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levandright · 1 day ago

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HII this is my fluff wip tht i scratch away bc i hv too many smut reqs

Summary : One of them writes a love letter to get over their feelings, but it accidentally ends up in the other’s hands. Not knowing the letter is about them, they ask the writer for advice on how to respond to their own letter, sparking a chain of misunderstandings until the truth is revealed.

What i had in mind :

-Jake wrote it to y/n

-He accidentally lost the letter while he was walking on the hallway

-The letter ended up in front of y/n’s locker

-She picked it up and read it

-Told jake abt the letter (but they r both idiots) until somehow they figure it out bc it got obvious

Feel free to change the plot!! ( I might write a part 2 from ur fic if u make it <3)

Letter of the Heart

pairing : jake x f!reader ୨ৎ content / warning(s) : fluff, they're friends, funny misunderstanding cause they're idiots(jake specifically but its okay <3), highschool au ୨ৎ word count : 1k

synopsis. when y/n finds a love letter at her locker, she has no idea who it’s from, so she asks her best friend, jake, for help with what to say. jake, being the good friend he is, jumps in—giving advice, joking around, and even offering to “practice” her responses.

ᐢ..ᐢ lev notes : ended this on a cliffhanger hehe >:3 hope you like what i did mama belle <3 cause i had an awesome time, thinking of what to add on to make it more fun.

it all starts with a love letter. jake, who’s been silently carrying a crush on you for ages, finally pours out his feelings on paper. he didn't plan on giving you the letter—it just something he wrote to work through his emotions. but the next day, while walking to class in a rush, the letter slips out of his notebook and lands right in front of your locker.

later, you spot the folded note, curious, and decide to read it. your heart flutters as you take in the words—gentle, vulnerable, clearly written by someone who has been holding these feelings close. but who could it be? the handwriting is neat, but familiar. intrigued, you decide to find out.

during break time, you bring it up to jake. “i found this letter outside my locker,” you say, holding it up, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “it’s… really sweet. but i have no idea who wrote it!”

jake, obliviously laughs. “a secret admirer, huh?” he teases, thinking of all the possible suspects. “what did it say?”

you blush reading a line out loud: “‘every time i see you smile, i feel like everything makes sense.’” jake’s heart skips a beat, hearing his own words, but he quickly pushes away the strange familiarity of it.

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later that afternoon in the cafeteria. you hold up the love letter, cheeks flushed as you read through it again. you sigh looking to jake for help. “it says, ‘you make me believe in all the little things that make life beautiful.’ how… how am i supposed to respond to something like that?”

jake laughs, trying to brush off the pang of recognition he feels. did he… write that? he wonders but shakes the thought away, assuming it’s just an odd coincidence.

“maybe say something like, ‘i didn’t know i had such an impact on you!’” he suggests. “or if you want to be bolder, add, ‘tell me more about these little things.’ you know, just to tease them a bit.”

you beam, nodding. “that’s actually perfect! you’re a genius at this.”

jake chuckles, putting on a casual smile while his heart races. “just call me the love doctor.” he can’t shake the strange feeling, but he pushes it aside, too embarrassed to imagine he might be her admirer.

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in the library the next day, you and jake go over the letter again, trying to analyze every word.

“whoever wrote this,” you murmur, pointing to a line, “has a way with words. ‘every time i see you smile, i feel like the world gets a little brighter.’ that’s… that’s intense. do you know anyone who’d say something like that?”

jake’s pulse quickens as the words ring a familiar bell in his head. that sounds like… something he would write.

trying to cover, he shrugs. “uh, well, it’s probably someone with a soft side,” he jokes, mentally kicking himself. “maybe they read a lot, or… watch a lot of rom-coms?”

you laugh, clearly enjoying the mystery. “could be… but it feels so genuine, like they really meant it.”

he tries to smile, but his mind races. could it really be… his own letter? the thought sends his heart racing, and he fights to keep his cool, feeling embarrassed that he might be guiding her response to his letter.

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that night, as jake lies in bed, an unsettling thought lingers in his mind. could it actually be… my letter?

the more he thinks about it, the more familiar those lines sound, and his stomach twists with both excitement and dread. sitting up, he grabs his backpack and rummages through it, pulling out his notebook. he flips through the pages, looking for the tucked-away letter he remembers putting there. but as he gets to the back of the notebook, his stomach drops.

the letter isn’t there.

“no, no, no…” he mutters, flipping through each page again. but it’s nowhere to be found. he recalls that day in the hallway when he’d been rushing to class. it must’ve slipped out then!

jake groans, covering his face with both hands, completely mortified. 'she’s been reading my letter this whole time… and i’ve been helping her respond to it!'

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as you sit in class together, you try to bring up the letter again. “so, about my response… i was thinking of adding a line about—”

jake quickly interrupts, laughing a bit too loudly. “oh, yeah, sure, whatever you think, it’s all good!” he blushes, then looks away. “i mean… i’m sure whoever it is would be thrilled with anything you say.”

you narros your eyes, studying his red face. “are you okay, jake? you’ve been acting really… weird since yesterday.”

jake scratches the back of his neck, glancing everywhere but you. “who, me? no, no, i’m fine. totally normal. it’s… totally normal for me to help you write a love letter to someone i don’t even know, right?”

he lets out a nervous laugh, mentally cringing at how ridiculous he sounds, and you just raise an eyebrow, watching him closely. is he blushing? you wonder, putting the pieces together bit by bit. but you don’t say anything yet, waiting for the right moment.

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the next day, you read the letter over again, something finally clicking. as you recall jake’s reactions, the strange look in his eyes every time you talked about the letter, you suddenly realize the truth.

the next day during lunch, you turn to jake, a small knowing smile on your face. “jake… i have a hunch. about who wrote the letter.”

jake’s heart stops. “oh? who… who do you think it is?”

your eyes search his, twinkling with a new understanding. “i think it was… you.”

jake’s eyes widen, and his mouth opens, but before he can respond, the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. you stand up, leaving him stunned in his seat as you head off to class with a glance over your shoulder, you give him a teasing smile.

“see you after class, jakey~” you say with a playful tone.

jake is left sitting there, his heart racing, unsure of what you’ll say—or what he’ll say—when you finally meet again.

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l1ttlestr4ng3r · 3 days ago

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Note: Ghost will be submissive in this Story. Please skip if you dont like this. (I’ve written this a while ago, so don’t talk about the grammar - I know it’s bad)

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Task Force 141 was sent on a Mission Hours away, the Military Trucks loaded with Soldiers. The Mission was smooth until one of your Men made the wrong Move and jeopardized the whole Operation, forcing you to flee almost immediately.

Everyone was running to the Trucks and you just so happened to be one of the last along with Ghost. No actual Seats were left, so you had to resort to the trunk. „Bloody Hell.." He cursed, before jumping in and pulling you onto his Lap to reserve space.

You were quite surprised as he pulled me onto his Lap so fast.

The smell of musky Cologne filled your Nose as you found yourself pressed against a pair of hard abs wrapped in his gear, you could feel the muscles shifting underneath you, he was breathing heavily from the run.

„Sit still." His husky Voice damanded.

„I.. don't even move." You've said, almost consuming the smell of him.

„You're heavy." He grunted, but didn't make any efforts to push you off, his Legs were spread apart enough so your Legs were completely surrounded, almost trapped between his muscled thighs.

„You pulled me on your Lap. So don't complain about it." You've said, feeling his muscles on my whole Body.

His Eyes narrowed behind the Mask as he heard your bold Statement, you were quite short compared to him, barley reaching his Shoulders. With your Legs crossed, you were almost in the perfect Position for him, but he wouldn't admit that to you out loud, your Legs slightly bounced against his Thighs as the Truck made it's Way back. „Shut it."

„Okay" you've said.

His Mouth twitched into a Smirk as you complained so quickly, „Good Girl".

His Voice was filled with Sarcasm and slight annoyance, but you got a Feeling a Hint of something more was there, but you couldn't figure it out.

You're blushing slightly as he called you a „good girl" but it didn't affect you that much.

Ghost noticed the Blood rushing to your Cheeks and he couldn't help but Smirk, „You good down there? Getting hot and bothered are we?" he asked sarcastically. He was definitely doing this on Purpose.

„I'm fine." You've said.

He rolled his Eyes, „Mhm.. Right. Can I ask you something?" He asked, looking down at you expectantly.

„What is it?"

„You got a Boyfriend? Ive never seen you around with a Man or a Woman, in that case." He asked cursiously, hoping you were single.

„Nope. No Boyfriend or Girlfriend. What about you?"

His Eyebrows raised with Interest, he didn't expect you to be single, you were quite the Looker, at least he thought so.

„Girlfriend? No, unfortunately I do not. I am single." He smirked.

„No wonder." you've said, mocking him a little.

Ghost looked offended but didn't show it, he rolled his Eyes again and smirked „And what do you mean „No wonder"? You trying to say I don't get Chicks or something?" He scoffed.

„Well, otherwise you would have one, don't you?"

He scoffed one again „I could get whoever I want. I'm just simply too focused in my Job to chase Bitches." he said nonchalantly, hoping you might be interested or intrigued by his Arrogance.

„Oh yeah, tell me more please. It's sooo sexy when you call Woman „Bitches"." you've said with a sarcastic tone.

His Eyes narrowed, „Oh so you're a Feminist, huh? You're one of those „Men are disgusting" Girls?" He asked in a teasing tone, but wanted to hear your reply.

„Well, to be honest, there are a lot Men who are *really* disgusting. But no, I am not a Feminist." you've said to him.

„You know what? You're actually a fairly smart Woman. Not an Idiot like the others." He smirked, trying to see how easily he could manipulate you, but from the Way you spoke, it seemed like his Plan would be difficult.

„I know that I'm smart. Otherwise I wouldn't know that you try to manipulate me." You glanced to him over your Shoulder.

He looked taken back that you could tell, he smirked once more „You're a smart ass too. You're not like these other Chicks. I have to admit. Most would fall into that trap pretty quickly."

He leaned closer so he could whisper in your Ear, „You're really pretty and hot," he whispered, hoping you get flustered.

„I am. You don't have to tell me things I already know." you've said.

He smirked one more *damn this Girl was arrogant* „Oh I really bet all these Men flock after you, don't they?" He said mockingly. He didn't even know if Men were interested in you, but he said to he how far he can push you.

„Well.. let us ask them," You've said. „ sine the whole Truck is full of Men, go ahead and ask them."

Ghost smirked, he didn't expect you to be this bold. *damn*.

He had to admit this Chick was something else. He shook his Head as if he was slightly annoyed, but he was also intrigued, he wanted to see how far he could take this.

"Right," he spoke up, making sure the entire packed Truck could hear him "does anyone habe a Crush on her?" he asked in a sarcastic Voice.

Ghost smiled as he heard a few Men reply in his Favor, some even said they'll kill for her.

He glanced at you with satisfaction. „See? You're popular." he said with satisfaction but with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Well, I think I am." you've said with slightly arrogance.

You lean back against his Chest, looking up at him as you start to tease him a little. You whisper to him in a flirty Voice "But what about you Soldier? Would you also kill for me?" a slight smirk appeared on your Face.

Ghost looked down at you with amusement as you leaned against his Chest, he noticed the smirk on your Face and knew you were trying to tease him. He was enjoying this a little exchange between you two, he wasn't used to it.

His Eyes narrowed as you spoke "I don't have to. I could have you whenever I wanted" he whispered in a low Voice, letting you know he wasn't joking.

You let out a little scoff "You really think that you can have me wherever you want?" almost sounding arrogant.

His Jaw clenched as he stared down at you, he wanted to put you in Place, but you were just too irritatingly cute. He smirked "I most definitely can, I could have you right now and here." He spoke in a deep Voice and there was no joking this Time.

"I don't think so" you said as you pushed yourself away from his Chest, not facing him anymore.

Ghost seemed annoyed, but he didn't show it, "Oh I think I could."

After a few Seconds he grabbed your Waist, pulling you closer to him. "You think you're tough? I could have you right now if I wanted you. You're a beautiful Chick, every Man in this Truck would kill to get a Chance to date you, but I'm the only one that can." He smirked.

You turn yourself a little to look at him, looking at him almost with cold Eyes.

"Before you even think about having me, you have to prove that you deserve this Chance to date me."

He smirked, he liked this. You were challenging him. He wanted to put you in Place, so he smirked once more as he spoke "Oh? And what would possibly make you so special? You think you I gotta do something do deserve that Chance with you? I am me, Ghost, you think that's not enough to deserve a Chance of being with you?"

"Okay let me tell you something real quick. Most of the Men think exactly like you and then there are these dumb little Girls which falling for this Shit, letting every Boy in with this attitude of yours. Do I look like such a Girl to you?"

He rolled his Eyes this Time, but he was also intrigued, he never thought you would be such a headstrong Woman. He didn't think Amy Woman could stand up to him like you were. He also knew you were messing with him, and he let you talk to see what you'd say next.

"No you don't look like one of those a Girls." he admitted reluctantly.

"Right. If I were one of these dumb little Girls, I would give anyone a chance, EVERY SINGLE MEN in this Truck. But no, I know my worth and I want a Man who know my worth too and is willing to deserve this fucking Chance to date me. So, you still think you can have me whenever you want?"

His Jaw clenched, *this Girl was getting out of Hand* He couldn't believe someone would actually challenge him like this. He stared deep into your Eyes as he spoke.

"So you wanna play hard ball? You want me to earn a Chance with you? Am I hearing that right?"

"Sounds like you don't want to!? Maybe another Man in this Truck is ready to earn this Chance." you've said so loud that all the Men could hear you clearly as you're still facing Ghost.

Ghost smirked confidently, the other Men watching you two speak gave him confidence that you were just messing with him.

"Go ahead and see if they're willing to 'earn' the Chance of dating you." he smirked as he sat up straighter, knowing you weren't going to say anything to the other Guys.

You turn yourself away from him, challenging him now fully as you speak to all the other Men "some of you said you'd kill for me..." you paused for a Moment to wait if Ghost is letting this go any further.

All the Men seemed eager to prove themselves, their Eyes locked on you. They were all waiting for your command.

Ghost let out a small chuckle as he noticed every other Man was eyeing you. He leaned back, confident that none of the Men would be brave enough to approach you.

As soon as there is no Reaction from Ghost you say "well, Ghost doesn't look like he is willing to earn a Chance to date me, maybe one of you is willing enough to earn this Chance."

A few of the Men cleared their Throats, they were a bit hesitant with such a bold move like that. He noticed that none of them would make such a daring move, but to see which one of them had the guts.

Ghost looked at you, he wasn't gonna back down from this, he was going to prove to you that he could have you whenever he wanted. „Do it..." he spoke up so the Men in the Truck could hear.

All the Men looked at Ghost with excitement, he basically challenged them all. A tall, muscular Guy who sat in the back of the Truck was the one to walk up to you. Ghost felt anger wash over him as he saw the Guy walk up to you as he was the one who was supposed to have you.

The tall Man cleared his throat, making sure the entire Truck was quiet and focusing on him and you. "I want to try and earn that Chance." he said confidently as he approached you. His Muscles were flexed as a sign of 'dominance'.

"Fine" you've said. "Then maybe I'll meet you at the Base when we're back." You've glanced again over your Shoulder to face Ghost.

Ghost glanced at the Man, then to you. He was still annoyed that you would even consider giving the Man a Chance, but if that Guy was willing to try and earn the Chance then he was going to try just as hard to beat him.

When you glanced back to him he was looking at you with a smug smirk on his Face, "bet I can get you first."

"Well, than you have to be fast, it's about 1 Hour until we're back at the Base." You've raised an Eyebrow.

He smirked, *this Girl is gonna give him hell*, he wanted to have you right now but he knew he shouldn't push his Luck.

"One Hour? I could get you within 5 Minutes." He teased, trying to make you doubt the other Guy.

"Ha, well then, try your Luck Soldier." You smirked at him, laughing quite a bit.

He smirked back, not wanting to lose this Challenge that was now put in place. The Guy was trying his best to catch your attention with his Muscles and Arrogance but you were clearly not interested.

Ghost turned his Head to the other Man "Oh don't be so confident, I could get her in Seconds if I wanted."

The tall male laughed at him then turned to you „Oh we'll see about that." he smirked smugly, the ego on this Guy was unbelievable. He had the confidence as if he already had you in the Bag.

"Oh Lord" you sighed to yourself.

"None of you both has a Chance right now you Idiots, you have to prove that you are worthy of this fucking Chance to date me."

The Man smirked and laughed in arrogance, "why don't you drop this little challenge and just pick me right now?" He asked, he sounded as he knew he was gonna win you over already.

"You seem really confident about yourself, do you?" you asked the Man, leaning little forward, but still settled on Ghost's Lap.

The Man glanced at Ghost for a Moment before responding to you, "of course I am! You can tell by my Body and Muscles, I'm a powerful Man, you would me as your Boyfriend over him" he glanced at Ghost, "he doesn't have nearly as much muscle as me, I'm the obvious Choice."

"Oh, so you think u would fall for you just because of your Muscles?" You mock him in a seductive way.

The Man smirked, "oh please, with Muscles like these any Woman would fall for me. It's been proven many timea before." he flexed his Arms for effect.

"Hmmmm, yes, show me your Muscles big Boy." You've said flirty but with a hint of sarcasm.

His Ego was inflated immediately, he thought you were actually serious and took the Challenge. He stared flexing his Bicep "see this? That's just my Arm, you would want this over Ghost's little physique. But let me show you my other set of Muscles." He started to take off his Shirt. The Men in the Truck whistled as they waited for your approval.

"Uuuh what a big Boy you are. With such a fucking big Ego" you've said while you rolled your Eyes. "You proved me at this Moment that you don't deserve this Chance. Sorry."

The Man looked shocked, he was humiliated. He couldn't believe you denied him a Chance, he was absolutely sure that he would win you over.

The other Guys laughed a little, most of them were on Ghost's side, they didn't really like this Guy's arrogant attitude either. They didn't mind seeing him get put in Place.

Ghost smirked slightly, he was enjoying seeing this Man's ego get torn into shreds.

The Man cleared his throat, his Face red with anger and embarrassment, "oh come on, I-I didn't even get a Chance to show you my best Msucles"

"Sweety, let me tell you something since you're not that clever. Muscles are not everything to impress a Woman you know?" You've said.

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at his Reaction. He was a Muscle Head, and thought it would guarantee him a Girl.

The Man's Face was still red with anger and embarrassment. "So? I have a nice Body, aren't you impressed by that?"

"No. No not really. Sorry." You've said.

He started to get mad, he couldn't believe you weren't impressed. He was convinced that you would be drooling over him.

"What kinda Girl doesn't like big strong Men?!" He almost yelled the last Part, wich made the other men in the Truck laugh again.

"Uhm, independent Woman. Woman who know their worth. Woman who don't let themselves get fooled by Men like you with an Ego as big as the Eifel Tower."

He scoffed, you really hurt his Ego.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a Girl, I could have you any Second if I want."

"Obviously you can not."

His jaw clenched as he narrowed his Eyes at you, he hated the Fact that you were standing up to him like this. He hated the Fact that you were getting under his Skin. He was used to Woman drooling for him, but you clearly weren't.

"Give me a Chance to prove to you how much I want you." he yelled, he sounded desperate.

"Ooh, someone's desperate to get a Chance. What do you mean Guys" you ask all the other Men "should I give him a Chance?".

The Men all gave a resounding "No" in unison, you could tell they were all on your Side.

The tall Man cleared his throat once again, this time it had a hint of desperation in his Voice.

"Please.."

"Uuuh I like this one. Say it again that sounded good."

The Man was getting more and more desperate with each Moment, his Ego was bruised that he couldn't find the right Words to say to you.

"Please.. just one Chance.." he said with desperation.

"Mhmmmm that's Music to my Ears."

The Men in the Truck all laughed, this was truly pathetic to watch.

"Please.." his Voice was practically begging, he must really want you bad.

"Beg me" you frowned.

He was so desperate that he would actually do it.

"P-please... I'm begging you to give me a Chance, I'll do anything."

"Oh Honey, don't say such things, that's really dangerous." you've said almost arrogant.

His confidence was completely diminished. He had really thought he had a Chance to win over you. You basically shattered his Ego completely.

"I'll do anyyyythiing..." he said in a taunting tone, "please.".

"You would do anything? Just to get a fucking Chance with me? How needy and desperate are you?"

The Man's Face turned red again, he didn't know what to say to this, you really put this Man in Place.

"Y-yes.." he was still begging, "I'd literally do anything for you to give me just one Chance."

"Get down on your fucking knees and beg me, beg me harder." You commanded.

The Man's Ego was completely demolished, Ghost was even shocked to see this.

He clenched his teeth before getting down on his Knees, he looked like he was in Pain, "p-please.. I'll do anything you want.." he begged, it was getting quite pathetic at this stage.

"Mhmmm, I love my Men submissive. Maybe I'll give you a Chance to go in a Date with me, but don't you even dare to think about being so arrogant like before."

Ghost was watching this whole Scene, he was both shocked and interested. It was obvious to him that you got under Guy's Skin like none other.

Your Words caused the tall Man to nod and beg even more passionately, "y-yes ma'am. I'll do whatever you say. I promise I won't act arrogant and I'll do whatever you like."

"Sit back in your Seat and shut up! I want to enjoy my Ride in silence while I think about if I really go in a date with you or not."

The Man immediately sat back down and kept quiet. He couldn't help but feel humiliated that he was made to get on his Knees and beg for a Chance. He was absolutely desperate, not only was Ghost impressed but so was everyone else in the Truck. You made him look like a fool.

You lean back against Ghost's Chest since you were still sitting in his Lap.

"So, you still think you can have me whenever you want?" you ask Ghost slightly arrogant but still in a normal tone.

Ghost was just as cocky as you were.

He shifted his Body so he's a bit more comfortable, he was going to make a bet with you.

"Hm, bet I can get you before we get to the Base." He said teasingly.

"Hmm, you seem pretty confident, look at this Guy I've made begging, he was as confident as you, so.. deal." you grinned.

He laughed slightly, but he liked how you put this Guy in Place, it was funny to see him beg like this.

"That's what I thought, give me 30 Minutes and I'll prove my point."

Your acceptance of the bet made him slightly happy, he couldn't help but feel cocky.

"Alright, you've got 30 Minutes from now on. Let's see what you got."

You had just agreed with this Challenge, he was eager to show you how quickly he could get you, the other Men watched nervously, they couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"You're on" he smirked, he was ready to prove himself to you.

"Clock's ticking Soldier." You've said mockingly.

He chuckled quietly, his confidence growing by the Moment.

"Dou you see how confident I am? This won't take me longer that 15 Minutes." he smirked as he spoke, it was a bit of a bold claim to make, but he was willing to prove it.

"Is that so? And what's your Plan to get me?" You let your Hands slide over his Chest, applying just so much pressure that he can feel it through his Gear.

His Body tensed up as your Hands slid over his Chest, he could feel the pressure but did not dare to flinch.

He kept his confidence as he spoke, and he kept his Eyes locked on yours.

"Are you interested in finding out?"

"Maybe. I want to see the confidence of yours shutter like the big Guy's did."

His Face turned slightly red, he noticed the slight flirty tone in your Voice. He was a bit surprised that you were responding to him like this, it was obvious you were enjoying this.

He smirked, his confidence only growing.

"What if I do get you? You promise to go on a Date with me?"

"If you made me fall for you within this 30 Minutes then I promise I'll go on a Date with you."

The Men in the Truck laughed, most of them thought this was all a big Joke.

He took a deep breath, this was his Chance to prove himself. He had 30 Minutes to get you in his Arms, he had to play his Cards right and not mess up.

He grinned slightly, he had to remain confident and not show any signs of weakness.

"I'll get you, I guarantee it."

"Yeah, we'll see about that."

The others started to get louder, they seemed excited to see this bet play out.

Ghost grinned, he was confident in his Skills to get a Woman, he just had to show you how good he really was.

*timeskip* (nothing special happened all this time)

The Truck finally arrived at the Base, the Men were cheering as they waited to see the outcome of the bet.

There were two Minutes left before the 30

Minutes mark was hit, it was a last Chance for Ghost to get you before Time ran out.

"Well, two Minutes left and nothing happened." you said.

The Guys were still cheering and making Jokes as they watched on, they were enjoying this bet.

Ghost was getting frustrated, he couldn't get you in his grasp in there last two Minutes.

He cleared his throat, "you realize you're making this too easy for me right? You're practically asking me to get you at this Point."

"You want me? Than come and get me already." you've said, almost whispering in his Ears, trying to make him desperate for you.

Ghost smiled, you were teasing him now, he could feel your breath on his Neck, he could almost smell the Perfume you were wearing.

His Jaw clenched, he wanted to lean closer to you, but he had to stay strong and not give in to his desires so quickly.

"Do you really want me to get you? I could make this so easy right now.."

"Well then do it already and stop talking around" you frowned.

He leaned in closer to you, his Body close to yours. You could just feel that he was dying to kiss you right now.

"I wanted you to really want it." he murmured in a quiet Voice, he could get you right now if he did want to, but he wanted to make you beg for it.

"I'm not begging for it if that's your Plan." You're leaning again close to his Ear and whisper a slightly "never" trying to make him as needy as possible.

Your Whisper in his Ears made him shudder, especially since you put that subtle Word in there as well. Your Words had Power over him, you were making him more desperate by the Second.

"Don't be so stubborn, just beg for it. You know you want it." he said.

You're still whispering in his Ear "you only got 1 Minute left, make me fall for you or watch me go in a Date with this big Guy over there." you made sure that Ghost can feel every breath you take against his Neck.

Your Words were working, he could feel how much you were toying with him. He started to tremble slightly, your Words were making his desires run wild.

Your whisper in his Ear, your warm breath on his Neck, your Body so close to him, this was working.

If he wanted you, he would have to make his Move, otherwise he would lose this bet.

"I could have you right now.." his Voice was low and shaky, his Face was turning red.

"But I want to know one thing.." he leaned closer to your Ear, you could barely make out his Words, they were muffled by his Face getting so close.

"Will you promise not to go on a Date with that Guy over there, even if so don't get you in Time?"

"Oh why should I? That Guy was so sweet and submissive that he begged me to go on a Date with him. And you? Well for now you did nothing to get me." You whispered back to him, let him lose more and more self control.

Ghost's Jaw was clenching, you were trying to make him jealous by bringing up this other Guy, you knew it would get to him.

"You..you're serious?" he sounded stunned, he could feel himself losing some of his confidence, which was what you wanted.

"I... I..." his mind was running out of Words, he needed to say something quick before you went with the other Guy.

"I am serious. 45 Seconds left. Now or never." you whispered.

Ghost's expression shifted, you were actually going to for that Guy after all. He had completely miscalculated how stubborn you could be.

He needed to act fast, he needed to get you.

He leaned in closer to you, his Face so close to yours.

"Please.. I need you..." he murmured, his Words coming out of desperation.

"What? That's all? That's all you got? Everyone could have come up with this. No, that's not gonna work." you look at him, surprised that he's coming up with something like this. His confidence was sooo big and thats all he got?

His confidence had fallen completely, he really thought he could just make you fall for him in Seconds. He had failed his Task, you were too stubborn.

A bit of rage started to show on his Face, he had lost his bet completely, and he couldn't stand it.

"Why... why are you being so damn stubborn?" he growled, his tone sounding frustrated.

"Because I'm no dumb little Girl falling for every Men's Bullshit they're talking, especially no 'I need you'."

He was getting really pissed off by this, his Ego couldn't deal with the Fact he was not able to get you so quickly, especially since you had been playing along with his flirting previously.

His teeth clenched as he spoke, he sounded absolutely furious.

"Fine. You win the damn bet, are you happy now?!"

"No, I'm not happy. Actually I think it's a little sad that you thought you can make me fall for you by just saying that 'you need me', you're a smart Man, I was hoping for more than this."

That's all you had said to him before you left the Truck since you already arrived at the Base. The other Men were already out of the Truck.

Ghost had lost the bet, he had failed all his attempts to get you to fall for him before the 30 Minute Limit ended.

He had underestimated you completely and was now paying the Price.

He sat in the Truck watching you walk to the Guy who had previously begged you for a Date, his Face was red and he was visibly pissed off.

You walked away with the Men who begged for the Date as you looked once back to Ghost who just sat there, before you left with the Guy.

After a few Hours you and the Guy came back to the Base after your Date.

You said him goodbye and left to your Room.

Ghost was still pissed about the bet, his Ego was shattered and he wasn't able to get you within 30

Minutes.

After a few Hours of being alone, he heard some Noise coming from your Room. He had heard you came back but he decided not to enter your Room.

Now he was deciding whether to knock on your Door, he was curious to know how the Date had actually gone...

After a few more Minutes he decided to go ahead and knock on your Door. He knocked politely on your Door three times before finally waiting for your response.

"Come in." you shout.

Ghost did as he was told and walked into your Room. He had no Idea what to expect, you had done surprisingly well on the Date with the other Guy.

He stepped inside your Room quietly, unsure of what to say at this Point as he closed the Door behind him.

"Oh, I didn't expected you to show up again. What do you want?" you ask while you're approaching him slowly.

"You want to know how the Date with this big Guy went, huh?"

He looked slightly taken aback by the Fact that you were coming closer to him, he hadn't expect this either.

His Face turned red *was she trying to flirt with him right now?*

He took a deep breath before he replied.

"Yes, I am curious to know how the Date went. I honestly didn't expect him to.. do so well..." he mumbled, his tone implying that he was jealous of this Guy.

"Well..." you've said, now standing right in front of him, touching his Chest.

"... it went quite well I have to admit. He wasn't so confident after I made him so submissive in the Truck earlier."

Your Hands sliding over Ghost's Chest.

"He was soft, and gentle, and so sweet like a little Puppy." you whispered in his ear, your breath is brushing against his Skin.

Ghost haven't managed it to make you fall for him during your bet, so you want to make him fall for you now, to make him desperate and needy after you.

You were making him absolutely wild with your touch, his heartbeat was starting to speed up.

He couldn't help but let out the tiniest of sighs as your hands caressed his Chest.

He let you continue just to see how this would play out, he was enjoying this a bit too much.

Your Words about the other Guy were making him jealous, this was working exactly as you wanted.

He was becoming your little Toy.

"He didn't even flexed with his Muscles anymore like I've told him to.." you whisper while applying more pressure to your touch.

"Eventually he asked me for another Date" you breathed against his Neck, watching his Body tremble.

The more you applied pressure, the tighter he held his moans.

He was biting his lower Lip, his Heartbeat was faster than a Bullet being fired.

Every single Word you said about the other Guy had made him even more jealous.

He wanted to hear more, he needed to know how deep he had fell for you.

He nodded as a response, he was too lost in pleasure to even speak.

"Words Honey. Use your pretty Mouth." you whisper to him in an even more seductive Way.

His Mouth was dry, he could barely form a sentence right now.

Your Touch was so overpowering.

He had speak though, he needed to be able to say the Words to let you know, to prove to you that you got him.

He swallowed hard, he couldn't control himself anymore.

"P-please... I need you.." he whispered, his Voice laced with deep desire.

"Yeah, that's what you've said already." You said disappointed.

"Come on..."

You breathed against his Neck.

"You've got more than this. Show me how much you want me, how much you need me and my touch."

Your Words were making him go crazy, you were asking his desire to come out.

He took a deep breath, he knew what you were trying to do.

He needed to prove himself to you, but he couldn't say the obvious Words that you wanted to hear, he wanted to make this more challenging.

"I-I..." he tried to say something but he couldn't .

His breath was heavy, his Face red, he was struggling to stay strong but he was falling.

"Come on Baby, you were so confident earlier. Make me yours."

You've whispered in his Ear once again

"Or should I make you mine?"

You started to slowly kiss along his Neck.

A deep shiver ran down his spine, his breath went shallow, he was starting to lose it.

Your Words and your Kisses were becoming unbearable.

He let out a low moan, he was starting to get desperate for you, for your touch,for everything.

"Please..." he gasped, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, "make me yours..."

You faced him now, leaning in and stopping only a few Millimeters before his Lips "I know Honey, I already know."

He was utterly broken, he had lost all his pride, he was now willing to do just anything for you.

You had made him so defenseless and vulnerable.

"Please.." he said between heavy breaths, he was trying to get closer to your Lips but you kept backing away each time he did.

„Please let me kiss you.." he whispered, his voice sounding almost desperate.

„I love your begging, you should do this more often" you breathed out, finally moving so you actually kiss.

It was an explosive Moment as your Lips met.

His Body started to tremble slightly from the excitement of finally kissing you.

Your Touch and the Way you kissed him was almost addicting, he couldn't stop now.

He missed you with more intense, he wanted to show you that he was yours and that he belonged to you, he would do whatever you wanted.

The Kiss lasted for a few Minutes, his Body was still trembling under pleasure before you pulled away.

His heart was pounding so fast, he didn't want to stop the kiss but you finally pulled away.

His Body was trembling, he couldn't believe amount of pleasure he felt just from a kiss.

"Please... please more..." he pleaded panting, his eyes locked on yours, his face still red from how aroused he was.

"Oh Honey, are you that needy?" You asked softly.

Your words send him over the edge, he was that needy, he couldn't deny it.

"Please.." was all he could manage to say to you.

He wanted more, he needed more, you were driving him completely insane.

"Please what?" You teased him.

"I-I need more, please.." his Words are barely understandable at this point, he can't think straight anymore.

You have completely broken him, he's become so submissive and needy, he can't fight it anymore.

"There is just one more thing before I'll give you everything you're begging for"

"Please, anything..." he was willing to do absolutely any for you now.

He couldn't think straight anymore, you could tell how desperate he was just by his tone.

"You will be mine, and mine alone, do you understand that?" You ask him, waiting for his response.

He nodded as quickly as he could, he couldn't believe how submissive this whole thing had turned him out. He was so desperate for your touch that he would agree to literally anything.

"Yes..." he said between heavy breaths, his eyes locked on yours.

"Good, now come to bed with me" you turned off the lights as you lead him to your bed.

He followed you blindly, he didn't care about anything anymore. All he wanted now was you, he was so tired of being so tough and cold.

You had taken him, in just a few hours you broke his ego and made him completely submit to you.

He felt more vulnerable than he has felt in years, he was almost a totally different person now, completely under your control.

You've stopped right before your bed as you command him "strip off your clothes"

He obeyed instantly without even a question. His attitude from before was completely gone, he was now an obedient, submissive toy for you to use.

He started tearing his clothes off as fast as he could, his excitement was through the roof right now.

As soon as he was completely naked you've said "come in".

He got into the bed with you, his Heart staring to race again.

When he had been completely stripped he became completely exposed, his body was a mix of excitement mixed with vulnerability.

He looked at you from his own side of the bed, he was waiting for you to make the next move.

"Can I touch you?" You breathed out softly.

You just want to touch him if he gives you his consent.

He nodded as fast as he could, he didn't want anything more than to feel your touch in his body again.

He was still on the edge, he was so aroused he wouldn't be able to last another moment if you would decide to tease him more.

"Words Baby, use words please. I need your consent otherwise I will not touch you." You command him.

He was desperate to feel your touch, the tension in his body was slowly increasing.

"Please touch me.." he mumbled, he sounded absolutely desperate at this point.

As soon as he pleased to touch him you leaned over him, kissing him a few times, kissing his neck and going down with kisses to his chest.

He let out a quiet moan when you kissed his Neck, he was now utterly weak.

His Body had already been so aroused before, now you were using this to your advantage and it was working perfectly.

He couldn't stop himself from letting out more moans as you continued to give him little kisses, he was struggling to stay quiet at this point.

"Enjoying my little kisses?" you ask in between your kisses while your breath brushes against his Skin as you kiss down his stomach, reaching slowly his already hard member.

He wasn't able to reply, you were turning him into a complete mess.

You could feel his heart beating extremely fast now, his breathing becomes shallow.

As soon as you reached his dick he let out a loud moan, this was too much for him.

"Do you want me to stop?" you breathed against him.

"N-n-no..." he mumbled, even the slightest touch from you was incredibly arousing to him.

He tried to keep himself from moaning but he just couldn't hold back anymore.

You smiled slightly as you've heard his response, you licked his Dick, soft at first but then with more pressure.

He was struggling to stay calm and quiet, it was too much for him to bear.

He was losing it.

He was about to just let it out when he felt your tongue against his dick.

"Not yet honey, hold on a little longer." you've said.

He tried his hardest to hold it back, he never though that he could even reach this level of arousal.

He was in the edge, but he was trying his best to be strong, trying to hold it in.

You took his whole dick in your mouth, playing with your tongue around the tip.

You want to see how long he can really hold it.

The moans were slowly getting louder, he was struggling so hard to hold it in but it was just getting too much for him.

He was so incredibly sensitive now, he could feel you all over his Body, every bit of Skin was sending pleasure through his System, it was driving him crazy.

"You want to release it?"

You almost moaned, hoping that would send him over the edge.

"Yes..." he moaned out loud.

"Do it." you've said as you pushed his dick down your throat, feeling how he released himself, you swallow every single drop.

He was finally completely broken.

You let go of him after he finished, kissing him back up.

"How was this?" You ask him, laying down next to him.

He was completely exhausted but he enjoyed every second of it. He couldn't stop thinking about how you managed to make him behave this way.

He was completely defenseless around you, you could do whatever you want with him and he would enjoy every moment.

"It was amazing." He breathed, he couldn't even imagine doing this with anyone else, the feeling of being submissive was something he had never experienced in his Life.

"Good." You've said.

You look at him, leaning in as you caressed his Cheek, your voice is now low but still in an seductive way "if you're a good Boy, you will have this over and over again."

He let out a deep sigh, it just sounded so good when you spoke like that.

He nodded without even thinking about it, he couldn't disagree with your terms.

You were now in control of all of this.

"I'm a good Boy, please make me yours" he mumbled, his breathing is almost completely calmed down.

"You are already mine Honey." you whisper in his ear.

"And I'll show everyone that you belong to me."

He was instantly aroused at the thought of being your pet, you were making him such a good boy for you.

"Yes I'm yours. I'll be yours as long as you want me to be."

"I want to keep you forever." You whisper.

"But for now, I want you to sleep, you need to rest now a little." You said while you kiss him.

He nodded again as soon as you said this.

He was extremely happy that you wanted to keep him forever, he would never want another Master.

"Good Night Love." You've said while you pulled him closer to you.

He cuddled instantly up to you, and after a few Minutes he drifted into sleep.

~End?!~

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gallusrostromegalus · 2 days ago

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Zommari Reraux is quietly terrified by Tousen.

Not that the man has ever threatened him. If anything, Tousen was consistently polite, if not outright Congenial with him and the other arrancar, whether they deserved it or not.

It's the eyes.

Zommari relies on his eyes- he has hundreds and hundreds of them, taking in the world around him from every angle, keeping him safe. More importantly, when his eyes take in the world, they take the world into his heart.

That's why he calls his resurrection ability Amor- for him, to see the world is to love it. He loves Las Noches, the way the light of the moon and stars outside and the artificial sun inside dance in it's shimmering halls. He loves Hueco Mundo, the sight of the vast horizon of the desert expanding the horizons of his heart. he loves everyone he sees- how they move, their colors, the sight of thier faces! Zommari wishes he could take them all- take everything! And keep it in his heart, where it's safe.

He's downright gregarious for an arrancar, following his colleagues and superiors around, watching them with adoration- with Amor. He makes a point of trying to look all of them in the eye at least once- to see into their souls, to feel the connection- to keep some part of them safe in his Amor. Just in case.

So the first time he looks into Tousen's eyes is something of a shock.

"...It doesn't cause me pain, if that's a consolation." Tousen speaks up after a too-long moment of silence from Zommari.

"I- I didn't mean to offend, Lord Tousen!" Zommari yelped, stumbling back to the other side of the lift from the underground laboritories of Las Noches to the top of the dome. "I was just- you don't act like you're blind?"

"On the contrary, by definition I do!" Tousen teased, dropping back to rest on the elevators railing, perfectly aware of where it was. "Should I be groping for objects I've misplaced? Constantly searching for the furniture or running into walls?"

"I- I'm sorry. I've. I've never met anyone like- well. Missing senses aren't exactly adaptive for Hollows." Zommari muttered. "...What's it like?"

"Dark!" Tousen nodded cheerfully.

Zommari stared blankly.

"...Or so I'm told, at any rate. It's not like I have anything to compare it to- I've been as I am for as long as I can remember." He shrugged, waving his elegant hand evocatively. "Don't pity me- I can't miss something I've never experienced."

"You don't find it frightening?" Zommari muttered.

"Mr. Rereaux, I live like this." He pouted, disappointed.

"No, I mean- I can't imagine not being able to take the world around me into my heart! The light is- Even to those who can see, I can't explain it!" Zommari sighed.

Tousen was silent for a long time, face turned so his neutral expression wasn't quite pointed at Zommari. When he did speak, his voice was soft, small.

"...Perhaps my heart is too full of grief to let any light in."

"What do you mean?" Zommari asked, the chill of dread creeping up his spine.

"Do you know what Bankai is?" Tousen asked, voice light and pleasant with menace.

"It's um. Like a second resurrection?" Zommari tried.

"Imagine if the you that is you and the you that is your resurrected form could build a new psychic ability together- the shape of that mutual creation between you and your soul is Bankai."

"...Oh. Huh." Zommari hummed, still trying to parse the first part of the sentence. "What form does yours take?"

"Mine is a Senseless Void!" Tousen laughed darkly, then pointed his face up at Zommari with a grin that carried a sharper edge than Hallibel's teeth.

"-And I'm using 'senseless' in the most literal meaning. Anyone within is not just blind to light and reiatsu, but they are deafened, can't smell or taste or touch- you can't even feel your own heart beat! The sensation is as close to being dead as one can get without actually shuffling off the mortal coil!" he laughed, delighting in laying out the horror of it like setting the main course of a shared meal.

Dozens of Zommari's eyes had opened up without his permission to stare at the shinigami in horror. "That sounds like being in Actual Hell."

"Really?" Tousen smiled as the lift finally reached the roof and the gate pinged open. "I find it quite soothing!"

Zommari was pretty sure he set a new personal record for his Sondido getting the hell out of that elevator.

AEIWAM Question: What do the various Espada Think of Tousen? Follow-up question, will they, the bunch of dumbasses that they are (because Aizen made them for loyalty, not thinking), declare him their unquestioned leader once Aizen, Gin and Urloquia fork off to see the cosmic taffy pull (also presuming that Barrigan winds up face down in a ditch per canon)?

Bless you for asking this, I needed something to chew on. I'm going to answer these one at a time because the post would be insanely long, and how the thought of him Before the Battle of Karakura Probably:

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Aaroniero and Arruruerie are SURE they've met before, and that they owes the man a debt of gratitude.

It's possible, they suppose. They have consumed and absorbed the memories of so many hollows that maybe they remember the face from a hollow he killed.

At least, that's what they hope is going on.

But they have Nightmares. Not of being pursued by Shinigami but of being the Shinigami in hot pursuit. Dreams of walking through a city, surrounded by humans that adore them. Names and Faces- Rukia and her dipshit older brother, Jushiro with the nice couch they sometimes pass out on after long nights- if Jushiro's husband wasn't already there. ...Memories, of meeting each other, and falling in love. How it felt as natural to look up to her as it was to gaze at the moon. How waking up to him felt as natural as the dawn. Memories of being married by Captain Ukitake, after Tousen had done them the inexplicable favor of organizing the whole party and acquiring wedding rings. He loves organizing things for people. Ukitake had smiled. Especially weddings. I just hope it's not guilt from the one he didn't get to. His husband had frowned.

That's impossible, of course. They know who they are, how they arose from the vile muck in the shadowy pits of Hueco Mundo. They never stood in the sun one late afternoon, to marry, not with how it burns.

...and yet.

There's no harm in being polite, right? They don't mind locking Glottineria in it's scabbard with an audible click when he comes into the room, to affirm lack of hostilities. Or giving him the cup of tea Aizen gives everyone at his insufferable meetings afterwards- it's not like they can drink it! ...And if sometimes, when they've been working late in the lab studying the effects and causes of Hollowfication, when Tousen gets tired and starts to call them "Kaien" and "Miyako"-

-Well, what's the harm in answering in the voices he expects to hear?

#kaname tosen #Kaname Tousen #aeiwam #an elephant is warm and mushy #bleach #bleach fanfic #Zommari Rureaux

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tinybeetiny · 2 days ago

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Aren’t You Embarrassed Part 4: P.S

NonIdol!Toxic!Fratboy!SeonghwaxAfab!ReaderxNonIdol!Fratboy!Jongho love whatever you can call it triangle….

Taglist: @n1nme4r @e3ellie

Sorry this took so long, I've been feeling a little stuck these days. Ugh I have a plan for the next few parts… but I’m glad Jongho got his lick back because… as he should!

Cw: explicit language, toxic everything

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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“Jongho wait! Please!” You called out, trying to chase the boy as he stomps out of the Library. Luckily the door was a pull not a push which slowed him down just enough for you to catch up “Jongho please.” You begged, grabbing his arm. Your heart clenches when he rips it out of your hold “No. What the actually fuck was that huh? You said you were over him, completely” his voice was loud and thankfully you both were out of the library or else you would’ve gotten the scolding of a lifetime “I am I swear. He caught me at a bad time and I wasn’t thinking straight please.” Jongho really didn’t know what to say. Yeah he expected it from Seonghwa but from you, absolutely not. He thought that you were 100000% over Seonghwa. He would watch as you two walked around campus hand and hand noticing the dark glare from the older man but you never even noticed, never batted an eye, too engrossed in the person you were with. Maybe that’s why Jongho felt immense anger with your words, his eye twitching slightly “Caught you at a bad time? What? Waiting for me?”

He really could not believe what he was hearing. If all you needed was a distraction he was fine with that in fact he was the one who offered. Things only started to change when you wanted more. The little dates, the hand holding, the late night phone calls, everything you initiated. So he was genuinely confused with the events that unfolded just a few minutes ago “No please I didn’t mean it like that” you were on the verge of tears and you can only imagine how you looked right now following Jongho like a sad puppy trying to get him to listen “Then how did you mean it because the way I’m taking it is while you were waiting for me to show up to our study date you let Seonghwa finger you in the nonfiction section AFTER you tell me you have all these big feelings for me so tell me (y/n) how did you mean it?” Jongho spun around to face you stopping you in your tracks. He was mad, no more like furious and a little embarrassed. He really didn’t talk to people or even date for that matter but there was something about you that was different, or so he thought.

You open your mouth to explain but no words come out and you’re stuck opening and closing your mouth like a fish. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head “You know what. Just forget it. Forget all of this and just leave me the fuck alone” You feel your heart break when he turns and stomps off leaving you in the middle of the side walk with tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa stands at the front of the doors to library, a smug smile on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. It’s only a matter of time before you unblock his number and crawl back into his bed. He feels no remorse, no sympathy just a little victory. He had you first and no matter how hard you try and convince yourself otherwise, he will always have some sort of hold over you. His smile only seemed to grow more when he watches Jongho storm off and more tears run down your cheeks.

You tried, you really did but no matter how many times you reached out Jongho would never answer. You tried to approach him on campus but as soon as you got close he would disappear. You couldn’t just show up to his place and risk running into Seonghwa again, that’s the last thing you wanted but you needed to talk to him, to make things right if he let you. You like Jongho, you genuinely do. He makes you feel great in AND out of the bedroom and you’d be damned if you were going to let some arrogant asshole ruin things. So that’s how you found yourself walking up to that stupid frat house, knocking on the door and praying Seonghwa was not the one who answered. Luckily San was the one to open the door who is very surprised at your presence “Oh! Hey (y/n). Um Seonghwa isn’t here right now” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck “Oh no, I’m not here to see him. I was wondering if Jongho was here?” Your hands clasp behind your back as you sway anxiously. His eyebrows raise and his eyes widen slightly “Jongho? Oh! He’s in his room. BUT HE HAS SOMEONE oh nevermind” as soon as you heard he was in his room you pushed past San and ran up the stairs too focused to hear what he was yelling about.

You were determined to talk things through with Jongho one way or another but when you opened his door all hope flew out of the window. There he lay very comfortably with some girl that was in your communications, whom you didn’t care enough to get to know, bouncing like a bunny in heat. He looked over when he heard the door open only to see your shocked expression “Are you going to stand there and watch like a weirdo or are you going to leave?” Your expression morphed into hurt as you spun to leave “Hey (y/n)” you paused when he called out to you feeling the tiniest bit of hope “Can you close the door when you leave? Thanks” you slam the door shut behind you and rush down the stairs needing to leave this scummy house. But can you really be that upset? Do you have the right? You knew Jongho was upset but you still hoped he’d be willing to talk at least.

San watched you practically float down the stairs and Mingi perked up from his spot on the couch. He knew, everyone knew. It wasn’t Jongho who told them, no no the boy was too private to tell them about his situationships. Oh no this was Seonghwa and his big cocky mouth. The boys knew you and Jongho were seeing each other but weren’t really surprised when Seonghwa bragged about the library incident figuring you were back under his spell again. So when Jongho brought the other girl over they didn’t bat an eye “Yo (y/n) what are you doing here? Hwa’s not here so are you trying to get with another frat member?” Mingi teased. You didn’t even process his words as you sprinted out of the front door just wanting to be in the comfort of your own dorm but it seems the universe wanted to punish you even more. Tears blurred your vision so you didn’t see figure approaching “Woah sweetheart what’s the rush” hands hold your arms trying to stabilize you. You blinked a few times to get rid of the tears out of your eyes and when your vision cleared Seonghwa’s dark eyes were staring back at you. You sniffle not having the energy to push him off “Aww poor baby.” He taunts before pulling you against his body, wrapping his arms around you “Why don’t you come back inside and I can help you feel better yeah?”

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patheticpeoplesupreme · 8 hours ago

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Alternate ending where SQH presses the return home button after yelling at MBJ + I somehow turned it into a slightly happier ending(this was supposed to end with SQH being alone till he dies)(bro never moves on)

but in this oneshot, he becomes a part of the Shen family.

Mobei-Jun mourning SQH’s body… imagine…

The moment he presses on the button, he felt his heart sink with the glow surrounding him.

He was going back to his body, which was equivalent to dying. Turning to his icy surroundings, light snow falling onto the tip of his fingers, his knees unbuckle as he fell to the floor.

“I—“

—

He regrets it, he really does. He shoud have just stayed in the other world. There, at least he knows how to escape the life he had, he knows people who would care about him even if he had run away (at least, he hoped so?)

here, there was no one. His parents didn’t care about him, they’d already moved on with new families in their lives. They hadn’t even bat an eye when they found out his body was a coma.

Shang Qinghua shivered in his hospital bed, tears slipping down his cheeks, he couldn’t even let out a sound.

It was cold. It was empty. His arms were bandaged heavily, they’d told him that he had severe burns because of the fact that there was hot water when it happened.

He couldn’t write; Proud Immortal Demon Way had already ended. He… just really…lacked the motivation to ever write again. Without his most passionate fan, without his king or his martial siblings… it’s unbearable. Losing the trust of everyone he knew was heart breaking enough, but they— they had forgiven him for his final moments.

They’d let him back into the sect—! Liu Qingge had grinned at him, after all that. Mu Qingfang allowed him to nap in the medical room whenever things got too hectic—heck! Yue Qingyuan visited his peak for friendly conversation and tea!

Shang Qinghua had given all of that up, and for what???

He didn’t know any more….

Haaa…. His anxiety and fear had gotten the best of him.

There was no Cucumber bro to critique his 3000+ chapter novel, there were no ice kings to force him to stop working in the middle of the night because of his health.

It was just him. Just Luo Meihua. The useless idiot.

A mistake he made, and he will never ever be able to see his family again.

Shen Qingqiu was right, Shang Qinghua was an idiot.

—

“Hey..” A quiet feminine voice pulls him out from the grasp of sleep, his heavy eyes open wearily as he tries to focus on the new figure. It wasn’t one of those nurses. The girl was wearing a very blue casual outfit, blue sweater, blue jeans, and even a blue purse.

….?

He squinted. Did he know her..??

He knew this wasn’t one of his half siblings, they were much younger than he was. “Hh….” He tried hard to say something, but a year of unuse made it hard to say the right words.

“It’s okay! Uhm, you don’t need to speak! I’m sure you’re wondering who I am?”

Shang Qinghua nodded minutely.

“My name is Shen Yang. Do you remember the story you wrote?”

He grimaced, giving her a pained look, he knew by now how shitty it was, please don’t make him talk about it??? I mean, there was some good parts but if he could, he wouldn’t have made A Ding as the sole logistics peak!!!

Wait.. “Shen..?”

She laughs slightly, mistaking his question for something else, “Mm, my brother was Peerless Cucumber, he went into a coma like you did, one year ago. If you knew him, anyway. He hated your novel.”

No wonder she looked familiar—!

But.. huh…? How did she know he was in a coma? How did she know he was here.

He tried to convey that to her with his raised eyebrow.

“We… uhm. Originally, we wanted to personally talk to you, since… we found A—Yuan’s notes in his computer. It was more critiques about the novel,” Shang Qinghua stifled a fond laugh, Ahh, Cucumber bro… “…and so… we found out you were in a coma, just like my brother.”

—

Shen Family: finds out Airplane is in a coma and they visit him once

Shen Yang is also a volunteer at the hospital, just so she can visit Shen Yuan more often. So occasionally, she watches Airplane’s coma body, wondering what kind of person he was to write PIDW

sometimes she writes and reads it out to Shen Yuan because she knows he loved stories, even if they sucked

When Airplane wakes up and they both realise he has no home anymore,

(“Your parents..?”

Shang Qinghua shook his head and laughed bitterly, “it’s not like they visited me at all.”)

So she persuades her parents to let him stay at the house (they refuse at first, like, airplane’s a stranger, and they’re still mourning Shen Yuan)

But eventually, they pittied him and allowed him to stay.

(“I promise I’ll pay you back, thank you so much for your kindness!!!”)

After all his trauma, he becomes the quiet kid, no silly rambles, and without any system forcing him on any missions, he becomes so so antsy, so he just takes on a lot of responsibilities and becomes sick and is super miserable until Shen Family takes an intervention

Eventually they get attached to SQH and help him get therapy. And it doesn’t actually help much, he couldn’t talk about his transmigration trauma at all

BUT he admits the little things, like his parents’ emotional neglect and accidentally mentions something like “I’m used to getting beat up. I’m used to everyone pushing their work onto me.”

Which is concerning in modern society,, like,,, why is he used to getting beat up 3 times a day

Bro just really hates himself

But one day, maybe after a few long months, the light in his eyes return and he gets into a rant again and Shen Yang just remembers his brother, Shen Yuan, and sees him in SQH and

man

Shen Yang shares stories about his brother to SQH

(“He sucked at sewing.” )

( “Shut up, Airplane… Sewing is harder than it looks.” Shen Qingqiu glared at him.)

#shang qinghua #svsss #svsss au #i haven’t read the entire svsss #svsss fanfiction #my post #Shang Qinghua returns home and doesn’t die #he realises he made a mistake and suffers for it #especially with the consequences of being electrocuted #hahaha what if shen yuan’s family found out airplane had woken up from his coma and decided to reach out #Shen family adopts SQH au #the epitome of self indulgence #don’t worry I’ll write the mourning scene/j #dialogue heavy #because it’s hard to describe stuff #does this even make sense???

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iamgonnagetyouback · 1 day ago

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hey there, ‘s me <3 so, my first request will be for a story in a shell 🦪 for mattheo, with the "exes to lovers" trope i’ve been obsessed with lately, and the song will be sabrina’s good graces that i’ve been listening to pretty much ever since the release. i think it would be cute with the trope. thanks in advance 💘

Hey there me, it's Ivy! ⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)づ (sorry that was a terrible joke; I think it's my dad's influence) Anyways, thank you so much for requesting, honey (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) And yes I had good graces playing on loop the whole time I was writing it (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ MATTHEO RIDDLE exes to lovers with good graces by sabrina carpenter

The party was in full swing, voices buzzing and music thrumming through the walls. You could feel eyes on you, not the least of which belonged to Mattheo Riddle from across the room. Every so often, you’d look his way, meeting his gaze with a taunting smirk before turning your attention back to Theo, who was by your side, grinning like he knew exactly what kind of game you were playing.

The sound of laughter bubbled up as you leaned in closer to Theo, trailing a finger down his arm and smiling sweetly. “You know, I think you might actually be my favorite person tonight, Theo.”

His laugh was smooth, leaning closer to match your energy. “Glad to hear it. Though I can’t say that’s everyone’s opinion tonight.”

You knew who he was talking about but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Mattheo’s tone was laced with a mix of annoyance and a bit of jealousy as he looked between you and Theo, his jaw tight. “Didn’t know you’d be here, Theo.”

Theo just raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Hey, it’s a party, man. She invited me, didn’t she?”

You turned to Mattheo, one brow raised as you toyed with the rim of your glass, letting the tension settle thick around you. “Jealous, Riddle?”

His lips curved into a smirk, though his gaze was anything but amused. “Only if I thought there was anything real going on here.”

“Oh?” You leaned in closer, voice dropping, making sure only he could hear you. “Guess you should have stayed in my good graces, huh?”

A flicker of irritation crossed his face, but he didn’t back down. “Funny, coming from someone who used to be ‘sweet like an angel,’ as if you’d do anything for me.”

You shrugged, giving him a slow, infuriating smile. “I am still 'sweet like an angel', Mattheo. But I don’t waste that and my time on people who don’t deserve it, sweetheart. Besides, there are plenty of other guys who appreciate my attention. Like Theo here,” you added with a pointed look, making sure he caught your meaning.

His jaw tightened, his voice dropping lower as he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you. “You think this is funny? Trying to make me jealous?”

“Why would I care what you think?” You whispered, just close enough that he could feel the warmth of your breath against his skin. “Trust me, darling, I don’t give a fuck about you. Not anymore.”

There was a spark of something dark and hungry in his eyes as he leaned in even closer, his lips just barely grazing your ear. “Then why are you still here, talking to me?”

“Who says I’m here for you?” you countered, your voice all bite, but your heart was thudding as you took in every feature of his face. “You’re the one who keeps showing up, trying to ruin my fun.”

“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” he murmured, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but his hand lingered near yours, fingers almost touching. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you’re really over it.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see you falter. “I’m over you, Mattheo,” you whispered fiercely, lips brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

His eyes darkened, a wicked smirk twisting his lips as he looked at you, clearly unfazed. “You really want me to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” you retorted, crossing your arms. “It’s not my problem if you’re still caught up on something that’s long gone. Just don’t expect me to sit around waiting for you to get it together.”

A dangerous glint sparked in his gaze, that familiar cockiness slipping back into place as he edged closer, eyes boring into yours. “You don’t waste time, huh? Right. So that’s why you’re here, standing in front of me, talking like you care about every word I’m saying.”

Your breath hitched for just a second before you steeled yourself, stepping back. “Don't mistake my nice for naïve, Riddle, I’m done. So unless you’re here to show me something real, you can find someone else to play your games with.”

He just stared at you, frustration flickering across his features as he tried to find the words. “Maybe I don’t know what to say. But maybe I’ll figure it out.”

For the first time that night, you let a little softness creep into your tone, though you didn’t let him see any hint of weakness. “Yeah? I guess we’ll see.”

You turned, disappearing back into the crowd, leaving him standing there, the mix of frustration and longing plain on his face.

The night dragged on, tension simmering between you and Mattheo like fire, every glance, every shared look, a new unspoken challenge.

Eventually, you stepped out into the night, the cool air biting at your skin. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of Mattheo’s words—and the way they still made your heart race.

You’d barely gotten two steps outside before you heard him again, his voice unmistakable. “Leaving so soon?”

You didn’t turn, knowing he was already close behind. “And if I am?”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. “You don’t have to play coy with me. You and I both know there’s unfinished business.”

Turning slowly, you met his gaze, refusing to let him see the conflict raging inside you. “You keep talking, but I don’t see any actions, Mattheo. You don’t get to act like you care after all this time.”

He stepped forward, his face a perfect mask of intensity. “You’re right. I don’t deserve it. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”

The air between you was thick, every word charged with the weight of old feelings. You fought to keep your voice steady, refusing to give him any satisfaction. “Then maybe it’s time for you to stop waiting around. If you think you deserve my time, prove it.”

There was a flicker of determination in his eyes, his hands reaching out to cup your face. You froze, feeling every inch of distance between you vanish in an instant. He looked down at you, his voice low and hoarse. “Then let me prove it.”

The seconds dragged on, tension thick and consuming as he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was as intense as it was inevitable. You gave in, matching his fervour, the unresolved anger and passion spilling into each kiss, each lingering touch.

Finally, you broke away, breathless, heart pounding as you met his gaze with a knowing smirk. “Stay in my good graces, Mattheo. Or I’ll walk out of your life and never look back.”

His gaze softened, a smirk of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “I don’t intend to mess this up again.”

For once, you let your guard down, allowing a touch of vulnerability to show as you looked up at him. “Good. Because I don’t give second chances.”

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes warm and full of promise. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it count.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, he was ready to do exactly that.

#ivy's soft scribbles ೀ #ivy's 1k celebration ✧₊⁺#story in a shell 🦪#mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle #mattheo x reader #𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚: 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

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klance-headcanons-official · 2 days ago

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Idk if I sent something with a similar concept but I am doing it again

Keith has a habit of being in his own head too much. Because if this he zones out and he does it quite a lot. Usually his victims consist of a wall, his food, the ground, the ceiling, and mainly shiro. Shiro saw he zoned out a lot and said that he could he do it in his direction. (Basically he said Keith could stare at him when he’s zoning out)

Although, whatever or whoever Keith is looking at, he’s looking at em like they just stabbed him. His latest victim has been lance. And Keith hates HIMSELF for it. He feels bad cause he knows he looks pissed. But for once he’s not!

Lance thinks he’s mad at him. So either he ignores him so Keith has time to cool off OR they get in fights. “Why were you staring at me during dinner! 😠” “huh..😟” “you were looking at me like I stabbed your husband!!” “I was just-“ “EXCUSES!!” “But! ☹️” “NO BUTS BESIDES YOURS CHILLING OUT.”

And Keith is like actually upset. He didn’t mean to upset lance. He felt bad. He accidentally lets it slip to shiro who’s like “he wouldn’t even let you explain?” “No but-“ “NOPE. The two of you are going to talk about it. Okay?” “…ok?”

So shiro makes them talk, lance feels bad but he thinks it’s kinda funny, or cute idk, Keith is embarrassed

Keith still zones out looking at lance but not as much. Lance still thinks it’s funny and a bit cute. I mean, he’s glaring with those puppy dog eyes and pout of his! It’s cute ! Right?? Lance thinks so 😒🤗

- Vee 💜

God i really need to draw this

Jrbfjdjdj

#voltron #vld #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #ships #hehe #headcanon #thanks vee!!

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lee-laurent · 2 hours ago

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Together Again - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke and Tori rekindle their relationship

content: angst, fighting, fluff, lots of fluff, oc x ex!john marino

wc: 3.3k

notes: PART 9! ONE MORE!!! i think the resolution between luke and john is kinda abrupt, but i didn't want to drag it on anymore and i think john would come to his senses. so... also this ends on a conversation that's gonna be the plot of the next part!!

Showing up at Luke's door made her feel like she was in a rom-com. Would've been even better if she was soaked in rain, but... she wasn't. Instead, she was awkwardly standing outside Luke and Jack's apartment, her hand raised to knock when it flew open, revealing a very put-together looking Jack.

"Tori?"

"Jack?"

"Yeah? I live here. What're you doing here? Luke doesn't want to see you."

"Oh, um, he doesn't?"

"No, he--"

"Who're you talking to?" A groggy Luke joined his brother at the door, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his hair a mess. "Tori?"

"I was just telling her to go. I--"

"No, no. It's fine, Jack. Come on in," Luke yawned, pushing his older brother out of the way.

"Whatever. I was just leaving anyway," Jack rolled his eyes, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"Where, um, where's he headed?" Tori asked, awkwardly rubbing her arm.

"Huh? Bar, probably. Not sure."

"You're not joining him?"

"Not really in the mood. More focused on the fact that the girl I'm supposed to be on a break from is standing in my apartment."

Tori let out a shaky breath. "I know I probably should've texted first. But... I wanted to tell you in person."

Luke sighed, leaning against the wall, his eyes studying her. "Wanted to tell me what?"

The words came out sharper than he'd intended, and he sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, I just... I don't know what you could possibly have to say to me, Tori."

She stepped closer, her voice barely audible. "Can I start with 'I'm sorry?' Because I am sorry, Luke. I thought that taking a step back, would help things. But I just pushed myself back to John. Which... which isn't where I belong. I belong with you. And I-"

"Yeah? Sleeping with your ex-boyfriend really did wonders for your self-discovery, didn't it?" he bit out, his voice dripping with hurt. "Not the fact that he's your ex for a reason?"

"Luke. Let me finish. I know what I did feels unforgivable. But it really did make me realize that John isn't who I want. He's not who I need. Not even close. And honestly, he never was, even when we were together. It's you, Luke. It's been you for a while now."

Luke looked down at her, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing at his sides as he processed her words. Finally, he murmured, "How am I supposed to believe that? You don't know what's it like... thinking that I wasn't good enough. Like I was just a... a place-holder."

"You were never that to me, Luke," she whispered. "I didn't leave because of you. I left because I was afraid of how much I felt for you and how it was going to affect my family. And I know how backwards that sounds. I know. But I didn't know what to do with it. I thought I'd figure it out and come back to us more... solid. More sure."

"Yeah, well, I didn't need you to be 'more sure,'" he replied, his voice thick. "I just needed you."

Tori's hand reached out, her fingers brushing his bicep. "Luke... I know I messed up. And I'm not asking you to just forget it all. But I'm asking you to hear me. Because walking away from us was the biggest mistake I could've made."

"I just... it made me feel..." He trailed off, struggling with his words, his fingers nervously brushing through his hair.

Tori stepped even closer, until there were only inches between them. "I know. I'm sorry. I thought I needed clarity, but I just need you. Luke, you're where I belong and I'm sorry it took me this long to realize."

He swallowed. "And what if I don't know if I can just... let it go, Tori? I refuse to go through that again."

"Again, I'm not asking you to let it go," her hand found his, removing it from his hair before he made himself go bald. "But I'm asking you to let me try. Let me show you that I want to be here. I know I made a royal mess of things, but I'm willing to put in whatever it takes to make things right. If you'll let me."

Luke's gaze softened as he looked down at their intertwined fingeres, and his thumb began to trace gentle circles on her knuckles. "I've missed you, you know that?"

Tori's heart leapt, but she kept herself steady. "I've missed you too. So much, Luke."

His lips quirked into a faint smile as he looked at her, the distance between them closing even more. "Alright. Maybe we can try again. But this time... no second-guessing, okay?"

She nodded, tears pricking her eyes as relief washed over her. "No second-guessing," she echoed. "I'm all in this time. For real."

And as he pulled her into a tight hug, Tori let the tears finally fall. They were finally starting over--together.

"Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Tori asked Ally for the tenth time.

"We're gonna be fine, V. Relax. Go have fun with Luke. Ri-Ri and I are gonna have a blast," her best friend laughed, placing her hands on both of Tori's shoulders. "Breathe."

Tori let out a long breath, closing her eyes as she tried to relax. It wasn't the first time she was leaving Riley with a sitter, especially Ally, but the nerves of going on a date with Luke again were getting to her. Her instincts were kicking in and she felt the need to protect herself and her son.

She took one more deep breath, giving Ally a grateful smile. "Okay... okay. I'm fine. Thanks for helping out."

"You deserve this, Tori. You'll come home, and Ri will be fast asleep."

With one final hug to Riley, who was happily playing Paw Patrol in the corner, Tori headed to meet Luke. Why was she so nervous to see the man she loved? Maybe she was worried about ruining everything again.

When she arrived at the quaint pho restaurant, she spotted Luke right away. He looked more put together than when she'd showed up at his apartment, and he broke into a smile the moment he saw her.

"You made it," he stood up to greet her.

"Almost didn't, but Ally wouldn't let me dip on you."

Luke laughed. "Remind me to thank her." His voice softened as he looked down at her. "I'm glad you're here."

They settled into their seats and Luke gestured to the menu. "This place is a hidden gem."

"It's perfect. I haven't had pho in ages. Eating out with a toddler usually only consists of Chick-fil-A and pasta. So this is a treat."

Tori was worried that the conversation would be awkward, that they'd sit there in silence between topics, but it wasn't. It was just like it was before. The conversation stayed light, talking about Riley, hockey, and funny things they'd seen recently. But as the bowls grew emptier, the conversation grew deeper, more reflective.

"Luke, y'know that I don't take any of this for granted, right? Being here, with you... it's everything to me."

Luke reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I'm glad you feel that way, Tori. Because I don't want half of you. I want all of this--all of you."

"You have all of me, Luke," she whispered. "I'm here."

Luke's smile grew, his eyes warm. "Tori, I don't think I can even put into words how much I missed you... and Riley."

"Riley will be thrilled to see you. He never shuts up about you and hockey."

"Future NHL player."

"Hmm... not sure about that one."

"I'll train him. He'll be skating in no time."

Tori shook her head, failing to hide her smile. "Whatever you say, Luke. Whatever you say."

"Ri-Ri, look who's here," Tori grinned, pulling her son's attention away from his Duplo.

"'Uke!" he screeched, running to the door. He wrapped his arms around Luke's leg, hugging as tight as he could.

Luke chuckled, leaning down to ruffle Riley's curls. "What's up, buddy?" he asked, grinning as Riley clung to him like he'd never let go.

"'Uke! Play 'ego!" Riley said, tugging on Luke's hand, leading him eagerly to the pile of brightly coloured blocks on the carpet.

Luke shot Tori a smile over his shoulder, clearly happy to be back. She couldn't help the warm feeling that spread through her as they interacted. It was a different feeling than the one she got watching John and Riley. She wasn't sure how to explain it, but the feelings were too different to compare.

She settled onto the couch, watching as Luke dove into building towers and playing Bob the Builder with Riley. The two of them fell easily into their rhythm, Luke making exaggerated sound effects that had Riley giggling uncontrollably. Tori had never seen him so at ease with anyone except maybe his dad.

"You've got quite the builder here, Tori," Luke smiled, helping Riley to rebuild Scoop, the yellow digger. "Forget hockey. You've got a future architect."

Tori laughed, loving how natural it was having Luke there. She could picture their life together with Riley--a little family unit. He fit seamlessly into their lives. Why had she ever had doubts about him? Why had she let herself get in her head and sabotage something that clearly made Riley and her happy?

"Should we see how high of a tower we can build, Ri?" Luke whispered, earning a very enthusiastic nod.

"'uper tall!" Riley squeaked, handing Luke another brick. He balanced it easily, but then, with a grin, reached for Riley's nose.

"Boop! Oh no, the nose monster got you!" Luke declared, making Riley shriek. "We better protect our noses!"

Riley threw his hands over his face, giggling as Luke chased him around the room. When he finally caught him, he scooped him up, spinning him in the air as Riley erupted into laughter. Tori had never heard him laugh so hard in his life.

"'Gain! 'Gain!"

Luke raised his eyebrows, pretending to consider it. "Hmm... I don't know. I might be too tired. Unless..." He gave Tori a playful glance. "Unless Mama helps us with our super-duper high tower!"

"'Elp us, Mama! 'Elp us!"

Tori laughed, sliding down next to them, joining in the building with mock-seriousness. "Alright, team. Let's make the tallest tower ever."

They spent the next half-hour building, laughing, and toppling their creation over and over. Eventually Riley snuggled up to Luke, yawning with a sleeply smile, clearly ready for a nap.

"Nap time, Ri?" Tori asked, standing up and brushing off her jeans.

"No 'tank 'oo."

"Wasn't really a question, bubba. It's nap time."

"I don' know," he shrugged, snuggling closer to Luke.

Luke chuckled, looking up at Tori. "Someone's found a new nap spot."

Tori shook her head, smiling as she crouched back down beside them. "This is maybe the second ever time he's not wanted a nap," she teased.

Riley grinned sleepily, his eyeslids drooping. "Nap 'Uke," he mumbled, pressing his face into Luke's shoulder.

"Looks like you've become the favourite... again."

"What can I say? I build a mean tower," Luke said, gently adjusting Riley. "He's a special kid."

"He is," she whispered. "Thanks for being here... with us."

He reached out, giving her hand a loving squeeze. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Tori was on the phone with John, pacing around the living room while Luke and Riley happily played with his toys on the floor. Luke's laugh echoed through the room as Riley squealed, but her attention was on listening to John's request.

"Look, Tori, I know it's last minute, but I need to switch weekends with Riley. My brother can't come another time, but I'll take Ri next week to make up for it. I promise."

Tori bit her lip, looking at Luke who was obliviously helping Riley with his game. Next weekend was the first free weekend that Luke had and they were planning an outing to the aquarium. Riley hadn't been since he was one and Tori wanted to see if he'd still love it as much as he did then.

"John, next weekend's... kind of important," she said, hoping he'd understand without pushing. "We have plans."

"I get it, Tori, but I wanna spend time with my brother, it'd be hard with--"

"Maybe you should've thought of that before we had a child, John. I--"

"I'm asking you to switch one weekend, Tori. It's not that deep."

After a long pause, Tori sighed. "Fine. We'll work it out."

She ended the call and sat down, watching Riley climb into Luke's lap, his face lit up as he explained the latest addition to his Playmobil pirate-ship. Luke looked up, noticing Tori spacing-out.

"What's up?" he asked, setting Riley on the floor next to him, the toddler still babbling away.

"John needs to switch weekends," Tori said, trying to keep her tone neutral. "I... it would mean Riley would go to his next weekend instead of this one."

Luke's face fell, though he quickly masked it. "Ah, okay. I know you were looking forward to next weekend, but shit happens, V," he said with a small smile, though there was disappointment in his eyes. "It's gonna be fine. I mean, I can cancel shit with Z and Jack this w--"

"You're not cancelling on hanging out with your friend for us. We'll reschedule. I... I want you to be there with us. A little family outing, but you didn't sign up to cancel shit with Jack."

"Tori, I know what I signed up for. And I'm here for both of you. Z and Jack will understand."

"Nope. No way. You're not cancelling. John--"

Luke sighed.

"What?" Tori's brow furrowed.

"Just... sometimes it's hard knowing that because John's in Riley's life... he'll always be in yours too."

"I know it's not ideal, but... you're not a second choice. I promise."

"I know, V. I know. I--"

"Mama! 'Uke! Pirate! Arrr!!! 'Uke, 'oo play now?"

"One second, bud. Just let me finish talking to Mama."

"Everything is gonna be fine, Tori. We'll figure this out. Don't let it stress you out. I love you."

"I love you too, Luke."

"'Uke!"

"I'm coming, Ri! Let's see your pirates!"

Tori sighed, running a hand through her greasy hair. She had been looking forward to John's weekend. She was going to take a nice shower, clean the house, binge some TV and drink a few glasses of wine. Now... she was gonna have to take a babywipe shower and pray she didn't fall asleep in the middle of the day.

Luke was packing up his gear when he noticed John lingering by his stall. It was unusual for them to end up alone together, but everyone else had already cleared out. Luke hesitated, but nodded in John's direction, signaling he was ready for whatever conversation John wanted to start.

John approached, hands tucked in his pockets. "Hey, Luke. Got a minute?"

"Sure," he replied, setting down his bag. He straightened, unsure of where this was going.

John shifted, looking uncomfortable but determined. "I just... I wanted to say that I appreciate how you've been with Riley. He talks about you a lot, and Tori said he's clearly happy when you're around. I can see it too."

"Thanks, John. Means a lot. Riley's a great kid, and I care a lot about him."

John nodded. "Look, I'll admit, it hasn't really been easy watching another guy take on such an important role in my son's life. But it's obvious Riley looks up to you. And I don't want him to feel like he has to choose between us, y'know?"

"Trust me, I don't want that either," Luke said sincerely. "You're his dad. I'm never gonna try to take your place. But I also want to be there... for both of them."

A silence hung between them, a final mutual understanding. Finally, John cleared his throat. "I think as long as we're both on the same page... for good, that's what matters. Riley deserves to have people that care about him. And I see that you really do."

"Absolutely. I'm here for both of them, but I respect your role in his life."

John extended his hand, and Luke firmly grasped it, both of them nodding. This was it. Peace at last. They finally had made peace. And Luke felt a renewed sense of purpose. Riley and Tori were his family. And he'd support and protect them, no matter what.

Tori was scrolling through her phone, her half-eaten bowl of cereal forgotten in front of her. Riley was at John's and she was finally getting a moment to hereslf.

"Hey," Luke said, sliding in the room, looking... oddly calm.

Hey," she placed her phone down. "What's up?"

"I had a chat with John the other day," he began.

Tori swore her heart stopped beating for a second. "Oh?"

"Yeah. It was... it was good. We talked about Riley, about us. And we, uh, we finally seem to be on the same page."

"Wait? Really?" She couldn't believe that John had been so mature about it. "That's amazing, Luke! I'm so happy to hear that."

"I know. It feels good. Like the weight has been lifted off us."

Tori nodded, returning to her cereal. "Thanks for doing that, Lu. For all of us."

"Anytime, V. Anytime."

Luke wasn't used to activities that involved lots and lots of excited children, so he couldn't help but feel a little out of place at the aquarium. He watched as kids ran around, their voices echoing through the dimly lit rooms, poiting at fish and pressing their faces against the glass.

Riley, who was practically vibrating with excitement, darted ahead, running as quickly as his little feet would take him. "'Ook! 'Uke, 'ishies!" he squealed, his face lighting up at the sight of a massive tank full of colourful, tropical fish.

Luke laughed, crouching down beside him. "Ya see that big one over there, Ri? I think it's giving you the stink-eye," he whispered conspiratorially, making Riley giggle. They stayed there, noses pressed to the glass, Riley's hand clutching Luke's while Tori trailed behind, smiling at how perfectly they fit together.

Riley pointed at an orange clownfish. "Nemo!" he declared proudly, looking up at Luke for confirmation.

"Yep, that's Nemo! And what about that one?" he pointed to a tiny, darting blue fish.

"Dowy!"

Tori joined them, her hand brushing Luke's shoulder as she knelt beside them. "Expert fish spotter Riley Marino. I like the sound of that. What about you, Ri-Ri?"

"Wiley Mawino!"

"Yes! That's you!"

They moved through the exhibits, Riley darting between tanks, his awe palpable. Luke and Tori held hands, exchanging smiles as they watched Riley live his best life.

"We should do this more often," Luke suggested, squeezing Tori's hand.

"You think?"

"Duh! This is so much better than sitting around and playing 'chel with Jack all day."

Tori cackled, "Luke!"

"Just telling the truth. Love you, V," he turned, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"Love you more, Lu."

"You want me to meet your family?" Tori asked, trying to make sure she had heard Luke correctly.

"That's what I said."

"Luke..."

"I know, I know. It's a big step, but I know everyone would love you and Riley. It's a good chance for him to hang with new people."

"Meeting you family is... big. Like life-changing big."

"I know it's a big deal, but I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure. Plus it's just a few days at the lake, nothing intense. My mom will eat up the time with a toddler. I think she's been secretly waiting for a grandchild."

Tori laughed, adjusting the sleeping toddler on her lap. "I... can I have some time to think about it? It'd be our first vacation together and my first time with your family. That's..."

"You've got all the time you need, Tori. Jack, Q, and I spend like most of the summer there, so any weekend that works for you... we'll make it happen."

"Deal."

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine

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gothamite-rambler · 18 hours ago

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Rose helping out Jason

Rose sat on the couch in her duplex apartment, her mouth agape in disbelief as she listened to the story of how Jason had died and then been revived. She had always been curious about the details but was hesitant to ask, worried she might be stepping on a landmine. Their relationship was still new, and she wanted to ensure Jason didn’t feel pressured to share anything he wasn’t ready to discuss.

Yet, as he recounted everything he remembered, she could see that, despite the pain of the experience, he didn’t resent reliving it. He seemed to find a certain catharsis in sharing his story, and she felt honored that he chose to open up to her.

Rose (stunned): That's... How you died?

Jason nodded then sighed.

Jason: The craziest part was stepping out of the Lazarus Pit covered in—wait, why do you look mad?

Rose (fixating on one detail): That bitch egg donor sold you out to the Joker to save her own skin?!

Jason (laughing dryly): Yeah, pretty much. She’s not around anymore. She wasn’t exactly the best mom to the bitter end. Honestly, it was stupid of me to even go see her that night.

Rose frowned softly, covering her mouth in disbelief.

Rose (reassuringly): Jace, it’s not your fault you were deceived by someone so terrible. I’m sorry for insulting her, but that infuriates me—along with the fact of your death itself. The whole situation makes me so mad. And my dad? He’s just as bad. Oh my God.

Jason chuckled, rubbing his forehead.

Jason: You’re fine, trust me. It’s crazy to think about dying, but I’ve managed to adjust to this new life pretty well.

Rose (smiling): You really have.

She exhaled, gently rubbing the top of Jason’s hand. He smiled in response.

Rose (holding back her anger): But the Joker is still… alive and walking? Not okay with that.

Jason: That’s a whole different mess. I don’t want to think about him right now; sorry for unloading so much on you.

Rose (smiling softly): It’s fine, I asked. I showed you my missing eye, and in return, you gave me a detailed account of your death. Just so you know, I could take care of him for you since Batman won’t.

Jason chuckled, quickly pressing a kiss to Rose's cheek.

Jason: Nah, his misery is enough for me.

Rose (with a mischievous glint in her eyes): His misery is enough? I like the way you think.

She leaned in closer, kissing him passionately as she pushed him down onto the couch.

Jason (sly smile): That turned you on?

Rose (whispering near his ear): Are you turned on?

Jason (blushing): I definitely am now.

Rose smiled, deepening the kiss as she felt the chemistry between them simmer. With a carefree motion, she tossed aside his shirt and kissed him again, all while her mind began weaving a plot for revenge against the Joker.

---Later that night---

Slade Wilson, aka Deathstroke, sat in his prison cell, engrossed in Shawshank Redemption.

Slade (towards the end of the book): Huh, he dug a hole in the wall? Amateur.

He chuckled softly, continuing to read until his phone rang just moments later. Without bothering to check the caller ID, he answered.

Slade: Go for Deathstroke.

Rose (whispering): Death—Sla—Da—Nope… Father, yeah, that works. Father, I have a request that you definitely won’t turn down.

Slade's interest piqued as he continued to read.

Slade: I’m listening.

Rose: The Joker’s in Arkham with you. I want you to beat him to a bloody pulp. He probably won’t die easily, but don’t kill him. Go all out. I’ll bring you muffins when I visit next week.

Slade snapped the book shut, excitement coursing through him as he stood up.

Slade (pumped up): I’d do that regardless of an award! Regardless! You’re not joking about him not dying, either. I saw someone push him off the railing near the stairs and that clown jumped to his feet while laughing. I will smash his face to a pulp regardless! Guard! Bring me my brass knuckles! Code J!

Rose (sighing happily): Thank you.

Slade: No problem, Jeri—Which child are you?

Rose paused, remembering who her father was and that this was just typical of him, even during her time as his loyal brainwashed agent. She mentally noted to bring this up during her 'sucky dad' contest with Raven later.

Rose: It's Rose.

Slade fell silent as he slipped on his brass knuckles.

Rose (pinching the bridge of her nose): I cut my working eye out for you.

Slade: Oh! The one who proved her loyalty to me. Got it… Daughter? Right, Rose is my daughter. Just remember to bring me blueberry muffins on visitors' day.

Rose: You really don’t want to hear the reason behind—

Slade (with a hint of hatred for the Joker in his tone): Rose, regardless!

Rose: Cool, thanks. Loyal to ya.

Slade (with a cocky grin): I know you are.

With that, he abruptly ended the call and strode out of his cell.

Slade: Hey, jester man! Get over here!

---Meanwhile at Rose's house---

Rose ended the call, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Rose (whispering to herself): Thank God he hasn’t realized I hate his guts. I really am such a good person.

Jason: You done with the call? I’m getting cold in here, come back to bed.

Rose smiled as she let her robe fall to the floor, heading back to her room. She closed the door quietly behind her, keeping her plan to punish the Joker in prison a secret from Jason—at least for now, until the moment felt just right.

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polaris-likethestar · 14 hours ago

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how to get your man back: a step-by-step guide by raven - chapter one

hiii so i wrote another story, its a raven x hank fake dating high school au where popular cheerleader raven uses nerdy teen hank to get her boyfriend erik back after he dumps her (raven/hank and charles/erik endgame).

side note this was supposed to be a crack fic but then i took it a bit too seriously so now raven's annoying but in a weird way, sorry about that:) enjoy !!

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Its not everyday that your your angsty, bad boy, literal walking-talking-breathing-version-of-a-love-interest-in-a-romance-novel boyfriend of two months, two weeks and four days breaks up with you over phone call. Like, he didn’t even have the audacity to tell you in person?? Okay, so his parents are like super European (he just moved from Germany) and maybe that means that their too strict to let him go visit his girlfriend past nine pm but still. They would have had to understand this was an urgent matter. Your heart was on the line!

Now, naturally you’d be upset and have your brother drive to the nearest whole foods to get your favorite cotton candy ice cream. But, what’s different about you and other people your age who happen to get broken up with over a phone call is that you are not just going to sit there and let your ex have the last laugh. No. Not happening. You are going to come up with a master plan, something no one would have ever assumed you were capable of doing. You’re going to make him so jealous, so furious with….furiousty that he wants you back. But here’s the thing: you’re not going to take him back. Not at first anyway. Give it time. Let the anger really seep through.

This is currently Raven’s plan. And now, you may be wondering, how exactly is she going to execute this plan? Simple. She’s going to find a new man, pay him an absurd amount of money to agree to be her fake boyfriend and take it from there.

And Raven already knows exactly who she wants this new “boyfriend” to be. Enter Hank Mccoy, the smartest kid in the school.

Now, Raven realizes how cliché this is. The popular cheerleader (her) and the nerd (him). They would never actually date on their own, only if there’s some sort of scheme involved. But that’s what’s so smart about it: no one is going to even suspect that she might be up to something. It’s too obvious. And it’s not like she was going to fall in love with Hank by the end…right? Right. Obviously.

So, when her brother returns with the ice cream, 32 minutes later (which, how bad is traffic at this late on a Wednesday night? They live in Westchester, not Los Angeles) she tells him the plan. “Charles, this is so smart, I’m going to have him back in no time.” He sat down next to her on her pink fuzzy rug. “Well, Raven, that’s lovely, but do we know why exactly he broke up with you in the first place?”

Huh. Raven hadn’t asked. Maybe she should have. “Well, I can’t call him now.” She shrugged. “It’s fine, whatever the reason is, he’ll forget about it.” Charles just nodded. Okay, so maybe his intellectual self thought that Raven was being a little bit delusional, but he’ll get it eventually. He has to. It wasn’t so long ago that he was stalking some guy he just met, taking the bus in the opposite direction just to follow him. Then one day he just stopped. Raven never actually found out why. But she wasn’t going to end up like her brother, she wasn’t going to just stop. He was probably just scared. But not Raven. She was going to get exactly what she wanted.

“Okay, well, how do you plan on getting Hank to agree with this?” Charles asked. “Well, aren’t you both on the mathletes? You know him.” Raven said. “He knows who I am. Tell him I want to talk to him. I mean, he’s like, scared of me. He literally wrote my whole essay for finals last year because I asked him to- and don’t look at me like that, Charles, I wasn’t trying to repeat 10th grade again.”

Charles just sighed. “Well, I suppose I could ask him to meet you during lunch time tomorrow. But be sensible about this, Raven, this could end up going really wrong.” Raven just shook her head. “Yeah, but it could end up going really right. Like, me and Erik could get married and have like, really pretty babies. Can you imagine? Oh my god, that’ll be such a fun wedding! I can’t wait! And of course you’re going to be invited. You and Emma and Angel and Moira and Jean and I guess Scott although between you and me, I really hope she dumps him by then, oh and Peter too, and Kurt and if this goes well, maybe even Hank as a thank you. You know what- I’m going to invite the whole school! We could even get a popcorn machine, like, everyone loves popcorn, right? Oh, it’ll be a blast, can you see the vision?”

Raven rambled on and on until Charles was getting visibly annoyed, and she did feel bad, so she let him sleep. But she plugged in her headphones, put her playlist on shuffle, and stayed up dreaming about how life would be like when she got her man back.

The next day, Charles kept his word and talked to Hank. She knew this because he was following her around like a lost puppy. It was kind of amusing at first, but then it just became kind of annoying so she eventually addressed him. “Hi, my brother sent you, right?” she asked. “Uh, yeah.” Hank responded. “I’m kind of confused as to why though?”

Raven smiled. “Alright. So, what I’m going to do is every Friday, starting tomorrow, for the next five weeks I’m going to venmo you $250 and we are going to pretend we are in a relationship and let the whole school believe that and then when it’s time, you dump me. Sound good?”

“Uh, what?” Hank asked. Raven just rolled her eyes; it was literally simple instructions. He’s supposed to be, like, super smart. Probably even more than her brother. “I’m going to pay you and you’re going to fake date me and then we will stage a very public break up where you leave me. Okay?” She tried looking as intimidating as possible, hoping that if the offer of money wasn’t enough, maybe she could scare him into agreeing.

“Um, aren’t you going out with Erik still?” “That’s not important, Hank, what’s important is that I really need this, okay. And I mean, like, it’s not like you have a girlfriend or anything.” Suddenly, Raven’s eyes widened. She never even thought about it. Maybe he did have a girlfriend. That would be awkward. “Wait, you don’t have like, a girlfriend or anything? Right?”

“Uh, no, but why are you doing this? Like, there’s got to be a reason.” Ugh. Why did he have to be so curious? I guess that’s how smart people are or whatever. “Okay, fine. So, like, you can’t tell anyone and I’m serious, no one? But like, Erik kind of dumped and we are supposed to make him jealous. Got it?”

“No, I don’t got it.” He spoke. Now he was getting kind of angry. Not like angry-angry but as angry as a miniature kitty cat could get, the cute kind. Not that he’s cute. The cat is. Just the cat. “Okay, well.” Raven tried to reason with him. “Uh, how about $300 per week then?” “$350.” He responded. Now, typically, this would be fine, the Xaviers are loaded, but she was curious how hard he was going to fight back.

“$320.” She offered. “No.” He responded. “It’s $350 or nothing.” Raven just scoffed. “Um, okay, why are acting so entitled? Like, I don’t have to pay you at all. It’ll be inconvenient for me if you don’t agree, sure, but it’s not, like, the end of the world. I could find someone else, Hank. You aren’t special. Just because you’re super smart doesn’t mean anything to me, it never did. So, take it or leave it, your choice.” Sure, it was mean, maybe a little bit extra, but Raven never said she was a nice person. She hoped that her little speech would get him to agree, but it didn’t. He went silent. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe it wasn’t worth all this trouble. So, just as she was about to walk away, Hank spoke up.

“You’re right. You don’t need me. Not me in particular, anyways. I’m sure you could easily find some other lonely, geeky, easy-to-bully teenage boy in our school to go along with your little plot. I mean, that’s what you were going for, right? You said it yourself, I’m super smart. So, I have a reputation, obviously. And yeah, it’s the not the best one, but it’s there. You have one too. The popular cheerleader. Can get anyone she wants. Every guy wrapped around her finger. That’s the stereotype, and so far, you’ve been fitting it. So of course, you want a boyfriend and of course you know once it gets out that you’ve been dumped, you’re going to look bad. And this, here, it kind of looks like a charity case, doesn’t it? You know that. And the whole public break up thing makes people feel bad for you, like you trusted me and I betrayed you, and you’ll go running back into his arms. Like you’re the victim. And I’m the bad guy. I’m not stupid, Raven, I see right through you. You know, I’m not even sure if you like him. I wouldn’t put it past you to just date him for the attention, because I know there are people who genuinely want him, and I can tell that you are not one of them. But fine, I will go along with your little scheme, and fine, I will go along with whatever it is you tell me to do but the least you can do is give me the $350 and let me salvage a little bit of respect.”

Okay. So now he’s like, way past kitty cat angry.

“Okay. Fine. Uh, $350 it is.” Raven wasn’t shaken up. She wasn’t hurt. Obviously not. “Okay, um, I’ll text you, okay? My brother will give me your number.” There was an awkward silence, and Hank was getting fidgety. The only positive thing about this besides that Hank agreed is that he visibly wasn’t all that comfortable with lashing out on her.

“Yeah, sure. Bye.” He said, turning on his heel, walking away.

Well, she did it. Part one of the plan is completed. She’s going to have her boyfriend back in no time and that wedding is going to happen. And oh, she can’t wait.

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#xmen #raven darkholme #hank mccoy #charles xavier #erik lensherr #mystique #beast #professor x #magneto #cherik #wait whats hank and ravens ship name #high school au #fanfiction #fake dating #marvel fanfiction #xmen fanfiction

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