too can i get an amen (AMEN). i would sneak many looks. so. many. looks.

“I’m not ringing the bell on Jake just because he’s beating you at pool,” you warn him. “He’s got to earn it. Trick him into dropping his phone on the bar like a normal person.��

PLS this is so funny bc it's so them. i can just see them tricking each other just so they don't have to pay up 💀 plus they get to toss each other in the sand outside?? all in good fun but still so hilarious

Your eyes drift towards Jake, and you see him with a deep frown on his face, his pool cue leaning against the table as his arms are crossed over his chest. You can’t tell what he’s saying from this far away, but he’s moving up to get in Bradley’s face.

ohoho baby is maddd we love to see it. bradley is such a little shit riling him up like that i adore him <3 we love a sneaky wingman

You think maybe that part of it is some sort of hysterical relief and joy at hearing Jake Seresin, Hangman, the most confident man you’d ever met, blurt out that he likes you like a child on a playground. God, you’ll never get over this, and this will absolutely be the story you’ll love to tell people when they ask how the two of you start dating.

this is so sweet!! even though it definitely wasn't hangman's first choice in how he finally confessed, the emotion is so real. it's like you're the only one who's able to crack his confident cocky exterior and underneath jake is just a boy who likes a girl 🥺

You get about five steps away before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pull it out, and see Jake’s name across your screen. You answer the call.

DORK. i hate him (i love him i want him i need him). i can just picture him talking to you with the biggest grin bc he's finally got his girl!!!

everybody say thank u bradley for getting hangman off his ass and thank u bree for writing this masterpiece <33

the one with the mutual pining | j.h.s.

summary: it's always been fun to flirt with jake, though you'd never cross the line to take you from friends to something more because while he flirts back, does he really mean it? well, bradley bradshaw decides this is something they're gonna rectify, and it definitely ends in your favour pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x fem!reader warning(s): language; references to alcohol word count: 4.2k notes: here is my very first attempt at writing tgm, and at writing hangman. this is all completely thanks to @katsu28 who has entertained all my tgm thoughts. this one's for you kait!! <3 also, there are a couple alternate endings for this one too 👀 if anyone wants to read them when they're finished or maybe have them turned into other fics, let me know!

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Friday nights always seem to be the busiest nights at the Hard Deck. Or, well, they have been since you started working there.

It always seems to start getting packed not long after dinner time, usually by a good mix of civilians and members of the Navy who were stationed in Fightertown. A lot of them seemed to know Penny, especially the aviators. Penny had warned you about them when she gave you the bartending job; about their flashy smiles, their nicely styled yet somehow perpetually windswept looking hair, and all the trouble that comes with them. There’d been a fond smile on her face when she said that, so you were sure there was a story (or maybe many) behind her warnings.

It was on your very first Friday that you’d met Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Well, you’d actually met most of the Dagger Squad (which you’d been told was what they were called by Mickey after a few Fridays together), but it was Jake who stuck out to you the most. You’d be a liar if you said his sparkling green eyes and dimples weren’t attractive, and he absolutely had the confidence you’d expect from someone who flew million dollar planes for a living. The way he leant on the bartop, grinning at you as he ordered a beer and introduced himself was full of charm, and the slight southern drawl that curled his words drew you in immediately. But you didn’t let him know that; no, you pointed him to the back of the line of people waiting to order, and handed Bradley Bradshaw his drink instead.

That was the start of your friendship with Jake, and your infatuation with him. That part you keep to yourself, though. At first it was because you didn’t think it was anything other than a tiny crush, but then when that didn’t go away no matter what you did (or what Jake did). And then it was because he’d become a friend by that point, a familiar face and someone you enjoyed seeing and talking to, just like the rest of his squad of aviators, and you didn’t want to risk losing him like that. That’s what you told yourself, at least. Plus, the two of you had built up quite a fun back and forth with each other, all witty jokes and subtle flirting (on your end; Jake tends to flirt heavily with just about anyone) and you looked forward to it whenever you see the squad of aviators walk in the door.

This Friday night is no exception; they’ve been here for about an hour already, drinking and laughing and unwinding from the stress of the week. Bradley had told you earlier that one of the Admirals had a particularly large stick up his ass lately, and their squad in particular had been feeling the heat. Which meant they were keeping you busy, because Pete and some of the older aviators had commandeered Penny’s attention. Not that you were complaining, because you enjoyed talking to all of them and getting paid to do so.

Jake approaches the bar top on his own for the first time since arriving; he’s got a grin on his face as he leans his arm on the polished wooden surface closest to you. It’s early enough in the evening, not long after the bar had opened for the day, that it’s not very busy yet so you can give him your full attention while Penny chats with Pete and the patrons at the other end.

He’s wearing a soft-looking green button down shirt, with the top few buttons undone. The colour brings out his eyes,  His sleeves are rolled up just above his elbows, and you can see the silver chain that holds his dog tags disappear further down past where his shirt buttons are undone. And while you can’t see it from where you’re standing, you’re sure he’s also wearing those jeans you know work absolute wonders for his ass—not that you’d ever tell him that, of course, because his ego is inflated enough already. But you might sneak a look later on.

“Hey darlin’, another beer for me on the sore loser,” he says by way of greeting, grin curling his lips up and showing off his dimples. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and you peer over it to see Bradley standing back at the pool table the aviators had claimed. He’s wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt you’ve never seen before, and he’s got a defeated smile on his face. His shoulders are slumped and he’s leaning against the pool table as he catches you looking and waves. You wave back, smiling and winking at him before your attention turns back to the blond in front of you.

“You got it. The usual?” you ask, and he nods. You reach under the bar top to grab a bottle of Jake’s preferred beer, popping the cap off for him before you place it on the counter in front of him. “You won a game already? You haven’t been here that long.”

“I’m just that good at pool, darlin’.” Which is true; you know he’s beaten just about all of his fellow aviators, and you’d bet he’s hustled others at the Hard Deck too. Maybe even at other bars. Jake’s cocky, but unfortunately he’s got the skills to back up all his talk.

“Or maybe Bradley’s just that bad and you’re taking advantage of him.”

Jake doesn’t answer but he laughs as he reaches for his beer. His hand brushes yours as you hand him the bottle of beer, the pads of his fingers gliding over your knuckles and the back of your hand. His touch tingles, and you find your cheeks growing warm as those fingers trail electricity that fades all too quickly when he takes his beer. He holds eye contact with you for a beat too long before he’s winking and turning back towards Bradley and the others.

It was basically routine at this point. On Friday nights, the aviators would show up after they’ve finished for the day. Pete would find Penny, the two of them taking over one end of the bartop to flirt like they’re not in a bar full of people. The rest of them would come over to greet you, order their first round, and then either commandeer an open pool table, or grab a few tables to themselves to wait for one to open up. As soon as it did, they’d all take turns playing, with the losers buying the winners drinks. Jake tended to win more than he lost; and lately, he seemed to be winning against Bradley much more than he had before. Not that you kept track of that (except, of course, that you did).

The night goes on as the Hard Deck fills up, and you’re kept busy with the steady flow of customers that come your way. The aviators definitely keep you on your toes, and Bradley’s tab just keeps getting bigger as he continues to lose against Jake (and Natasha and Javy, you notice), and others keep buying rounds. You’re definitely happy with the tips you’re getting, though, and between you and Penny you manage to keep up with all the orders that just keep coming. Thankfully, though, it starts to get more steady than busy, and you’re thankful to start getting lulls between customers ordering drinks so you can do some cleaning. You begin wiping down the bar with a clean, wet rag from the bucket by your feet.

Bradley approaches the bartop, and up close you notice that his bright blue Hawaiian shirt is covered in magenta flowers, the colours almost too loud to look at. His cheeks are a little ruddy, and the top half of his shirt is unbuttoned and showing off the dogtags he’s wearing against his bare chest. His sunglasses are poking out of his shirt pocket, and he’s got a wide smile on his face as he places his hands in front of him on the slightly wet polished wooden surface. You stop wiping down the bar in case he’s here to get something from you, or maybe to close out his tab–though it’s a little early in the night for that.

He looks back over his shoulder towards where the others are, and you also look in that direction to see Jake staring at the two of you, a pool cue held in his hands and his brow furrowed. Mickey hoots, and sends you a thumbs up. You’re not sure what for, but his enthusiasm is sweet and you shoot him a thumbs up in return. Bradley looks back to you.

“You here for another round?” you ask, and his smile drops momentarily.

“No, I don’t think I want to add to my tab.” You pull it up, and then shake your head because no, he really doesn’t. Bradley grimaces and sighs, leaning forward towards you. “Actually, I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I’m not ringing the bell on Jake just because he’s beating you at pool,” you warn him. “He’s got to earn it. Trick him into dropping his phone on the bar like a normal person.” Which Reuben had done with Bob last week, and you’d felt a bit bad for the bespectacled aviator but the rules are the rules. Bradley chuckles, and leans closer to you over the bartop.

“No, actually, Mav’s birthday is coming up and we wanted to do something for him and Penny. A surprise for the two of them” He looks behind you, seeing Penny and Pete where you know they’re decently close, and he gestures for you to lean forward. He moves his head next to yours, and starts whispering to you, wanting to keep this a secret. “We’re thinking about all chipping in and getting the two of them some kinda weekend away, maybe something fun in the city. D’you think you’d wanna get in on that?”

That’s definitely not what you were expecting, but your heart melts at the idea of being able to give your boss and her boyfriend a nice little vacation together. Penny’s been an amazing boss since you’ve started working for her, and you know how hard she works. She deserves this, for sure. “That is actually really sweet. Yeah, I’d be happy to do that for them.”

That’s when you hear Penny’s voice from behind you, startling you a bit. “Bradley Bradshaw, are you bothering my bartender?”

With a smile he probably thinks makes him look completely innocent, he moves away from your ear and answers her with a “No, ma’am!” and then wiggles his eyebrows at you before he turns and heads back towards the pool table. You watch him as you go, and you see when he gets back that Reuben slaps him on the shoulder while Natasha hands him her pool cue. Your eyes drift towards Jake, and you see him with a deep frown on his face, his pool cue leaning against the table as his arms are crossed over his chest. You can’t tell what he’s saying from this far away, but he’s moving up to get in Bradley’s face. Maybe the older aviator was actually supposed to get a round? You don’t know, but they’ll eventually work it out. They know if they start a fight in the bar that Penny will squash that real quick. Not that it wouldn’t be entertaining.

You resume your cleaning, gathering up some glasses that have been left on one side of the bar to put in the dirty dish bin to be washed later. An older man approaches the bar and asks for a whiskey neat, which you pour him, and he pays for it and thanks you before leaving. You put the bottle back in its place, and then all of a sudden Jake is standing in front of you.

“Hey, sailor. What can I get you?” you ask. You notice he’s not smiling like he normally would; his forehead is wrinkled and his eyebrows are furrowed as his green eyes look at you. His normally neatly coiffed blond hair is looking just a bit dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it and moving it out of its usual style. You start to worry when he doesn’t answer you; Jake is usually completely unbothered by anything, never being fazed and always taking things in stride. He’s always in control of every situation and every interaction he’s in. But that’s not how he’s looking now. Something’s got him looking almost frazzled, and it has you worried for him. You bite that worry down, though, as you watch him run a hand through his hair now.

“I need–” He sighs, shaking his head slightly. He takes in a deep breath before he starts again with, “Look, I need to talk to you. It’s important. Can we go somewhere private?” This is one of those nights you really wish that Jimmy was working, or that Penny had another bartender besides you because you really couldn’t just leave her alone before your shift was over. You pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time.

“Uh, not right now, but I’m done in about an hour. Is that okay?” you ask, sliding your phone back in your pocket and looking at the aviator in front of you. He sighs, but not in an unkind way, and he nods. But there’s no wink, no smile, and no sign of his adorable dimples. You didn’t think you’d miss them as much as you did, but seeing him like this, with something bothering him, makes you realize that you’re kind of in over your head with him. “Are you okay, Jake?”

Jake nods again, letting his lips turn up slightly at the corners in a closed mouth smile. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” You’re stopped from answering when Mr Whiskey Neat comes back up for another drink and you reach down to grab the bottle. Jake nods at you, moving away from the bar top and heading in the direction of the bathrooms. “I’ll talk to you in an hour. Meet me outside, my truck’s farthest from the door.”

And then he’s gone and you’re pouring a drink, and you’re feeling confused, worried, and a little annoyed that your conversation had been cut short. What could Jake Seresin possibly need to talk to you about privately? And what exactly is bothering him? You only have the next hour to worry about it in your head, and you already know that’s not going to be fun.

The last hour of your shift goes by much too slowly for your liking, but as the minutes creep closer, you wish you had just a bit more time. You’re more than a little nervous to talk to Jake when it’s over; he’d closed out his tab with Penny while you’d been busy getting another round for some other customers, including Natasha and Bob, who were sharing secretive smiles as they chatted with you. Maybe there was something in the water at the naval base, or maybe all the stress of the week had really gotten in their heads. You weren’t sure which was worse.

But then you’re done, and it’s time to go talk to Jake, and you find yourself stalling on your way out. Penny must notice the change in your demeanor, because she stops you to ask if everything is okay before she lets you go.

“Was someone giving you a hard time?” she asks, keeping her voice low as you clock out. Your bag and coat are in the back room, which she gives you the key to, and you shake your head. “Pete can walk you out of here, if you need. Or I’m sure one of his squad would be more than happy to do that too.”

“I’m okay, Penny, I promise,” you assure her. You leave quickly to grab your things, and return to give her the key back.

“Text me when you get home!” You wave your hand to her, and then you’re leaving the Hard Deck and walking out into the cool night air. You pull your coat a little tighter around your body, walking towards the end of the parking lot. It takes a minute to see him in the dark, but Jake is leaning against the front of his truck when you spot him. He’s all the way at the far end of the parking lot just like he’d told you.

There aren’t too many cars left, and no one else is out and walking around so it’s just the two of you that you can see. He must see you coming because he pushes himself off of his truck and waits for you to get close enough before he greets you. The set of his shoulders is tense, and they’re up close to his ears. The smile on his face looks a little forced and you shift your weight between your feet as you look at him.

“What did you want to talk about? Seemed pretty important.”

He sighs, one hand coming up to tug at his hair. It shines even in the dingy, yellowed lights coming from the street lights set up in the parking lot, and you briefly wonder if it would feel as soft as it looks now, or if maybe it was crunchy with gel. You hoped it was soft. But that was not the point, and you push that thought away for now. “Look, whatever Rooster told you… just ignore him, okay? He’s drunk. I didn’t even drink half the beers I won off him, he did. He didn’t mean anything he said.”

Okay, now you’re confused. What did Bradley being drunk have to do with Pete’s birthday present? The mustachioed aviator hadn’t seemed that drunk when he spoke to you; you’d seen him absolutely shitfaced before, just once, and tonight was definitely anywhere close to that. You still mourned the t-shirt you’d been wearing that night, it had been one of your favourites. “Really? But I thought it was pretty sweet.”

That seems to irritate Jake, and he rolls his eyes. “But it’s not his business telling you that, he was just being an idiot. He’s a lightweight, and he’s probably puking on Bob’s shoes right now.” Now that was a funny image, and you hoped for Bob’s sake that Bradley throws up somewhere else and not on Bob’s shoes. You’d ask Natasha about that the next time you see her. “Rooster just thought he was being funny, is all. I wanted to make sure you knew that and make sure it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It seems like it made you uncomfortable. Don’t even deny that you’re not! I can tell. I’m good like that.” He doesn’t take the opportunity to make a joke, or grin and wink at you like he normally would, which just served to bring your point home. You know he and Bradley can get under each other’s skin like no one else can, but this was a whole new level of grump.

But that’s when Jake comes out with it. “Of course it made me uncomfortable, him telling you that I like you like that! It wasn’t his business to do that.”

You’re not sure you heard him right. You blink, taking a moment to process his words. There’s no way you heard him correctly. He thinks Bradley Bradshaw told you, completely seriously, that Jake likes you. And that’s why he’s been acting so weird. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together now.

“Like me? What?” you ask, but you don’t give him time to answer. “Bradley didn’t say anything about you, he was telling me about Mav’s birthday present, asking if I wanted to pitch in for a trip for him and Penny.” Even in the dim light in the parking lot, you can see the colour drain from Jake’s face. His jaw even drops, just a little, as he stares at you. If you were thinking properly, you’d want to take your phone out and snap a photo of Jake Seresin, lost for words. You’d never seen it before. It was kind of cute. “You like me? As more than a friend?”

“No!” It comes out quickly, much too quickly, and you can hear the crack in Jake’s voice. It kicks your brain back into gear, and you feel a tingly warmth spread through your chest not unlike what you’d felt earlier when Jake’s fingers had brushed the back of your hand. It makes you almost giddy, the thought of Jake liking you like you like him. That you haven’t been pining over him and agonizing over whether it was worth ruining your friendship for nothing, and that his flirting had actually meant something. But you can’t resist teasing him about it, just a bit.

“Wait… so you don’t like me?” you ask, feigning disappointment–it’s hard, though, keeping the grin off your face as you do so. Jake shakes his head, taking a step closer and his hands coming out to hover in front of you, close but not actually touching you yet.

“No! No, I do like you!” Jake is so quick to backtrack, and you have to bring a hand up to cover your mouth to hide the smile and the laughter that’s threatening to come out. You think maybe that part of it is some sort of hysterical relief and joy at hearing Jake Seresin, Hangman, the most confident man you’d ever met, blurt out that he likes you like a child on a playground. God, you’ll never get over this, and this will absolutely be the story you’ll love to tell people when they ask how the two of you start dating. Which you know he’ll hate. But that’s something you’ll worry about later. Right now, you think Jake looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm and that would probably be counter productive. So you decide to throw him a bone.

“Well that’s good, seeing as I like you too,” you tell him, moving your hand away from your mouth to smile at him. That’s when you see his shoulders sag and the colour starts to come back to his face as he processes your words. And if you take that opportunity to confirm that yes, he is wearing those jeans that do wonders for his ass, well, that’s something you’ll keep to yourself.

“You do?” he asks when he finds his voice, and you nod. That’s when you see a smile break out across his face, and his dimples are back in full force.

“What, you think I flirt with just any aviator who comes into the Hard Deck?” That gets a laugh out of him, and you love the sound. It’s a real laugh, a rumble from deep in his chest, and you definitely want to hear that again. You hope you will.

“Well, I’m not just any aviator,” he confirms, walking just a bit closer. His hands are still out, and you reach out with one of yours to take his. They’re big, and warm, and the callouses rub against your skin in the best way. More tingles shoot up your arm, and you squeeze his hand with yours. “Then I guess it’s about time I ask you out, darlin’.”

“It’s not nice to leave someone hanging, you know.” He rolls his eyes. “Here, gimme your phone. We’ll trade numbers.” He digs his out of his pocket while you grab yours, and you unlock it and bring up your contacts for him. He does the same, and you enter your name and number before you hand it back. You see his name and number in yours. “I should get going so I can get home and text Penny before she sends out a search team. Call me!”

You get about five steps away before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pull it out, and see Jake’s name across your screen. You answer the call.

“So I was thinking I could take you out sometime. Does tomorrow night work for you?” he asks, his voice coming over the speaker and also from behind you. You laugh, nodding as you hold the phone to your ear.

“Tomorrow works just fine. What do you have planned?” you ask. You don’t turn around, but you can imagine him leaning back against his truck as he talks, watching you walk away. You hope he enjoys the view.

“Gotta leave some things a surprise. Just make it home safe, and we’ll talk more tomorrow.” You assure him that you will, because you really do want to get home because you know Penny really will send someone out to check on you if she’s worried. “Goodnight, darlin’.”

You hang up the phone, waving back over your shoulder as you leave the parking lot. You hear Jake’s laugh behind you, and it puts a spring in your step all the way home.

Yeah, you’re absolutely sure he’s gonna kick Bradley’s ass for forcing his hand, but you got a date with Jake Seresin out of this. You can’t wait for Saturday night.

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[qlossytbh]

Could I pls request a jj x reader fic?

So my vision is that JJ and the reader have been that clique, typical best friends but more and jj ends up having a thing with this other girl and starts treats the reader like shit. They have a full argument and then he says something to the reader that breaks their heart but he regrets it, knowing he could lose them and he can’t have that.

Sorry that did not make sense at all but I hope you caught my drift :)

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐣𝐣𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 jj and you have always been best friends, right up until jj starts hanging out with another girl and things start to stir between the two of you

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing (lots of it), a bit graphic, blood mentions, physical fighting, angsty

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 5.5k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 I AM BACK! life was kicking me in the booty and i've finally found the motivation to start writing! there are probably a ton of typos and i got lazy towards the end bc i’ve been writing this since ide remember when oof.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You gaped at Pope in shock, placing a hand over your chest. "You did not."

"Y/n, pineapple does not belong on pizza!" He stressed as you glared at him.

"Yes it does," She pointed a finger at him, chewing on your sandwich. "You've either tried shitty pizza or you just suck as a person,"

"You are a menace to society," Pope sighed. You rolled your eyes and swallowed.

You felt the sun lightly burn the top of your shoulders as you sat between JJ and Kiara on a towel that laid out on the sand, hair still wet and pushed back from the salty water. You and the pogues decided to go over and hit a few waves before noon, and now you were having lunch on the beach, discussing the most groundbreaking unpopular opinions.

"I am not," You groaned, shoving a baby carrot into your mouth.

"Y/n, you are one of the only people here to admit to liking pineapple on pizza." John B said, chewing on his food.

"That is also false," You said, mouth full. You turned to JJ with a proud smile and bumped his shoulder. "JJ agrees with me,"

"You guys all sound like kooks," JJ shot, mouth full of food. "That's not cool,"

Everyone groaned in annoyance as you and JJ giggled with each other.

It had always been like that. You and JJ against the world. You had been best friends since you could speak and it's never been different. You two were always together, getting into some kind of trouble. Started in preschool when you both misplaced items from the play area so no one else could find it and still goes on in high school where you two either make the teacher's lives a living hell or skip classes very frequently.

You two had the same sense of humor. You made jokes about things very often and couldn't take most things seriously. You only really showed that serious side of yourself to JJ as he did with you. You two were comfortable with each other, very touchy. You two were like brothers and sisters

Except without the sibling end of it given how you were basically in love with him since fifth grade.

You don't know how it happened, at first, it was a stupid boy crush every preteen had on some boy, but already surging into 9th grade you realized those feelings never went away. In fact, being older and more mature made you realize how deep those feelings for him actually were and how they weren't going away any time soon.

Everyone knew. And you knew they knew, but it didn't bother you because JJ remained completely oblivious. Not that it was his fault, he did-

"Shit," JJ cursed, taking out his vibrating phone from his pocket and face dropping. You raised a brow at him as the group directed their attention to him.

"Everything ok?" You asked.

"Yeah it's just Sophie give me a sec," He raised his phone to his ears as you looked away, chewing on your food to distract yourself from the jealousy that infected you. "Hey, babe,"

JJ's face scrunched, "What? No- I didn't think you'd want- Ok and I get that but-"

You looked at John B and lifted your eyebrow while tilting your head to the side, signaling how you knew JJ was in for it. Kiara and Sarah looked at each other and then at you, but you nodded their way, signaling you were fine.

"Ok- Yes Im sorry-" He rubbed his temple. "I didn't mean that sarcastically I- Fine, just- just give me a few minutes."

And with that he hung up, sighing deeply. No one wanted to break the awkward silence that had shifted amongst the group, so you took the job.

"That sounded," You strained your lip. "Intense..?"

"Sophies pissed because I didn't show up at her kook event last night," He put his foot down. "And now she wants me to go over to her house to properly apologize,"

Sophie Kremford, yet another kook princess who had somehow managed to get her hands on the one and only JJ Maybank. You never knew how that happened, JJ wasn't one to randomly get in a relationship, let alone with a kook of all people.

She was very well put together, spoilt, aggravatingly annoying but what else could you do other than be a good friend to JJ. That's all you could do. The relationship was very recent, but it hurt you every time, seeing them together.

"You're leaving?" You ask, face falling as you watched him get up.

"Yeah," He smiled sadly reaching a hand out for you to give you a small squeeze goodbye. "I don't want to piss her off even more."

JJ said his goodbyes to the rest and you watched him walk off the beach. You turned and saw everyone's eyes on you. You stared at them, confused.

"What?" You asked innocently.

"I don't know how you do it," Sarah said.

"Do what?" You furrowed your brows, letting out a little laugh as you began to collect the garbage left from your food.

"You play your feelings off well you know," Pope interrupted. "But it doesn't work on us."

You stopped for a split second and scoffed, trying to shake away the butterfly's filling your stomach.

"I'm still lost," You said, not fully understanding what they were trying to get at.

"How are you so ok with the fact that JJs with that kook?" John B spoke up.

"Im his best friend and I hate her more than I've ever hated anyone." Kiara groaned.

"It doesn't affect me because I'm his best friend, and I support his relationships," You explained, shrugging while putting all the wrappers into a small disposable bag.

"Bullshit." John B shot. You looked up at him and sighed.

"You two can't possibly be just best friends," Pope said. "That would be worse than you saying you like pineapple on pizza."

You deadpanned at Pope, rolling your eyes soon after. "Were just friends. Nothing else. Promise."

Although you wanted to believe your words, you couldn't. Because something about the connection you and JJ had was too deep to be friendly. The eye contact you two sought comfort in was too intense. The sometimes obvious, sometimes not, physical contact between you too was too present.

But no matter how much you feel the need to confront the topic, he was dating Sophie. And you couldn't do anything about that as his best friend.

Kiara hummed to herself. "Sure you are."

You tried hiding the red that painted your cheeks, maybe being able to blame the sun. You tried ignoring the butterflies that filled your stomach. JJ was your best friend.

And as much as you didn't approve of Sophie, you had to for the sake of your relationship.

"Hear me out," You said trying to diverge the topic of conversion. "Plane food is good."

Pope audibly gasped. "Out."

You leaned against the wall, heart beating fast. You swallowed roughly as your breath staggered feeling him get closer to you. You counted to 3, squinting your eyes shut.

When you got to one you swiftly turned the corner and launched the water balloon at John B, hitting him square in the chest as he let out a groan in pain.

"Ha!" You victoriously cheered as he wiped the mud off the corner of his eye. Something you and JJ introduced to the group was water balloon fights except instead of water, the small latex balloons were filled with mud

You two said it was very 'therapeutic' and it helped 'relieve stress'.The others said it was stupid until they tried it and it became a fun thing you all liked to do with each other.

Your face dropped as John B crouched down, smirk etched onto his face as he scooped a handful of mud and began walking towards you.

"John B, that is against the rules-" You accused as you quickly turned your back, screaming as you ran towards the entrance of the Chateau.

John B managed to catch up to you and when he did, he wrapped his free arm around you tightly and slapped the mud onto the side of your face.

You screamed as you squirmed around desperately in the grip of his arms. Once he felt satisfied with his work, he pushed away chuckling to himself.

"That was totally unfair-" You felt a harsh slap onto your back, causing your face to twist in pain as you turned around and saw Sarah giggling widely, covered in mud as well.

"I think that one had a pebble-" You groaned, trying to reach for the spot on your back but failing.

Another ballon came your way but you managed to dodge it.

"This isn't everyone against me you shitheads," You said looking over at Pope who glared at you.

"You just wasted my last balloon,"

"Not my fault your aim sucks," You stuck your tongue out as Pope rolled his eyes.

You sighed deeply, feeling much more relieved than you had when you came over. You were having a bad day and the Pogues came through. You looked at Kiara whose face fell as she glared at something behind you.

"Incoming..." She scoffed before looking away. You turned around and saw JJ and Sophie walking towards you.

"Hey guys," JJ shouted. You smiled.

"Took you long enough," You said. "We were gonna wait for you but everyone started attacking me so I had to take cover.."

"We're still mad about the plane food statement," Pope shot, causing you to roll your eyes.

You looked at Sophie who glared your way. You shifted on your heels looking over at John B.

"Can't believe I missed our thing," He whined playfully as he walked over to you.

"You've got one last chance to get dirty," You said holding your arms out which he gladly took as he wrapped you into a tight hug. You stood on your toes as he buried his face into your neck.

Sophie stood behind, and she gave the two of you a nasty look. You caught it from JJs shoulder but you ignored it anyway.

"There," You smiled, patting his chest as you saw the imprints your muddy body had left on his white shirt. "Now it's like you were here."

JJ smiled as you looked into his eyes. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly interrupted you, causing you to look behind him.

"Right-" You fumbled nervously. "Hey, Sophie I'm-"

"Y/n, yeah JJ has told me too much about you." She smiled sarcastically. You began to feel that familiar feeling of discomfort while talking to her.

"Well, it's nice to meet you..!" You chuckled awkwardly holding a hand out for her to shake. She stared at your hand in disgust, probably due to the mud.

As Sophie flipped her hair, you realized how pretty she actually was. You looked down at her clothing. She had a green tube top paired with a pair of Levi light washed shorts that stocked up her legs and white heeled sandals. Paired with multiple, presumably gold earrings, chains, and rings.

Her hair was clean and her makeup was perfect. As you watched her scan your muddy t-shirt paired with your muddy shorts and messy hair, you couldn't help but fall slightly self-conscious.

She was a kook. She looked perfect. She was perfect. And you were beginning to realize why JJ had started dating her.

"You look, interesting, don't you?” She smiled tightly. You looked at her, sensing her sarcasm a mile away. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Care to elaborate?"

"You just look," She continued, glancing down and resting her eyes on your arms and stomach. "Dirty."

"Well, what's that supposed to mean, kook?" Kiara shot. You looked at the girl, stunned.

Kiara was about to swing at her. "Let's just go get my things, babe,"

JJ leaned over pecking her lips and walked past you two not saying a word. You watched them walk past you with a slightly hurt expression. Clearly, he had heard what she said, and while it wasn't the worse thing a kook had said to you, it wasn't like JJ to sit around letting people talk to you like that, much less when it was backhanded.

You didn't put much thought into it, turning to John B and giving him a tense half-smile. He looked over at Sophie before walking close behind you alone with the rest, Kiara sending her one last nasty look.

JJ stopped coming over as much as he used to. He blamed it on Sophie and her social and personal needs. You knew there was some sort of meaning to it because whenever he was near you and the Pogues he was extremely weird about it, specifically with you

He'd randomly get defensive, he didn't look as happy as he used to be. His smile wasn't as bright as it used to be and you missed him more than you'd care to admit.

Hanging out with him for the first time in forever about 2 weeks ago made you realize it could potentially be easy to bury the feelings you had for him, but as soon as he smiled you caught yourself realizing if it even was as easy as you planted it out to be.

But at this point, you didn't care about your romantic feelings, you just wanted your best friend back.

You dragged the wet rag across the freshly used table in the corner of the cut. You whistled over at Kie who walked in with the other Pogues.

Kies parents managed to get you a job at the cut and much to their surprise you were a great employee, maybe even better than their own daughter. You were always on time and constantly offered to do more shifts than asked. You liked keeping your hands full and what better than cleaning dirty dishes and taking orders from sometimes snobby people.

It helped you get out of your comfort zone, and it's why you needed right now.

"Go wait for me at table eight, my shifts already over," You said glancing at the clock that read eight pm.

You walked into the back of the kitchen, taking off your dirty apron and reassuring yourself that the fries you all always ordered were cooking for your friends.

When you walked out of the back, you saw your friends chatting with each other, smiles wide with the addition of a mop of blonde hair in the farthest seat of the left-hand side of the booth.

"JJ," You smiled, feeling your heart swell at the sight of him. You climb into the booth behind them and stepped over the barrier, claiming your own seat across JJ on the right-hand side. "Finally, you awaken from the dead."

He lets out an exhausted sigh. "That I do,"

"How's things with Sophie?" Pope pushed. You forced your smile as he looked at you briefly and then back at Pope.

"Oh- you know, same old same old," He shrugged, smiling weakly. You could tell the smile wasn't exactly reaching his eyes.

You heard a timer go off in the back. You groaned resting your forehead on the table. "Does someone want to get that for us? My legs are about to fall off."

The others looked at each other, somewhat agreeing on something silently. Something you weren't able to catch.

"Me and Sarah will get the uhm- ketchup," John B perked. Sarah stammered awkwardly beside him.

"Yeah! You- Like it with your- your fries!" They both got up from beside JJ and left the table.

"I'll get the fries!" Kiara stood beside you. "Pope,"

Pope cocked his brow at Kiara, and when Kiara strained her face and subtly tilted it in your direction you knew what was going on. You groaned internally but smiled at them nonetheless.

His face settled with realization. "Oh!- Yeah!- I'll uhm- come with you..?"

You both watched as they both left the table rapidly. You watched both pairs leave the room. You look down at your hands before trying to adjust to the newborn atmosphere that settled between the two of you.

"How have you been?" You said smiling at JJ as you picked at your nails while looking over at him. "I feel like it's been forever since we've seen each other? You're not avoiding me, are you Maybank?"

You meant it with humor, but the blonde seemed to react with anything but. He shrugged. "I've just been busy."

You strained your lips, feeling the sudden awkwardness react in your body. "You ok?"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I don't know, you've been genuinely," You shrugged a bit. “I don't know, distant...?"

You reach a hand out for his. "You just don't seem like yourself."

"I get it, but it's not really your business," He pulled back before you could reach him, placing his hands silently in his lap. “No offense."

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you closed your gaping mouth shut, confusion beginning to settle in. You did take offense to it, a lot.

"Ok, offense taken," You pushed your back against the cushion behind you, opting for the space between you two to increase. "I was just asking."

"Yeah well, I get what you feel, but I don't think it's like that at all, I've just been busy,"

"With Sophie?" You scoffed rolling your eyes as you turned your head to the side.

"What is your problem with her? Everything's fine-" He asks, brows knit in anger.

"Please JJ, I know you better than that." You cut through, eyes burning into his. "And my problem is that ever since you've gotten with Sophie, all you've become is a snob. You've shut everyone you care about out, especially me. I mea, what are you even doing with a girl like that?"

"Me? What about you?" He scoffed. "You've been acting weird since I got with Sophie."

"Because I don't like her."  You defended.

"Well, I don't believe it's just that." He shot. Your mouth clamped shut. Why were you two fighting? This was the first time you'd seen each other in weeks and the first thing he does is snap at you. "Maybe Sophie was right."

You perked your chin. "Right about what?"

"That you're being a jealous bitch." He spat.

You couldn’t contain your shock as you let out a dry laugh, raising your eyebrows with avail. You had never, and you mean ever heard JJ talk to you with such aggression.

It felt horrible. Your throat burned dry, and your heart felt heavy as the lump in your throat grew stronger. You felt like crying.

Your best friend suddenly grew this newfound aggression towards you. And you did nothing but be there for him through absolutely everything and he's still defending his 2-day old girlfriend over the person who knew how to cheer him up and to be there and comfort him when he was down, how to make him laugh and brighten up immediately.

The thought of him being so utterly oblivious angered you beyond words, and you were fed up.

"Fuck you," You spat. You hated talking to him like that. You’d only ever cursed him out once before, and it had previously been because he had stepped on your toes when you were eleven. It made him feel a pang of guilt.

You stood up abruptly and pointed at him. "I am so sick of your petty bullshit JJ, grow the fuck up."

You rushed out of the booth grabbing your bags and heading towards the door.

JJ remained quiet before getting up with a groan as he rushed behind you while you stomped out the front door. He kept calling your name but you weren't going to stop and hear him out. That was until he grabbed your arm and pulled you around causing you to let out a frustrated groan.

“Y/n, you’re overreacting!” He shot. You laughed even more, still rushing over to your car.

“Sure I am!” You shot back.

“I don’t get what the big deal is!-“

"Stop it!" You seethed through your teeth, spinning swiftly on your heel to face him. "I can't do this shit anymore JJ!"

"Do what?" He asked just as intensely.

"This-!" You gesture between the two of you. "This thing!"

You couldn't find the right words for what you were trying to say. He twisted his brows in confusion, looking at your eyes. "I have been your best friend through everything, through thick and thin and I have never once left your side!"

"I know that," He sighed.

"Then why can't you see all of the things I've given up for you and how much I actually care for you?! The second Sophie came into the picture I'm treated like some other Pogue." You yelled through the evident strain in your voice.

He watched you, eyebrows buried in concern as everything you were saying was slowly sinking into his brain. He opened his mouth to answer but nothing came out.

"Do you seriously not realize..?" Your voice became small as you looked at him through painful eyes. He took a step towards you and towered over you.

"Realize what y/n?!" He stressed back at you. "God, you're being so confusi-"

"That I'm fucking in love with you!" Your chest heaved up and down and you were seeing red. The rush of adrenaline had allowed you to spit out what you were actually feeling. He felt the wind get knocked out of him. He stared at you wide-eyed, words completely out of his mouth.

"And you failed to see that I've been here this whole time while Sophie turned you into the person we used to hate." You pushed him back. "So forget it."

"Y/n-" He tried, grabbing at your wrist.

"Im done!" Your voice wavered as you pulled your hand away from his grip. You felt your eyes burning as the sudden realization of you needing to cry settled in.

“And i’m not about to fucking cry over you-“ You pushed him away fully and turned to make your way to the car with every sane piece you felt you had, still attached to him and only him.

And he stood there realizing he should've ignored his fear a long time ago, and gone for you the second he realized he was in love with you too.

You cleared your throat as a kook wrapped his arm around your body while the heat from the fire hit your face softly.

"Yeah sorry," You shifted, pulling his arm off of you. "Not in the mood."

He scoffed and walked away, probably feeling as if his ego had been severely bruised. You look over at Kiara, nearly laughing but holding it in since he was still close enough to hear.

It had been only a few days since the whole incident with JJ and you couldn't tell how you were feeling. Somehow you've made an awfully confusing peace with the fact that you may never speak to him again in a long time, despite him being your best friend. It was still hurting you every day, and the note you two ended on hurt even more. But a side of you saw this coming when you acknowledged your feelings for him.

You sighed, resting your elbows on your knees and holding your chin in your hand. You looked up and caught a glimpse of JJ arriving at the kegger you were at.

He looked over at you and you felt your heart begin to flutter. It felt like falling for him all over again and you hated it, but you also somehow missed the feeling. You felt your throat close as you offered him a soft smile. He smiled back weakly before John B rushed to him punching his shoulder and greeting him.

You kicked a small rock, feeling more alone and more confused than ever.

"Hey," Sarah said walking over to you. "How are you holding up?"

You looked over at the blonde with a soft smile as she placed a hand on your back, rubbing comforting circles onto it.

"Any news from you know who?" She tilted her head in JJs direction. You smiled weakly shaking your head.

"Nope." You said popping the P as you sat up. Her hand fell from your back.

Sarah had always been a close friend to you since she started dating John B, and while you absolutely loved talking to Kie, you felt bad talking about JJ to another one of his closest friends.

"I'm sure it'll die down," Sarah suggested, you looked over at her and deadpanned.

"I told him I loved him."

"People sometimes.. forget..?" She gave you an awkward smile as she shrugged her shoulders. You let out a laugh and shook your head, looking out at the beach.

From the corner of your eye, you saw someone stomping their way over towards you. When you looked over and saw Sophie heading towards you and Sarah with an absolutely pissed expression plastered across your face, you cursed internally knowing you were in for it.

It still didn't shock you less when she was a few inches away from your face that she raised her hand, smacking you across the cheek. Sarah gasped beside you as people from all around you turned and things went quiet at the sound of her hand smacking against the skin of your cheek.

Your mouth fell open as your hand immediately flew to the burning sensation she left on your left cheek. You were in too much shock to give a crap about the pain. When you finally turned to look up at Sohpie, who stood with a firm stance in front of you.

"You are a two-faced bitch." She spat into your face pointing a very threatening and aggressive finger at your face. Rage began to seep into you as your senses began kicking in again.

"Okay, get your fucking finger out of my face," You said smacking her hand away from you and pushing yourself up. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"

"Y/n," Sarah mumbled as a warning while she scooched backward, still not wanting to get anywhere near the two flaming teenagers.

"Me and JJ broke up," Your eyebrows twisted in confusion. You glanced over at everyone whispering around you. "And I know that's exactly what you wanted to hear."

“How is that my problem?” You defended. You looked up at the merely taller girl. You kept a firm posture, not letting her pushing her face into your own scare you.

"You want everything to yourself and you cant keep your nose out of other people's business." She strained, teeth gritted. You clenched your fists. "You dirty ass Pogue-"

She shoved you by the shoulders roughly, nearly sending you tumbling over the log you were sitting on, but you managed to find your balance to push yourself back up. You wanted to be the more mature person in this conversation, but if this kook wanted to get her hands dirty then so did you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You pushed her back with just as much force, maybe even more as anger began to blur your vision. Everyone started chanting around you and you could hear Sarah and Kiara yelling at you to step down. Bullshit. "You ever thought that maybe he just doesn't want to be associated with a spoiled kook who looks like you?"

With the sarcastic smile plastered on your face, it was enough for her to let out a strained screech and run towards you, tackling your body over the log and onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of your body as your back slammed against the sand with her body on top of yours. She moved quickly, sitting onto your stomach as she locked you underneath her legs and nagged your face with a nasty punch to your nose.

You, however, were quicker as you reached up and grabbed her with both hands by the hair yanking her to the side with a grunt, despite the pain in your nose. Her body fell off of your own as she tried to pry your hands out of her hair with a high-pitched scream.

You flipped over, positioning yourself onto her body now, and swung two punches right into her right cheek. Just as you were about to send the third on towards her nose, someone grabbed you by the arm and yanked you off her.

You didn't need to look back to know it was John B as you kicked and fought, wanting with everything in your body to go back and show that fucking kook everything she deserves. Anger was boiling through you and you weren't able to control it.

Your heart dropped slightly when you saw JJ rush over to Sophie. You gave up underneath John Bs grip as your face fell slightly. Your brows however furrowed quickly as you shoved yourself off of John B, turning with one last glance at the couple.

"Fuck you Y/N L/N!" She screamed as you turned your back onto them. You raised a hand, flipping her off and continuing your way towards your bike.

You heard JJ shout your name, and you fumbled in your tracks, momentarily thinking of stopping and turning to him hoping by some miracle this was all a stupid nightmare. But alas, you're legs continued to carry you forward as tears threatened to spill from your sharp gaze.

Your head hurt and you could feel blood trickling down your nose and onto your lips. You huffed, determined to get the hell out of there.

"Y/N!" Sarah said as she watched you stumble as you pulled the bike up and off the floor. You felt dizzy.

"Y/N, do not get on that bike," You heard JJs voice call out. You froze, staring at the floor and eyebrows knitting together. A part of you wanted to stay, and cry and say sorry for everything you ruined by telling JJ how you actually felt, but another did not care in the slightest.

With that, you huffed getting onto the bike and riding towards the Chateau.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted through the front door of the Chateau. You rolled your eyes, continuing to clean the blood off your bloody bruised nose.

"Yes John B?" You called out from your bathroom. You heard other voices of complaints and footsteps gather into the house along with his.

You scrunched your nose, wincing in pain at the movement and cringing at the purple that surrounded your nose and the left of your right eye from the reflection of the mirror. You turned briefly as the door flew open, revealing a shaken-up John B.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He asked.

"No..?" You responded, not entirely confident in your answer. "Look, I get that you may have been worried about me or something-"

"Oh, he wasn't the one that was worried." JJ's cold voice cut through as he leaned into the doorframe. You looked at John B who sighed and raised his hands in defense, walking away and leaving the two of you be.

"What do you want?" You asked, lifting your head in the mirror and wiping the cotton underneath your nose.

"What is wrong with you?" He asks, clearly pissed.

"You drink god knows how much and then your dumbass gets on a fucking bike, ride away, alone, and-" He runs his hands through his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh, maybe even a groan at that.

"I wasn’t even that drunk, and riding with my nose in this state wasn’t that hard.” You deadpanned, clearly not giving him any attention.

“Are you done?” You asked, signing with frustration He opened his mouth to talk but stopped himself halfway. He glanced at the bathroom sink, seeing your dried blood along the white ceramic.

"Are we ever going to talk about what you said to me?"

"There's nothing to talk about." You ignored the color rising towards your cheek.

"I broke up with Sophie." You looked down. You knew, but hearing him say it with such a softness in his tone made the hairs on your neck stand.

"What does that have to do with me?” You said, still not looking towards him.

"A lot." You felt his hand rest atop of the one you used to balance yourself against the counter. Your body tensed as your gaze shifted from his hand on top of yours to his gaze. He stepped closer to you.

"The way that kook spoke and treated you made me so fucking mad," He started, looking down at your hands touching. Your lips parted as you tried to read his expression, failing completely. "And it made me realize that I was with Sophie just to try and ignore what I was actually feeling.."

"JJ," You swallowed.

“I’m not finished.” He cut through, allowing you to clamp your mouth shut. “I never acknowledged how I felt because I knew that our friendship was more important than any feelings I could begin to develop.”

He rubbed his thumb across your hand. “And then I told you how I felt…” You guessed.

“You told me how you felt,” He agreed. There was a silence, a sudden realization that hung in the air. You swallowed thickly and looked up at JJ. He stared back at you until his gaze momentarily slipped to your lips.

Suddenly, he drew his body closer to yours. He brought his hand up to your cheeks, trying to be careful with your nose. You watched him carefully.

“I love you too, invade you wanted to know.” His breath hovered and intertwined with your own before his lips fell onto yours and your knees went weak. You felt all anger and all resentment flow out of every inch of your body, being replaced with the feeling of lightness and electricity through your arms and legs.

Sure JJ had a weird way of dealing with his feelings, and so did you. You weren't direct, you were quiet. And he was probably the complete opposite, but you knew that despite everything, he belonged to you and only you.

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Beatrice keeps her eyes on her brothers as they run after the pilots, it was almost comical how both Michael and Guillermo literally stood out from the group by being so immensely tall, with an average sized Leonardo right behind. It wasn’t so bad, at first, they all worked together really nicely, avoiding being tackled just by leaping away.

That is until Guillermo remembered that he was a quarterback and he had a lot more power than most of the guys. He could trek through the others so easily, holding the ball above his head with his face so blank it was like Michael Myers decided to play. The others tried everything, jumping to grab the ball, Coyote even dug his feet into the sand only for Guillermo to just drag him forward when he walked.

It was hilarious.

And a bit worrisome.

Beatrice couldn’t sit down, she kept pacing in front of the seating area about to step in if Bradley got hurt - she didn’t think her brothers would hurt him willingly, but it was still something to think about. He seemed to be having fun, laughing and avoiding Guillermo’s huge frame by skidding to the left like she told him to do, but the ball remained in between her oldest brother’s hands.

Every once in a while, Rooster looked over to where she was just to let her know he was fine, he wanted desperately to walk over and kiss her just to prove he was okay, but he could. The game was still going and her brothers were there, well, he knew Michael and Leonardo wouldn’t mind but Guillermo was a bit of an enigma to him still.

The oldest of the Schiavoni siblings was the quiet brooding type, but he knew he always softened when it came to Bea. Even if Bradley was now accepted into the family, there were still other things he had to deal with along the way…he wondered how they’d feel once they found out they were going to live together.

She wanted to tell her parents last, but said nothing of her siblings. He didn’t know if there was a time where it’d be easier to let them know…but until then, he could handle this. They already got a place! They just had to make it public. 

They didn’t know how long they stayed there, but there was a point where Guillermo stepped out saying he was done. He put on his shirt and grabbed the keys from Michael’s pocket when his brother was distracted, telling him he’d be waiting in the car but not before he got closer to Bea and kissed her forehead, giving her the smallest yet kindest smile that dropped back to the neutral line as he nodded to the other women and walked back to the car.

Then Leonardo stepped back too, pressing two fingers on his wrist to check his heartbeat, “Fucking Christ,I’m old.”

‘You are one year older than Brad, Leo.”

Leonardo grumbled, “Yeah, don’t remind me.” he mutters, tapping his shirt free of sand before he puts on his top as well, groaning in pain when he lifts his arms, “My joints feel like granite.”

“I think you are exaggerating.” her brother just glared her way, playfully shoving her shoulder with a small smile. The male pilots were drenched with sweat, panting like old dogs that could no longer hunt while Michael was beaming, skin flushed red and just as covered with sweat, but he looked nothing like the others. He looked younger than he was, the hair he usually kept in his half bun falling in front of his eyes, “He looks happy.”

“I’m sure he does.” Leonardo groans, “I think I need some first aid.”

“Oh shush.” Beatrice playfully swats his bicep, then turns her attention to Bradley who looked downright delectable shining with sweat and flushed such a lovely red color. His chest heaved with his breathing, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but his lips immediately turned into a smile when he met her eyes. “Not too hurt,right?” 

Her question earns a soft laugh out of him, “No, not hurt at all, to be honest.” he looks back to where Michael is, putting on his shirt and buttoning as low as before, “It was really fun.” he could see those green eyes brimming with worry, even if she smiled, it was obvious she wanted to know if he was alright without asking. He smirks, “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Okay.” she replies with a sigh, nodding towards him with her hands clasped together.

Michael is all smiles, grinning so wide it’s like his head was going to get split in half with how happy he was. He clapped Leonardo’s shoulder, tugging him to his chest and earning a ‘ew your wet chest hair is all over my face!’ which the promptly decided to ignore, keeping his brother close, “That was really fun, wasn’t it Leo? Of course it was.” Leonardo rolled his eyes with a frown, seeing that his brother answered his own question, “Anyway, let’s do that again, I moved back and I think it’ll be good for the old bones to get back into sports.”

Beatrice arches one eyebrow at him, “You are a boxer, Michael…and you are forty one, you are not old.”

“Maybe, but I’m getting there.” he chuckles, a deep humming sound that comes from within his chest, “At least we’ll live close by, huh Bea? We’ll be almost neighbors.”

Oh.

Beatrice opened her mouth to speak but the words were stuck in her throat, something that Bradley noticed, placing a hand on her lower back to comfort seeing how anxious she was starting to get. Beatrice’s body relaxed once she feels his huge hand touching her back, thumb following the line of her spine soothingly, the repetitive movements helping her nervous heart ease down, “Well–”

“Oh, you moved close to their new place? That’s pretty cool!” comes Shells voice from the side, unaware that her siblings had no idea she planned on moving in with Rooster nor that they already got themselves a place to stay. Michael and Leonardo slowly turned their head to their little sister, the oldest of the two with his hands on his hips and his smile turning confused.

“Wait, moving in? I wasn’t told of that.” comes Leonardo’s voice, breaking the silence and looking over his shoulder to see if Guillermo was coming back. He wasn’t, thankfully, because that would only turn this situation a lot messier than they thought.  But both Michael and Leo were a lot more attuned with Beatrice’s feelings than their older brother, and one look at her was enough to tell him that she was very nervous to say that, “...but you don’t need my permission! You are almost thirty and no longer a child! I’m very happy for you!”

Beatrice blinks up in surprise, her worried façade melting into a relieved smile as she hears her brother’s comforting words to her. Of course Michael would be supportive, he was the…rebel of the family, he’d be all for a sudden chaos or a break in the common family chain. Leonardo’s smile…she isn’t sure if it’s because of pain or because he’s happy as well - maybe both - followed by his weak thumbs up because he couldn’t lift his arm higher than that, was heartwarming too.

Unfortunately they couldn’t stay, a short but loud horn vibrated from the front of the bar, which meant Guillermo was telling them to speed it up. Michael scoffs, muttering to himself about how he was a ‘spoilsport’ before he turns to Beatrice and kisses her forehead before messing her hair with one of his hands. She whines out a complaint, slapping his bigger hand from her head only to earn a deep chuckle, before hitting knuckles with Bradley as a goodbye.

Leonardo did the same, albeit with more groans and moans of pain, having to be escorted out of the little seating area by his older brother picking him by the shoulder and carrying him forward like a toddler. Beatrice waved them both goodbye, easing out a nervous breath she didn’t even notice she was holding, turning her head back to Rooster who had his lips tilted in a small smirk, “That wasn’t so bad.” she mutters once her brothers are both far from sight, “I expected…I don’t know what I expected.”

“Well, we both know sometimes our expectations aren’t what we end up with.” he replies casually, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as the officers behind them talked amongst themselves, “We better go back home, I need a shower. I’d hate to come back to the bar sticking with sweat.”

“Yeah, that’d be terrible.” she giggles, grabbing his hand that dropped from her lower back, interlacing their fingers together, “Penny would probably kick you out.” she whispered the last part since the bar owner was sitting just a few steps away with Pete by her side, “You know she hates when people come smelling to the bar.”

Bradley laughs softly, agreeing with her before he grabs his white tank tee he left folded on one of the seats. Both of them wave their goodbyes, the officers telling Bea to ‘invite her brothers again whenever she wanted’ and she laughs with the promise she’d do that, knowing that Michael would be more than happy to come. Leo, not so much. He’d probably be still soaking his muscles in hot water by the time they play another game.

-

She didn’t know how it happened, but she and Bradley were now walking Jolene past midnight around his neighborhood after her shift at the Hard Deck. Maybe it was because the weather wasn’t too cold that night and the heat would be dealt with by walking close to the shore, but it was very nice.

“I half expected Michael to show up at the bar.” she says as she sits on the sand, Jolene a bit ahead of them sniffing a little mound that undoubtedly had a crab inside that wasn’t stupid enough to come out, “With him here and all now, he’d be the type to surprise visit me.”

Bradley chuckles, leaning back on his hands as they watch the waves crash against the sand quite strongly, but they were at a safe distance from the ocean. “I don’t think it’d be so bad if he did, the others liked him.” he shrugs, “He’s fun, a bit crazy, but fun.”

“I know he is fun…but the crazy part is also true. My brother has the alcohol tolerance of a purebred horse, I’ve never seen someone chug so much alcohol and not be affected by it.” she mutters, bringing her knees up to her chin so she could hug her legs,  holding them close to her by clasping her wrist. But she had a smile on her face in the end, “But I love him, I know I complain about my siblings a bit but I love Mike. I’m glad he’s back.”

Not to mention that having him back meant she’d have more help when it comes to getting a new car. Her father knew cars like the back of his hand, but his knowledge of modern vehicles was limited and his interest wasn’t really the best, preferring everything before her birth and backwards. Michael however, was the one that knew everything about cars and motorcycles, not that she’d get a motorcycle but it’s good to have that type of knowledge.

Silence takes over them after a while, the wind hitting their faces and Beatrice lowering her lips to prevent them from getting dry,”You know,” she begins, shaking her head with a smile, “I’ve been thinking about it and…I mean,I…” shr shrugs, still trying to find her words, “A lot has happened before I turned thirty. And…I don’t know I guess it’s more than I ever expected.” he turns his head towards her in questioning and Beatrice drops her hand to the sand to draw with her fingernail, “I think the main one is well,I met you.”

She looks at him with her face red, seeing his lips curl up into a pleased smile, “And ever since then, I guess…my life took a turn for the better. I was really stagnant,Roos. I was part of a routine that never changed: wake up, have breakfast, take Jolene on a walk, get back, do yoga, spend, I don't know how long, worrying about stuff, go to the bar, repeat. I don’t regret it, it wasn’t a bad type of routine it was just…you know? The usual thing every day. And probably wallow in my own self pity and anxiety until I could no longer understand what was reality and what was a figment of my imagination.” 

Bradley hums, scooting closer to her so their shoulders touch, grabbing the hand that was currently drawing on the send to lift to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a smile. “Well, you know when it’s real or not now, right?” her cheeks redden but she nodded. He looks down at her fingers, especifically her ring finger with interest, rubbing its length with his thumb much to Beatrice’s obliviousness. He knew it was dumb, but he was trying to figure out her size with his own fingers - which were bigger than hers by a good amount.

He couldn’t get to the jewelry box she keeps in her room to check for other rings, so he was improvising right now. Beatrice didn’t stop him, she just leaned her head on his shoulder as both watched the waves.

“You know what makes me really excited about all this?” she asks, enjoying the caressing to her fingers with a smile, “We have similar decoration styles.”

He stops, furrows his eyebrows then relaxes them with the realization, “Wow, we do. I never noticed.” Of course Beatrice had the pop culture mixed in, which he doesn’t mind but their whole ‘aesthetic’ per se was very minimalist and neutral colored, modern too. “I guess that makes it easier for us to figure out how to arrange the house how we like it.”

God they had a house. Fair, it was rented but they had a house. He was now slowly starting to notice that this was a real deal, that Beatrice and him were going to really live together. He knew there were things that he couldn’t control, like whenever he was deployed - which thankfully there were no talks about it yet- and she’d be pretty much alone in their house with Jolene. And while Jolene was a pitbull, she was never aggressive, she was actually a bit of a scaredy cat most of the time.

But that could wait until they moved in, he didn’t want to think about being deployed now, fearing that just thinking about it would make it happen sooner than later. It was his job but that didn’t mean he wanted it to happen before they moved in and she had to do everything alone. God he hoped it’d take a little while longer for him to actually go.

“Yeah, and there are rooms in the house where we can put one of the couches. And we have a guest room too.” she explains, breaking him out of his worried thoughts, “So we can put one of the beds. I think we’ll use the space really nicely, don’t you?”

“Well it is a lot of space.” he chuckles, “I think we’ll do good.”

“Yeah.” she whispers, her head lifting from his shoulder with her lips forming an ‘oh!’ “Oh, so I was thinking, for my birthday,” he slowly turns his head towards her, arching one eyebrow, “Maybe we can go karaoke and go eat out somewhere! What do you think? We can invite some people too.”

Bradley tries his best to keep his face neutral, pursing his lips with a nod “I think I can do that.” He hopes she couldn’t see in his face how he already had everything planned, settled and ready to go for next week. Thank God for Evelyn’s amazing organization skills, because neither he or Shells would be able to pull half of the things she did. She had a whole file where she put down everything needed for Beatrice’s surprise birthday party, “I don’t see why not.” Her brilliant smile was enough to make his heart turn into goo, she looked so happy just by the thought of having their friends and himself on a little get together.

Oh if only she knew what was going to happen, “I mean, I could ask some of my family members to come too. My parents wouldn’t join, they aren’t very…tech savvy, but Michael,Leo and Cyn would.” he hums, agreeing with her, keeping in mind to send them a message before he forgot, “But it’ll be fun!”

“Of course it will, we are going to celebrate you.” he replies smoothly just so her cheeks turned crimson and her eyes softened as she looked at him. When the wind started to pick up, Jolene rushed to their side and launched herself in between them, curling against their bodies trying to shield herself from the wind, “I think it’s better if go back,” he says already pushing himself upwards, helping Beatrice up and smiling down at the pittie who remained in between the two “Jojo is ready to leave.”

“Howling wind does make her a bit nervous, come here baby.” she coos, picking the dog up so she could carry her like an actual child, with Jolene’s huge head nestled on the curve of Beatrice’s shoulder. She follows Brad to the Bronco, still holding Jolene tight to herself but blinks when she feels the furs on her back suddenly stand to an end, “Jojo?” the dog’s head is directed somewhere else, her throat vibrating in a quiet growl that makes both of them stop and look at her, “Jojo, what’s the matter? Maybe there’s a cat.” Beatrice answers Bradley’s confused stare.

Both of them jump at a loud bark breaking the silence, something that Jolene never does and that makes both of the humans with her stare into the darkest part of the street. Rooster’s narrowed eyes try to see something, anything, but it was too dark for him to see, so he steps in front of Beatrice in hopes he could have any idea why Jolene suddenly got mad. He hears Beatrice gently calming Jolene down, the low growling still present which meant that whatever was bothering her was still in the direction they were all looking at, “Brad?” Beatrice’s soft voice calls, which promptly makes him hold a hand back for her to be quiet for a bit, moving his eyes around but not being able to see anything.

There is a noise from beyond, the clatter of a trash can’s lid falling to the ground making Jolene bark one more time, except this time Bradley can see what was actually bothering her: a raccoon. “Oh my God,” Beatrice heaves out a sigh, watching the small animal scurry away from there and disappear into the night “God that scared me.” Jolene ‘boofed’ towards the gray critter in warning, “It was just a raccoon, Jojo, it’s all good.”

Bur Bradley wasn’t convinced. He didn’t know why but his eyes remained in the same direction, Jolene wouldn’t bark even for squirrels, why would she bark for a raccoon? He was starting to get the same feeling from when Damon was not following them. Something in him was on high alert, something in him got closer to Beatrice, gently ushering her to the car with his narrowed gaze back to the dark area. If there was someone there, a mugger or something of the sort, they didn’t step closer.

Unless it was, God forbid, Chloe…but she already fucked her career enough, she wouldn’t try to pull any bullshit like that. He hesitated on going back, only moving when Beatrice calls him and he walks to the driver’s side with his eyes still on the same direction, getting into the car to see Beatrice looking back as well, since Jolene supported her huge head on the top of the back seat, “Do you think there’s something else there?”

He kept his eyes on the rear view mirror, trying to see if there was something moving or any light that would turn on the second they got to the car, but there wasn’t, “I don’t know, maybe there’s more raccoons. I can’t be sure.” 

“A person?”

Bradley inhales, turning the car on, “I’m not sure, baby.” if there was, they were really well hidden in there, so well hidden he couldn’t see anything, “It is past midnight, strange people roam around this time. Can’t be too careful.” she agrees, leaning back against the seat to sigh softly, placing her interlaced hands on top of her thighs. While still a bit nervous by Jolene’s sudden aggressive behavior to whatever it was hidden in the dark, they managed to get back to his apartment safely.

Beatrice chews her lower lip once inside, running her hands through her hair as she thinks about what just happened minutes ago. It was strange, and a bit scary, but neither of them were hurt so that’s always good. She sighs, kicking off her sneakers and putting her bag on the coat hanger before she meets Bradley in the kitchen, pushing herself to sit on the counter top as he pours himself some water, offering a glass to her, “Thanks.” she murmurs, sipping the cool drink slowly, swinging her feet back and forth.

“You are welcome.” he says back, kissing her cheek and leaning his lower back on the counter’s edge, trying to ease his mind from what happened by thinking of anything but Jolene’s weird behavior, “So, when do you want to check the car out?”

“I’ve looked some stuff up and probably on monday.” she says, holding the glass with both hands, “I can ask Mike to help me out, so you don’t have to worry. He’s really good with cars and whatnot…and well, he has a lot of experience with cars and motorbikes and such.” she shrugs, giving him a small smile, “And well, yeah,I think that’d be good.”

“I’m okay with that,” the pilot replies with a little smile, drinking his own water slowly, “It’ll be a long week, but I’ll be calm enough for your birthday on Saturday.” he grins, kissing her forehead when she gave him a thankful smile, dropping his lips to the tip of her nose then her mouth, “I think around…eight would be a good time to go, huh?” not because that was the scheduled time Evelyn managed to get them, but Bea didn’t have to know that.

“I think so! It’s usually open around seven, so yeah!It’ll be fine!” she grins, still swinging her feet, “Did you ever go to a karaoke bar?”

Bradley chuckles, “Have I? Yes, absolutely.”

“And what’s your go to song?” she asks with genuine interest, placing the empty glass in the sink, “Any Jerry Lee Lewis ones?”

“While I love his music, very few karaoke bars have them.I had a bit of everything, and I’m not telling you yet, it’ll be a surprise when we go there.” he finishes his sentence by taking a slow sip of his water.

Beatrice stares at him for a while, her smile widening, “It’s Backstreet Boys isn’t it?” he chokes, placing a hand under his chin to hold back the dribble as he tries to calm down his shocked coughing. He didn’t know how she figured out so easily, he wasn’t exactly ashamed of liking Backstreet Boys, they were a good band, but it wasn’t something he shared with everyone, “I’ve heard you humming to I Want it That Way one time in the shower when you thought I was asleep. It was really cute, Roos.”

Bradley licks his lips and wipes his chin, his coughing diminishing until it is finally gone, “It’s a good song.” she just giggles, mentioning it was cute no matter what and Bradley’s cheeks warm up just a bit, just enough for him to look away. He honestly preferred them to think about him singing Backstreet Boys by the top of his lungs than what happened close to the beach hours before. “What about you, what is your favorite song?”

Beatrice shrugs, “I don’t have one. I think. I can never really choose, I get a bit…over excited when I see the options.” 

“I thought you were going to say Great Balls of Fire but,” he shrugs, with a little pout, looking away from her, “I’m not hurt by it.” Beatrice laughs, which in turn makes his lips quirk up in a smile as he steps closer to her, her legs parting so accommodate him better, “But seeing you singing it was really good for me.” he mutters with his lips on hers.

Beatrice however, blinked, her lips just brushing his as her head recoiled in surprise, “Where did you see me singing it?”

“Shells sent me the video when you guys went there, when I was deployed.” Beatrice’s face slowly lost color, little by little the usual light peach coloring turned lighter and lighter, “It was really cute, you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“Oh my God, that’s why she was recording!! She just said to keep it for prosperity!!” she covers her face with both hands, whining into her palms, “That’s so–”

“Cute and adorable and probably sexy too since it’s you we are talking about.” he smiles, hugging her shoulders when her forehead pressed on his chest, “You know it is. And you know I loved seeing you singing it.” Beatrice whines again on his shirt, her face so hot he could feel it through his top, “And you can sing it again at a…later time…when we are alone and less clothed.”

Her swat to his arm was light but enough to sting a bit, lifting her head just enough to glare at him playfully,”You are terrible.” she’s still blushing a violent shade of red “But I’ll consider.” she yelps out in surprise when he picks her up by the legs, laughing when he travels all the way back to his room, kicking the door behind him.

[sashi-ya]

Hello! Can I have sfw Ulquiorra x Fem reader with the prompt fly me to the moon? Thanks!

Hi!! Of course! It is the first time I wrote for him, so I really hope you enjoy. It's been an emotional trip to write this mainly cause it's filled by pure angst and meaningful phrases. Thank u for requesting! 🌙

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

Ulquiorra x F! Reader ~ Fly Me To The Moon

tw: Pls don't be harsh on me, this is the first time I write for him. Based on Ulquiorra's origins story found on Bleach Unmasked 3. HIGHLY ANGSTY. Hueco Mundo AU. Reader is an Arrancar at Las Noches. MENTIONS OF DEATH AND WANTING TO BE KILLED, read carefully!

wc: 1.9K

None of you are sure exactly how and why you were born. He was born alone, you were too. In the same solitude, no mouth, only eyes.

Both of you wandered alone for a long time through an endless land of white sand. A moon and an everlasting night above your heads. There was no need to eat, no need to feel. Your whole body was white and cold, and a little hollow formed in your chest. His chest was also garnished by that black void instead of a heart.

You found a tree. A tree with a hollow. “What a perfect place to rest, to bury myself in, to melt and stop existing… If I don’t see, it doesn’t exist” you thought. You crawled inside, but it was warm. It was warm and it didn’t feel wrong. There were wings inside. “What are those?” you asked yourself, realizing indeed there was another one like you inside.

At first, he attacked you. Black, sharp claws lingered over your neck. But they didn’t hurt you. Instead, that creature of emerald eyes walked away until it buried himself inside that hollow completely.

You don’t know how much time you’ve spent sitting there. Not far, yet not close to that tree. The creature didn’t need you close, but you couldn’t walk away from there.

Until Aizen-sama found you. And him. And now, you live in Las Noches…

Ulquiorra is the Cuarta Espada. He is powerful as hell and an extreme nihilist. You, just a collaborator that runs errands around Las Noches. You are not a fracción. He didn’t want any…

“Ulquiorra-sama, your tea” you inform him. You can’t see his face; he is usually sitting on one of his big white couches reading about “humans”. Ever since he learned the existence of those creatures he became obsessed. “Thanks, onna” he mumbles, swiping the pages of an old book.

You nod and serve him the tea, yet you know he won’t turn around for you… “I just wanted to see your emerald eyes” you mumble, realizing those words came out aloud. You widen your eyes and stand still in the same spot for about a couple of seconds before the best idea you got was to simply run away.

“You… what do you mean with emerald eyes?” he asks, standing up. Hands on his pockets, slowly walking up to you. You swallow, because not only Ulquiorra has ever made you feel weird, but also you are afraid of his powers. “I asked you a question, onna. What is that?” he insists. You let the white cup over the tray and take a deep breath. How to explain to the king of nihilism the meaning of a metaphor. “Uh… it’s just that there is a stone called Emerald, and it’s green as your eyes” you give a quick explanation, hoping for him to get it.

“I see…” he mumbles, yet suddenly his face turns from a sad frown to a serious one. His green irises flash, something is on his radar; Ulquiorra has one of the best pesquisas you have ever seen. He walks away from the room all of a sudden, using his sonido. That would only mean something, intruders, enemies, bastards who would like to attempt against Hueco Mundo and his adored Aizen-sama.

You follow him, of course guided by the intense reiatsu he always emanates. Probably Ulquiorra doesn’t want you near, but you still go. You were born closer to him, you want to learn to be strong like him, you want to be next to him.

The enemies, shinigamis. Insanely strong, so damn strong that even he becomes a little startled at such power. The sky above you, blue, with that artificial sun that Aizen created for you all, breaks as he goes through it. You gasp. “Ulquiorra-sama… you are going to free your sword?” you ask yourself, sure that -even if you are not as barely strong as he is- you might have to help him. What a naive creature you are.

A set of black wings sprout from your back, you are an Arrancar just like him, a bat one to be precise. His spiritual pressure grows stronger and feels heavy on your chest. “He is going seriously this time” you think while flying through the hole he made in the sky.

You watch him stand on one of the towers of Las Noches like a God, like the magnificent embodiment of something sacred. His soft deep voice pronounces a couple of words that make you feel your blood whooshing in your ears.

“Enclose, Murcielago”

His spiritual pressure surrounds you all, green rain falls over your and the shinigamis skins and the rest of the place. “That’s his resurrection form” you moan, amazed by the drops of his reiatsu bathing your body and the new form he is taking. Majestic hybrid, he flies like a bat with beautiful black wings and is still dressed in white. His hand holds green energy javelins, terrible weapons.

You move all of a sudden, as you sense the sharp edge of a zanpakuto graze your mask and hurt your wings. It hurts, you feel excruciating pain. Those edges burn like hell. Your quick reaction and cero works to kill that Shinigami who dared to hurt you, but as you fall on your knees over the roof of Las Noches, you hear the only voice you could hear.

"Resurrección, Segunda Etapa"

"S…segunda Etapa?!" you open your eyes. No Espada is able to do more than one, but he does?. And how beautiful that second form is, long ears, longer black hair, arms, and legs, a long tail he uses as a whip, claws so sharp… though his hole gets bigger, so big. And it looks like it’s bleeding, and it’s probably so painful. “Are you… ok?” you whisper, of course he wouldn’t hear you from there.

Oh but he does.

His emerald, now with a yellow halo, eyes fix on yours. Mesmerizing intensity, locked in your eyes. His instrument in which he only trusts scans your presence and with his Cero Oscuras he kills his last opponent with heartless intention. The dead Shinigami falls to the ground, and Ulquiorra pants. His chest goes up and down, he is losing his cool and you don’t really get why.

You swallow. He flies up to you, his tears have become bigger and darker over his pale countenance. A huge green javelin forms in between his two hands. It’s bigger than before, it has arrows on each point.

You fall back to the cold embrace of white sand, shining with the moonlight above you. “He has come to kill me” you realize and shut your eyes, awaiting for the final blow.

“Why are you here?” he asks, while his long black strands of hair fly with the soft breeze of Hueco Mundo. Or maybe it’s just his spiritual pressure. “I just… thought you may need help” you whisper, feeling your eyes get watery. “Help? Why would someone help me? It’s just me, alone. Just me. If I die, it’s because I’m not strong enough”.

“I know I’m not strong enough… I’m so sorry, Ulquiorra-sama. Though you are amazing, you have a second form? You are unique” you tell him, with your hands covering your hollowed chest.

The "Lanza del Relámpago" he holds in his hands ends up buried in the sand right next to your cheek. “Only… Aizen-sama is allowed to see my Segunda Etapa. And now you’ve ruined this” he shouts, showing emotions you thought he would ever show. He unearths the burning green lance and directs it towards your face. The glowing shimmer of it blurs your vision, and it feels heavy but warm, just like his wings before Aizen found you two.

You know he is about to kill you; he is a Vasto Lorde, he can do it and he will… and you simply accept your faith. Nothing ever had a meaning after all, just as he said. You feel empty, he rejected you so many times.

“Ulquiorra-sama, it’s ok. End my suffering. End my emptiness” you whisper, allowing the hot spear to come closer to your forehead and letting your arms fall from your hollowed chest to each side of your body.

“What are you saying? Emptiness?” he asks, because Ulquiorra has always been curious. “I just wish to come back to the hole where we were buried. To not be. To disappear” you confess, smiling softly this time looking straight into his eyes with an aura of green shine. His eyes turn back to his emerald colour, his tears become green again. “Why is your desire to die?”

“Because you don’t want me here. Since the moment I was born, I thought of being next to you. I wanted to get stronger next to you. I wanted to feel the same warmth I felt while I, even for a couple of moments, rested on your wings… you didn’t kill me back then, Ulquiorra-sama, so I thought… I simply thought you wanted me closer… but now I see, now I finally understand, you will never want me close. And the void, the solitude, the pain of this hollow chest is unbearable. End it all, let me live in a total nothingness”

The spear vanishes in little lights that look like fireflies. The moon now has your attention. Ulquiorra looks down on you, he sighs, but his countenance shows the traces of having understood something. “Onna… Do you really lust to be next to me? And if you don’t you prefer to stop existing? You are telling me your life has a purpose after all?”

“I lust everything about you, Ulquiorra-sama”

His claws barely graze your hands, he helps you stand up. “Come with me” he says, pulling you closer to his cold chest. You look up at him, with real tears in your eyes. Yet, what are these? Why are my eyes wet? Only Hallibel-sama is able to produce water…

Your wings are way too damaged to fly, but he doesn’t care. “Hold on tight” he commands, and you comply. Your arms hug his tiny waist, and it feels just like when he was nearly born and you, a little hollow.

He flies through that endless, velvety dark sky. The moon seems closer and closer as he goes up and further. The silver shine reflects on his pale, almost white skin. There is no beating on his chest, but you could feel his reiatsu flow into yours.

A magic ride, it feels like he is taking you to the moon. Is this what humans call “love”?

And you watch Las Noches be left behind until both of you get to a certain place. Ulquiorra is absolutely delicate to leave you on the ground and as he does you watch him face the moon. “How beautiful, isn’t it? I used to lust for his light” he mumbles as his body returns to his usual form.

You do the same, not looking at the moon, but at his jaw while he looks up to the sky. “You have your own light, Ulquiorra-sama” you think, because you felt as if you didn’t have a mouth. “Come with me” he orders, pulling you by your hand.

A few meters away you found a place you shouldn’t be able to remember, but you do very well… that hollow where you both met for the first time, was still there.

“Let’s go inside, I don’t wanna see. I wanna feel. The things reflected in my eyes had no meaning, but now, I don’t need to see to find one��

“Ulquiorra-sama…” you gasp, entering with him, letting the darkness take over, to give you peace, to let you feel his cold skin against yours, to build from nothingness, from emptiness, a whole ~

[chaos0pikachu]

This is pretty close to how I feel. Like, the show is digging into flawed chars in their early to mid-20s who are navigating sex and relationships (badly). Nothing so far has been totally out of pocket to me - except Nick bugging Boston's care that shit was wild lmao - b/c I remember me and my friends being in our 20s and uh, doing shit ya know shit be happening.

Boston's relationship with Nick does add an interesting layer to his character as it shows that Boston - like you said in your tags - isn't a sociopath (no matter that ppl are out here saying he's a PREDATOR the fuck can we not call openly sexual gay men predators pls I hear that enough on the US news and from my gov officials thanks) he's a bad friend, an asshole at worst but I do think he's genuine with Nick. Not just in terms of being open with him that he doesn't want a relationship but in helping Nick move, or calling Nick cute or pretty b/c Nick told him he had self-esteem issues growing up. I don't think Boston is being manipulative in these moments.

Like, okay I don't fuck with Top and I'm consistently baffled that people aren't seeing how manipulative and fuckboi-esque he is as a character (same with Ray tbh). That said, I don't think Top was being dishonest with Mew about his past trauma. What I like so far about the show is these characters have legitimate flaws. And not what I call 'likable flaws' either like Mew being naïve is a char flaw but it's a 'likable' one.

I can feel bad for Nick - and I do! - for wanting more from somebody who has openly said they don't, and still think bugging said person's car and then getting upset he fucked someone else when y'all are monogamous is hilariously bonkers and bad. It makes Nick a more interesting character and the overall story way more interesting.

Characters like Top, Ray, Nick, and Boston have legitimate flaws which makes the story way more interesting (rip Sand/Ray I am just struggling so hard to care about y'all I didn't watch The Eclipse) like the show is slated for what 12 episodes at least? There's still a lot of ground to cover and (hopefully cause you never know with gmmtv shows) it stays consistent in quality and takes some genuine risks

I'm so invested in Boston and Nick's relationship.

Nick isn't an innocent victim of Boston's manipulation. He clearly knew who Boston was before they even met. He knew they were the same year and was disappointed Boston didn't know that. So he had to have known Boston doesn't do relationships. He's also been out here violating boundaries, at the bare minimum, left and right. Boston didn't send him his nudes, he left his phone at a repair shop and got his privacy violated. Then Nick put his own nudes on his phone. Just because it worked didn't mean it wasn't a massive red flag. Bugging the car is batshit insane because at no point has Boston even hinted at them being monogamous, yet Nick is out here bugging his car and hurting his own feelings? Baby please.

In Boston's defense, Nick is really the only person he hasn't lied to. Even the ~mixed signals~ only happened because Nick kept asking the same question because he didn't like Boston's answer. No shit Boston finally just said "yeah maybe" and "call us what you want" to the same question that's been asked for almost three months. He's also the only one Boston seems to actually like hanging out with. He legit helped him move into his new apartment with no elevator. How Boston is treating Nick is a fun layer to his character because he's not been shown to act this way with anyone else.

Boston is an unrepentant asshole and Nick is batshit insane. I CANNOT wait for the bomb that is their relationship explode and take out everyone around them.

[keimisan]

MAL 1K EVENT 1K EVENT 1K EVENT SOTRUE!! can i pls request fluff + i can just watch u dance all night / and you would never let me down (crush by duckwrth) + i'm an ambivert,, very lazy,, i have a few close friends but i know a lot of people ifykwim? i get along with people well but that doesn't mean i like them. i can be condescending and blunt LOL but i mean well,, and if i were to be shipwrecked i'd like. idk write SAVE US on the beach and then nap. wouldn't get thaaat flustered bc im with the supposed loml but it would be a nice distraction ,, an animal i like would defo be cats (basic but yes) ,, i don't mind a lot of affection, makes me feel nice <3 this is such a smart event wtf

HGCGJBH pls you're so funny i laughed reading this.

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x gn!reader

wc: 574

a/n: well, I don't really like how I presented it, I feel like it could've been way better, not my best actually. but I tried T.T (repost because tags didn't work i hate tumblr)

I headcanon that chifuyu has a whole crush on you, and shares the same brain cell as you. we already know his type because boy likes his baji-san a lot, so he'd probably be really infatuated with you as well. Not to mention, cats!! you'd write save me on the sand and boy will take out a money reciept from his pocket, write save us with coal and stuff it into a glass bottle, then drop it in the sea.

and yes you'll have your long drive date with him and peke j. enjoy.

my initial thought was draken because you really need a responsible s/o because pls don't nap like that on an island. but I'm not generous sooooo ;)

a kitschy series of rock music blasts from your speakers at full volume; the lyrics are incoherent and majority just words and letters within screams and insane electric guitar music. but somehow, it plunges straight into your vampire heart like a wooden stake and has you jumping on the bed with enthusiasm, rather uninvitingly.

but honestly, you’re too immersed into yourself and too unruffled to care.

so you don’t really notice the blonde haired boy on the other side of your window, clutching onto his stomach with the ugliest laugh he could muster. that is until the song halts and the speakers blast your similarly flamboyant ringtone instead, notifying you of a call.

chifuyu peers at you from the other building, holding his phone close to his ear as he stifles another batch of chortle. he speaks right when you stomp down the bed and pick up, “peke j was terrified so i came to see.”

he watches you instantly pivot towards your window, “there’s something called privacy dude,” you utter.

“and there’s something called curtains.”

chifuyu takes amusement in watching your face contort into one of hilarity, and despite your apparent annoyance with the boy, his eyes shine just like always, just like he’s totally in love with you.

“do i really have to hide myself from you,” you deadpan, allowing him to chuckle for the umpteenth time.

“chill out, it’s a great source of entertainment.”

you end up abandoning the cruel mien of scowls and snickers, smirking at him with perpetual triumph instead, “your life would he so dull without me huh? who else is going to dance this beautifully?”

chifuyu struggles to maintain an expressionless face, with a few tickles of laughter bubbling at the end of his stomach because absolutely, no one else is going to dance so gracefully on incomprehensible music at the crack of night, “— absolutely no one. not everyone has a talent of breaking their limbs this professionally.”

your face takes a one eighty degrees turn, eternal annoyance taking a leap on your lips yet again. you menacingly walk towards him, summoning a squint of your eyes, “go read your manga.”

although you knew that he wasn’t being serious, your figure still sneaks out and begins walking towards the bed, without shutting the window or pulling the curtains. chifuyu takes this as a chance and straightens up, “hey!” he yells.

your head turns back and you stare at him with utter boredom. but it’s a different kind of feeling when chifuyu doesn’t smile with mischief, instead there’s a genuine spark of allure in his eyes. and then he leans on his window sill, “i could watch you dance all night and,”

“you’d never let me down.”

there came his stupid stupid grin that never failed to melt your resolve.

and your stupid stupid smile that never failed to skip that one beat of his heart.

tagging: @sxlver-sweet @isuuki @smilingnekos @sscarchiyo+ taglist info on my navi

[dabisqueen]

REDEMPTION PT.5

Shōto x Reader, Dabi x Reader (brother's rivalry)

Pt. 5 of 6

Word Count: roughly 2K

Synopsis: You are quirkless, nevertheless Shōto Todoroki falls in love with you. And you for him. That is, until Dabi steps between you both

Warnings: 18+, smut, angst, hurt but also a lot of comfort, bondage, some physical abuse, alcohol abuse, smoking, sexual assault, some violence, noncon, unprotected sex (pls be smarter in real life and protect), oral sex, creampie, roughish sex, kidnapping, quirk use, yandere behavior, mildly toxic relationship, pregnancy (oops, spoiler alert!)

I’m terrible at trigger warnings (TWs) so please let me know if I should add some or mine are inaccurate

>> MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! <<

Pt.4 / Pt.6

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As the hours passed by and the sun was starting to color the sky with a dooming evening red, Shōto still hadn't shown up and I started to get anxious. Something really bad must have happened and desparation started to grow inside me. Lost in my thoughts, I hardly noticed the trees starting to rustle as the wind suddenly picked up, making the branches sway, tearing off green leaves. Sand and dust whirled up from the ground, my hand moved up to cover my eyes and I coughed. Just as the wind was the strongest, I heard a loud thump and it subsided. I slowly lowered my hand, still coughing slightly as I heard a voice asking “Ya waiting for Shōto, babybird?“

Hawks was standing in front of me, his gracious red wings just folding behind his back. He strode towards me, hands in his pockets, not waiting for an answer, “He got held up across town.“ Stopping in front of me he noticed my confused expression and a soft smile started forming in his face as he bent forward, cupping my face with his hands. His golden eyes locked with mine as he alluringly cood "Look birdie, he wants you to come back tomorrow. Please be a good girl and go home for now. "

"I- I can't!” My eyes widened with panic, begging, "I really can't." Hesitating, I fidgeted my hands, wide eyes cooing up to his. "Please... can’t you take me to him?"

He cocked his head and purred, "Are you sure sweety?" I nodded and he raised both his shoulders for s second, staring off into the sky.

"Didn't say I couldn’t bring you,” turning his ember gaze towards me again “And can't say no to such a pretty little thing like you now, can I" he flashed me a cocky smile.

"Please be careful," and placed a hand on my roundness, his gaze following mine.

"Awh, got a little chick in there... I'll be careful, princess, I promise," winking at me.

He gently lifted me up with his strong arms, our faces now level as his red wings extended gracefully. I could feel the warmth of this breath against my face and suddenly he bent forward to steal a kiss from my plush lips. "For good luck, gorgeous.'' My protests were cut off as he took off, soaring upwards with a single stroke of his wings. I yelped and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my head into his warm chest as we started flying over the city.

There was only the sound of the wind and the flutter of his wings as we flew further and further. Thundering rumbles, coming from ahead, were getting louder by the minute. Hawks finally slowed down and started to descend, gently putting me on the ground as we landed. At once a deafening roar engulfed us and I felt myself being wrapped in Hawks wings and whirled around.

He cussed, his eyes filled with concern, "Are you ok, birdie?" I nodded. "Ok, you stay here, don't get any closer," he glanced over his shoulder, making sure that there was no imminent danger as he lifted his wings to let go of me, "I need to go back helping the others, been already gone too long." I stumbled away and took in the scene in front of us. We stood at the side of a huge old area, abandoned houses and buildings surrounding it. In the distance I could make out a battleground, heroes fighting villains. The ground was burned and charred, piles of rubble spilled everywhere. The air reeked of smoke, fire and burned flesh, a scene coming straight out of hell. As I stared off into the field, I suddenly saw a familiar blue light starting to flicker and billow into a huge, singing hot blast with a thunderous roar. Just as fast as the blast came to life, a gigantic wall of ice formed and crashed against it, meeting the flames in a loud detonation. It just took a second to realize what was going on.

I muttered "No…" and stumbled forward.

"Hey birdie, What ya think ya doing?'' Hawks yelled and reached out for me. I dodged his hand and started running towards where I could now make out Shōto and Dabi facing each other.

"No! " I started screaming, running as fast as I could, as Hawks let out an array of curses behind me. With a single stroke of his wings he was beside me, grabbed me by my arm and janked me around. I started kicking and screaming in desperation as he tried to pull me back. In front of us, a huge blue blast was again encountered by a wall of ice. The shock wave of both elements clashing hit us both with utter might and hurled us against a pile of rubble. The sheer force of the impact had my mind going blank momentarily and I gasped for air. Slowly coming to, I scrambled to my feet. I had landed right on Hawks, who was moaning, unconscious. I could see a trickle of blood running down his temple, where his head had hit a rock.

I turned around and ran towards Dabi, coat hanging in burned rags from his shoulders, covered in blood and dust. Raising his arm again, he was about to shoot another blast towards Shōto as I cried out "Dabi, Shōto, stop!'' They both froze, turning their heads towards me. I came to a halt in between them.

"Dabi please, don't do this. Brothers don't kill each other." I pleaded.

Shōtos eyes darted between me and Dabi, breathless, staring in disbelief. Dabi looked at me, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

"Please..." I begged, "please stop."

There was something in his cerulean eyes that gave me hope - a flickering light, fragile like a frail flower in the summer wind. The world around us disappeared, the noice faded as he slowly reached out towards me with a shaking hand, as if wanting to touch me. His gaze met mine, I could see him struggle, his face, pale and beautiful, was torn with indecision. A moment I knew only lasted a second, felt as though it lasted a lifetime.

“Toya, I… we need you!" I breathed.

Time seemed to stand still as he stood there looking at me. A thin drop of blood started forming below the purple gnarled skin of his eye, slowly trickling down his cheek.

His face cringed as he slowly lowered his gaze. Silence engulfed us and after a few moments I heard him whisper the words "No. Tōya is dead." All blood drained from my face as his beautiful lips slowly distorted into a wide grimace. He threw his head back. his shrill cackles filling the air, hurt, pain and anger taking over as he screamed out loud "And you broke a rule again!" With that, Dabi swung both his arms towards me, blue flames forming a huge blaze billowing towards me.

“Tōya!” I cried out, my eyes glistening in the blue light, as I felt the heat racing towards me at incredible speed. Time came to a sluggish halt as I stood frozen in shock.

At once I felt a cold breeze ruffle my hair and next a deafening crack cut the air as a huge mountain of ice built up in front of me, halting the heat of blue flames. Over the ear-splitting sound of the elements clashing and exploding, I fell to the rumbling ground, flying splinters of ice lacerating my skin. My ears still ringing, I looked up and saw Shōto, the usual serenity in his face replaced by hurt and despair. His right arm stretched out, completely covered in frost, shooting out gigantic shards of ice, protecting me from Dabis flames. His eyes darted to me, laying on the floor, bleeding and then his brother, who was still laughing hysterically, continuing to shoot off blue flames at me. His face contorted with emotional pain as he slowly raised his left hand, a blinding gleam starting to form in it.

With a desperate painful cry deep from his body a gigantic glaring ray shot out of his palm, speeding towards Dabi, catching him off guard. It catapulted the villain through the air and smashing him into a concrete wall, engulfing him in a cloud of smoke, dust and rubble.

I felt paralyzed as I watched the scene before me. Shōto stood there, panting heavily. Arms still stretched out, ice and fire subsided as he swayed, trembling, tears running down his pain-contorted face. My mind still dazed, I forced my weak body up and stumbled towards the crash site, frantically calling out Dabis' name. I saw a body laying in the rubble and ran towards it. As I neared I could see Dabi, a gaping hole ripped in the side of his body, where Shōtos' beam had hit him. Blood oozed out of his fatal wound and my mind went dizzy, nausea creeping up my core.

Concentrating on Dabis beautiful scarred face, I softly called out his name, kneeling down by his side. His cerulean eyes slowly opened and he looked at me. I cupped his face in my hands and I choked out a sobbing cry "Dabi...”

A faint smile formed in his face, a serene expression slowly spreading across it. "Call me… please call me Tōya," he whispered, a thin line of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "And don't… " he wheezed, "don't look at it, doll. It is ok. It doesn't hurt that much."

My body shook as I cried out, cradling him in my arms. All the while, Shōto stood petrified, unable to move, staring at us. He kept whispering Tōyas name, his eyes flat, face impassive. Shivering, I leaned down to kiss Tōya tenderly on his soft lips, closing my eyes and stroking his face, his charred skin, "Tōya, please don't leave me…"

He let out a sigh, as his weak gaze went up to mine "Baby, don't worry…" a gurgling sound coming from his lips, "and thank you. You, you saved me. Tell Shōto, I am sorry - and tell him...", his gaze wandered to my roundness but stopped halfway as his eyes started to dull over. He uttered one last breath, his body going limp in my embrace, his beautiful azure eyes closing on me forever. The world turned upside down as I wailed out his name, pressing his limp body against mine, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. I swayed back and forth, rocking his lifeless body with mine when I felt Shōto dropping to his knees next to me. He pulled Tōya and me in a tight embrace as we both cried, rocking our bodies back and forth.

I had gone numb, my mind blank. I was just an empty shell in this world of despair. The fighting around us slowly subsided, the League had failed and was defeated. The world celebrated, while memories of Tōya reappeared in a never ending loop in front of my eyes. After what seemed to be an eternity Shōto pulled me away from Tōya, picked up my limp body and carried me across the field towards the blinking lights of the ambulances. He stayed with me as paramedics attended to my many small cuts, laid me out on a stretcher and put on an IV. He stayed with me, holding my hands as we drove to the hospital. He was with me as my exhausted mind finally slipped into a deep and much needed unconsciousness.

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Pt.6

[fw00shy]

Ghost Station

cw: people are dead but they're still corporeal... I have no idea how to tag this. This is not sad and it isn't about grief.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it wasn't the train. Harry came down to the station often enough to know that. He liked the underground. It was a break from all that—that—that—noise, above. All that chirping and vibrating and buzzing and tapping. Underground, Harry's Floo stayed stiff as a dead bird in his pocket, and he could follow the light at the end of the tunnel until it roared bright enough to deafen him, a muted comfort.

Today, though. There was something off about that light; something too bright and yet not loud enough. "Isn't right," Harry muttered to no one, and watched as the thing rushed closer.

The thing was twenty metres away when Harry saw it at last: an opaque gloom, squeezing the light out of light. By then, it was too late. The not-train had dropped off a passenger.

The passenger wore a three-piece suit in a charcoal grey that strained across the chest and pinched where it was buttoned at the waist. The suit was simultaneously well-fitted and too-small, a laughable venture at constraining the man beneath the layers. A black tie knotted beneath the Adam's apple. Harry watched it bob only once before the man held out a hand.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he said.

"I know that," Harry said. His nails dug into his palms. "You're dead."

Draco smirked. "I know that."

"Been dead for years, I read it in the paper—"

Draco retracted his hand and crossed his arms over his chest. He tilted his head, and the smirk on his face tugged an inch wider. "What did they say about me?"

Harry hadn't seen that kind of look on Draco's face since Third Year. But he recognised it. Remembered it, even. It was a face that begged to be slapped.

"Said you got shoved off the tracks. Freak accident."

"Freak accident, huh." Draco's eyes narrowed. The smirk held steady.

"You tell me how it was, then," Harry said.

"Sure, I'll tell you. For a price. How badly do you want to know?"

"I was just trying to make conversation."

"Do you do that often?"

"Do what, often?"

"Make conversation with the dead."

Harry wiped his palms on his jeans. "You get used to weird things, when you're me."

A hard light glinted in Draco's eyes. "Is that so?"

Harry sighed and leaned back, eyes sweeping over vacant seats and the deep trench where the tracks laid dormant. How odd that the station be entirely empty, at seven. And yet, the more Harry tried to focus on it, the fuzzier his perception grew. The thought slipped like sand through his fingers.

Harry turned his attention back on Draco. "I don't give a fuck about why you died," he said.

"I'll say!" Draco tutted. "You're in luck, because I don't give a fuck about your death either."

"Good," Harry said. He stood up to leave. Then his mind caught up with him, and his throat clenched in horror. "No," he whispered.

"Yes," Draco said. His smile grew teeth. "Yes, I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm here to collect your soul."

"No, I can't," Harry said. Blood rushed to his head. "I'm not ready. I'm—"

"How badly? Tell me, what would you give to live?"

Harry swallowed. "A lot," he said. "Anything. Really, anything. I'm not, and Teddy—Teddy needs— "

"Right," Draco said brightly. "Right right right. Very good. Well, Mr Potter, I'm happy to offer you the opportunity of a, ah, shall I say—lifetime?"

Harry paused, Anything on the tip of his tongue. A sudden wariness settled in. Nothing good came out of bargaining with Death. But, then again, this was Malfoy. Harry knew him. It wasn't the same. And surely it wouldn't hurt to ask.

Harry grit his teeth. "What is it?"

"Well." Draco's smile gleamed white as a mannequin's. "Would you like to play a game?"

for @drarrymicrofic prompt: ghosts. Heavily inspired by HOT SLAP MAN from Squid Game. pls look forward to two future installments in this series: "Train to Slap Town" and "Next Stop: Slap City"

[13thbaronzemo]

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES: PART 4

Baron Helmut Zemo/F!Reader

Rated E (Explicit)

You are the Sokovian custodian of Castle Zemo, which now belongs to the dissolved nation’s neighbors, and the baron himself has ordered you to come vacation with him in Ibiza.

Disclaimer: This is a continuation of a fanfic written before FatWS: Ep4 aired and set up after his separation from the protagonists and while on the run from the law.

Baron Zemo’s beach villa was a glass house with windows as high as the ceiling and as low as the floor. The sun shone right through them and illuminated every brightly painted wall and every darkened corner. And, while you missed it on its way up, the sun didn’t miss you. It had been keeping your side of the bed warm as you slept, as well as the side the baron had woken up in.

It was only when the heat became too suffocating, and the thirst too unbearable, that you stirred. Sitting up on your hunches was a Herculean task, and opening your eyes in the morning light was a bad decision. The hangover had made your mouth sand-dry and had your head spinning. All you could remember was being put to sleep like a child because, after a day of travel and a night of drinking, you were far too weak to do it yourself.

The baron anticipated the bad morning you would be having. On the nightstand, he’d left you a note reclining against a tall glass of water and atop a folded tissue.

My Lady,

I know how much you needed a good night’s sleep, so I didn’t dare wake you up so early. I had to go into town this morning, but I’ll be back in time for lunch.

Be sure to drink plenty of water while I’m gone and, if your headache is too much to bear, I’ve left you two tablets of ibuprofen. There is a tray of food that you can stomach waiting for you on the kitchen counter. Do not go hungry waiting for me.

~ Your Lord

You emptied that glass so fast, you only discovered the two tablets folded in the tissue after you were out of water. Thankfully, your Lord had thought of everything: there was a whole six-pack of water bottles on the coffee table across the room just waiting for you to walk over to it. Wrapping the sheet you’ve slept in around your naked body, you crossed the sun-heated carpet and helped yourself to a few more sips of water and ibuprofen.

However, you couldn’t wait around for the pills to heal you, so you began walking off the hangover.

First, you freshened up in the bathroom with a shower. And, since you hadn’t bothered going back into the bedroom to bring your supplies into the cabin before closing it, you proceeded to use his products. But it’s not like you minded bathing in the strong scent that only his musk could overpower. As you scrubbed off your skin, you also traced over the bruises he bit into the side of your neck and the ones he dug into you with his nails. Your thighs were still tender and the memory of his fingers was still fresh in your flesh. And, before you knew it, your nails were digging, dragging themselves between your thighs.

When you couldn’t bear it anymore, when the thought of his tongue entered your mind like it had entered you last night, you slipped a finger inside. The sound you made was louder than the water, but it wasn’t enough to summon him by your side. Or behind. Or inside. All you had was yourself and your fingers to fuck yourself with as you drowned out the desperate sounds in the shower stream. So you slipped another one in and took care of your clitoris with your thumb. When you finally came, it was while calling out your Lord’s name.

Secondly, you had to pick yourself off the shower floor before the cabin flooded and the worries started winding the gears in your brain. You couldn’t let all the terrors he’s inflicted on the rest of the world take over your thoughts, so you sniffed the humid air and your wet skin in search of his scent. Sure enough, the memories took over and you were engrossed in the thought of all the gifts he has bestowed onto you.

Thirdly, you needed to dry and dress before heading downstairs for a late breakfast. He had ordered you to stay hydrated and fed while he was gone, after all. While brushing your teeth and combing your hair, you saw something purple peering back at you in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. It was peeking out from under the lid of the wicker laundry basket and, once you lifted it completely, you saw it was the sleeve of the same shirt Baron Zemo wore last night. Pulling it out, you put it right up against your nose, inhaling the rest of his scent, the traces of him that couldn’t be contained in a conditioner bottle. When you returned to yours and the baron’s room, you were wearing a smile, his button-up shirt, and nothing underneath.

Finally, after plucking your phone out of your purse, you ventured downstairs into the kitchen. The tray of food he’d promised you was preset there: toasted bread, honey, avocado spread, and boiled eggs. Next to it was another tall glass, but, this time, it was filled with blended bananas. From the mixer drying next to the sink, you were delighted to deduce that he made you the smoothie himself. Putting the phone in the shirt pocket, you placed the glass on the tray and made your way to the couch in the center of the open living area.

Sitting down, you took a sip of the smoothie before sliding your fingers on your phone’s home screen. You knew, before you even unlocked your phone, you had a slew of messages waiting for you. The group chat from work had been chatting about you. Well, they were complaining about a couple of Spanish tourists you weren’t there to talk to in their tongue. You chose to focus on the more recent messages, the good mornings. You sent one of your own and the interrogation began. You answered their questions about the weather, the food and the nightlife. Even back in the old country, you heard stories about Ibiza’s nightlife. All of Europe heard the stories about the nightlife. ‘Send photos,’ they insisted. ‘Pics pls,’ they spammed you. You had no such photos to send, but Heidi had your back. She had spammed you the selfies from the VIP area while you slept. You told them about this lost Sokovian sister who lived here and who you met in Eden.

As you were struggling to come up with a good story about how you ended up in the most expensive nightclubs in the world on your salary, you were saved by a low battery. 'Sorry, my phone's dying,' you told the truth. 'I'm off to buy a new charger,' you lied. 'I forgot mine on the plane. TTYL.' And you didn't wait for them to respond before you switched to airplane mode and turned off the Wi-Fi. Then, you hurried upstairs and dug through your suitcase for the charger that you totally left on the plane.

After setting up your phone to charge on the nightstand, you went back downstairs. You were feeling famished and you had the baron's breakfast to finish. The toast was cold and the smoothie was warm, but anything coming from your Lord was going to be devoured no matter what. So you ate the toast, sipped your drink, and looked longingly at the deserted driveway. It was almost noon, so he could've come back any minute. A minute passes. Then three. Then ten. Then your mind starts winding with worry again.

Where is he? Is he safe? Is he okay? Why didn't he give you his phone number? Why didn't he ask for yours? Did he already have it? Did he go through your phone? How can he trust you not to use that phone to call the authorities? Why don't you call the authorities? Why are you here? Why are you here?

In an attempt to distract yourself, you wash the dishes and leave them to dry. When that doesn't work, you take yourself on a tour around the open living area. You bury your nose in a red rose, drag a digit across the kitchen counter top, pass through a forest of potted plants and watch seagulls bathe in the sun through the blinds. When you returned to the sofa, you slid your hand across its smooth surface as you walked barefoot behind it. As you approached the end of your journey, you let your hand fall back at your side. There was more fabric to feel up, but you wouldn't dare. That was his armchair and you could tell.

On each side of it rest a table. On the one that stood between the armchair and the sofa lay a spread of Spanish magazines and a couple of remote controls. And on the other lay a closed chessboard, a glass ashtray, and a stack of paperbacks. They looked to you like they were loved, with bent book covers, dog ears and all. And Il Principe was by far his favorite.

Just as your palm presses down on the first page, you jolt and drop the open book on its back. The sound of a purring engine pulling up pierced your ears and heart. He was back? He was back! How could you mistake the convertible's color as anybody else's but Baron Zemo's? You picked up the copy of Machiavelli’s The Prince and placed it back on top of the stack before praying nothing else was out of place. Well, anything besides whatever had slipped out of those pages and under the chair.

There was no time, so you forsake your search before it even started. Pulling down on the hem of your purple shirt - his shirt - you counted the turns of the key in the lock. One. Two. Three.

"Lord Zemo," you perked up, your feet patting the floor on your way to the door. "Welcome back."

You surrendered to the shivers on a sunny day as his eyes were revealed behind his shades. Since you settled yourself in his direct line of sight, you couldn't exactly complain about being scrutinized.

"It's good to be back," he licked his lips, leering at you as he leaned back against the door and shoved it shut. "And it's even better with a warm welcome." Dropping the big bag of groceries to the ground, he gathered both your hands into his. “How are you feeling, my dear?”

“Better,” you smiled and it must’ve been a silly sight because he snorted when you apprehensively added: “Now that you’re here.”

“Can’t go on a day without me, can you?” The baron brought both of your hands to his mouth and took turns kissing each one. “Can’t even dress yourself while I’m not here.” You reacted as if you just remembered you put on his purple button-up, stuttering to give a straight answer as he snickered. “There, there,” he tutted you, taking your face in the palms of his hands and pressing his lips against your frustrated frown. “There’s no need to pout, little girl. It suits you.”

He made you feel so meek, so small. You hated hearing yourself speak in his presence, seeing yourself quiver under his questioning eyes, yet you loved being at this powerful man’s mercy. Ever since you failed to evade him in the west wing hallway, you’ve been at his mercy. Ever since you surrendered yourself to him, you’ve been more than willing to obey him.

Even now, even as he asked you what you’d like to have for lunch, you didn’t dare demand anything. You let him decide while he swung that heavy bag atop the surface of the counter. Even when he asked what music you'd like to listen to, you echoed 'whatever you wish, my Lord,' like you're back to being his captive in Castle Zemo. And maybe you were.

However, as he hovered over his armchair and whatever secret slipped underneath it, unbuttoning his suit as he buttoned the remote, you begged him to go lay down and rest. Upstairs. On the second floor. Away from the chair and the contents below.

"The paella isn't going to prepare itself, my dear," he talked over timid trumpets. "Aren't you hungry?" He slid the suit jacket off of his shoulders and you scrambled to catch it. "Thank you."

"I've had a filling breakfast," you whispered, all the wind getting knocked out of your lungs as he turned to you with a half-clothed chest.

The fingers on his burgundy buttons froze when he saw your eyes savoring the sight. To the tune of the basset horns, the baron brought them over to the sleeves so that he could bunch them up to his elbows. "Not filling enough, it seems," he breathed, his fingers now at your buttons - his buttons. "Tell me," he craned his neck, hovering over the now uncovered half of your chest. "Have you tried filling yourself with two fingers or three?" When you gasped, he grabbed your naked neck and, while your windpipe was free to filter air, you had yet to breathe in any. "You can't even pleasure yourself without me, can you? You can barely take care of yourself."

"Please," you pleaded. It was a pathetic wheeze as it left your parted lips. Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you welcomed the tightening grip around your throat.

"Please what?"

"Please, my Lord," you closed your eyes as he cupped your breast under the open button-up. Your nipple was at attention before he reached it, his thumb running over it, flicking it, teasing it. Torturing you. "Touch me."

"I am touching you, my dear" he chuckled cruelly, the thumb at your throat pressing down on the bruise as he would a button and snapping open your scrunched up eyes. "Now, look at me," he insisted, his brown eyes growing black. "Please what?"

"Please fuck me," you pushed your breast into his palm and ran your own up and down the arm. You were stroking it, stoking the fire that's been ignited behind his now on fire eyes as they burned in the background of Mozart's Requiem in D Minor.

“Good girl.” Then, as if all the tension was sucked out of the air by his hiss, your lord left you stranded, surrendering his hold on you and letting you balance yourself on the balls of your feet.

When you found your bearings, the baron was seating in his armchair, the throne you had previously pleaded for him to forsake for the bed. As you blinked back the tears you weren’t aware had been welling in your eyes, you saw him spread his legs wider and lean back further. After patting down both of his pockets only to search through a single one, he presented to you a small silver packet.

“Wasn’t it you who wanted me to sit back and relax?” He smirked, satisfied in all the ways he can make your knees go weak. “You have to be the one doing all the work then. Pick the jacket off the ground and get to work, my dear.”

You’d been so distracted by his dashing good looks and his tempting touch that you had dropped his suit jacket at your feet. After dusting it off and hanging it by the door, you returned to him for your ravishing.

Getting on your knees between his own, you followed his instructions to undo his fly. Then, when your trembling hands allowed for his gorgeous, glistening erection to escape, he slapped them away. You wanted nothing more than to trace the vein that pulses up from the base of his penis to the head of it, with either your hands or your tongue, so you whined when you were denied. When he tutted you, tearing the package in two, you excused yourself even as you drowned in your own drool.

Your Lord was so beautiful in the afternoon sun, a king with a glowing crown of beaded sweat on his forehead. The last time you saw both his cock and his chest beard before you it was in the silver light of the moon and he appeared a white marble god to you then. However, as he slipped the rubber sleeve on his shaft, his chest heaving under the heat of your gaze, you remembered that he was a man first and foremost. And, when he commanded you to climb in his lap, his voice another in the chorus of the Requiem, you remembered that you were a woman first and foremost.

“That’s it,” he groaned as you straddled his hips, your nails fixing themselves in the sleeves of his shirt. “Right there, baby,” he held you up by your hip while your cunt hung over his cock being held by his other hands. “My poor baby, so helpless without me,” he licked his lips when you winced against the feeling of him between your folds. “You’ll have to learn to put in some work, little girl,” he pushed you down on him, both hands on your hips now.  "I’ll lead you there, like a lord ought to," he groaned when you gasped, his cock head breaching the entrance. “But you’ll have to do it yourself,” his voice was strained as he slid in with a single snap of his hips. "You'll have to fuck yourself on my cock."

You fell forward, his face between your breasts and your hands holding it close by the back of his neck as he bottomed out inside you. You were finally full. "My Lord, I," you began babbling, trying to turn your brain on. You had to remember to get the slip of paper that sat just under this seat. You had to put everything back into its place. Oh, but his cock, crammed between the walls of your cunt, was right in its place. "I, I, I-"

"Come on, my lady," he breathed between your breasts, his mouth moving from one mound of flesh to the other. Now, as he flicked your nipples, he did it with the tip of his silver tongue. "Come on. Move."

With the baron's hands holding the back of your thighs in a tight grip, you moaned as you moved. With his encouragement, his ever contradicting endearments, his  'baby's and his 'lady's, as well as the long and wide reach of his erection, you began bouncing on his lap. When he suckled all the sweat off your breasts, he shoved your chest out of his face with a palm on your sternum. You had to steady yourself by sinking your nails into the chair's cushion armrests.

His hand slid up on the saliva he left behind on your skin and snatched you by the throat. "Did I tell you to stop?" he growled when you whined and winced, your cunt squeezing down on his cock in time with his hand around your neck. "That's it," he hissed when your hips hurried to comply and ride him again. "Right there, my Lady." His other hand, the one not tightening around your throat, undid the rest of the buttons on your shirt by sending them flying off of their stitches.

You moaned as the hand then moved down to where your bodies met, where your clitoris was growing as you ground against his groin hairs. "Please," you bit your bottom lip, looking at your baron with a vision deterred by suffocation and sexual overstimulation. "Oh, please."

"Please what? Let you come?" His hand was close and you could feel it smoothing down your stomach, then up again. Then down. Then up. "You think you deserve to come, baby? Because I don't think that you do. Only good girls get to come and you've been bad while I was gone."

Through the thick layer of tears and a tight throat, you begged again. And again. You bounced up and down on his lap. Fast. Faster. You squeezed his shaft so snug inside he rolled back his eyes and bucked up his hips. Tight. Tighter.

"Bad girl," he sneered, his eyes narrowing as they rolled back into his sockets. He lifted his hand off of your stomach only to bring it back with a slap to your side. "Didn't your mommy and daddy teach you not to take things that don't belong to you?"

"M-my Lord," your voice cracked, tears of shame and frustration streaming down your cheeks.

"No? Well, I'm both your mommy and your daddy now." He spanked you a second time, leaving searing skin behind. "Don't." Slap. "Touch." Slap. "What." Slap. "Isn't." Slap. "Yours."

Your cunt contracted around his cock after each slap. And, after each spoken word, you warbled out one of your own. It was the same one, over and over and over again. "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

He chuckled over the chorus of the Dies Irae, his hand now coming down to caress your flaming flesh. "Baby," his voice dipped lower as his hand snuck back down your stomach. "Baby, look at me."

"Forgive me," you whimpered, your hands winding around the wrist of the arm traveling down south.

“I forgive you.” The baron took pity on you and proceeded with his palm ever further south. “I forgive you, my lady,” his voice was vicious as he barked out his order. “Now come for me! Come!”

The thumb turning your slick and swollen clitoris like a knob had opened the door to your release from the torturous luxury he’d trapped you in. There was a myriad of moans that he squeezed out of your throat and a wide array of words that made more sense while his cock twitched inside you and his thumb circled your clitoris. Words like ‘cum’ and ‘pussy’ and even ‘daddy’ to list a few. Whatever combination you had come up with, it worked like a charm on him as his orgasm followed yours, his face back between your breasts as you fell forward.

“Hold tight, my dear,” he heaved, his breath brushing your skin and his cheek scratching against your sternum. He’d lifted your hips and let himself slip out of you. “There we go,” he sighed, satiated and satisfied.

As you sagged against him, the baron brushed all the hair from your face only to find a sorry face. “I...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“You shouldn’t have,” he said, sinking his chin into his chest to kiss you on the crown of your weary head. “Don’t let me catch you doing it again.”

“You won’t, milord.”

“You’ll learn how to do it without my knowledge?” Combing your hair with one hand, he stretched the other hand towards the side table where your post-coitus eyes could now see what your heated gaze couldn’t before: The Prince had an off-white piece of paper sticking out from between its pages. Your mind was still marinating in the endorphins and was slow to recreate the scenario in which he managed to move it from under the chair and back into your book, all of it under your nose.

“Then you must know this: there is no better distraction than one's own desires.”

“Did Machiavelli write that?”

Baron Zemo laughed, his chest lifting up and down under you. “He wrote something like that,” he spoke over the string instruments playing Lacrimosa through the speakers and your spine shivered.

[where-is-caithe]

Also, an ask set for once you've answered all others. I want you to fill in any of the prompts you haven't yet for Rhowan/Yden and Charleigh/Nikki pls 💛 Just all the ones you haven't answered yet for both couples! I would love all the missing deets~ @mystery-salad

That's so nice of you? Thank you for the interest 🥺

Rhowan and Yden

🚗 | which one drives and which one picks the music

Rhowan will usually drive, and she doesn't mind what kind of music she hears, so Yden picking only synthetic or heavy goth music is fine for her. No music on a motorcycle, but Rhowan still drives and Yden keeps her arms firmly around her waist.

🏝  | their ideal getaway

A sandy beach where they can lay on the sand in the shade and maybe dip their feet in the water. Just a place where they can get away for a while.

🧸 | which one is the little spoon & which is the big spoon

No one asked me this for them, which is funny but. Rhowan is the big spoon, she's a bit clingy when she sleeps with her (especially now) and Yden likes having her wrapped around her body. Since Rhowan is so warm, she's like a blanket. Annoying in the summer though. Sometimes Yden will turn around and wrap her arms around Rhowan's waist and they face each other, but Rhowan is always wrapped around Yden.

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Charleigh and Nikki have more so they're going under a cut

🍩 | their favourite snack to eat together

A bag of spicy chips that they pass back and forth. Nikki licks her fingers really obnoxiously.

🥂 | what would happen if they got drunk together

It doesn't happen often, that they get drunk together. Nikki becomes just relaxed enough to be more... honest? less of a bitch. Still pissed off at anyone else, her eyes only on Charleigh, everyone else is an annoyance. Charleigh is a bit looser, less serious, more likely to do something she won't be happy with in the morning. Together they're sloppy and definitely end up in a bed.

🏆 | their reaction to the other beating them at something

Charleigh is chill with getting beaten. She just learns and does better next time, even if Nikki is just gloating. Nikki is always annoyed if she gets beaten and usually threatens something and asks for a rematch.

🏝  | their ideal getaway

A big city where they can walk around, with plenty of pockets to pick. It's usually a fight to get Charleigh to do anything that's relaxing, and she won't ever admit it, but she likes watching Nikki work.

🧼 | their feelings on showering together

I don't think either of them would really like it. Nikki would feel nervous and extremely vulnerable (it took a long time for her to even stay in bed overnight) and it would feel more intimate than either of them like. Charleigh would come around. She was quicker to trust Nikki than the other way around. Nikki would take longer and never turn her back, snap a little and try to hide her shaking hands. She would have trouble with her feelings and being intimate like this with another person.

[seoafin]

Hello sweetie! Hope you had a wonderful day!

So i've been hit by hc's while folding the laundry and thought i'd might share...

1. Shoko absolutely owns a black cat. Don't ask me why nor how she got him in the first place, no one knows, not even rip mc although he's really affectionate with her for some unknown reason. Also, she collects lighters. It's a memory from the good ol' days when she used to smoke. (Totally doesn't keep the one geto gave her when they last met in her pocket at all times.)

2. Geto sings pretty well. Plays the guitar too. (Don't imagine him doing that while looking at rip mc straight in the eyes and smiling softly on the sands of okinawa.) May or may not have a collection of wierdly aestethic shirts to which gojo frenquently makes an addition. Geto will never admit that he actually likes them but they all know he does.

3. Gojo (the man). Man hoards gum like his life depends on it. I cannot not see him without at least two packs of gum in his picket, taunting his unfortunate opponent by popping one in his mouth mid fight. (It originally started after geto told him about the horrendous taste of curses.) Also, has the habit of doodling the most random stuff everywhere. Illustrates rip mc's notes/observations/studies so well it looks like those old encyclopedias. (Don't picture mc falling on a drawing of her smiling surrounded by shoko and geto on a beach after the shibuya incident... don't picture her blinking back tears as she traces unfinished sketches from the tip of her fingers... )

4. Rip mc. May or may not have tons of random watches. Most were given by gojo (they're her favourites, especially the mickey mouse one). Always carries a small notebook and a cute pen in which she writes down basically anything, from interesting curses she came across to a nice cake recipe (for shoko ofc). She totally feeds the stray cats near her place and often finds some chilling in her living room. Once came home to satoru asleep on the couch with a cat purring on his chest.

i love these....but did u have to add the angst 😐 it’s too early for this!!!

shoko with cats makes me😍😍 BC YES SHE WOULD BE A CAT MOM I CAN SEE IT. shoko got the cat bc she knows how much rip!mc adores them. that’s their babey right there!!! shoko and rip!mc cuddling with the cat right in the middle....

GETO’S HAWAIIAN PRINT SHIRT LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE!!! gojo buying weirdly aesthetic and/or cringy souvenir shirts for geto whenever he’s out. i think geto would be a good singer too...I bet he has a nice voice....like i’ve always liked to imagine him reading to the twins so :D

gum was gojo’s first addiction. and then it became lollipops. but i bet he annoyed EVERYONE by popping his gum loudly during class. gojo even doodling on his tests so yaga has him retake it LOL

YES!! pls this is so cute 🥺🥺 THE NOTEBOOK AND THE WATCHES!! Gojo has a spare key to her apartment and comes over like it's his home 😭 gojo falls asleep on the couch but wakes up and scoots into your bed (even though he always grumbles abt the size bc his bed is bigger!!) and then falls asleep again after watching u for a bit.

[nameforthemain]

pocket sized me so you can keep me around even when i’m busy 🥺🥺 silly work and uni i gotta always be round to talks to pepep 😭🥰💛 ily!!!! <3333333

ps pls do my assignments for me ily

I always love that meme so much 😭

thank you for the pocket you 🥺 I'm gonna keep pocket you safe with me til full sized you is free to do things again 🥰 the urge to say you're already pocket sized gonna go build sand froggies with them 🥰😌

work and uni is very rude to get in the way of us talking 😤 but I'll take any time with you I can get ilysm <333 ☺️☺️

unless your assignments are maths I don't think I can help bestie 😭

some for you 🥰 garlic bread motivation to get the uni work done 😌