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morgana-ren · 1 month ago

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Shigaraki would defiantly stalk a streamer who uses one of those vtuber models. He also probably thinks being a mod on their channel means there’s mutual attraction between them.

It's different.

It takes him a moment to get used to the image. The dimensions aren't the same-- 2D is so much different than 3D. The eyes aren't as wide as saucers and as vibrant as the sky, and the eyelashes don't touch the brim of the hair-- Oh, and the hair. The hair, obviously. He knew that one was coming.

It was supposed to cure him of this addiction, truth be told. Seeing the person behind the mask. Master said it would help absolve him of this desire, and help him focus again. He's been loose with the wallet-- and his attention.

His impudence and stubborn nature are usually tolerated by Master--within reason. But this has gotten, as his Master states, 'out of control.'

"End it, Tomura," The Master had said. "One way or another."

Hours upon hours and thousands upon thousands spent-- no, wasted-- staring at his computer screen, hardly blinking, hardly breathing. Enraptured by every word of the disembodied voice mouther by the uncanny cartoon. Hypnotized. Ensnared.

There's something there that spellbinds him. Some hidden bitterness or animosity that sings to him like a siren. He's not foolish enough to fall in love with a facade--or so he'd like to believe-- but the woman captured in his screen is something he swears he understands on a level no one else does-- or ever could.

'She's like me, Master. I could swear it!'

He was trusted to see an end to it. A lesson in control. Self discipline.

The solution was brilliantly simple.

Simple. Easy, easy, easy. He'd kill you and be done with it. The person behind the avatar wasn't her. It wasn't you he'd fallen for, it was her. Your persona.

Master is right. No one is like me.

You're a liar. A fake. You must be. No one is like him. No one feels how he feels. The undercurrent of hatred carried by the current of your voice is just a ploy to eat at vulnerable simpletons. And it almost worked on him.

He'd break the illusion you had over him. He'd crack the facade and rip it wide open. After that, he'd end it permanently.

There's the wretched feel of peeled scab beneath his nails. Blood-hungry fingertips drive into the rounds of his neck, searching reprieve beneath the dry skin, digging, digging, ever digging--

He had your trust. Modding your chat for ages, you suspected nothing, like most people when he lays on the flattery and charm online. It'd been all too easy to send a few exorbidant donations to win your attention, and a few more to win moderator.

'One way or another.'

He can see you through your webcam. Not you, but you. Not the avatar you pretend to be, but you: Unmasked and stripped and naked. Every expresssion, every eyeroll, every last thing the camera can't pick up to trace back to your beloved audience.

It's intimate. It's something you keep very deliberately veiled and yet, unbeknownst to you, you're entirely bared before him as he observes every grimace, every sneer, every last detail of your picture-perfect veneer crack behind the coded wall as he takes control. Things a mere camera cannot pick up but he can.

Yet now, you look tired. Peeled barren and exhausted. You are not the avatar, but a person. A person whose eyes he can see, and whose light and bubbly brilliance he cannot. A mirage dissipating before his very eyes.

It's effortless, really. Watching you; banning them; driving his courage and hatred to maximum to give him the ambition to do what he needed to do. He remembers the hero fundraiser stream you'd done a few months back. The collabs. Another media whore, another of the same--

You had bills, you'd told him in a DM. People liked hero shit, and it made you a lot of money. You didn't care about heroes, you'd said. You said, you said, you said---

He thought you were a liar.

It should be easy. It should. Fuck, it should be so, so easy. You smile derisively as you accept a donation that demands you talk in a baby voice. Another bill paid. Another humiliation tallied.

It's like looking into a fucking mirror.

You're lovely. You're angry. You're tired and jaded and clawing for reprieve. He can feel it. You're lovely. You're exhausted and you hate every last one of them. Every last one of them. You're lovely.

Something in him aches and for far from the first time, he places his hand on the screen to trace the low-res curve of your snarling cheek.

He will deal with it. Just like he said he would.

#morgana and friends #shigaraki x reader #I'm trying man I really am

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julemmaes · 3 years ago

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The One Good Thing

Rowaelin Month, Day Two

A/N: again, I'm gonna fail all my exams because of this stupid app, I'm sure. Also, I miss the off campus boys so much I kinda made Fenrys one of them and I love the idea of the tog men as hockey players so yeah, enjoy;)

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Aelin would have killed for a second of silence.

She daydreamed of that almost noisy quiet that makes you feel every deepest thought hidden in your brain that exists only at 3 a.m., when every soul is resting and cars can't drive around the campus. And there are no children screaming at the top of their lungs or parties going on all night long.

That was what she had been promised, the flyers she'd been handed during the open days, when she had come to visit the college.

That was how it was supposed to be.

Aelin had tried so many times to ask her upstairs flatmate to hold his Twitch live streams strictly in the afternoons or mornings when she wouldn't be home, but when Fenrys Moonbeam had first opened the door to his place, the girl had known immediately that she wouldn't be able to change his mind even by paying him.

Especially since his live streams were followed by such a large audience that Aelin couldn't even begin to understand how he had managed to build an empire so big in just under a month. Surely it had something to do with the long blond hair, different from her own but just as beautiful, and the arms covered in tattoos so colourful they blind you. They had their own charm. Add to the pile the fact that he was the goalie on the hockey team, and he was the perfect mix for the guy to marry.

From what their common friends had told her, he was already earning enough to afford an off-campus home, but that he liked the comfort the college dorm gave.

A comfort that Aelin, after three years in those filthy rooms and shared bathrooms, had yet to find.

When yet another howl of celebration at yet another victory that everyone expected pierced through his floor and her ceiling, nearly drilling her eardrums, Aelin gritted her teeth so hard that for a moment she feared they might shatter.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to whisper, "Shut," failed miserably to keep her tone under control and shrieked the second word, "up!"

A booming laugh rang out upstairs and a millisecond later a message lit up her phone screen.

From Lys: Girl, maybe you should take a chill pill, I heard you on the live stream. Are you still studying?

She tossed the phone to the side, pulling her hair up and pinning it back with a pencil.

"Fuck off." she muttered under her breath.

Lysandra was one of the few in their group of friends who never missed a Fenrys broadcast. Whether it was at eleven at night or five in the morning, she was always one of the first to join in.

Aelin often wondered if she was just doing it because Fenrys was helping her sponsor her YouTube channel, but then she remembered that Lysandra would do the same for all her friends.

She got out of bed, taking all her books and notes in her arms, pen in her mouth and holding her phone between her pinky and ring fingers. She threw open the door to her room and found herself facing a wall of muscle, slamming into her roommate's chest.

Rowan's hands snapped forward and kept her from falling backwards and when Aelin looked up at his face, she almost lost her balance again.

His face was sleepy, only one eye open as he suppressed a yawn. The imprint of the pillowcase on his cheek just another sign that he had already been sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked her in a hoarse voice, stepping back and letting her through, "I heard you screaming. I was coming to check on you."

Aelin grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head, moving a hand in mid-air, "Don't worry about it." then his gaze snapped to the ceiling as another laugh from Fenrys cut through the thin material dividing their quarters. He frowned, lowering his gaze back to her, and it was at that moment that he noticed the books in her arms.

If possible, his frown deepened even more.

He closed his eyes, gently grabbing her wrist and leaning against the wall behind him, pulling her towards him.

Aelin let herself be tugged, arranging the books so that they didn't poke at either her or him in that uncomfortable hug, but she positioned her head against his chest, letting his fingers expertly massage the nape of her neck.

"Baby." he sighed into her hair. Her toes curled.

It had only been a few weeks since they had decided to start dating, a few weeks since Rowan had confessed to having feelings for her. They had exchanged a few kisses in secret from their friends, wanting to enjoy that first phase of their very fresh relationship in privacy. They hadn't done anything too steamy yet, and Aelin had more than agreed with his decision to take it slow, but one thing Rowan hadn't held back in the slightest from the first second she'd agreed to go out with him had been the pet names he'd given her whenever they were in the safety of their dorms.

Baby was definitely her favourite.

His hands slid lower, down her back, and she looked up, resting her chin on his chest and fixing her eyes in his. His gaze softened, still clouded with sleep. "You shouldn't be studying at this hour."

Aelin grunted, smacking her forehead against his chest, "But I have a test tomorrow."

Rowan sighed again, pushing her away and taking the books from her arms. "Precisely why you should be sleeping." He walked towards the common room, speaking softly and hoping Lorcan wouldn't hear them. They both knew their roommate suspected something, but he didn't have enough worries in the world for him to actually give a shit about their possible relationship, and they also knew he would never say anything to anyone. Maybe to Elide, but neither of them would bet on it. "I left you alone tonight because you needed to rest, not stay up until morning melting your brain."

She followed him like a lost dog, dragging her feet on the ground, finally feeling that visceral fatigue get the better of her.

"I can't leave the study half done."

Rowan dropped the books on the table, turning around just in time to block her before she bumped into him again and slipped the pencil out of her mass of hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"You're not leaving the study half done," he told her as he rubbed her arms to keep her warm, "you've spent the last five weeks studying this stuff and I'm sure you know it like the abc. You need a break." he told her.

Aelin looked up at him from under her lashes, a little annoyed that that was true, but completely distracted by the lines his fingers were drawing on her arms. She took a deep breath through her nose, puffing out her chest and thrusting out her breasts, catching the attentive gaze of her almost-boyfriend for a nanosecond.

He smiled wearily at her, "Are you sleeping in my bed tonight?"

Aelin just nodded and took both of his hands, pulling him down onto her. Rowan squinted his eyes and placed his lips on hers in a quick, chaste kiss. She hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid under her bottom and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her up. She tied her legs around his hips and rested her head on his shoulder as Rowan made his way into their tiny flat.

He lowered her onto the bed, pulling the blankets out from under her body and laying down beside her before covering them both. Aelin moved as close to him as she could, pressing her back against his chest and her butt against his crotch, tangling their legs together.

Rowan's arm wrapped around her waist as the other slipped under her head and his hand found hers under the pillow.

The second they were settled, every bit of their bodies touching, Rowan left a soft kiss on her shoulder, pulling her even tighter against him.

She smiled weakly, in a drawling tone, "Thank you."

He hummed against her skin, "That's what I'm here for."

"Don't let me die around finals time?" she asked in a teasing tone.

Rowan chuckled softly, making her back shake, "Exactly."

Aelin tried to turn towards him, wanting to trace the pale freckles that were starting to sprout on his nose now that the days were getting longer and the sun kissed his cheek every afternoon, but his arms blocked her.

"No, it's not fair for you to be the big spoon every night. I'm fucking sick of it, I want to hold you today." he muttered, the chains of sleep already dragging him towards that blissful unconsciousness.

She huffed, stopping struggling against his grip, relaxing and feeling her muscles scream with pleasure after being tense for hours on end while she studied.

She hadn't realised she'd stayed up so long, but she was terrified of failing this last exam. If she failed it she would have to wait months before she could retake it and the idea of it was getting her down more than perhaps it should have.

She started thinking about the various questions the professors might ask her the next day, repeating the answers in her mind, closing her eyes as she thought.

"Baby," Rowan grumbled, "you're talking out loud."

She hadn't realised she was biting the cuticles around her nails until his hand came to rest on her arm, pulling her hand away from her mouth. He took a deep breath, helping her turn to face him.

When she looked up at him from under her lashes, she saw the way he was fighting sleep. And she felt terribly guilty. If she was having trouble sleeping the day before an exam, that didn't mean he had to stay awake for her too.

She was about to speak, tell him to close his eyes again and let her go into the living room so she could finish going over the last few pages and then return to his room, but he put his hand on her cheek and in a soft voice asked, "What's bothering you?"

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head, "Nothing."

He tried to hold back a yawn again, but couldn't this time and Aelin's guilt grew immensely inside her. "If you tell me right now what's wrong, I could help you fix it sooner. And we could get at least three hours of sleep before we have to go to class." he pointed out in an exhausted tone.

She blinked once, twice, searching for the right words.

"It's Fen. If he'd stop playing so late every night-"

Rowan quickly cut her off, closing his eyes, almost as if he could no longer physically stay awake. "Ace, Fenrys never really bothered you. You've always managed to study and ignore it. What is it that's bothering you?"

Aelin let go of a shaky breath, "It's nothing, really. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He only opened one eye, watching her carefully as she hid her face against his chest and wrapped her thin arms around his torso.

His hand began to slowly massage her back, "If we don't talk about this now I'll be up all night worrying."

She huffed, knowing full well how true those words were. For the love of the other, she began to ramble on about the real reason she hadn't been able to focus on the textbooks.

"I don't want to tell anyone we're together yet," she confessed under her breath.

Rowan opened both eyes then, fixing them on her and giving a small nod with his chin to keep her going.

"It's not that I don't want to tell the others," she said, referring to their closest friends, "but the second they find out, the news will become public knowledge and there are some people I really don't want to let that information get to."

He nodded, understanding perfectly who she was talking about.

"We don't have to tell anyone," he kissed her forehead, continuing to talk in that position, his lips brushing against her skin with every word he spoke, "it'll be our little secret for some time more, until we figure out how to get all the puck bunnies off our backs."

Aelin smiled, lifting her chin and kissing him.

Being the captain of the hockey team, Rowan didn't exactly go unnoticed on campus. Not many people approached him during the day, especially when Lorcan was at his side, knowing full well that they would receive nothing but a rude invitation to leave, but their friend couldn't spend his life attached to Rowan's hip, and the few times the two of them had gone out alone it had happened that a horde of fans had overwhelmed them. After those afternoons, Aelin had found herself the victim of not so nice threats from unknown numbers, as had happened to Lysandra when she had first started dating Aedion.

With Manon's help they had managed to track down the senders and Rowan had been unpleasantly surprised to discover that it was one of the girls he always partied with after the games. A girl he'd always considered a friend.

Rowan had taken all the blame, feeling responsible for those attacks on Aelin and it had taken months to convince him that he had no part in the insanity of others.

They'd started limiting the dates they went on as a pair, even when they were just friends, to prevent similar things from happening again, but Aelin felt trapped.

And she knew it was the same for Rowan.

She wished she could get a place off campus, where she could retreat with him, away from the prying eyes of the world, but it didn't seem right to bring up the topic of 'let's move in together' after not even three months of dating.

Rowan rested a hand on her cheek, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "It'll be fine. And if anyone finds out and the threats come back, we'll do something about it."

She nodded, not entirely convinced and not at all reassured.

He knew instantly, "Aelin, whatever happens, I don't care what others think. I've waited years to finally have you. I've been on the sidelines all this time, watching you go on date after date with everyone and never with me-"

"You never asked," she mumbled in annoyance.

Rowan continued as if she hadn't spoken, "I would have preferred not to be the talk of the town all the time, but I'm not going to let public opinion take away the one good thing in my life."

She opened her mouth wide, "What about hockey?"

He shrugged, looking at her, "Hockey is just a sport."

"If Lorcan could hear you right now..." she shook her head.

"But Lorcan's not here. And you won't tell him," he made her silently promise.

They exchanged another brief kiss, before they carried on talking about all the worries she had and every word that came out of his lips acted as a sedative for her fears, killing one at a time, until she fell asleep in his arms, lulled by his soft breathing on her neck.

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rocksandrobots · 3 years ago

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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 5 - Best friends, Boyfriends, and Barons Part 1

"Hey Miss Itamae! Ready for a whole new school year? Hee...hee...eeeh.... yeah, fine." Hiro gave up trying to make small talk with the lunch lady as she unceremoniously slopped meatloaf onto his plate.

Today was the first day of the fall semester and the start of Hiro's second year at SFIT. It felt odd to him, to look back and realize just how much time had passed; how much things had changed during the previous year.

A year ago, today, he had been attending Tadashi's funeral and now he was going about his life as if everything was normal. Well, almost normal. He was also moonlighting as a superhero, adopting an out of time teenager as his new big brother, and befriending deadly robots.

Life was weird.

Of course it wasn't as if he could ignore his loss completely. He had noticed the flowers and cards placed at the foot of Tadashi's memorial over by the exhibition hall. People still remembered that his brother had died a hero. Folks that he didn't even know had left their condolences today, though most of the gifts were from Tadashi's teachers and friends.

Hiro had particularly noticed a painting Honey Lemon had left, of her, Tadashi, and the rest of their friends. He also spotted Gogo sitting out there early that morning, lighting a candle in his brother's memory. He had given her her space, choosing not to interrupt. Gogo and Tadashi had been especially close.

Hiro remembered how excited his brother had been when Gogo finally agreed to go out with him. Tadashi had hurried about their bedroom, a couple of days before the fire, fretting over where to take her on their first date. A date that they had never gotten to go on. At the time Hiro had teased him relentlessly, never passing up the chance to deflate his brother's ego. Now it was just another bittersweet memory to look back on.

Fred abruptly snapped him out of his mournful reflection. "Steve." was all he said as he grabbed Hiro by the shoulders.

"Steve? Uh, my name is Hiro, remember Fred?"

"No, no, no, Steve was the name of the ninja robot that Trina found. She said he was held in a warehouse downtown, along with all the other ninjas. Don't you see, that's our big break! We find this warehouse and then we can track down the mysterious bosu!"

Hiro wearily placed his tray down on the table and took a seat next to Wasabi.

"Fred, it's the first day of school. Can't this wait for later?"

"But-"

"Hiro's right Fred," Wasabi interrupted, "Just because you have all the time in the world to play superhero doesn't mean that we do. We still got our own lives to take care of."

Fred looked hurt at that. "I'm not playing! This is important work. We have a city to protect and this crime boss is just going to keep coming after us if we don't figure out how to stop them."

Wasabi rolled his eyes. "Then you just go on and do that. In the meantime the rest of us have class to attend. I'm heading early to set up for my first lab."

"But labs won't open for like another hour." Hiro pointed out, confused. "They're still cleaning up from the robot attacks last week."

"Ah, he just wants to get there early so that he can see his boyfriend again." Fred complained.

"Sam's not my boyfriend. He's just a colleague, and at least I'm doing something other than obsess over superheroing." And with that Wasabi stormed off, while Fred slouched into the cafeteria chair with a huff.

"Listen, Fred, why don't you go on patrol with Minimax for a while. I'll help you track down this warehouse after school is over with." Hiro said.

"Okay," Fred reluctantly agreed, "but I'm not 'obsessing'."

"I know Fred, but the rest of us also have school to worry about. We just don't have the same amount of free time as you do."

"I know." Fred sighed before walking off.

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"Sorry Hiro, but we're kind of busy right now." Honey Lemon regretfully informed her friends.

Fred and Hiro had met up after school as promised. Wasabi had declined to join them on their quest and so they had decided to recruit the girls instead. Though this also seemed to be a fruitless endeavor.

"Yeah, we're kind of in the middle of something." Gogo finished as she leaned back in a reclining chair and placed two cucumber slices over her eyes.

They had found the girls at a spa. Honey Lemon sat next to Gogo with curlers in her hair, and they apparently weren't the only ones out having a beauty day.

"Can't you see we're having some girl time?" Karmi asked, annoyed, as she examined her nails.

"Yeah, Hiro, go take your weird superhero hobby elsewhere?" Megan added.

"It's not weird!" Fred insisted.

"If this is supposed to be a girls only event, then why is he here?" Hiro said, pointing to Varian, who sat next to Megan.

"Uh, getting a manicure obviously." Varian rolled his eyes and then leaned over to show Carol, who was beside him, two bottles of nail polish. "Do you think I should go with the midnight blue or just stick with black?"

"Hmmm... I think either would be nice," she replied.

"Ooooh, have you tried the seaweed wrap they have here? It's great." Fred chimed in.

Hiro rolled his eyes, "Okay, so what are you two doing after this? Could you take up patrol tonight?"

"Nope." Gogo said.

"I promised my brother Carlos that I would help him move into his new dorm room. He starts at UCLA this week and Gogo's offered to drive me there. We won't be back till tomorrow morning." Honey Lemon explained.

"Okay, well, we'll just-"

"Alright, I'm ready." A voice called out, interrupting him.

Trina walked out from behind a door at the back of the spa. Her bulky gigantic metal body was gone and in its place was the frame of a young woman, dressed in a t-shirt, pants, and a cropped jacket. She looked very much the same as the day Hiro had first met her, at the bot fights. Only this time her hair had been cut and styled into a short mohawk and dyed a light purple.

"What do you guys think?" She asked as she twirled around.

Everyone shouted encouragements to her, and Varian cheekily whistled.

"You look nice, Trina." Hiro complimented.

Trina snorted and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams, Hiro." She said, leaving the teenage genius confused by what he had said wrong.

Ignoring him, Trina walked over to the rest of the girls, "Thanks for the clothes... and for everything else." She sheepishly added.

"Hey, no problem." Megan replied. "They look good on you."

"Yeah, and if you need anything else just ask." Karmi added.

"Not to mention it's always fun to have a spa day," Carol piped in. "This was a good idea Varian, thanks for inviting me along."

"Sure thing. When Trina said she wanted help with finding a new wardrobe, I figured all of you would like to go shopping too.... and also y'all know more about clothes than I do."

"Hey, Trina," Fred interjected, "that warehouse where you foun- I mean, met 'Steve', do you happen to remember where it was located?"

Trina gave Fred a frown.

"Oooh, who's Steve?" Karmi asked, happy to gossip, "Is that your boyfriend Trina?"

"No." She said, "The place you're looking for is over in Good Luck Alley, next to Louie's."

"It must've been a bad breakup." Karmi whispered into Honey Lemon's ear, she wasn't very good at keeping her voice down.

"Yeah… he kind of... broke alright." Honey Lemon nervously added, unsure what to say.

"Uh, yeah, well thanks for the tip Trina. We'll be going now, bye." Hiro said as he hurried Fred out the door. He had had enough of awkward conversations and makeovers.

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"Fred, wouldn't it be better if we brought our robots along at least?" Hiro whispered.

"You want to sneak around an abandoned warehouse with those two?" Fred whispered back, "I love him, but Minimax doesn't know how to be quiet, like at all."

Hiro sighed, Fred had a point. Baymax also wasn't the best at stealth missions. Hiro slid into the alleyway and peered through a dirty window. He couldn't shake the sense of deja vu as he remembered how he and the robotic nurse had tracked down his missing microbots a year ago at a similar warehouse. They had both been nearly killed by Callaghan when the villain had caught them snooping around. He would prefer to avoid such a scenario again.

"It doesn't look like anyone is here." He said.

"See any ninja robots?" Fred asked as he also pushed by to get a look, pressing his nose against the glass.

"No… Fred, this may be a dead end. Trina already raided the place and no doubt this Bosu would have abandoned the hideout if it was compromised."

Fred pouted, "Maybe… Buuuut, we could always man a stake-out and find out for sure!"

"Fred, I have homework to do. Maybe some oth-"

"Oh please! Just for an hour, or two? Please, please, please? Pretty please? I'll do your homework for you."

"I don't want you doing my homework."

"Okay, chores then; I'll wash Varian's dirty socks and underwear for a… a week… no, a month! Come on, I know how much you hate doing laundry."

Hiro sighed and watched his friend crawl on his knees and beg. "Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Yeeeesss."

"Okay, and no, you don't have to do the laundry either."

Hiro turned to walk out of the alley and Fred got up and followed him.

"That's good, cause I don't actually know how to wash clothes. Usually, Heathcliff does all the laundry. Last time I tried to, I just flooded the washroom."

"Do you have any survival skills? Like at all?"

"Nope. Unless it's kicking bad guys' butts! Ooh, hey, we can host the stake-out at Louie's across the street. I'm starved."

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Hiro and Fred took up a window booth inside the restaurant. The establishment had recovered from the police raid from a few months back and was now serving food as usual; though Hiro had already spotted the advertisement for the next upcoming 'bot fight.

A couple of hours past and they had both eaten their meals, plus dessert, along with Fred going back for seconds. Now they were both nursing a couple of cups of coffee, though Hiro's was going cold; it wasn't great coffee.

"Fred…"

"Yeah."

"It's been three hours now."

"I know."

"No one's showed up."

"Not yet."

"Look it's been… 'fun', but I'm going home now."

Hiro got up to leave but Fred grabbed him by the sleeve.

"Oh but… uhh… we haven't even tried the uh… hot dog sushi special. I hear it's really good."

Hiro leaned his head back slowly and closed his eyes in frustration. He didn't want to snap at Fred, really he didn't, but he was quickly losing his patience.

"Fred… no one is coming. Let's just call it a night and try again some other time. Okay." And with that he yanked his hand away and began to walk off.

Fred didn't follow. Instead he sat in the booth, his eyes downcast, staring blankly at nothing. It wasn't his usual pout either. It was something else. Some deeper sadness that few saw from the usually optimistic teen.

Hiro began to worry. He walked back, and stood there waiting for Fred to jump back up all excited again for his return, only he didn't.

"Fred, what's wrong?"

Fred sighed but couldn't bring himself to answer.

"Look, I know that this superhero business is important to you, so much so that you'll probably wind up making a career out of it, which is great, but the rest of us are not going to be doing this for the rest of our lives. We also have to keep up with our studies, chores, our jobs, and what little shred of a social life we have."

"That's not it… I mean yeah, it's a part of it, but that's not why I asked you to come along."

Fred finally looked Hiro in the eye and tears threatened to spill.

"I just miss my best friend, okay."

Hiro looked at him confused.

"I didn't want to say anything, cause… cause he's your brother and I didn't think you'd want to be reminded about him being gone any more than you already have… but today has just been really hard… remembering what happened… I just thought getting out and doing something fun, getting both our minds off everything, might be better than just… just being alone. You know? Especially today."

Fred didn't even have to say Tadashi's name for Hiro to know who he was talking about.

Hiro sighed and slumped back down into the booth.

"I'm sorry…. I… I guess I just… I don't know. I didn't think...."

"No… no, don't. Of course you didn't think. I mean who wants to be reminded of that. The whole idea was to not think about it. And I just ruined it all by bringing it up. Gah…. I'm so sorry."

Fred put his arms over his head and brought his knees up to his chest as if trying to make himself as physically small as he felt. Hiro just had to laugh at the sight in spite of himself.

"It's okay Fred. You're not going to upset me just by talking about Tadashi."

Fred peaked his head out from between his arms. "I'm not?"

"No. I mean he was your friend too."

"My best friend! Man, Tadashi and I, we got up to all sorts of trouble. He was always down for anything. I mean, did he tell you about the time we crashed my cousin's bar mitzvah? As in, we literally crashed. He drove the sport's car into the buffet table by mistake… We couldn't find the parking and then there was this wet patch in the parking lot and we skidded… Oh and then there was the time Mole dared us to a drag race using scooters and Tadshi had the idea to attach rockets to mine and I went flying.. I tell ya, man, Mole wouldn't live it down for a whole week after. He kept demanding a rematch, but I mean it was fair. He was using his butler to ride for him in his place."

Hiro could barely contain his laughter, "Wait… wait… you and Tadashi did all this?"

"Yeah."

"Why have I never heard of any of this before?"

"I don't know, but he's the whole reason why I got the mascot job in the first place. I knew I could never get into the school myself, but I thought we could hang out together more if I went. He's also the one that introduced me to everybody else."

"Then how did you two meet?"

"Oh at the grocery store."

Fred said this as if it was the most obvious of explanations but Hiro looked as confused as ever. So Fred continued on.

"He was there getting chewing gum and I was buying a shopping cart. Like an actual shopping cart."

"Why?"

"Yeah that's what he asked too. So I told him, 'I'm going to ride down Dead Man's Hill in one.' And he said, 'Dude, that's so rad. You're totally going to die.' And I said, 'Yeah, I know. You wanna join?' And he did. We rode all the way down from the top of Lumbar Street to the docks… and landed right in the bay. It was awesome! We screamed our heads off the whole time. It was so awesome, in fact, that we walked back to the store and bought another cart just to do it again. That was back when we were both still in high school, and we've been best buds ever since. You know… until…"

Hiro looked at Fred sadly. There so much about his brother that hadn't known about, hadn't even thought to ask. What else had Tadashi not shared with him? Probably a lot, I mean why tell your kid brother about your social life? And there's no way that he'd have brought those crazy stunts up around Aunt Cass.

"I never knew any of that… Those are some really cool stories. Thanks for sharing them."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and you know, you don't have to drag me on some superheroing mission just to hang out and talk."

Fred looked guilty at that.

"I… I know… but it's like what you and Wasabi have been saying. Everyone else has something… something to motivate them, and y'all all do all these really cool things and I'm… I'm just me. I don't really have anything but superheroing. Unless you just need someone to make a mess."

"That's not true. Fred, you're great at a lot of things. You could go to school or get a job, if you wanted to. I just thought superheroing was all you wanted."

"Hiro, I can't even do laundry without messing up. I mean all you do is throw the clothes into a machine and push a button, and yet somehow I managed to screw even that up. All I know is comic books, and superheroing, and I'm not even the best at that! What would I even go to college for? I can't… I'm not a genius. I'm not a businessman. I'm not an accountant, or an artist, or an athlete. I'm not anything. I've no talent. I'm not even good at being rich. I've never fit in with the socialite crowd."

"Fred."

"Yeah?"

"You're good at being a friend, and if I have to sit here list off everything else you're good at then we'd be here for another three hours or more. So how about we head home and tomorrow I'll show you how to work a washing machine, and you can teach me how a stake-out is supposed to really go cause we're not getting anywhere here."

"Or are we?"

"What do you mean?"

Fred was no longer looking at Hiro but past him. He pointed to the window behind Hiro, and Hiro turned around to see for himself.

An elderly gentleman, dressed in an old fashioned military outfit, complete with a monocle, was entering the warehouse. He had a giant mechanical arm and a steam boiler strapped to his back.

"Baron Von Steamer."

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Fred and Hiro found themselves standing in the alley peering through the warehouse's dirty windows for a second time that day. They saw Baron Von Steamer stomping around inside. He seemed irritated as he grumbled to himself and knocked boxes out of the way, as if searching for something.

"What's he doing?" Fred loudly whispered.

Just then Steamer found what he was looking for, a tea cup. He poured himself a cup out of a teapot he had placed on an old fashioned stove that was hidden towards the back and then sat down on top of a crate to sip his drink.

"It must be 'tea time' for him." Hiro said dryly.

Fred narrowed his eyes, "I bet he's just hatching his next nefarious scheme. Planning on how to take us and the city down. What do you think he wants with portals?"

Just then Steamer stood up and ruefully kicked away a busted up robot that had fallen out of a storage crate in his previous hunt for the tea cup.

"I don't think Steamer is our guy." Hiro said, "He hates modern technology, so why would he build ninja robots? Also, like you said, what would he want with portals? All he's after is your dad, and so far the Bosu hasn't gone after Boss Awesome yet."

"But they might. Remember what Roddy said? That Kensei guy used to be active during Dad's heyday but never got caught. What if, it's because Steamer had two villain identities!"

"That seems like a stretch."

"Okay, well, what if Steamer works for this Bosu? Like Sue and Sparkles?"

"That's more plausible, I guess."

Hiro turned to peer through the window again, but Streamer was gone.

'Wait, where did he go?'

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pair of interlopers." A curt British voice came from behind them.

Steamer must have noticed them and snuck around the back, cutting them off.

Hiro grabbed his phone in order to call his super suit, but Von Steamer nabbed his hand and yanked him off the ground, causing him to lose hold of his phone.

Fred was just as unfortunate, as Steamer held him in a choke hold in his metal arm.

"Waaaait," Steamer said as he eyed them both up closely, peering at them through his oversized monocle, "I know you two. You're friends of Boss Awesome's baby child!"

"I am Boss Awesome's baby child!" Fred protested before Von Steamer gave him a hard squeeze with his cyborg arm. Fred wheezed in pain.

Hiro reacted quickly and kicked the steampunk baron in the shins.

Von Steamer howled in pain and dropped Hiro in surprise, though he managed to keep his grip on Fred. He also had stepped on Hiro's phone while nursing his injured leg.

Hiro ducked and ran as Steamer regained his senses and pulled out a brass gun that was connected to the boiler on his back with a hose. He pulled the trigger and scalding steam shot out. Hiro ducked again to avoid it.

As he ran out of the alley way he heard Steamer shouting after him, "Yes, run back to Boss Awesome little one. Tell his baby child I have their friend, and either he, or they, must show up to face me or else!"

Hiro spared a glace backwards and saw Baron Von Steamer dragging Fred back into the warehouse.

"Fred!"

"Hiro!" Fred called out to him before being pulled into the darkness.

Hiro panicked. What could he do? Finally, he decided that getting help was the best option. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, fighting back his worry.

#Hiro Hamada #Fred Frederickson IV #big hero six #bh6 #tangled #varian #tadashi hamada

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orionares · 3 years ago

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BTHB: Ambush

NCIS: Los Angeles

@badthingshappenbingo

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Deeks

Weakness.

That's the best way he can describe the feeling that's been permanently scarred in his psyche since he was a child. The feeling that's drowning him every passing moment Kessler isn't in jail or preferably dead, the same feeling on the twelve hour flight to rescue Kensi in Afghanistan or the times he hid under his bed during Gordon John Brandel's numerous abuse towards his mother.

It's also what he feels now, lying on his back bloodied and barely conscious under the low flapping of an approaching helicopter . As Investigator Marty Deeks takes painful, sharp breaths , he recounts the four bodies scattered throughout the cabin around him who had ambushed him on a drive back from a surf and kidnapped him.

Two by the door, downed by two shots from the Smith & Wesson semi automatic Deeks had wrestled away from a third figure, laying in a heap near the door.

The fourth, laying at Deeks' feet with the ghost of the greedy, smug smile on his face.

"H'lp," He chokes through the blood and spit he can't bring himself to swallow. He can feel his eye swelling by the second along with the burning sharp pain with every inhale and exhale.

"....Federal agents!"

Relief at rescue should be the emotion he feels. Relief should annihilate the weakness he feels after being kicked, punched and dragged, dragged , like a worthless doll across the floor to be tortured further.

Relief at the recognition of Sam's commanding voice and the cabin door flying open doesn't erase being clobbered by shared hits across the face from his kidnappers.

"Jesus Christ."

"Oh my God- Baby!"

Tears burn in the corner of his eyes and finally fall when his wife's hands gently pat a lock of blonde hair matted with dried blood. Kensi's face is blurry in the small slit of vision in his right and eye.

"I'm going to end Westfield. Deeks, can you hear me? We're here! You're safe."

Safe can't cover the dehumanizing snarl from the three humans he had fought tooth and nail to survive. It definitely cannot cover the smirk from the scruffy mid sixties man sitting handcuffed at the boatshed.

The leader of the small back of drug runners responsible for moving shipments across the state and killing two Petty officers.

The man with blue eyes that match his, although decades older.

His father.

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Callen

"You do know," Admiral Killbride warns via video call,"that you will not go in and harm our suspect the moment Blye and Hanna check in."

He sighs as the team's lead continues to pace the length 9f the table in the boatshed like a hungry cheetah circling its prey. The lack of reaction doesn't bode well for the admiral sending Fatima to 'support' Callen, also known as preventing a possible murder.

A not entirely blameless murder based on Westfield's a.k.a Gordon John-back-from-the-dead Brandel, orchestration of Deeks' ambush and kidnapping.

On the other end of the call, Grisha Callen glares at the small hall leading to the interrogation room, protected by two agents. The leadership ingrained in him screams that assaulting two fellow agents to get to the 'father'- the man that's supposed to protect and care for his child- won't help Deeks.

His phone goes off with a loud chime that grabs his attention. A text from Sam arrives with short, brief statements- Got him. Hospital. It's bad. They beat him.

Callen shoves his phone across the table and plops down in his chair. His leg bounces violently as he scowls down the closed interrogation room once more.

He cannot go in there and beat the life out of that man for nearly killing Deeks, he cannot-

"Mr. Callen."

Hetty's voice appears on his right and he nearly jumps out of skin, a rarity for a season agent. She stands in the open space in front of the stairs in her trademark dark suit, hands crossed and an unreadable peer at her agent.

"They got Deeks but Sam said-" Callen spits out before Jetty finishes for him, " it appears that they beat him. Badly. "

"How are you so calm?" He snaps and then sighs. Henrietta Lange walks to his side and pats his shoulders in a comforting manner that neither comforts nor fuels the homicidal mood he's in towards Brandel. Her expressions remain stoic and a touch pensive as she states,"Things are never what they seem, Mr. Callen. Head to Providence Saint Joseph in Burbank and meet the others there. "

Callen's shoulders sag at Hetty's answer-intertwined on riddles, hidden message and on a suspicion fueled by his gut, a warning resembling the old spy game. He pushes himself from the table and forces the calculations needed to drive the thirty miles to Burbank.

And how to feign ignorance to whatever Hetty decides to do next.

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Kensi

Flying over Los Angeles is supposed to be beautiful.

Once, Deeks had rented a helicopter ride over the city at night ten months into their marriage to fly over the downtown area. There had been no rhyme or reason for the sudden trip until they had landed with an overly chatty pilot and Deeks had sighed and told her seeing the city without death hovering over them was a nice change.

Now, the twinkle of lights towering over the sea of travelers heading home on the interstate don't register for Kensi. Even over the loud chopping blades, all Kensi can hear is Deeks' painful, whistling breaths.

She's supposed to think when this is over and he's safe, she'll admit that running across a warehouse floor past and dropping to her knees at his battered, bloodied body rivaled Mexico.

But the shared conclusion amongst the pilot, the medic, Sam and herself is that his father hired three men to beat and torture his only child.

The child that shot him three decades ago.

And that alone brings the fear- did Brandel tell these men secrets about Deeks? Did they tear into him between the kicks to the ribs, the strikes to every part of his body?

Kensi looks up to the monitor hooked up above the hospital cot. Ten minutes out- the pilot had yelled sometime ago. Deeks' heart beats relatively steady considering the wheezing under the broken ribs and the undetermined tremors that pass every moment or so.

He's still alive, drifting in and out of consciousness , based on what she hopes to be movement from his cupped hand and not a hallucination.

It's the after- Deeks' support and love doesn't hide the fear of Kessler, the fear of not being able to provide her a family and the lingering self criticism from training at FLETC. After this is over and Brandel never sees the light of day, they will sit down and talk and truly check in.

And she'll wrap her arms around him and never let him go.

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Sam

“Move.”

“Agent Hanna, I can’t -” the young NCIS agent that stands in front of the interrogation room with both hands up in defense. The man is about six inches shorter than Sam, fresh faced and younger than Sam by at least a decade. Sam raises an eyebrow when the young man quickly scans him for anything in hand or waistband that could be used to ‘talk’ with the man handcuffed behind the door.

“I will move you,” Sam growls in a low voice, “ if I need to. That man needs to answer questions regarding kidnapping and torture of a federal agent-”

The young agent briefly straightens as if mustering a bit of strength before sighing, “I have my orders from Admiral Killbride.”

Approaching footsteps stop him from snapping at the young agent. A hand tugs at his bicep before Callen’s voice breaks the tension between the two. “Sam,” the lead agent directs, “Come on- we can’t.”

Sam scowls and backs away from the now wide-eyed agent. He follows Callen to the end of the hallway before snapping, “You okay with this?”

“You know damn well I’m not,” Callen replies exasperatedly. He scratches the back of his neck and glances back to the large video screen. “You strangling an agent isn’t going to help things.”

“If it gets me closer to Brandel, I don’t care!” Sam hisses. He eyes Callen’s impassive expression and recalls part of the creed he had taken to be a Navy SEAL.

I will draw on every remaining ounce of strength to protect my teammates.

“That man went after my little brother,” Sam admits in a softer voice. Westfield’s absolute disregard for his only child reignites the desire to ‘chat’ with the suspect. “They beat the hell out of him, G.”

Calllen’s jaw tightens but he manages to maintain a calm voice as he says, “I know. As much as I’d like...the best thing we can do right now is be at the hospital for Deeks. Sam, we will do everything to make sure that Brandel doesn’t get anywhere near Deeks again. Alright?”

He should agree and move forward, but until Brandel is behind bars, secured and suffering, he won't settle.

He can't.

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Brandel

Somehow, somehow, the brat is still alive.

Gordon John Brandel, now Westfield, scoffs at the innocent looking NCIS agents driving the transportation van that he's handcuffed in. The wooden bench in the back of the van reeks of wet dog, oddly reminding himself of the last time he'd been engaged in anything auto related with the police.

Car accident- Faking a death in a sparsely populated area is much easier than it should be.

The van lurches forward onto a gravel road, rocking the van slightly side to side. The rest of the drive lasts a minute before the vehicle jerks to a stop and both agents slide out of the driver and passenger door without a word.

"Is this supposed to be some sort of theatrics?" Brandel laughs. He is answered with silence for a long moment before the side door opens and a small, older woman with a leather purse over her shoulder peers up at him.

"Who the hell are you?" Brandel snaps. The woman's face is unreadable in an oddly eerie way.

"My name is Henrietta Lange, the operations manager at the Office of Special Projects," the woman replies. Brandel quickly glances beyond the small woman for the other agents and comes up empty.

Did they disappear like a ghost?

"You took one of my people," Hetty adds with a hint of anger in her voice. "You hurt one of my people."

"I took the little sh-"

"That's Investigator Deeks to you," Hetty cuts him off quickly. Brandel settles back against the side of the van. On any other day, he's sure he'd flick the tiny woman and go on his merry way.

Hetty steps closer to the van, enough for her purse to rest on the van floor. "I wanted to alert you that you lost. You tried to break him apart but Mr. Deeks is one of the strongest people I know. He is a husband, a brother, a future father and one of the many who protect this country. You, Mr. Brandel are nothing."

Brandel cocks his head to the right and growls," You don't get to speak to me like that."

"That requires respect, Mr. Brandel." Hetty slides the purse strap off of her shoulder and pulls out a red soft material wrapped by black string. "Which you lost the moment you first hurt your child.You are nothing and I want you to remember that during what happens next."

Brandel watches Hetty lift out a small vial from her bag. His stomach begins to tie into knots. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Henrietta Lange's expression finally changes into a calculated smile.

Oh. He is so dead.

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Hetty

Her little ones are all sleeping scattered in Deeks' hospital room .

Hetty Lange approaches the foot of the bed and sighs at the heaviness in her shoulder blades, metaphorically and realistically. Callen and Sam are sleeping side-by-side in chairs against the wall, both with arms crossed and chin tucked down into their chests.

Kensi sleeps soundly with her head resting on the edge of the bed with her hand extended out to her husband's side. Just as she had in Mexico, she keeps watch over her husband with the same vigil he had after Syria and Afghanistan.

Each protecting the other. For life.

Hetty walks to the opposite side of the bed in a small opening between Sam’s outstretched legs and the edge of the bed. Her view of her once detective now investigator is limited but enough to paint a picture of his injuries.

Bruises line the Investigator's jaw and across his shoulder blades. Above his left swollen eye, a large gash is covered by white bandage.

She can't even imagine the bruises and cuts on the rest of his body.

Hetty rests her hand on his and feels the anxiousness subside slightly when his finger twitches slightly in response. The operations manager chuckles softly," Oh, rest, Mr. Deeks. You've had a nightmare of a day. Rest.”

Hetty takes another glance around the room at her resting agents, inhales slowly before adding, “Your father has lost, Martin. Don’t forget that. And he will never, ever, lay a hand on you again. I should have made sure of that last time, but now, I’ve righted my wrongs. He won’t touch you- that’s a promise.”

#ncis la #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #g callen #sam hanna #hetty lange #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo

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kisekinodrabbles · 4 years ago

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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him.

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works.

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point.

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin.

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.”

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?”

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine.

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips.

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.”

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras.

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so.

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?”

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress.

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.”

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later.

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.”

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?”

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one.

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room.

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours.

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs.

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs.

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts.

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm.

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment.

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point.

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him.

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again.

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.”

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort.

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture.

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.”

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.”

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge.

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then.

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps.

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin.

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms.

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth.

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.”

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second.

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms.

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time.

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kuroko no basuke #aomine daiki #aomine smut #knb smut #knb drabbles #knb scenarios #anonymous #popz

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obxcunt · 4 years ago

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Love bites || (1)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: smut, death, cursing, drugs, alcohol, typos.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: i’ve been obsessed with vampires for a while, also started rewatching buffy recently. I really wanted to give you guys some vampire shit since i was in the mood for it. This is part one of my new series, let me know what you think, all characters are 18+.

masterlist || part two

“Today, we are still looking for the animal who brutally killed a teenage boy on Friday night, around midnight. The police department is asking our citizens to be extremely vigilant. A curfew might be installed for the next few days, until the end of the police’s researches—"

“Jesus…” Your mother murmured, turning off the tv. “This is scary, how are we supposed to feel safe right now?” You sighed, looking at the delicious meal in front of you, your fork wandering through it. “This thing, could be anywhere—” She paused. “Well, probably not on Figure Eight. I feel so bad for this family, maybe we should do something for them—”

“Like, what?” Your father asked, frowning. “Are you going to make them a cake with: I’m genuinely sorry about your son’s death?” He grabbed the wine, again. “Leave them alone, we already have someone to handle here.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the hint. “Alright, can you guys stop doing this?” You asked, dropping your utensils, the sounds making your mother jump. “I’m literally sitting next to you.” You father sighed, drinking and looking away. “I’m fine.”

“Well, you won't leave this goddamn house until they catched that thing.” Your father stated. “It's too dangerous.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what?” You laughed nervously, glancing back and forth between your parents. “You can't be serious! I— I’m not gonna stay here all summer. I have plans, with my friends and—” You turned to your mother, seeking support. “Mom, please!”

She sighed, looking down. “It's only for the nights, sweetheart.” You father groaned, focusing on his meal. “Come on, it's her last summer before going to college.”

“But, wait!” You said, realization hitting you. “I won't be able to party with my friends then—” You father laughed, pointing at you with the knife he had in hand. “That's not fair—”

“That's right, no more parties for you.” He said. “I’d love to know what you were doing on The Cut, the other night. Since when is my daughter hanging out with Pogues?” You sighed, throwing the napkin before leaving the table.“Where do you think you're going?”

“In my room!” You shouted, walking towards the door. “Is it good enough for you? It's on Figure Eight, after all.” You turned around, crossing your arms. “I’m old enough to choose my friends, aren't you tired of judging them?” He rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed. “I wasn't even hanging out with Pogues on Friday night. I was with Rafe, Topper and… Kelce.”

“Right.” He said, wiping his mouth. “Then tell me, what were you doing? If you were hanging out with them, how did you not see—”

“I already told you!” You shouted, losing your composure. “I was with Rafe, we were walking back to his car, we both wanted to leave.” Your mother sighed, drinking. “Whatever, you guys never believe me anyway.”

“Y/N…” Your mother trailed off.

“Probably because you're constantly lying and hiding things!” Your father added, and at this point you knew it was better for you to leave the room.

“I learned from the master himself.” You said, before exiting the kitchen, ignoring him. “Cheating asshole...” You murmured on your way to your bedroom.

It’s true, you were supposedly going to leave with Rafe that night, when you both left the boneyard. However, as soon as you both entered the truck: you magically ended up riding the Kook boy, under the influence.

“Shit-” He moaned, his hands slightly bruising your hips as you bounced on his dick, holding on his shoulders for dear life. “Fuck, Rafe!” You cried, bare chest pressed against his, moaning close to his ear: the sound driving him crazy. His hands moved, caressing your body, his eyes shutting down in a soft whine. You moaned loudly, head falling backwards, giving him enough space to kiss your chest. “Fuck— You feel so good, Y/N.” He said, pounding into you harder, the movement making you fall on him again. You smiled against his neck, ready to answer him before hearing a scream, the sound ruining the moment. “Wait, wait, wait—” You said, panic taking over you. You moved, your back hitting the steering wheel, making Rafe laugh. “What's wrong, Y/N?” He asked, the both of you panting as your hands moved along his toned chest. “You heard that, right?” You asked, the moonlight barely lighting his features through the fogged windows. “Well, of course.” He said, smirking. “I think everyone heard you.” You sighed, smacking his sweaty skin. “I’m serious, Rafe! Someone bloody screamed outside.” He nodded, kissing your forehead. “Relax, baby. It's probably just people messing around.” You weren't convinced by that. “Hey, i’m gonna check, okay?” He said, feeling bad as soon as you started biting your nails. You nodded, moving back to the passenger seat, putting your clothes on. “I’m coming with you.” You opened the door, quickly running to him. “I don't think it's a good—” You held his hand, shutting him off. You both walked around the deserted place, approaching the woods, searching through the darkness, the cold air and a bunch of noises giving you goosebumps. “Wait, what's that?” Rafe asked, stopping along the way to the beach, noticing a body laying on the ground. “Rafe—” You felt your heartbeat increasing, letting go of his hand. “Stay behind me, Y/N.” He said, swallowing hard and approaching it. “Holy shit.” You murmured, covering your mouth as tears emerged from the corner of your eyes, recognizing Kelce’s face, strange marks covering his neck. “Call the cops, Y/N.” Rafe murmured, panic slowly invading him as well. “Go back to the fucking car and call someone, Y/N!” He shouted, kneeling down next to his friend’s body. You walked backwards, almost tripping over something before running back to his truck. You opened the door in a rush, searching for a cellphone. “Shit—” You murmured, shaking as you composed the number. “911, what's your emergency?” A woman asked. “I— My name is Y/N/ L/N, we need an ambulance or the cops, anyone—” You paused, breathless. “Okay, slow down, can you explain to me, what's going on?” “We found a dead body, on our way to the beach, it's our friend—” You suddenly paused, hearing a noise behind you, the sound making you turn around in a silent scream, your eyes scanning the environment in panic, heart pounding against your chest. “Ma'am, are you okay? Can you hear me?” The woman asked, still waiting on the phone. “Shit, I—” You breathed in and out, trying to contain the urge to cry. “We need help, right now, please!”

You turned on the lights, entering your bedroom and closing the door behind you, laying against it in a sigh. You looked over the window, familiar sounds catching your attention: a few knocks, followed by whispers. You moved towards it, a bit anxious as you pulled up the curtains: relaxing as soon as you recognized Rafe’s face.

“What are you doing here, Rafe?” You asked, opening the window and watching the tall boy coming inside. “I’m pretty sure we still have a front door.” You added, closing it.

“You're not answering my calls or texts—” He paused, running a hand through his hair. “I was worried.”

“I’m really sorry, Rafe.” You simply replied. “I— I wasn't in the mood to talk. Things have been pretty crazy lately, especially since—” You sighed, crossing your arms. “Kelce's death and the funeral.”

“I missed you, a lot.” He admitted, surprising you. “I know we are not dating or anything but—” You looked down for a second, a bit embarrassed. “We are still friends, right? I missed my friend.” He cleared his throat, fleeing your gaze. “Anyway, we are having lunch at my house tomorrow, everyone is going to be there. It's for Kelce, do you—”

“I’ll come, of course.” You cut him off, giving him a tiny smile.

“Promise me to be careful, out there.” He said, hands cupping your cheeks. “I already lost one of my best friends.” He tried to kiss you, craving your softness but you moved, making this awkward. “Wow, okay...” He said, laughing nervously.

“Fuck, Rafe—” You sighed, rubbing your face. “I— I can't do this right now. It's too much. My parents are on my back constantly, you probably should leave before they—”

“Your parents love me, Y/N!” He said, sighing as you refused to match his enthusiasm. “Okay, it's fine. I can’t stay any longer, Topper is parked in the street, waiting for me. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“That's very sweet.” You said, pushing up on your toes and kissing his cheek, the action making him blush right away. “Be careful, alright? Stay on Figure Eight, it's safer apparently.” He nodded, opening the window himself.

You watched him leave, closing the window behind him as he walked back to Topper’s jeep. Once they were gone, you looked down, noticing a silhouette standing in front of your house, the darkness hiding his identity.

“What the fuck—” You murmured, turning off the lights and shutting down the curtains. A few seconds later, you lifted the curtains a bit, (curiousty teasing you) searching for the stranger’s presence but there was nothing: they were gone.

———————————————————————

A/N: I’m so excited about this series, comment if you want to be add to the tag-list! I’ll post the next part this week!

#jj mayback x reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #drew starkey #jj maybank x smut #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x you #rafe cameron x you #obx fic #obx jj #outer banks kooks #vampire #vampire fic

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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❛ ROJO ❜

Songfic with ‘Rojo’, J Balvin.

Translation of the lyrics.

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request #1: Can you maybe do a Nestor imagine where you're Emily's cousin or half sister and you're living with Emily and Miguel temporarily. You've been flirting and teasing him and it finally comes to a head. Smut involved please?

BY ANON.

Request #2: hi hi! I have a steamy request~! (If it's not a bother, of course) Nestor + reader are at a club and they keep teasing him,, maybe you can include lines like “shit, mami, you made a mess” and “you just want the others to hear me fuck you, huh?” 😗👉🏼👈🏼 thank youuu c:

BY @glitchinqhoul.

Warnings: nsfw, smut.

Word count: about 3.6k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on google.

Masterlist.

A quién le mientes si en tu soledad quieres verme otra vez. Por ti respondo lo que tú me das, lo que nadie sabe…

Being Emily's half—sister hasn't been easy. She was a good student, the modelic daughter, always being kind, correct and polite. You used to be like the day and the night. But you supposed that this has to be with the fact that your blood isn't the same. She's american, and you're half—mexican. Different cultures, different cities, different people… Different lifes. But that wasn't a problem to adore each other. Emily and you have been best friends since ever, and even if you're the wild side she doesn't have, you admire her temperance.

When your college in Mexico told you that you could do the MIR at Santo Padre, you both were screaming by the phone for two minutes non-stop, until you heard Miguel telling you to stay at his home. That wasn't a bad idea, keeping in mind that you also could see Nestor every day, for the next six month. That man drives you insane since you met him, and he isn't very sane either.

You're checking the hour on the clock of your car, almost reaching the border with California, checking again that your passport and your papers signed for the University are on the copilot seat. So, when you stop at the frontier, you just have to roll down the window and offer them to the agent. Once that you're actually in American territory, you speed up by the empty road a little confused from not seeing any cars. Actually, you're just tired after almost two days driving. Because yes, you could have flown to San Diego, and rented a car. But you like your old Mustang. He has been with you since seven years ago. Coming back to reality, you see through the rearview two big black SUVs coming closer until one of them places itself after you, making you a signal to stop.

Stopping by a side, you step out of your car as Emily does, both running to each other to collide in a happy hug, screaming again and almost jumping.

“Look at you, doctora!” She says laughing and holding your hands, pulling herself away some seconds, before hugging at you again. “C'mon, let Frankie drive your car, so you can rest a little in ours”.

To your surprise, Nestor isn't the one who is driving, supposing that he's in the other black car before yours. But you're sure he's as excited as you are, waiting to have five minutes alone.

Me decido por ti, te decides por mí, a la misma hora. Me dan ganas de ti, te dan ganas de mí, a la misma hora.

Miguel has organized a party with his sober friends. And you're not in the mood to partying, but the tequila helps a little. You're jumping from senators and other politicians, to lawyers and other rich men, just because your brother-in-law is proud of you. And that makes you feel good, but it's kinda boring. So, when you find a space to disappear, you do it at the speed of the light. Finding shelter in the big garage between expensive cars of different sizes and kinds. Resting your back against the classic red Porsche, you light up a smoke among your lips to take a deep drag. You appreciate all the love that Mikey feels for you, and all the help he always gives you, but you're not the kind of girl who has these kinds of parties.

Turning around for an instant, when you hear the door getting opened, to watch Nestor walking towards you. Rolling your eyes, you smirk at him.

“Ay, ya, no me digas que te pusieron en modo perrito guardián, flaco”. (C'mon, don't tell me that Miguel made you be a guard dog). You laugh shaking your head.

“Más o menos”. (More or less). He says taking you off the cig to smoke from it.

“Okay, ládrame, ándale”. (Okay, bark at me, go ahead).

“Soy más de morder”. (I'm more into biting).

“Mírale… Isn't too early to start with that game?”

“Nah”. He replies bowing to the floor to leave the cig, before placing both hands on your ankles, pulling up the long white skirt of your dress too slowly.

Your eyes are fixed on his, getting somewhat darker as his fingertips touch slightly your skin, until he's able to settle between your legs, that you have been opening for him unconsciously. Soon, his lips find your neck, twisting it enough to give him all the space possible. Your hands go to his head, uttering a soft moan when he nails his hands on your ass under the dress. This is your game. You have it since you met, and it's one of your favorite things. A tug of war to see who gives more.

“Fuck, Nestor”. You mutter biting your lower lip, at the same time his teeth catch your skin, putting himself somewhat closer.

Te quiero sentir aquí. Me dan ganas de ti, te dan ganas de mí, a la misma hora.

“Hey, teens in heat, we're going to serve the coctel!” You can hear Emily's laughs from the other side of the door, making you feel your cheeks burning.

“We're going!” You reply a little loud, with Nestor chuckling against your neck.

Pulling him away to put on your dress well, you arrange your mane behind your shoulders before starting to walk back to the house. But when you're about to open the door, he grabs your wrist to make you turn around. Crashing your mouth with his, the man kisses you trying to hide how much he has missed you after five month without seeing each other. Even so, it becomes softer, slow, as if you have all the time you need. His arms surrounding your waist, and yours the back of his head. You're sure that he has never kissed you like that, but it feels too good. Nestor's touch has been ever so warm that could melt the coldest heart, actually, more or less like yours.

Tres y cuatro de la mañana, ven, mata estas ganas. Vamos a llegarle a mi cama, que todo lo he ignorado por ti, todo ha sido por ti. Mi cuerpo sin saber te llama.

You like to eat. You enjoy eating, and that coctel wasn't enough for you. So, waiting by reading some emails until the family is already sleeping, you step out of your new room silent like a cat. Going downstairs, you walk towards the kitchen to assault the freezer.

“Bendito Miguel”.

You whisper finding all the chocolate ice cream he has bought for you. Grabbing one of the tubs and a big spoon, you sit at the island in the center of the kitchen, with the lights off. And you were so concentrated on your task, that you didn't hear Nestor coming. Not even noticing his presence until he nails a second spoon into the tub.

“Shit! Nestor! Fuck… You're gonna fucking kill me one of these days”. You mutter, placing both hands on your chest, with the covered inside your mouth.

The man chuckles almost in silence, having some ice cream.

“Seriously, you need to stop of being this fucking silent”.

“Yeah, I know you like me being loud”.

Raising your eyebrows, you finally shake your head before such an occurrence.

“What about the kiss?”

“What kiss?” He asks a little confused. “Oh! Ya. What happens with that? It was just a kiss?”

“Yes, for sure”.

“I was just happy for you being here. We're friends, it's been five month since we met last time”.

Right in the friend-with-benefits zone, while you were thinking that finally he was catching the same feelings you have for him.

“Cool”.

“Cool?”

“What?”

“It sounded as if I just stabbed you”.

“Why would my friend like to stab me?”

Y estas no son horas de llamar, pero es que el deseo siempre puede más. Podemos pelearnos y hasta alejarnos, pero cuando llega la hora.

You didn't know that Miguel was a friend of the director of the hospital you're going to work at. And he settled a dinner to meet him. Another boring one, and you start to think that your brother-in-law wants to kill you and doesn't know how to do it. You love your work and what you do, but the work stays in the hospital, and you were too distracted about Nestor's words last night. You have been avoiding him the whole day, not even looking at him in the dinner, placed some meters away from the table studying the perimeter. And you know that he's getting more nervous as the hours pass by.

After finishing the meeting, you finally can breathe again inside the big car, checking some messages from your father asking how everything is going. You better don't reply. Keeping it inside your small bag, before leaning towards the front seat with both arms on them.

“Hey, Cartel daddy”.

Your sister breaks into laughs because of the sophisticated name, while Miguel turns at you frowning.

“Listen. Why don't I pull out the stick inside your ass and we go to a real party, ah? There's a new club some minutes ago from Santo Padre, and looks cool”.

“Did you ca—”.

“Hey, Pocahontas, that's the address”. You say to Nestor, offering him your phone to grab it.

Emily is drowning with her own laughs by your side, making you laugh too, when she remembers that you're not allowed to drink red wine because of this. You have the mania of giving funny names to everybody around you.

“What? Cartel daddy and Pocahontas. Sounds like a bad netflix tv-show I would watch”.

Tratan y se caen de la mata, quieren comprarte siempre con plata, pero ese tesoro tiene pirata. Me voy a toda por ti.

While the men prefer a reserved, watching the whole dancefloor from there, and talking about business and appointments, Emily and you enjoy a bunch of mimosas among the crowd jumping and having fun. You really needed it. And you're aware that she already knows that something is happening between the head security and you. Something bad. She doesn't have to be the most intelligent person of the world.

“I would tell him what I feel!” Your sister says, trying to make you hear her above the noise.

“He kicked my ass to the friend zone last night!” The blonde wrinkles her nose confused, seeing you nodding and drinking by your straw.

“Are you kidding me?! He was super excited to see you again! Like super excited!”

“Yeah! He kissed me! But he kissed me like Miguel kisses you! Then he told me it was just a kiss!”

“He's in love with you!”

“No, sista! He's only in love with your husband and with himself!”

“Tell him you don't want to be just his friend!”

“Me?! Oh, no, darling! I'm not gonna humiliate myself like that!”

“C'mon! You fucking pendejos!” She pouts at you.

“You just want Nestor to have a girlfriend, so you can spend more time with your husband! Bitch, I know you better than anyone!”

“I want my little sister to be happy!”

“You want your Cartel daddy!” Breaking into laughs, you place an arm on her shoulders to come back to the reserved.

“What's so funny?” Miguel asks pouring some champagne on two glasses.

“Your wife wants to settle me on a blind date”.

Me decido por ti, te decides por mí, a la misma hora. Me dan ganas de ti, te dan ganas de mí, a la misma hora.

“I'm not going to let you go on a blind date”.

You were refreshing your nape and wrists with water, when you heard him coming closer after locking the bathroom door of the reserved Miguel rented. Looking at him through the mirror, you give him your back to grab some paper and dry your hands. Throwing it into the bin, you turn around to face him.

“Why?”

“It's dangerous”. He just says, tangling his hands on a fist under his abdomen.

“You stabbed me last night, and I survived. I'm pretty sure I will survive to a blind date”. Good point, taking the advantage to pass him away.

But he stops you with an arm surrounding your waist. His chest meeting your back, while his free hand wraps your throat. You're feeling the characteristic heat that Nestor produces in you being so close, running up your legs to your low belly. His thumb caresses your skin, over the jugular vein, leaning towards you to kiss the line of your jaw. Biting your bottom lip, wrapping his wrists letting the free hand goes down by your stomach with a clear destiny.

“We are made for each other”. Nestor mumbles into your ear with a horse tone of voice.

“Yes, to be friends”. You tease him, grabbing his wrist to make him stop, wanting to hear the reality coming from his mouth.

“To be together”. He corrects you then, without a single doubt hitting his vocal chords and turning you under his hands.

Crashing his lips on yours, he makes you walk backwards until your body finds the cold wall. He's as eager as you are, lifting up a leg to surround his waist, while his hand toures your skin until being able to squeeze your ass with a warm growl dying inside his throat.

“I want you in all the ways possible, (Y/N)”. He mutters, trying to hide the anger he feels imagining you with another man. “I want you with me. Only with me”.

Pulling him to the black and golden velvet armchair, you watch him undoing his belt and his pants zipper, noticing the rock under his clothes. Seeing him rolling them down his legs to his ankles, while you take off your dress to leave it over the sink, to sit over his lap with his body between your legs. You haven't taken off the white lace panties, because you know how much he likes the friction of them in every move he does, on a side of his sensible skin. While one of his big hands massage your breast with some strength, the ringed one strokes his needed cock, lying back on the couch.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” You whisper into his mouth, unbuttoning his shirt to stroke his bare chest.

“You don' know how much I need your pussy, cariño”. He just says, looking at you with parted lips grabbing his erection between your fingers.

“I don't think that's enough”. Teasing him, you guide his throbbing and warmth glans to your folds, pressing it against your wet clit and swinging softly your hips.

“I've been waiting five months for you jumping over my cock, mami. You know I am fucking desperate for your soaked pussy suffocating me and pushing me into the limit”. Nestor almost begs, placing his hands on both sides of your waist. “Ride your cock, baby. Look at how hard it's because of you. It fucking painful”.

“And what if I punish you about what you said last night… putting my clothes on again and leaving you there alone, ah?”

“Don't do that shit, (Y/N). I fucking implore you”. He quickly complains pecking your lips with short kisses. “You're already fucking killing me”.

Leading a little back his hardness between your legs, you dig it into you slowly, feeling every inch of his erection pressing your tight walls. He's thicker than you can remember, having passed too much time since the last time, needing some seconds to mold your body to his. A soft moan escapes from your mouths when his glans pushes your g-spot, urging you to spread more your legs forcing you to feel him completely. And you can't describe that sensation.

“Tell me you didn't miss my cock…” He chuckles, erasing that fancy smile from his lips by swinging your hips just one time.

His growl echoes throughout the bathroom, before catching your lips between his to bite them, making you dance on top of him. The pleasure is immeasurable, bouncing over his hard rock once and again. Once and again, arching your back under his arms, while his mouth now devours the skin of your neck, wetting it with his saliva and marking every inch with his teeth. The pace becomes rough and faster, slapping your ass with both hands to squeeze your buttocks so needed that you're desiring to feel his cum filling you up. But you like his cock pounding you.

“I'm going to make the others hear you being fucked by me, mi amor…” He bellows, making you beg when pulling out himself from you to get up.

Guiding you quickly to the sink and giving him your back, placing a hand on your nape, he makes you lean over the sink before putting aside your panties to thrust his soaked cock back to your pussy. The scream you utter when his pelvis hits you so rough, isn't normal. Being sure that your sister and Miguel already heard you. His hands nailed on your hips make each lunge deeper, watching him through the mirror the pleased look on his face, while his gaze is fixed in your. He enjoys seeing you bite your bottom lip and closing your eyes, every time he slaps you with his ringed fingers, knowing that this pleasure it's going to fuck you up tomorrow. But you love the way he has to uninhibit himself, after being the whole day following orders.

“Shit, baby… I want you all my fucking life”. He gasps leaning his head back with closed eyelids, impaling you against the marble counter of the sink.

Maybe you should have taken off the heels to not lose the balance, but you didn't think about it, and now you're fighting against your shaky legs.

“Look how good you take it all… my fucking god, (Y/N). You're fucking drenching me”.

Yes, you can feel it. You can feel your juices and his slipping down your thighs, producing a soaked dirty sound every time his body collides with yours so hard. Urging you to incorporate your chest from the sink with a hand grabbing your throat and the other arm surrounding your waist, Nestor arches your back, placing his face on your shoulder.

“Drown my fucking… dick with your cum, mi amor…” He begs you, biting your love, without removing his darkened orbs from yours, through your reflections.

“Shit, Nestor…” You're not sure when you start to cry because of the pleasure, needing more, needing to reach the orgasm. “Fuck me harder, I fucking beg you… Por favor”.

You can't barely breathe when his finger finds your clit, stroking it with the same pace he's embedding you against the furnishing. Your moans dance all around the bathroom, while he's gasping over your ear how much he wants to fuck you for the rest of his life, everywhere, at anytime you want it. And by crying out his name and clinging to him, a lash of heat evolves you, making your pussy twitch uncontrollably as the tears fall down your cheek. Your palpitating walls clenching his cock, making his vocals get louder as long as he continues diving his warmth hardness into you, closer from his own ecstasy.

You don't need to tell him that you want him to cum inside you, mixing it with yours, because he already has other plans. Pulling himself out and jerking off his dick, he spills his seed over your wet panties, bathing them on it as his throat collapses because of the pleasure. But don't waste time putting them to the side again to pound you again, pressing his body against yours as much as he can, holding your anatomy into his arms.

Te quiero sentir aquí. Me dan ganas de ti, te dan ganas de mí, a la misma hora.

It's four am and you can't sleep thinking about what he said to you. Sighing, you sit up on your bed, curling your knees against your chest and surrounding them with both arms. He already told you that he wants you, but was he talking or his jealousy? You're doubting about going to his house, or texting him, or doing anything. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand and a cig from the packet, you step out of your dorm to walk downstairs towards the terrace. Sitting on one of the sofas outside, you light the smoke to have a drag, unlocking your phone. Your trembling fingers touch the screen over the keyboard; writing and deleting, writing and deleting. But you're unable to send any message. Feeling stupid, you finally write him that you can't sleep, listening the ding of your own notification so close that makes you frown confused.

“Me neither”.

With your lips pursed and a leg curled over the sofa, you turn ashamed towards him. Nestor is wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white big shirt. You're sure that you have never seen him before without wearing a suit. And you are falling loudly for him much more than ever. Putting out the cigarette, you stand up on your feet to lead them towards you.

“Stay with me, at least tonight”. You mutter, tangling your fingers with his.

“But move with me tomorrow”. Nestor asks you then, before hugging you as close as he can.

“Deal”. You reply, placing your chin on his chest to look at him, receiving some short kisses all around your face that make you laugh.

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iha-tepeople · 4 years ago

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Nailed It!!

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Nobara x Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Red Book (18+) This post has mature, 18+ content. If you're uncomfortable reading it, feel free to scroll or click away. ||DISCLAIMER|| I'm not good at writing they/them stories when it comes to smut or 18+ so if I say something that offends someone of they/them pronouns let me know and I will do my best to fix it. Thank you! Smut|18+|Kinks|Oral Sex|Intercourse|

You're walking through your work building ready to leave. You're driving home and you see a woman curling up in an alley. You pull over and go into the alley to see what’s wrong. She points to something but you don’t see it, she points to it again and you don’t see anything, she points to it one. more. time and there it is a big monster. You have no idea what it is but your first instinct is to run. You grab the woman by the hand and drag her and you guys run for your lives. You guys finally lose the monster and are hiding behind a wall.

You look around by the corner and the monster isn’t there. Then, the monster pops up from above you guys and grabs you. All of sudden you drop back down just to see the monster fly to the ground with a puncture in its head. A mysterious silhouette is walking towards you and a beautiful woman comes from the shadows. She said “Ha, nailed it!” as you look back at the monster he has a nail in his head.

She explains everything to the two of you and that the monster was a curse and that she kills them. The other woman runs away and disbelief so she takes me and tells me about it. She tells you everything and how you can enroll in the school so you enroll the next day.

You arrive at the school and see her training and you sit there staring at her thinking what you would do to her. How you would lic- “HEY! HEY! GIRL FROM YESTERDAY” you hear her screaming at you to come over to her. You walk over and say “I have a name you know” and she says “So do I. I’m Nobara Kugisaki, and you are?” “I’m y/n,” you say. She says “Well, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner y/n” you politely accept. She says “Okay, here’s my number send your address and I’ll be there to pick you up tomorrow at 8” she walks away inside the school and you yell “WHERE ARE WE GOING!” she continues walking. You chase her inside the school but...she disappeared.

You send her your address train a little and go home. The next day you go to school and she isn’t there. You head home and get a text from her saying “I might be there an hour early” you look and it’s 6:30. You hurry and get ready luckily you were ready on time. She picks you up and you say “Why so early?” she says “A little change of plans we have to get to dinner early.” you brush it off excited to go eat.

You fall asleep in the car just to wake up and you’re there. But... the restaurant looks like a...house. She says “Welcome to my very nice house.” she walks in saying nothing else so you follow. As soon as you go in she takes you in her room and says “stay here I’m gonna go get changed” you say okay and she leaves You’re wondering what you’re doing at her house, she comes back and you say “Weren’t we supposed to be going to dinner?” she says “I don’t know about you but I’m about to eat for sure” she looks you up and down and you understand what she means immediately.

You let out a nervous chuckle and say “What do you mean you're about to eat." she says "Why the nervous chuckle?" letting out a slight chuckle herself. She takes you to her room, "Lay down so that I can prep my food." she says. You lay down thinking she's gonna put on a movie and go cook dinner.

Next thing you know she gets on top of you and starts kissing your neck. You have a look of confusion but it was also very obvious to Nobara that you couldn't hold back the urge to let her do whatever she wanted to you. She gets off you and says "Hmm, I should go make the food." you get upset but let her do her thing. You turn around because earlier when you were running from the monster you hurt your back.

Nobara comes back in quietly to see you laying down. Thinking you're sleeping she says "Hello, My love" very quietly. She gets on top of you and starts massaging your back. As you drifted back into reality you let out a slight moan because of the pain your back was in. She looks surprised "Oh, I see someone is awake." she says.

You feel embarrassed so you play asleep. "Hmm, playing sleep I see." she leans down and starts sucking on your neck. You twitch from the pleasure of her touch she chuckles but plays along with your little game to see how long you last.

She proceeds to give you hickeys all over your body. All down your back until she got the most important part. She bites the part of your pants where the belt goes and takes your pants off. She looks at your whole body and says "DING! Looks like my dinner is ready." you don't even have to look at her to see the smirk on her face.

She starts to suck your clit, twirling her tongue around in circles. She proceeds to go up and down with her tongue flicking your clit. Then, she puts her tongue inside of you making circles almost hitting your g-spot. You are still playing sleep, she looks up and says "Look who wants to keep playing games. I'll show you I'm not the one." she leaves and you finally open your eyes, less than a minute later she comes back in.

You pop down in sudden fear scared to know if she saw. She picks up your leg saying "Let's how long you can "sleep" y/n" she puts her clit against yours. You "wake up" in sudden shock not knowing that when she went outside she took her pants off. She starts rubbing your clit against hers really fast before you can even think.

You start uncontrollably moaning from the pleasure you wanted all night from her. She smirks and says "Look who's awake." she starts going even faster. You gather yourself to look up at her and smirk, you had never seen such a look of fear on her face. You look at her and say "Hmm, did I fool you into thinking I was a bottom." you let out a laugh and put your hand around her neck choking her.

You move her by the neck and slam her on the bed "Hmm, let's see if this game is two-player" you say as you position your clit against hers. Just before you start you look at her and say "Are you ready?" She thinks you can't do anything so she says "Yea" you smirk really hard at her and say "Okay then, Game Start."

You hold onto her hips and grind as fast as you can. The sudden movement shocks Nobara into a sudden state of pleasure. You lean over to her ear still grinding and whisper "Let's see how long round one lasts." you get up and let out a loud laugh still grinding. Nobara is in an uncontrollable pleasure state also in a state of shock.

Unable to move or control her moans she cums. EVERYWHERE. she looks at you and laughs and says "Who knew you had that ability in you?" you both laugh. You guys are getting dressed and the doorbell rings. Nobara chuckles and says "Oh, yea. Dinner's here."

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michaelneedssomefics · 5 years ago

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Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count:

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids), angst, swearing, Drunk!Dean, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of death, slight suicide mention if you squint.

A/N: I told y'all I was feeling angsty. This is after Sam falls into the pit, but Lisa isn't a thing. Also the smut was very spontaneous.

You were in The Impala, gripping the wheel so hard your knuckles were white. You tried calling Dean for so long and he wouldn't answer. Sam is gone and he's broken, both of you were.

Ofcourse you would wind up finding him with a bottle of Vodka in his hand, not to mention it was already empty. His gaze set on nothing, just space. What was making you grip the wheel wasn't because he was drinking though.

He was standing at the side of a bridge. A bridge that was built above a river that was almost dry.

That got you out of the car pretty fast.

"Dean!" You called, slamming the cars door, and he visibly winced, slowly looking over his shoulder at you, as if hoping you weren't actually there. He then sighed, and leaned his forehead over the bridges railing, his hands gripping it tightly.

You came up next to him, resting your hand on his. "Dean?" You whispered. He snapped his hand from under your and turned his back to you. "Don't, Y/N, don't do that" he said roughly. "Don't do th-, don't do what Dean? Don't be worried sick about you? When I can't get a hold of you and I find you standing on this bridge all alone with an empty bottle in your hand? Am not supposed to be worried? Huh?" You nearly yelled. You were so worried about him, you knew he was hurting, badly.

He turned around, looking at you with pure sadness in his face. You looked at each other for something that felt like forever.

"Why do you stick around?" He bluntly asked. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and tears were forming in your eyes. Was he indicating that he wanted you to go? You weren't sure. "Wh- what do you mean? We're family how could I n-" "because I'm a death trap!" He cut you off. "Everyone close to me dies. How could you stick around someone who ensures your death to be early?" He asks.

Your eye widened at the statement, you brows furrowed when he asked the question. You stepped closer to him, reaching with your hand to his, the other coming up to his face, thumb wiping his tears. His eye close at the gesture, his face dropping. You gently tilted his chin up, waiting for him to look at you. When he finally does, you find red rimmed eyes looking back at you, when he finds eyes full of love and sincerity.

"I stick around because I love you Dean. I said it before and I plan on saying it as many times more as I can. And I promise I will stick around for as long as I live." Both of your hands are holding onto his face now, to make sure he's looking at you. "Early death is something that comes with this job. This life. I'm not expecting to live till I'm wrinkly and we both agreed that kids are not even something were thinking of bringing into this fucked up world. Ofcourse I want my family to keep living, keep being around with me, ofcourse I do. And sure I'd rather have as long as I can. But I can't... I can't be naive. It's not you that's making everyone around him... you know. Its the job. And every single hunter chooses this job, for good or bad reasons, but we choose it."

The tears kept flowing from his face. "he didn't choose this. He was going to be a lawyer. Dad fucked up his childhood and then he finally got out and... and I had to burst in and fuck it too."

"Azazel would've... would've killed Jess anyways. He would've reached out to you if you weren't there already." You argued

He scoffed, and you continued before he could say something else, "Sam didn't choose this job. He chose to stand by you and fight with you. And he chose to jump. Because he loves you and want you to keep fighting."

His brows furrowed and he looked at you with those green puppy eyes.

"You better not lose her if something happens to me" sam sternly says to Dean. "What?" Dean asks "nothing is happening to you so shut up and let me hear the music". Sam chuckles, looking back at you sleeping deeply in the back seat. He then looks back a Dean and says "if I'm gone you better not go around making deals again." He says sternly this time. Dean looks at him breifly then back to the road clenching his jaw. "You need to be there for her because we both know she's going to be there for you and we also know you're going to try and push her away like you do all the time with your feelings." Dean's jaw went from clenched to slack as he let Sam's words settle in. He looked at you through the mirror and when he looks at you his whole world stops. All he could think about is you freckled nose and how you giggle at his and Sam's banters. He then looks back at Sam and then at the road again, "I'm going to make sure we don't have to get to that point, ok? Just... let's just get to the motel." He says and turns up the volume.

Dean stares back at you and blinks through the last of his tears. He needed to do this right his time. No more drinking till he's unconscious. He needs to be strong for Sam, needs to be there for you.

"Let's get you home, Dean" you took his hand and led him to the Impala. You helped him into the car, "watch your head, babe". And went to the driver's side, turning the engine on and started driving, one hand on the wheel, the other in Dean's. You glanced at him every once in a while, noticing he was starting to get sleepy. He squeezes your hand, "I love you too" he mumbles, and you almost missed it. You smiled at him, "I know."

You got to the motel and helped Dean into the shower, and when he was out he was half sober. Must've drank that bottle of vodka a while before you got there. He was still slumped over, still in his own mind. "Let's go to sleep?" You asked. He sat on the bed next to you, and looked deeply into your eyes. His arm went around your waist and he pulled you to straddle him. "Dean?" You questioned, holding onto his shoulders. "Help me forget. Just for tonight, and tomorrow we'll talk about everything. I promise. Just help me tonight?" He asks, his eyes begging you.

Your lips crashed into his, melting into the eachother, his hands going under your cream sweater and roaming around your back, your hand going to his hair pulling on it, making him groan into your mouth. You were grinding onto him, feeling his bulge growing and straining against his jeans. He pulled off your sweater and unclasped your bra, slowly kissing down from your lips, to your jaw, then to your neck finding that spot that makes you squirm. You pulled his face back to yours by his hair, kissing him hard, while your hands finding his zipper, opening it and sliding into his boxer grabbing his cock. He moans into your mouth at the touch, one of his hands gripping your side as the other kneads your breast.

You quickly get your hand out of his boxers and push him back onto the bed, "clothes off" you panted while slowly sliding out of your sweatpants, panties following. He quickly disposed of his shirt, then his pants and boxers, all clothes strewn over the floor.

He got up from the bed and walked over to you, holding your waist, eyes flickering from eyes to your lips, and back to your eye and then he smiles. "What?" You murmur in between pecks, a little smile playing on your face as well. "Nothing, just... just don't know what I did to deserve you." You slightly pulled away from him at that, eyeing him carefully, "nothing special really... just cought my fancy..." you murmured, and then switched to rougher moves.

You pushed him onto the bed and immediately jumped on him not letting him move. You kissed him passionately, slowly moving down his body, leaving open mouthed kisses across his chest and abs.

You kept going down until you reached his navel. You left kisses all around, on his hips, on his inner thighs, then licked your way from his base up to the tip, bringing it into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down, each time going down just a little more. Your tounge swirling around his cock, his moans music to your ears.

You pulled away with a pop, a saliva string hanging from your mouth to his tip. He sits up, thumb wiping your mouth, and then you crashed your lips back to his.

He flipped you both so now you were on you back and he was on top of you, his cock grinding onto your cunt, making you want more. He the pulled away from the kiss and looked you in the eyes, "I love you, Y/N, I love you so much" he whispered. You held his head between you hands for the second time that night, saying "I love you" for the second time that night, but it was different.

He slides into you slowly, stretching you inch by inch. Moaning into each other's ears, he thrusts into you slowly, picking his pase, kissing your neck. He finds your clit and starts rubbing circles on it, making you scratch his back with your nails.

His thrust become uneven and you know he's close. You are too. You nibble on his ear, whispering "cum for me, Dean". He grunts and cums inside you, his cock's twitches triggering your own high.

He ploppes down beside you, both of you still panting. You look over at him and he does the same at you, both of you catching the others eye. You rolled on to your stomach, your leg coming between his, your hand and head resting on his chest so you're looking up at him. His hand comes up to your back, gently running up and down your and yours come up to his hair, running through his hair.

"Now let's go to sleep?" You ask. "Was that all you were thinking about?" He pouts. "Well, that and maybe just a little bit about you. A little." You joke, and he fakes laugh "ha ha you're so funny" and you giggle at him, sneaking a peck on his lips.

You rested your cheek on his chest and closed your eyes. "Tomorrow is a you and me day, go it? Both in a good and a bad- no not bad but you get me. Ok?" You say. He runs his fingers through your hair, and hums, "a promise is a promise".

"A promise is a promise." You agree. giving into exhaustion, you fall asleep next to your love.

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laws-hat-headcanons · 6 years ago

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Yay, I’m so excited that requests are open again! Here’s mine: How would Kid, Law, Zoro, and Ace react to their s/o being suggested by the crew to go on a mission to seduce the enemy, and they go? Who would be supportive, who would be like “hell no”, etc? I’m not sure what your character limit is, so definitely take out a character if I have too many! Thank you and have a great day!! 🥰

Ahhhh this is the first ask I've had with Kid in it and I love him. I LOVE HIM. So this was a lot of fun, I changed it from s/o to crush because I think if its s/o the boys have more say in whether or not they want their partner to do it and we dont want that!! Also I dropped Ace because 3 Is my character limit at the moment! Hope you enjoy @cleverusername-123 this was a great ask!

Kid, Law and Zoro reacting to their Crush seducing the enemy!

Kid

. As soon as one of the crew suggest that you are the one to seduce the marines guarding the door Kid is instantly pissed off.

. You don't dismiss the idea straight away, instead you take a few minutes to think it over in your head, working out the possible issues. Which is even worse.

. Kid finds it hard to sit through those minutes without fidgeting - fighting down the urge to shout down the proposal before you've said anything.

. Because, technically, you aren't his. Yet.

. And he knows that. But it doesn't mean he's going to be happy about you flirting with some other guys right in front of him. Even if it is for the benefit of the crew.

. When you say you'll do it, Kid clenches his fists so tight that his nails cut into his palms and he has to repeat in his head that you can do what you like, you aren't his. You aren't his. Damn it.

. "Nah, that's a stupid plan, think of something else," He throws out anyway, shoving his hands in his pockets.

. And he feels this heat coiling in his stomach when you look over at him, one eyebrow raised and that half smirk on your face (the one that drives him crazy) like you know what he's thinking.

. "You don't think I can do it, Captain?" You ask innocently, and it makes him want to shove you up against a wall and do awful things to you. But he does't, he just snarls in response.

. So you head back to the ship to get changed and when you come back he really struggles not to man handle you. You're dressed to kill, and it fucking turns him on. He has no doubt that you'll manage your objective. He hates this.

. Kid and the rest of the crew watch from a shadowed alley as you stride towards the guards, walking past them at first then back tracking like they caught your interest. The marines are immediately all over you and you start flirting hard.

. Twirling your hair and pressing a hand to one of the guards chests. They hear your laugh echo across the street, low and seductive and it sends chills up Kid's spine.

. One of the guards reaches out and touches your cheek.

. Killer doesn't even bother to try and stop his Captain when he breaks from their cover, stomping over to where you are standing, bits of metal already swirling angrily around him as he goes.

. One of the guards shouts a warning while the second one shoves you behind him to keep you from getting hurt. But you know Kid isn't coming for you, and you know your plan has flown completely out the window.

. Kid doesn't even use his devils fruit ability. He just stalks over and punches the first guy in the face, hard enough that you hear bones breaking. The second guard doesn't last much longer.

. "You know I almost had the keys, right?" You say, hands on your hips, trying to look annoyed as Kid glowers at you.

. "Don't care," He snarls already reaching for you. "Come here."

Law.

. Right off the bat Law makes it clear that he doesn't like this idea.

. Trying to infiltrate a nobles resort to steal from them is fine. Having to seduce the bouncers in to letting you in is not.

. He's not against the plan because it's you that has been put forward to do the seducing, obviously. He would worry if any of the crew had to do it.

. But.. it is you.

. "Do you really think this is a good idea, Name-ya?" Law asks, frowning.

. "Can you think of a better one?" You reply, reasonably confident that all other avenues have been exhausted.

. Law tries not to clench his jaw because he has been wracking his brains to think of another plan - any other plan - and he has come up with nothing. His brain has failed him at the worst time.

. So now not only does he have to admit that he can't think of anything else but he has to let you go ahead with the original plan.

. When you emerge from your quarters in your swimwear Law makes a very valiant effort to not keep looking at you. He fails, but he tries. Especially when you ask he thinks you look okay.

. "It doesn't matter how I think you look, Name-ya," He says, pulling at the peak of his hat in an attempt to hide the light blush that has risen on his cheeks. "I'm not the one you've got to seduce."

. And then of course that is all he can think about.

. Bepo goes over the plan again with you and before you go Law pulls you aside, his fingers wrapping around your forearm, pulling you a little closer to him than is probably necessaryfor the conversation.

. "Are you sure you want to do this, Name-ya?" He asks.

. And you're confused because you've done things that were a lot more dangerous than this in the past and he's never acted like this before. But you tell him you'll be fine.

. "If you need me..." Law trails off because he doesn't know how to end that sentence. So you nod and go off on your way.

. Law will watch your progress like a hawk, he will tell himself it's just to make sure you are okay, and not because you look extremely good in that outfit.

. When you start flirting with the security guard Law will keep watching, in case you need him, but he won't enjoy it.

. He'll get this peculiar twist in his chest whenever you run your fingers along the guards arm, or laugh at something he said. You look like you're actually having a good time. And that... hurts.

. Law has an itch to send a room spinning out across you and just mince the guard in to little pieces. But he doesn't. That would defeat the whole purpose of this mission.

. So instead he waits and tries to squash any and all feelings. Anger, lust, jealousy.

. When you come back Law will congratulate you on completing your assignment, but he won't stick around to find out the details.

. Instead he will go back to his room. Sit at his desk, Trying not to think about you and how you make him feel.

. Trying not to think about how much he wants you.

Zoro

. Zoro is conflicted because he doesn't quite know how he feels about you at the moment.

. But he knows he doesn't like this plan of Nami's.

. Why can't she be the one to get all flirty with the other pirates? It was her idea and she's the best suited to it anyway. But apparently she is going to be stealing stuff while you distract them.

. So he keeps quiet because you haven't complained about it and he doesn't want to be the only one to speak up - he doesn't want you to think that he thinks you can't look out for yourself.

. So he just sort of frowns and listens to his part in the plan and tries not to pay attention when you come back to join the group looking damn flawless.

. Zoro has never seen you in anything other than your day to day clothing, so seeing you like this makes something odd and entirely unknown flop around in his stomach.

. Very kindly, Robin subtly leans over and pushes his jaw back up.

. He can't stop blushing.

. Now he really, really doesn't like this plan.

. When you leave to approach your target he is watching you. He keeps an ear out for any interruptions, ready to step in if someone or something unexpected happens.

. If he strains Zoro can hear your conversation, and that makes him blush too because you aren't holding back.

. He accidentally imagines himself in the position of the other pirate and then gets flustered and resolutely reminds himself he is supposed to be on lookout.

. He does a good job at ignoring you until he hears you laugh - but it isn't your usual light laugh, it's forced.

. Zoro looks over and sees the pirate running a hand up your leg, touching all the exposed skin he can get at. Zoro's hand tightens on the hilt of one of his swords but he knows he can't act, not matter how much he wants to.

. And he does want to.

. He's never wanted to hurt someone for the sake of causing them pain but now he's thinking about it.

. To anyone else you look like you're having the time of your life, but Zoro knows you better than that. He knows your body language and he knows how uncomfortable you are.

. He watches as you place your hand over the Pirates, holding his hand in place to stop it roaming any further up your leg.

. Zoro sees Nami slip in behind you, her nimble fingers ghosting over the other Pirate to find her prize. Finally.

. But the Pirate is pushing you again, batting your hand away to slip under the fabric of your clothes and Zoro doesn't realise that he's moved until he is standing in front of you, sword half drawn.

. "You got a problem?" The Pirate asks, his words slurred as he looks up at Zoro. "I'm a little busy here."

. Nami disappears, giving Zoro a wink as she melts in to the crowd. Zoro lets a slow grin spread over his face as his sword inches further out of it's sheath.

. "I said, you got a problem?" The Pirate asks, pushing to his feet and letting you finally escape.

. "Yeah," Zoro answers finally, sword glinting in the half light of the bar. He casts a glance at you as you move to stand behind him, then back to the pirate. "I think I do."

#one piece #op headcanons #eustass kid #Law #Zoro #trafalgar law #Kid #roronoa zoro #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines

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ifyouseekay468 · 3 years ago

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Okay, here it is:

(TW for abuse mention, implied csa, metaphorical gore, general blasphemy, gaslighting mention, suicide mention.)

For the love of Medusa, Hecate, Isis, Lilith, Artemis, Aphrodite, Inanna, Persephone, Brighid, Baset... ...he said something about her also No, she left him, she threw him to the dogs. She's the last thing we need in this cathedral. She's not listening to me now. She let him come here because you're supposed to return the lost sheep, but he's not a fucking lost sheep he's a fucking person you tricked and don't pull that good Shepard bullshit with me because all you ever did was hurt him and you told him it was his fault and he was a goddamn kid he was thirteen don't tell me good things come from tragedies because that "good thing" almost killed him and you called him a fucking demon until he did whatever was asked — wherever was asked — of him and the moment he said no or cried too loud he was damned to hell but you didn't stop there, you told him he was your son so you could crucify him over and over, and he fucking thanked you because you told him the nails in his wrist and the thorns on his head were his fault and that you were doing it because you loved him and now he begs people to drive the nails through his wrists because without them he feels unlovable and every night he spends with someone he screams through the walls please forgive me and I'm having to clean up your mess you big piece of shit because for all your virtue you sure did let them take and take and take until nothing was left of his and fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.

...very tempted to post the monologue I wrote from the POV of a pagan refusing to call on the xtian G*d to help their extian friend bc of all the harm he's done but it's a SUPER long run on sentence.

But also... it fucks.

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jungblue · 8 years ago

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I just wanted to let you know how much I adore Loving Him, Loving Her. It's beautifully written and keeps the reader on the edge of their seat throughout each sentence. You're very talented!

omg this was so sweet!! thank you! god, i really need to work more on pt.2 some more… and i feel bad that it’s been months since pt.1, so if you or anyone is interested i’ll post a couple k of pt.2 under the cut!! honestly it’s been months so who knows if anyone’s still interested in the story but if you are here’s a very rough draft of about 2k

It was the shrill ring of your alarm that woke you up. You groaned in annoyance at the incessant noise, completely confused as to why it was going off in the first place. It was summer right? With your eyes still sealed tightly shut, you tried to reach forward so you could begin blindly searching for the whereabouts of your phone, but your movements were halted by something grappling to your waist.

“What the hell?” You said in a scratchy and sleep-deprived whisper.

You opened your eyes, rubbing at them to try and get rid of the puffiness so you could see what was going on, but when you looked down to see what the constraint against your waist was, you froze.

Hands.

Hands so big, with fingers so long, that they could only belong to one person; Taehyung. They were clasped around your body, and after a couple seconds of wild bewilderment running through your mind, you finally remembered why.

You had sex with your fuckboy of a best friend that you just so happened to really like — great.

A continuous mantra of idiot, idiot, idiot, ran through your head as you reached for your still ringing phone on the nightstand. You dismissed the alarm, but not before you read the memo that you had at some point set last night to go off at seven a.m. — well at least you made one smart decision last night.

The memo read ‘get home’, and you quickly remembered how you weren’t supposed to be here in the first place, and that your parents were going kill you if you didn’t get home in time… But that somehow wasn’t what was weighing most heavily on your mind.

You could feel the press of Taehyung’s forehead against the center of your back, and you wished more than anything that the two of you could just stay like this. You tried to remain still, fearing that any tiny movement would wake him, but you decided after about a minute or so that you just wanted to look at him before you shattered this small dream that you and Taehyung had created — or at least you had.

Your heart hammered inside of your chest as you slowly turned over in his arms. He buried his face into your chest at the change in position, and you hate the slight twinge that it made flutter through your heart. Dammit, how can someone be so cute when all they’re doing is sleeping?

You hesitantly lowered yourself down the bed until the two of you were finally face to face. His mouth was parted slightly, and it pushes the tiniest of smiles to your lips. His hair was messy, and you can’t help yourself from reaching out and caressing the darkly-colored strands.

“Why’d you let me do it, jerk?” You whispered into his chin, regret seeping from your voice.

But then you reminded yourself that it was probably because he didn’t know how you felt, since you’ve never actually told him, idiot. And that was of course one possibility, but there were also several others. Maybe he did actually know how you felt, and decided to go along with it just for his own selfish agenda. That was definitely another route this entire situation could take, but you can’t help but think that Taehyung wouldn’t do something like that. After all, he was already holding himself back for the sake of your friendship together, so it’s hard to believe that he would still go through with sleeping with you if he knew your true feelings for him.

But regardless you didn’t blame Taehyung for any of this. You were the one who insinuated that you wanted to come up here with him last night, you were the one who agreed to follow him up those stairs, and you were the one that gave into your feelings. You knew exactly what you were doing… and now here you were, dealing with the consequences.

You wondered how he was going to act once you woke him up. Was he going to be the same old Taehyung, or maybe for once he wouldn’t know how to handle the situation either. And in all honesty, even though it was the more difficult road, you would rather have the latter, because the idea of having him act as if nothing had changed between the two of you at all, that would most definitely hurt worse.

You took in a shallow and ragged breath, the anxiety of what was about to happen almost paralyzing. Please, please, please feel something… anything, you thought inside of your head as you placed your hand on his bare shoulder. Your nails curled into his skin as you tried to work up the courage to wake him up, but it was like you just couldn’t bring yourself to move. Maybe you would just give it a few more minutes so you could try and calm your nerves — or at least that’s what you would’ve liked to do if not for the second wave of shrill rings that suddenly started to flow from your phone.

“Fucking snooze.” You cursed yourself for pressing the wrong button before quickly turning back to the nightstand to silence the alarm.

Great, now you were even more on edge than before.

Once the room returned to its previously quiet state, you let out a frustrated sigh — but then you suddenly felt something.

Every bone and breath in your entire body instantly halted when you felt the untangling of Taehyung’s arms from around your waist, and the groan-mixed yawn that signaled he was no longer asleep.

“Shit, shit, shit,” You whispered to yourself in a complete panic as you turned to face him. He was rubbing his face, and he still hadn’t opened his eyes yet. Should you say something before he looked at you, or maybe you should just —

“Y/N”

Crap.

Your eyes cautiously slithered upwards until they locked with his. His expression seemed calm, the complete opposite of your frazzled state, and that worried you.

“Hey…” You whispered back, and you could feel the hesitation in your voice, so there was no doubt that Taehyung would pick up on it.

“What’s wrong?” He quickly asked as expected, bringing one hand down onto the side of your hip, making you stiffen.

“N-nothing, I just…” You stuttered, “I-I need to get home before my parents find out I left, remember?”

That wasn’t what was wrong at all, but what else were you going to say? I like you a lot, and even though we’re really good friends, and I know you don’t date, I want to be with you? … Well in all honesty that was probably exactly what you should say, just to get everything out on the table, but you just weren’t ready for that yet.

“Oh shit, you’re right.” He said quickly, jumping up from his position on the bed to immediately start pulling his clothes back on.

You slid out of the bed as well, pulling the length of Taehyung’s shirt down as far as you could past your thighs so you could bend over and pick up your clothes. You were about to make your way to the bathroom that was in his room so you could change, but then he suddenly spoke.

“You’re gonna get shy on me now, babe?” He asked, and you don’t even have to turn to see the smirk lining his lips.

Same old Taehyung, you thought to yourself somberly as you tried to push away the sting pricking at the back of your eyes. You didn’t reply, and instead continued to make your way to the bathroom, but he was quick to catch up to you before you could shut the door.

“Hey, hey, hey,” He said as he jogged towards you, and then suddenly one of his hands was cupping the side of your face and the other was on the door. He was standing right in front of you, and finally you got something glinting off of his eyes other than neutrality; concern. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to make you feel weird with that… I just — It’s just that I can see how uncomfortable you are, and I hate that I’m the one that’s making you feel that way. That’s seriously the last thing I ever wanna make anyone feel, but especially you. I’m sorry. I just wanted to like lighten the mood to make you feel better, because clearly I fucked up.”

You could see just how guilty he felt, and that wasn’t what you wanted at all. Taehyung was just trying to help you in the only way that he knows how, by being himself, by trying to make you laugh, by just… Being Taehyung. So how could you possibly be upset with him for trying to make you feel comfortable when you looked like you were anything but?

“N-no, Tae, that’s not what’s wrong,” You said quickly to reassure him. “It’s just that I’ve obviously never woken up to you in this… context, so I guess I don’t really know how to act, and I didn’t know how you were going to act, so it just made me really nervous.”

That was the simple version of how you felt, but for right now it was good enough just to make sure that Taehyung knew you were okay.

“That’s good. I just really wanted to make sure that you were okay. I didn’t know if I did anything wrong last night when we were…” He trailed off, sparing the details that were now playing on a loop inside of your mind.

“No, I promise you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m fine,” You said with a hint of a forced smile, but if Taehyung noticed he didn’t say anything. “Now if you’ll excuse me, so I can get dressed and not be grounded for my entire last year of high school.”

“You really aren’t gonna change in front of me?” He said with a look of disbelief, and it actually makes you laugh. “Was I not good enough? Because let me just say that you were everything I imagined and more—” You didn’t even hear the rest of what he had to say because you were practically burning up on the inside while also dying of laughter as you shut the door on him.

—-

The drive back to your house was relatively quiet, but not exactly uncomfortable. You both made small talk about the things that had happened at the party before the two of you had gone upstairs together. It actually felt kind of nice, just listening to the low hum of the radio as the landscape changed from open lakes and trees, to suburban neighborhoods, little dialogue being exchanged as it happened.

Eventually the car came to a stop. Taehyung parked one street over from your house. You were feeling really nervous about going back. You hadn’t gotten any texts from your parents but maybe that was just so they could ambush you at the house with lectures once you finally came home.

“Uhm, thanks for the ride, Tae. I guess I’ll head back now.” You already had your fingers locked around the door handle when something suddenly caught your wrist.

“Wait, Y/N,” Taehyung loosened his grip, letting his hand fall onto the middle console once he knew you were going to stay. “I really don’t wanna seem annoying or pushy, but… Are you sure you’re okay? You’re just being really quiet and you seem so… distant.”

You bit your lip at the accusation, mind fighting with wanting to tell him how you felt, or just flat out ignoring the situation completely. Both were going to end in damages, but only one of them required immediate conflict, and that just wasn’t something you wanted to deal right now.

“Taehyung, I said—”

“You’re fine, sure. Y/N, look if you want—” He cuts himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before continuing in a much softer tone. “All I’m saying is that if you want to talk about what happened with us last night, then please just tell me. I get that I seem like that fuck n’ leave type of guy, but you know me better than that. You know that if you want to talk, I will sit here and have this talk with you, but I can’t if you keep saying you’re fine when I know you’re not.”

You were actually at a loss of words after that. You’d never seen Taehyung act like that before, and it wasn’t that he was being mean or anything, but he just sincerely wanted the truth when you clearly weren’t giving it to him. And sure, you definitely weren’t ready to give him the full truth of why you were acting the way you were, but maybe talking it through with him could actually help.

It was pure silence for a couple of agonizing seconds before you finally responded, head tilted down, voice quiet. “So… You’ll talk about last night with me? Like, no joking around, you being a hundred percent serious?”

“Hey, look at me,” Taehyung whispered, gently grabbing your chin so that you’d face him. “Of course I’ll be serious. I hate seeing you this way. It’s like you’re scared to talk to me or something and I honestly can’t stand that. I need to know what’s wrong so I can try and fix it. You’re my best friend. How could I not be serious when you’re this upset?”

#loving him loving her #blushoseoks #message

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