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Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

what do the rouges think of cardinal?

OHHHHH What a lovely question <33

Since i've yet to write in Cardinal in a scene beyond his desk work- these might change.

Cardinal acts well- like a cryptic?? It's a complete coin toss how he will behave, if he will turn the creepy to 100% and speak in tounge's (its a mix of latin and greek) But when he DOES respond its through a heavy voice modulater.

However if you want specifics?? (also some extra lore of some rouges no longer active- both due to. Cardinals interference and BECAUSE I SAID SO)

Joker- They are a menace, never once humors his schemes- he knows the moment Cardinal gets involved his fun is ruined. Therefore he hates their guts. (Cardinal is reported 10x more brutal when faced with the Joker)

Scarecrow- Self proclaimed "Arch enemy" of Cardinal since hes never once sucseeded in drugging them, and he longs to know what would make the little bird sing. (Cardinal is said to have an entire pocket dedicated to backup rebreathers, usually lets the bats take over)

Riddler- LOVES Cardinal so so much- they are like best friends (no no they are not) Cardinal seems to enjoy his puzzles and he's able to pull out ones even the Batman would struggle with. Sometimes an informant for a good game. (Cardinal will admit, out of all the rouges? He doesn't mind Riddler- just with less hostages)

Harley- Thinks they are strange, even more strange than the bats. But more than anything concerning- their behaviors raise a ton of red flags but she doubts she can convince them to therapy, though it is her goal. (Cardinal is... unsure about Harley, she's changed- but memories are hard)

Ivy- Theres a mutual respect- Though out of all the vigilantes Cardinal seems to fear her the most, the last time being hit by her pollen they freaked out enough Harley made her give over the antidote. They definently fight, but she does try and hold back some of her more underhanded stuff. (Cardinals suit got several more layers after that incident)

Mr.Freeze- Reformed villain now, as a result of Cardinal. Aka when he first did his villain monologue to them- they had spoke (for the first time to ANY rouge) and asked to see his blue prints. A few years later his suit was fortified to help him live a somewhat normal life, and his wife had been cured. They got their life back. Leaving Gotham soon after, but he still checks in on ocassion (Cardinal never responds though, but they're happy with the updates- that he was able to help)

Catwoman- Annoying, but interesting for sure. It seems no matter how elaborate her scheme they always seem to pop in and just stare or even wave. The most interesting thing though? They never stop her. Certian locations she robs they will return the item (usually museums) but have never once tried to actually take her in. If anything shes half convinced they throw the bats off her trail, its interesting. (She never steals from anyone who cant afford to replace it, and honestly her stuff goes to a good cause-)

Clayface- Never became a villain- After his accident, Dagget had been shut down long before so Matt Hageb he had no accsess to the cream. With the help of his coworker (and future husband) Teddy Lupus he got the help he needed. Drake Industries came out with an amazing prosthesis program that helped construct a whole new face. Now Mr & Mr Lupus live in upper west side of Gotham where they now raise two daughters going to Gotham Academy.

Blackmask- Hates their fucking guts. People think Cardinal comes down on the Joker hard? They're practically suffocating Black Mask movements- buisness is failing and at this rate he's trying to put out a hit on the fucker. (The hates their guts is mutual)

Two face- Instead of going to the Manori trial- Harvey had an emergency call from a very panicky Bruce who suddenly had CPS knocking at his door about Dick. The delay finding a new attorney meant Manori was found with the acid and held for attempted assault while Harvey was scot free. He owns his own law firm now and has continued to be a close confident to Bruce and "Uncle" to the kids. (Cardinal cried when he first found out about Harvey, that he was okay- he thought it had been too late.)

Penguin- Cardinal is a pain in their ass, not as much as Black mask but still just enough that he doesnt hold back when attacking. The ONLY saving grace from absolute hatred is Cardinal outright refuses to fight any of his birds, and will even go as far as to save some of them when the bats are too careless to notice a penguin slipping off a roof. (Cardinal wishes Penguin would stop dragging actual penguins into his shit- even with guns they're just too cute)

[soxcietyy]

Racer Yuta Au

Yuta x fem reader

Part 2

Your dragged to a car meet up by your uncle and you have a wonderful time. Though you and your babysitter keep getting under each others skin.

˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚ forbidden love, brat, 5 year age gap. Illegal activity’s,

"Uncle Gojo, are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? Isnt my dad going to get mad?" You yell as he turns on his loud car. The exhaust roared loudly in the garage making it echo. Gojo was a illegal street racer, number one to be exact. He would drag race anywhere anytime. He used to work under his dad but having so much money made him pick up an expensive hobby like this. Your dad was currently in a buisness trip trying to recover lost data from the company. He might of agreed to let you explore the underground racing world when he was younger but now he retired from that. Ever since then you were to not go anywhere near such thing and he made that clear.

"Geto isnt here, plus it’s not a race it’s a car meet up. You’ll just be my plus one for the night. Cant really afforded to miss it." He says as he opens the door to his dark blue Supra.

You mumble that it’s going to be his fault if your dad found out about this as you got in. He rolls his eyes and closes the door as you got comfortable. When he got in you tightly grip the seat knowing this wasn’t going to be a smooth ride. You’ve seen your uncle drive and it did not look safe nor fun at all. Your dad would always talk about how many tickets Gojo has gotten and the cars he’s wreaked. All you could do was hope for your safety and not complain. As he drove out the garage you held your breath and with a hard step on the gas you guys were on your way.

When you arrived you reached inside your black purse and popped a mint into your mouth hoping it would relieve your anxiety. You weren’t sure if it was due to the terrifying drive or the amount of people starting to surround the car. You look at Gojo to see him smiling wide. This probably fuled his already exploding ego. You know he loved the attention and loved being the best at everything. He loved the girls, the money, but most importantly he loved crushing peoples hearts. That dream of destroying Gojo in a race might never come true for some people.

"Relax, don’t be scared nothing is going to happen to you. Nobody will lay a finger nor look at you dirty once they know your with me. Just make sure to stay clear from a few folks around here." He said before stepping out. You watch as people cheered and were asking him to rev his engine. He said a few words before coming to your door and opening it. When he did the noises from the crowed silenced. They���re probably not used to seeing him come with a plus one. From what you hear at get togethers was that his relationships are not allowed near his hobbies at all. So who knows what could be run in through these peoples minds.

When you appeared you saw that everyone had their eyes on you. Scanning you up and down to see what was good about you. Your clammy hand grabbed your other arm as you stood there shyly. Maybe you should have stayed home. Why did your dad think it was a bright idea to let Gojo babysit you. You were 18 for crying out loud.

Before you could ask Gojo if you can go back inside the car you saw someone emerging from the crowed. You watched how a tall guy with black hair and dark eyes approached your uncle and gave him a hug.

"Gojo, I didn’t think you were coming today. You told me you had business to attend to." He said as he backed up and looked at you. "Oh" was the only thing he said at you.

"Yuuta this is my niece, y/n this is Yuuta. He’s also a street racer and I guess you could say my pupil. Not trying to brag but I don’t think he would be the second best racer without my guidance." Gojo said all smug.

You’ve heard of this guy before, Gojo talked about him here and there. He’s 23 years old, one of the best drag racers, your uncles pupil, calm, friendly, but had a scary aura around him. He was in your dad’s last race, Yuuta ended up coming second meaning he beat your dad. Then your dad simply retired, not because he lost but because he knew it was time to look for something new.

You give him a small wave as you stepped behind Gojo a bit. This guy was pretty scary looking, not only because of his hight but you could feel something off.

"So is she also a far distant relative to me?" Yuta asks bringing his attention back to Gojo.

Ah that’s right they were related in someway now that you remember.

Gojo laughed and shook his head. He leaned towards Yutas ear and whispered something only you could hear. "She’s Geto’s daughter."

Yuuta looked at him shocked before looking at you again to see if he could spot the similarities. You glare at Gojo knowing that your dad wouldn’t want these kinds of people knowing about his daughter.

"Hey now that you’re here, I kind of have to talk to Sukuna for a bit as much as I hate the thought of it but it’s about the next race. Can’t have y/n around or Geto will kill me if people know who she is. Can you watch her for me? She’s a good kid and won’t be a bother." Gojo said as he pushed you towards him.

"Oh yea that’s fine." Yuta said as he looked down at you to make sure you were okay with it too.

Not like you had much of a say since Gojo smiled and gave you a thumbs up as he left. You both stood there for a minute until Yuuta spoke up.

"There about to start doing doughnuts want to go look?" He asks.

You give him a nod and follow him to where a crowed was forming. Pushing your way through to the front you could see a large space in the middle. You could see burnt tire marks from past meets on the road. You were so excited when you saw a mustang come out from the crowed. It was bright orange with black streaks. It had custom rims and such cool details on it. The crowed started cheering as the show started. The car started going in circles leaving skids on the floor. You could hear how it screeched at sharp turns and how the rubber burned. This was way better than seeing it through social media. You look behind you to see Yuuta smiling but he wasn’t looking at the car. He was looking at you.

After that finished he took you around the lot to look at other cars. So many different models, so many different body kits. No car looked the same and some were exotic. You met so many new people and had great conversations about how they managed to get there car to look at that. Yuuta also spoke to people but you didn’t pay much attention nor did he pay much attention to yours or so you thought. A guy came up to you and started to flirt with you. Saying how he would love to take you on a date and talk more. He said he loved your energy and style. He then proceeded to ask for your number but Yuuta stepped in and put a stop to that. You were kind of irritated by it seeing that he just cock blocked you.

"Let’s head to my car, I need to make sure nobody is messing with it. We have to be more careful and make sure nothing is tampered with now that Sukuna is here." Yuuta says as he leads you through the crowed. It was a bit hard for you to keep up seeing how he took long fast strides. You were wearing heels didn’t help the situation either. People looked shocked seeing Yuuta with a girl. Did these men lack in women or is their a rule to not bring a female to such gathering? Though when you took a good look in the crowed there was a good mix of everyone.

Eventually you made it to a white Nissan GTR. It actually quite suited him but you also took him for a Subaru type of guy.

People surrounded his car too, taking pictures of it and while looking at the details. "Alright I’m going to chat with these guys for a while so just do whatever 16 year olds do. Also don’t accept anything that isn’t from me, understand?" He says,

You looked at him in disbelief that he thought you were younger. "I’m actually 18 sir, we’re not that far apart according to Gojo. Five years to be exact." You say as you walk to the back of his car. He stood there shocked, probably trying to figure out how old your dad was when you were born. Spoiler alert it was when he was 15! Usually people think you’re joking when you say he’s your dad.

Suddenly a girl grabbed his arm taking his attention from you. She was tall and had short hair, almost like a greenish black hue. They seem to be fond of each other if they’re smiling and hugging. Maybe that was his girlfriend.

You sigh as you lean on his car while you scroll through social media. The car meet was going great but you didn’t appreciate being passed around to be babysat when you were a grown adult. The breeze blew making you shiver. Maybe it was a bad idea to wear a tight skirt with a small top. While you cursed under your breath everytime the wind blew someone was getting closer.

"Got bored of watching your boyfriend flirt with another girl?" You hear someone say. You turn to see a guy with blue hair and Heterochromia eyes.

"He’s not my boyfriend but I am bored. Came to entertain me?"

You lift up a brow curious to know why he came up to you. He makes up a small conversation that had you actually happy to engage in. Finally someone who didn’t belittle you nor treat you as a kid. He was somewhat surprised that you knew more about car than he initially thought. All those hours of watching your dad nerd out about cars payed off. He offered to give you a free ride around the block but you declined knowing Yuuta would freak out about it. Though you were interest what ride he had. Could it be a classic? Or a newer car that was modified.

"Hey don’t you think wearing something like that is too scandalous? Such a short skirt for this cold weather too." He says looking at your body.

Your hand touched the tiny goosebumps on your leg.

"Yea I was kinda rushed out the house so I didn’t really plan this outfit out. Are you trying to say you don’t like it?"

He held his hands up in defense, "no no I quite love it. It suites your body so well and- oh it seems we might be in some trouble. Seems your guard dog has finally payed attention to you." He says nodding his head to the person walking behind you. "Glad we could exchange contact information. Here just in case you get parched. Seems like you’re not being well taken care of right." He says as he hands you a water bottle.

You happily accept it as you watch him walk away. He was right about not being taken care of right. You have yet to eat dinner and would have loved if someone handed you a jacket. Bringing the bottle to your lips you take a sip. The cold water made you shiver a bit. You suddenly felt your body be pulled by the arm. Then shoved to the side of the car. You look up surprised to see a not so happy Yuuta over you. You back pressed hard against the car as he looked at you with thoes dark eyes. He ripped the bottle out of your hand and poured it onto the floor.

"Did I not say to not accept anything that isn’t from me?" He says.

You let out a sigh as you cross your arms and look away. "I’m thirsty, at least someone cared for me. Your busy chatting with a girl and left me alone."

"And what the do you know about being treated right? This place isn't safe for innocent gullible girls like you." He sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "Get in the car, clearly you can’t be trusted to follow directions." He says as he opens the door next to you.

You couldn’t believe Gojo said this man was calm and friendly. That was an absolute lie, he was such an ass and so much more.

You stood in your spot refusing to do what he says. He looked at you with such a demanding look but that wasn’t going to make you break. Your dad taught you to be strong. No man was going to tell you what to do. You both stood there for a minute before he slammed the door closed and grabbed you. In a quick second he lifted you up and sat you on the hood of the car. You gasp as he spread your legs open causing your skirt to slowly lift up. He then proceeded to put his body in between you.

"Didn’t think Gojos niece was such a brat, listen I’m in charge of you and your going to do exactly as I say even if you don’t like it, it’s not because I hate you but this is for your safety." He said as he placed his hands on both of your sides.

He was so close that you could see the turtle neck under his black leather jacket. The veins in his neck that pulsed as he grew more irritated. You could smell the cologne that he was wearing and feel his warmth. You couldn’t help but notice how good looking he looked like this as much as you hated him right now.

Okay maybe he was a little bit too good looking right now. All of a sudden you felt too shy to meet his gaze. "I don’t want to go in, I want to stay out here with you." You say as he sighed sounding unconvinced.

He looked down as his watch before responding to you. "Fine, but you better be on your best behavior. I don’t like girls who don’t listen." He says as he takes of his leather jacket and wraps it around you. You have no idea why but those words did something to you. For the rest of the night you stood next to him listening to him talk. You looked at the way he spoke, the way he laughed, how his Adam’s Apple would move up and down, how the veins in his arms showed when he opened his hood and showed the inside work. You were almost like a dumbfounded little puppy looking at its owner. Sometimes he would smile when he caught you looking at him.

you weren't embarrassed to admit to yourself that you've grew a crush on him just in the few hours that youve spent with him. It was normal for a girl to fall for a guy this fast right?

You end up falling asleep in his car by the time Gojo decided to appear. He lazy strolled towards Yuta who was getting ready to go for the night.

"Sorry I took so long, kind of got into an altercation. Hes not so easy to talk too." He says as he points at his busted lip. "Oh I see she fell asleep, tired the little brat out huh?" Gojo says as he looks at you snooze from the open window.

"So you knew she was a brat but painted her as an Angel huh?" Yuuta smirked.

"She’s my niece, obviously I’m going maker her seem like that. Hey you didn’t do anything funny right? She has a tendency of somehow getting what she wants." He said looking at him serious for a minute. Yuuta knew what he meant by that and simply shook his head.

"I respect you too much to lay hands on her." Yuuta spoke as he walked to the door and opened it.

"Good, I’ll take her from here then, also the next race i-" a crowed of running people caught Gojos eye before he could finish. Both of the men watched in silence waiting to see what was the cause of chaos. The second they saw red and blue lights they looked at each other.

"On second thought you keep her for now. She’s going to slow me down if I take her right now. Meet up at your house." Gojo said as he started running to his car that was across the parking lot.

Yuuta quickly ran to his car as people began to yell that 12 was in the area. Cars began to turn on to escape causing the place to light up. Yuuta reached for your belt and tightened it on you, soon after he pressed on the gas and left the area speeding. This wasn’t his first run in with the police so he was confident in not being caught. That was until he reached sudden traffic causing him to break hard, both of your body’s lurch foward and then back. This waking you up with a panicked expression.

"What’s going on?!" You say looking at him.

"Just going out for a ride.” He says trying not to freak you out.

"Oh that’s really lovely did the police department also decide to tag along? You have four of them a few cars behind us by the looks of it." You say.

The second the light turned green he accelerated, weaving through the slow traffic. You squeezed the door handle as he easily went over the speed limit. You were too young to already have a criminal record. You may not get charged as bad as he does but they will still charge you as an accomplice. How would this affect you college application? The car swerved every sharp turn he made until he made it to a dark neighborhood. In one go he turned the wheel completely to the right and drove up to drive way. He quickly turned the car off and unbuckled his belt.

"We need to get off now." He says as he opens his door. You proceed to do the same but by the time you get out you could see the cops patrolling the area, shinning there flashlights to every car. Yuuta quickly grabbed you and pushed you on the floor behind some bushes. His body laying low on top of yours. Both of you are breathing heavily as you could hear someone approach the car. Shinning the light inside the car to see if he could find anyone. Those few minutes felt like eternity and while you should have been worried about being caught all you could think about was the body over you. You look up at him to see his serious face looking around. Trying to figure out if the coast was clear. His face was dam from all of this. Sweat slowly rolling down his face even if it was a cold night.

You wanted him so bad, you wanted to pull him in and kiss him, you wanted to make him yours. You could just imagine being with someone like him. So mature, so tall, so protecting. His chest rose up and down quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He looks at you once again and leans into you.

"What are you looking at like that?" He whispers into your ear making you burn up.

"Nothing! Im just scared, this is a first for me." You say sitting up as he backs up.

When you guys tried to look for the officer you noticed he was now gone. You flatten your skirt down and brush off the dirt from yourself. He proceeded to stand and helps you up by grabbing your soft hand.

Walking to his car he reaches inside to grab something out of it. You follow behind intrigued by his actions. When he gets back to you he’s holding your purse in his hand that you must’ve left. Seeing a big guy like him holding your tiny hand purse made you feel like he was your boyfriend. You could just imagine how that would be like. You shyly thank him as he hands it to you.

You ponder weather you should drop a hint of you being interested in him or just dropping the bomb. You debate until you decided not to drag things around. "Have you ever wanted something bad but knew you had no chance?" You ask him.

He stood there for a second. Hands in his pockets as he thought about the answer. You guessed he did have something like. It made you wonder if he was able to achieve it. "What has you feeling that way? From what I heard you have a tendency of getting anything you want. So I really wouldn’t be worried about it."

You laugh as you lean onto his car. Looking at him in the eyes as you smile. "If I tell you want I want, will tell me if I’m capable of achieving it?"

He gives you a nod signaling for you to continue. You put your purse on top of the car as you approached him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and getting onto the tips of your toes, you whisper three simple words.

"I want you."

You say as you pull back to look at him. You could see the tips of his ears turning red from the dim light his house provided. His cheeks than began to flush. You were astonished seeing him act this way, you’ve seen him interact with girls today but he didn’t act like this. Did this mean he also had some interest in you?

"You don’t want me y/n, I’m not the type of guy you think I am, you don’t know me." He grabbed your arms from around his neck and put them down. "Well I’m going to get to know you." You intertwined your fingers with his.

"I’m a very jealous, serious, and aggressive guy. I wouldn’t want to ruin your innocence and take advantage of a girl like you. To top it all off your Gojos niece, and your dad wouldn’t want to see you with a guy involved with illegal things."

"I have a feeling that it’s because of our age gap." You cross your arms. You were disappointed in being turned down like this.

"Listen Angel I could give less fuck’s about being five years apart. I just don’t think I’m capable of maintaining something so pure and innocent. It’s like giving a tiger a bunny. He’s just going to eat her alive." He said holding your chin up so you could look at him. "So run while you can and find someone better."

You push his hand away "and what if I don’t run? What if I keep crawling back to you? You have no idea what you’ve done to me Yuuta. I’ve never felt so desperate for someone before." You say as you hug him.

"I need you so bad Yu." You bury your face in his chest.

"Y/n we can’t, I- what about Gojo? If he finds out he’s going to kill me." He says trying to fight off the urge to embrace you back.

You let go of him and look at him with your puppy eyes. You were begging him at this point to give you a chance. You just needed him to see that you were worth his time. He slowly runs his hands through his hair stressed.

"Fine but don’t make me regret this."

[eli-com]

୧ *·˚ SLURPEES — BILLY HARGROVE

୨୧ includes — fem!reader, non-proof read thoughtless writing, lewd comments from Billy, mentions of sex, fluff fluff fluff, mentions of abuse, sweet billy, bit of ooc billy, somewhat sad ending?

— “Cant wait for the day I can take you away from this shitty fucking town.” Your boyfriend’s voice would pierce through the previous silence, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he spoke, the both of you watching as it rose and eventually vanished.

Billy had picked you up from your house after a big argument with his dad, the two of you driving around town in his Camaro for a while before eventually ending up at Lovers Lake, laying on the hood of the blue vehicle, staring up into the dark, endless sky above. You could pretend you were anywhere when you stared up at the sky, imagine you weren’t stuck in a town with unreal, murderous creatures, imagine you and Billy had met under better circumstances, imagine that the both of you were free to do as you pleased.

Billy had fallen for you the minute he set eyes on you during his first day at school. He’d been waiting to receive his class rota from the receptionist when the sound of a door opening caught his attention, his head turning and his eyes meeting those alluring (e/c) ones. You had a pretty smile on your lips as you waved goodbye to whoever was in the office; the principle, your dad. It was almost laughable how cliche it all was, you were the ‘sweetest girl in Hawkins’, the golden girl who had everything going for her, whilst he was the ‘troubled bad boy’ your father would never approve of. After your first encounter you seemed to appear everywhere, in the school halls, at parties, the supermarket, fuck he even spotted you when he was just driving around town. Billy had never been so drawn to anyone in his life, never felt such a craving for another persons attention — he hated it. Instead of accepting his feelings he’d done his best to forget about them, taking a new girl home each night, sometimes multiple at a time, but he never managed to get rid of the thought of you.

He’d taken a particularly harsh beating from his dad one night, driving around town as he usually did, music blaring to distract himself from the angry tears that poured down his face. He felt weak, aggravated, all kinds of thoughts running through his mind. He could leave now, just like his mum had, just keep driving and never look back. But where would he go? How would he afford the gas? Food? It wasn’t realistic, he may not be the best in school but he wasn’t stupid. So instead he parked up at the closest gas station, on the hunt for a new pack of cigarettes (he could go through a pack a day if things were particularly rough). Upon entering, his eyes were immediately drawn to you, standing over the slurpee machine and watching as the syrupy liquid turned, sipping on your own cup, almost as if you were lost in thought. You were dressed in some pink pyjama pants with little dogs in sweaters on them and an oversized hoodie, cute.

Billy almost debated approaching you for a moment, debated asking what you were doing at the gas station at 2 am, wouldn’t your dad be mad? Did he even know you were out? What if something happened on your way back and nobody knew you were out? He’d shake the thoughts away, approaching the counter, only to find nobody there, his features hardening once more as he slammed a hand down onto the service bell, looking around for any sign of an employee. That was when his eyes met yours, an amused smile playing on your lips, which were now stained purple from the mix of red and blue syrup. He couldn’t help but wonder how sweet you’d taste.

“Oscar’s out back, don’t think he’ll be back for a while, his lady friend paid him a visit and he looked pretty eager to drag her out of here.” You’d speak in that sickly sweet tone of yours, his brows raising in confusion. Oscar? You knew the employee by name? Surely he couldn’t be your boyfriend, otherwise you wouldn’t look so amused by the ‘lady friend’ part of the story. Billy would lean his hands onto the counter.

“Great, that’s great. His boss know he slacks off to have fun with his ‘friend’?” He’d question, eyeing the array of different cigarette brands behind the counter. Surely this guys friend could keep him occupied long enough for Billy to hop the counter and take a pack without anybody noticing? Well, anyone but you, but considering you were out this late, which Billy knew wouldn’t slide with your dad from his many encounters with the strict man, he didn’t think you’d be all too bothered.

“No, how would he know? Nobody’s gonna tell.” You’d shrug with a coy grin, waving your slurpee in the air. Was this guy bribing you with free drinks? Billy couldn’t help the small grin that pulled at his lips, you looked so proud of your small act of rebellion, keeping secrets so some guy could blow his load in the back of a gas station, surrounded by trash. Deciding to go for it, the teenage boy would hop the counter, analysing the different choices he had before picking up a pack of his favourites, immediately opening it and placing one between his lips, lighting it and giving an exhale of relief. “You’re Billy, right? You’re in my home room!”

Billy wasn’t surprised you knew his name, most people in Hawkins did by now, he wasn’t exactly shy, yet for some reason just the sound of you saying it out loud made his stomach feel funny. He’d never given much thought to his name, but god did it sound good coming from your lips. He’d hum in agreement, finally turning to fully face you, cigarette still dangling from his mouth. That’s when he heard the gasp of shock that left you, confusion washing over him as he watched you approach, backing up until he was practically sat on the counter, you between his legs and staring up at him with a weird look on your face. One of curiosity, one of concern? He wasn’t used to seeing someone look worried about him.

“Holy shit! What happened to your face, did you get mugged or something?” Right, now he knew why you looked so worried. His dad had delivered a powerful blow to the side of Billy’s face during their argument that night, and there was no doubt in his mind it was already beginning to bruise. The sight of you looking concerned for his well-being had his chest tightening, he could practically feel your breath on him from this position. Fuck, since when did other people have such an effect on him? He’d never even spoken to you before yet you managed to make his cheeks become a rosy hue just from a look.

“What? No, you really think someone would try fucking mug me?” He’d scoff, almost offended, rolling his eyes and dropping the hardly used cigarette to the floor before peering back down at you, hard features suddenly melting at the sight of that caring look in your eyes, the way your lips pulled into a small frown. Did you know how gorgeous you were? He didn’t think so, nobody who knew they were as beautiful as you were would be hanging about in Hawkins. No, in Billy’s mind you were pretty enough to be a model, fuck, if he had it his way you’d be on every billboard and magazine cover out there. He’d never get tired of seeing those perfect features. “I just- I ran into my door, earlier.” He’d internally groan at the shitty excuse.

You didn’t question him, which he was grateful for; you could tell he wasn’t all that eager to talk about whatever really happened at the moment and you didn’t want to upset him more, it was clear he’d already had a tough night. “Does it hurt? Looks like it hurts.” Without thinking you’d raise the icy cup in your hand, pressing it ever so gently to the side of his face where the bruising had occurred. He’d hiss, trying to move away from it as it stung him, but your hand would follow, making sure the cup didn’t leave the side of his face. “Stop moving, it’ll help.” You’d speak sternly; you were bossy, he guessed you probably got it from your dad. But rather than getting annoyed with you like he would your father, he found himself obeying, relaxing back against the counter and letting you hold the cup to his face, the ice inside somewhat easing the burning of the bruises.

The two of you stayed like that for god knows how long, refilling the slurpee cup every so often and talking about anything and everything; California, your dad, music — all sorts. Billy was just grateful to be given the chance to have such a long conversation with you, even if he hadn’t been the one to initiate it. Eventually the gas station employee would return, he looked maybe only a few years older than the two of you, a lanky boy with hair so long in the front that it had Billy wondering how he could see where he was going. He wore a dopey grin on his lips until he spotted the two of you behind the counter, immediately throwing his arms into the air and ordering you both to move, mentioning something about how he said you could help yourself to the slurpee machine and nothing more. Billy drove you home that night, and when he parked outside of your house you grabbed a pen that had for some reason been thrown onto his dashboard, writing your number down onto the palm of his hand and offering a cheeky smile before rushing off back to your home. Billy called you the minute he woke up later that day asking you to see a movie with him, and since then you hadn’t left each others sides.

Billy had never felt so much love for another person until he met you, never wished for someone’s presence the way he wished for yours. When his mum walked out and left him behind with Neil, Billy didn’t blame her, in fact he probably would’ve done the same. Maybe she wanted to leave every trace of her old life behind, and that included him. Maybe she saw how much Neil had fucked him up and feared he’d turn out just like him; that was Billy’s biggest fear too, but when he looked at you he knew there was no way he could ever hurt you, especially not in the ways his dad had hurt his mum. You made him feel like he didn’t have to hide how he felt, you validated his emotions, helped him calm down when he was panicking, treated his wounds when he got into a fight with Neil. You reminded him that life didn’t end the minute his mum left, and that he was worthy of happiness. You let him know he had the right to feel betrayed, that it really was possible for someone to love him despite his anger and stubborn nature. Billy didn’t usually think of the future, he had a hard enough time just coping with the present, but since he’d met you it seemed he couldn’t stop imagining what life could be like as you grew together. He couldn’t stop imagining living that comfortable life he’d always hated the sound of until he began to imagine it with you; buying a home, getting married, having children, he’d do it all, as long as he got to do it with you.

So, as he gazed up at the stars above you both, he couldn’t help but let his imagination take over, a sigh leaving him as he exhaled another drag of his cigarette. “‘M gonna make you the happiest woman in the world, I’ll make sure of it… Gonna become someone your dad would be proud to see you with, someone you can brag about to your fancy friends…” He’d whisper, eyes never leaving the sky, lost in a daze. Your dad had made it clear to Billy since the moment you confirmed your relationship that he did not approve, and as much as Billy wished he could say he didn’t care — he did. You were his other half, and he knew how important your dad was to you. He wanted to fit into every aspect of your life and hated to hear of all the arguments you had with your father over him, how you had to defend him constantly. He didn’t want to be the reason for the strain in your relationship with your father, it hurt him to see you so upset, but at the same time he’d never give you up just because somebody else didn’t approve. He’d be damned if he lost you all because of another persons opinion, you were it for Billy.

“I dont care what anybody else thinks, Billy, you know that… I’m proud to be with you. I’m proud of you.” You’d voice, turning your head from the sky to look at him, eyes trailing over his side profile, from the long lashes you’d always been jealous of to those pillowy lips you knew the feel of all too well by now. You could stare at him for hours on end, he was just so pretty. “You already make me the happiest woman in the world just by being with me.”

He couldn’t help but shake his head at your words, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, eyes momentarily closing. This was the gentle side to Billy that only you got to see, and you couldn’t be more honoured. The little touches, gentle kisses, longing looks; all yours.

“What did I ever do to deserve you, huh?” He’d mumble against your hand, crystal blue eyes opening and meeting yours, a timid smile on his lips. “Still, ‘m gonna get you out of this place, take you to Cali and show you all the places I used to hang, teach you how to surf if you’re up to it.” He’d grin at the thought of you on a surfboard — you’d always been extremely clumsy, and he’d pay to see you take a tumble off a surf board and into the ocean. As if reading his mind, you’d lean over to slap at his arm before he copied you, throwing his cigarette away and attacking your sides with his fingers, sending you into a laughing fit as he tickled you. “Why’d you slap me? You gonna say sorry?” He’d joke with a wide smirk on his lips, his hands never ceasing their attack on you, enjoying the way you squirmed under him, involuntary laughs leaving you.

“Billy, enough! I can’t-” You’d break into another fit of giggles, doing your best to push your boyfriend off of you, but he didn’t budge. “William! I said enough!” You’d cry out, the use of his first name causing Billy to chuckle as he finally stopped tickling you, hands resting on your hips as he allowed you to catch your breath, leaning over your body, brushing his nose against yours affectionately. He'd always hated his first name, thought it made him sound old, but when he heard it coming from your lips? He couldn't have asked for a better name. “You’re an asshole.” You’d breathe out, lifting a hand and cupping his cheek as he smirked down at you, leaning into your touch almost instinctively.

“You’re so beautiful.” He’d lean in, whispering against your lips before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss, one hand resting on your hip, thumb caressing it whilst the other travelled higher to your waist, his chest pressed to your own. Nights like these were when Billy appreciated you the most, the nights when you could make him forget about all his problems with just your presence — he had no idea where he’d be without you there to ground him.

“Meant what I said, every word of it. We’re gonna own a nice house on the beach and I’ll make sure it has a massive porch that you can practise your painting on… Can go for morning swims, I’ll get to see what you look like when I fuck you in the sand-” He was cut off by you sending another slap to his arm, only this time it was a bit harsher, causing him to laugh loudly. “I’ll buy you the biggest fucking rock of a ring you’ve ever seen, all the ladies’ll be so jealous, and all the guys will wonder what lucky bastard got to put that thing on your finger…” He’d place a tender kiss to your cheek before moving up to your forehead, then to your closed eyelids. “You’ll be the most gorgeous bride in the world, can’t wait to see you in one of those fancy dresses, all dressed up for me.” He’d lean down to your ear, lips grazing over it as he spoke, his breath blowing against it causing shivers to run down your spine. “Then ‘m gonna make you a mummy, yeah? Make your stomach all round, fuck, you’d look so good pregnant with my babies.” He’d nibble at your ear. “Just imagine it, teaching the kids to surf, watching them play on the beach… It’s gonna be perfect. Fuck, I hope our babies have your smile, gonna be the cutest kids around.”

His words had your chest tightening, a breathless smile on your lips as you stared up at him, hand slipping from the side of his face up to his head where it ran through his curls. If he hoped your future kids had your smile, you sure hoped they had his hair and eyes, they were two of your favourite things about him. It wasn’t hard to imagine a future with Billy, in fact, you’d been planning it since the moment you met the guy when you see both 17, the two of you now 18 and about to finish Highschool. Sure, you were still young, most people would likely say too young to talk about marriage and children, but you knew, you knew you wanted those things, and you knew you wanted them with Billy.

"You'll be a great dad, Billy, I just know it." You'd whisper back, arms circling around his neck and bringing him down into a slow, sweet kiss, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair, noses occasionally bumping and causing the both of you to breathlessly laugh. The moment was sweet, full of love and sweet promises.

And he would have been, had he been given the chance, had the summer not taken him away from you before he got the chance to fulfil any of those dreams. He would have found a way to buy you that ring, would have worked extra just to get that house on the beach, would have taken care of you and your children the best he could, made sure they would never have to wonder where they'd get their next meal, never feel any fear towards him like he felt for his own father. You just wish he had the opportunity to do all of that, wish the two of you hadn't met in Hawkins, wish he hadn't been driving to meet you that day.

[v-anrouge]

Answer some or all, I want to know more about you 👀 that wasn’t the right emoji but oh well I’m using voice to text

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

1- actually yeah but theyre super super super light so u can barely see them

2- coffee, i hate tea. i drink it with milk and sugar

3- more KDA

4- side, shrimping

5- yes:3 rook vil and my childhood plush

6- drawing

7- one, and it has to be thin

8- DONT DO THID TO ME I CANT DECIDE

9- june 19

10- 5'3 💀

11- very dark brown

12- all my mooties

13- abandonment, forests, insects, worm like things, heaven, dogs

14- blue and purple

15- winter 100%

16- yes! maybe of a deer, not realistic tho

17- i want all my piercings back my mom made me take them off so now im only left w my bites and the cheek ones😔

18- my mother

19- my lesbian irl :3 like two years?

20- peace

21- okay-ish

22- like 4 or 5?

23- i don't care for them

24- like 1 hour ago, obey me 💀

25- i don't think there are decades to be celebrated humans are evil in all of them

26- cute things, children movies and cartoons, they make me happy

27- i haven't read in LONG because books in brazil are way more expensive than i can afford

28- okay i think

29- yes😭

30- getting a job that i actually like

31- moving with my irl

32- to my irl's house :3

33- locked shut

34- oleanders!

35- nope

36- HATE IT

37- CATSSS

38- insects, worm like things..i think that's it?

39- yeah💀

40- no, but also yes, i dislike beaches because in there's always those fucking sand dollars , i prefer it sunny because the water is cold

41- GUMBALL!!!

42- I CANT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYONE SAD FOR NOT BEING HERE

43- two older brothers

44- my irl

45- my irl...

46- distract myself and talk to people i like (usually my irl)

47- no i havent 😭

48- my irl <3

49- it's a fight between me and my mom id rather not, sorry

50- I have absolutely no idea what to ask tbh😭 uhmm i guess id like to ask why so many ppl like me

[reinekes-fox]

Tell me more about The Magicians!!

Inspired by The Magicians by Lev Grossman! I only watched the first season so far, cant afford the whole series neither the books rn.

But, this man, this oppurtunity he offers! You had the oppurtunity of a lifetime, to learn actual magic, just to have this door slammed in your face!

Follow the man. Magic is your life now.

He smirks as you follow him.

"You won't regret it,."

Blue eyes sparkle with amusement, as he begins to play with a coin, makes it disappear than reappear. Easy magic, you already learnt it, but don't pull it off as smooth as he does.

He steps out of the train station, honking cars greeting you as he takes a turn, shoes making no sound on the dirty street.

"So, Foxglove, hm?", he talks, guiding you through back alleys and overgrown gardens.

What if you are following a murderer?

"And they rejected you? Elitist pricks."

Oh yes... magic to weak, your ass! He chuckles, clapping you on the shoulder.

"Ah, don't worry, now you have found likeminded people!"

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

Everyone skippin’ on Hikaru Midorikawa /j ANYWAYS I know how this man is always surrounded by bunnies. Now imagine one time Reader (could be either another Aurorian or a Caelestelite) just absolutely exhausted decided to visit Novio’s office and away from the noise of the bustling Collosus.

This man, Novio, filled with gentleness and ancient wisdom, gave reader a smile and offered a hug because YOU CANT TELL ME THIS MAN WONT OFFER ONE.

If you consider accepting this request you have my whole heart this game needs more FanFiction

A Sense of Comfort [ FIC / FLUFF ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLING! I THINK I MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY WHEN WRITING THIS SO I HOPE I DIDN'T DEVIATED FROM THE ORIGINAL REQUEST! ENJOY READING, SWEETIE!

TW : NONE!

[ HEALING FLAME, NOVIO ] X FEM! NAVIGATOR

It was a long and busy day on the Colossus, just like any other day but it seemed even busier than usual. Having to deal with the sudden delivery requested by the Courier Union, you had to fly all over the place. Thirteen deliveries to Umbraton, twenty to Illumina and so many more to the point, you couldn't keep count! However, you didn't blame nor hate Tweety for suddenly asking for your help with the deliveries; Poor girl had to deliver a hundred on her own before you came! Luckily, you were more than familiar with each faction so that saved you a lot of time rather than running about like headless chickens with the deliveries in your arms. It took from morning to evening to thoroughly send them all but you did it, with a few helping hands of course!

Though, you found yourself beyond exhaustion after finishing the work. You were so sure that people can see how with each step you take, you were practically dragging your feet behind you and that if you were to even sit or lay down, you'd be fast asleep in no time. That was how tired you were but as much as you wanted to tuck in and call it a day, there was one last thing you needed to do. After all, you hadn't gone to visit him at all in his new office and you wanted to at least say goodnight to him before returning to your room for the night

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With a raised fist, you gently knocked on the door. It was already past everyone's bed time so you couldn't afford to be loud, if not they'd pester you endlessly on why you were still up so late. Much to your surprise, the door made a click before it parted open slightly, blue eyes peering from the space in between; it was almost frightening to say the least. "Oh, it's just you Navigator!" It was a voice that you were quite familiar with. And with a smile, Novio swung the door open as wide as he could; stepping aside so you could enter the office. "Come on in! You must be cold from how chilly it is tonight !" Beamed the Northlander priest. Striding into the room, the office was relatively clean and had some of Novio's touches as well; the wafting scent of burned jasmine incense, multiple candlelit lanterns strewn across the room and a desk that had a neatly placed paperwork stacked on top of it.

In the middle of it all, there was a couch that was akin to snow, pure and stainless as white. The priest had already seated himself on it, his gloved hand petting one of the few rabbits that was sleeping soundly next to him. His blue eyes gazed at the white furred animal in his lap with such affection before shifting his gaze towards you instead, an ever familiar and loving smile graced his lips. "Are you going to stand there as we converse, Navigator?" He teased. The dark blue haired man let out chuckle as you were quick to walk to him before taking a seat, a tinge of red coating your cheeks; you were obviously embarrassed by his words.

Eventually, his laugh died down, leaving only silence shrouding the entirety of both of you. After what seems to be like an eternity, he was the one to break the ice. "Well then, what brings you here to my office Navigator? It must be quite urgent since you came in right after visiting hours ended.." And like a child, Novio tilted his head to the side; his earrings swaying lightly. He even had that childlike curiosity swirling his eyes despite being a hundred years older than you and yet, it seemed to have charmed you even more. Maybe you were too head over heels for him you think.

"Ah! Well—" Just as you start to talk, you find yourself looking away from his gaze. You have always been composed but why did you have to fall apart in front of him now at all times? You were so sure that his eyes were piercing holes into the back of your head but you were too busy finding things to stare at rather than at him "—i-it's because I've been quite busy today and we haven't had a chance to meet each other so I wanted to—" And just when you gathered enough courage to turn your head to face him, you were right on the card on him staring at you with full focus; guilt starts to fill your guts as he was paying full attention to each and every word you've said yet you've deliberately avoided eye contact. "—Oh, nevermind! I'm sorry for bothering you this late at night, Novio!" 'This was a mistake' You thought to yourself. You decided to change your mind entirely to just bolt right out of the room

Though unluckily for you, Novio was always one step ahead of you. His gloved hand was quick to hold on to yours before pulling right into his embrace. He let out a soft chuckle before grasping your chin, making you look at him in the eye "Pretty rabbit....I can tell that you want something from me no?" He said quietly, his face leaning in closer as you closed your eyes to brace yourself, your cheeks already tinted red. Novio let out another chuckle before he engulfed you in a hug, his gloved hand petting your hair as he sat you in his lap, his grip firm yet gentle "There, there..." The male cooed as he caressed your cheeks, a warm smile on his lips "It's been a long day for you so come and rest in my embrace, pretty rabbit. Close your eyes and let yourself go to sleep" Novio added. His breathing was slow and steady, his head was rested on top of your head and it seemed like he was intent on keeping you there. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open from how warm and soft he was so eventually you fluttered your eyes close, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you soon drifted to sleep

[selamat-linting]

okay serious status update of the game. i finally had a proper base. there's a little farm, and i have a surplus of grain, enough to last the winter even if i dont do anything. i have so much bread my daily meal is a sandwich and a fruit salad. im in the process of making a copper anvil, i have a full leather armor with some to spare, and i have enough coal for several welding and working.

one glaring thing that i lack, is a bed. as i said before i have horrible luck when it comes to animals. when i was hunting and gathering without a stable place, i ate mostly rabbits and deers, which gave me some raw hide. but other than those, i got nothing. maybe a quail or a turkey if im lucky. the only animals that drop a hide large enough for a bed is a cow or a bear. i had a bed in my old base, but its long since burned down. i havent seen any cow ever since. i did meet a bear twice, which i died from btw. maybe i should make a bed from silk strings.

my search for valuable animals brings me nothing so far. but i did find a super large deposit of copper, so big i cant mine them all. i should craft a bag for that too. i probably should work on the things im already good at, like the mining and the agriculture, but when it starts snowing again, i know i cant travel as fast as i can and the resources i can just gather from the wilderness are very limited. plus, i can mine while looking for animals and farming for crops is something you can just left to grow on their own. urgh, i need to find a bed before winter. im sick of having to walk thousands of miles to go home.

my plan this summer is to get a bed, a backpack, farm as much as possible, and a steady source of milk. eggs would be nice. i found a quail but so far theyre all male. i cant breed them together so i think im just gonna kill one of them for food. im sorry but i cant afford homosexuality in my base, even if its pride month. farming is crazy btw, its time consuming, you thought youre done but then its night so you have to wait to leave house in the morning. but then by morning some crops are mature and you have excess seeds and a bunch of compost so the cycle starts all over again.

during winter, i would not be able to go far anywhere so im thinking to expand my base while waiting out the snow. my base already have two separate wings of the house, dedicated first for a kitchen and the other for a forge. dont ever build a kitchen or a room near the kitchen with wattle and daub btw. it WILL burn down. if you want to be safe but have a pretty base, have a layer of rock insulating any room with a fire source before building a second layer of the next room with wood. also dont put barrels on the ceiling of the forge especially if you dont put a proper chimney. dont waste precious hides, limewater and tannins like me. anyway, i want to expand the base, i want to have a bigger storage room, maybe even a little living room for guests, even though im only on my own in this world. also, i got lost really often. so i needed my base to have a super tall and big tower so i can easily find it. im gonna call it my babel tower and it will expand forever until i decide to move out. which will inevitably happen.

i might need to expand the forge next year and build a windmill or a waterwheel to automate the quern grinding process and anvil smithing and oh shit waterwheel requires a river and the flow on the river next door is too slow so i might have to move a bit. also i need a good light source so i need to find tallow and that requires me to explore the sea and hunt some whales. And dont forget to craft some blue steel for the lantern. And try glassworking for the windows. but thats a problem for next year's winter. everything's quite sufficient now.

[the-story-forge]

⚠️Warning this story has extreme graphic adult content, viewer discretion is advised! ⚠

Chapter 2 - Rose

The Sparrow landed on the fire escape outside his apartment and opened the window slipping in and shutting it behind him. Removing his mask and hood, he became the ordinary nobody, 22-year-old citizen, Eric Dror.

Eric's apartment was small, one bedroom, one bathroom. The size didn't matter to him, it was what he could barely afford, and he was almost never there anyways. Eric's nights consisted of cleaning up the city of its filth, his mornings consisted of trying to sleep for a few hours and typically failing, and afternoons were spent at a job working 7 Eleven for minimum wage table scraps.

“The sun is rising; you are hardly going to get any sleep.” Eric muttered to himself, he took off his backpack, and hoodie falling onto his bed shutting his eyes, not bothering to worry about it.

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6 silhouettes, a knife made of ebony, golden beams of light burst from his eyes and burst the skulls of screaming people open, blood and brains dripped onto the ground as innocent people died and the world cracked apart. It was overwhelming. He thrashed in his sleep and his eyes snapped open.

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“No!” He screamed and bolted up right in bed.

“Fuck,” he rubbed his forehead and fumbled for his phone to check the time, 5:30 a.m. Eric wiped his eyes, noticing he had slept with the black eye makeup on again and had gotten it on his sheets. He sighed and got up to go shower, if he couldn’t sleep, he would at least spend his time productively before he had to go into work.

The shower was warm, it drenched his dirty bruised and scarred skin in a clean reset that temporarily acted as pleasurable. The water ran down his head, over his face and trickled down his abs. Eric flipped his hair back and let the thoughts creep in. The cult died 3 years ago. Was she returning? Eric stepped out of the shower drying off, taking a look at the injuries he received from the night before.

Eric threw on a jacket and stored away The Sparrow's suit underneath his mattress. He then closed the door of his apartment and locked it behind him. He figured he would head for the café downtown. It was open 24/7 and nobody was likely to be around this early that cared enough to bother him.

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“The Cult of the Dragon, antiwar assassination clan mass arrest made possible due to Midnight City vigilante known as "The Sparrow.” Eric thumbed over the news clip from three years ago. It did impress him how quickly the myth of The Sparrow spread over such a little amount of time. It was for sure better than the other name the news had called him.

“Ready to order?” A voice startled him out of his thoughts.

“Coffee,” he begrudgingly answered, not bothering to look up from his laptop.

"Coffee for the mysterious man in the corner booth, got it any cream or sugar honey?"

Eric turned to look at her catching his breath in his throat. She was beautiful. Blonde hair and oceanic blue eyes. He was speechless as she took the menu from him.

“Uh black please,” Eric stuttered.

“One black coffee coming up,” she winked, and his heart lurched in his chest. He shook his head focusing back in and tried to get back to research.

The television in the diner had a story on, a news report about a sinkhole that had formed in the arctic, the voice of the reporter provided good ambience for Eric as he clicked through his records.

“Officials are unsure what has caused the sinkhole, the expedition team sent down to investigate has not returned, and experts fear the worst is yet to come,” the reporter shifted around her papers and the headlines changed.

“In local news their have been numerous reports of gunshots at the abandoned Midnight City library, M.C.P.D. has yet to comment on whether or not an investigation is taking place,” the television changed to the chief of police Hoss Dogmann.

“Look if someone ends up dead they end up dead and we investigate until then we cant go in guns blazing on a mere chance!” Hoss grinned, his yellow stained teeth shining like the fraud him and his department are. Eric tried not to pay attention to him because it only angered him how awful and crooked The Dog was.

Eric thumbed through the old report he had done on the cult’s leader, Mckenna Moore. He thought back to the last time he had seen her, stopping the cult three years ago. Eric rubbed his forehead feeling a headache pulse against his skull.

“I don't understand,” Eric whispered under his breath.

“Understand what?” Rose interrupted his thoughts, coffee in hand.

“Oh uh nothing,” he took the coffee from her.

She glanced at his screen seeing the article.

“Are you a fan of The Sparrow?” She asked.

“A friend,” he lied.

“A friend hm?” She teased him probably suspecting that he was lying.

"How about tomorrow morning, I come over to your place and you tell me about your friend and you?" Rose’s eyes sparkled and Eric felt the feeling in his heart, a sickness and he longed for her.

“Rose, get to work!” The cook yelled from the kitchen interrupting the moment, not allowing time for him to respond or think at all. Rose blushed and rushed back to the kitchen.

Eric then realized something. How could someone like him love? He should at least humour her and let her down easily.

Something about her smile and those eyes, those perfect eyes moved something deep within him something he desired to explore. Eric closed the article and took a look at the receipt.

“Damn it.” He took a pen and scribbled his address onto the receipt leaving it with her tip money.

Written by Phoenix Rose

Characters and Story Created by Phoenix Rose

A Story Forge Production

[punkbeetleart]

Daily kaiba quotes propaganda reblog bc he is number one jerk and im honestly astonished hes losing in the second round

☆"Mokuba, what do I always tell you? If at first you dont succeed, blast them with your blue eyes again!!!!!"

☆(While joey is singing 'One potato, two potato' to pick a door to enter) "How did that fool make it this far? Just pick a door you geek!"

☆"If I had a dime for every time you mentioned destiny, I'd be even richer"

☆Siegfried: "You need to give up 1000 of your life points first, and you cant afford that now!"

Kaiba: There's nothing I cant afford!"

ROUND TWO - Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh!) VS Dennis Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

KAIBA: "Seto kaiba is so jerky in the best possible way. Oh to have the confidence of a man who cares about nothing but his little card game and views himself as the best player of that game and therefore the best person in general. What more can you say about the dude i love him"

DENNIS: "The whole gimmick of the show is that they all suck and are all assholes its great, but Dennis is among the very very worst. Asshole supreme"

[bunisbun]

The anniversary stuff for Wildstar got me to check up on my chars and I remembered I tried building something from scratch and made a little reading shack of sorts on Kaiymm’s skyplot... there's a lot more I’d like to do with it but I'm happy with it for now for my first attempt :’>

[bartxnhood]

long day. | p.p

gif not mine.

| andrew peter! x reader

summary: peter cares only for your opinion. just yours. he loves you so much and he can’t afford to lose you like he lost everyone else.

warnings: mentions of blood, descriptions of bruises.

authors note: HELLOOOOO i have returned from my hiatus. i’m so sorry to keep you all waiting, especially everyone that has requested but they will be published soon !!! i hope you enjoy this fic. i’m really proud of this one.

Copyright © 2022 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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it was a rainy day, not letting up all night. the streets covered in the cold rain. peter had been out patrolling per usual, he only went to ‘work’ on the days you were most busy. peter knew the consequences of keeping his spiderman secret from you for this long, it was going on two years. he just couldn’t lose you like he had done everyone else. he’s messed up. a lot. one too many times.

he got into a bit of trouble that night, which he usually does. but he was distracted, he didn’t know why. maybe it was the rain, but he had fought in the rain before. nonetheless, he got the short end of the stick.

standing in the alleyway, he ripped the latex mask off which had been ripped and torn in the fight. he grimaced, bringing his hand to his lip and touching it. when he brought his hand back down, the familiar red liquid dotted his index finger. peter sighed, he quickly put on his sweat pants and hoodie over his suit to avoid interrogation.

you sat alone in the living room, nothing but the lamp on the side table lighting up the room. a copy of one of your favorite books in hand, you turned the page ever so slightly. the rain had made the perfect ambiance for your nightly reading. usually after work, you would read and chapter or two to wind down for bed. like tonight, you had read a few extra chapters waiting for your beloved boyfriend to return home. your eyes dancing along the pages, reading each word carefully until your ears heard the sound of peter at the door.

you closed your book, letting it on the table. “pete?” you hummed. he walked into the living room, his hand hanging and hood up. “are you okay?” he ignored your question, simply coming to your side. “can i lay on your lap?” he asked, he sounded like he could almost cry. “of course”

his head rested on your thigh, he wouldn’t face you. he couldn’t. not with his face beaten this bad. “peter. please look at me” you begged. your voice was so soft, just like honey. he could listen to you talk for hours on end and not get tired of it once. “i cant” he mumbled, pulling his hood over his face more. peter refused. he couldn’t have you change your opinion of him. you were the only thing he had. you were his sunshine on the gloomiest days. you were the brightest star in the night sky. his shot of espresso to get him through the day. he didn’t want to lose you too.

you sighed, your thumb rubbed circles on his shoulder. “please. you’re scaring me, pete” he shuffled, he sensed your worry, how your heartbeat started to increase. peter knew his secret was bound to slip any day. as if everything was in slow motion, he raised his hand and pushed the hood off. your eyes landed on his black and blue cheeks, busted lip, and a bloody nose. your eyes widened, “peter..” you whispered, you had lightly grazed his cheek and he looked away.

you were about to get up but he quickly stopped you, “don’t. please” he pleaded, his big brown eyes staring at you. you only nodded, sinking back into your seat. “what happened?” peter looked away again, the dreaded question. “you know uh, the uh spider guy?” you sighed, “peter, did you fight him?” he quickly cut you off by raising his hoodie a bit, revealing the suit.

you stared at the red and blue fabric, you then looked at his face. he was already staring at you, waiting to see your reaction. you didn’t know what to say. “you..” a sigh escaped your lips. “i know. i know.” he reached for your hand. “i fucked up. i know. but i just..” his thumb running over your knuckles. “someone has to protect the city. the people need hope” he kept rambling. “i know you’re mad. but i had to keep it a secret.” everything was making sense now. the sneaking out when you were asleep (at least he thought so). the random bruises on his back or sides. all of his odd behavior now had an explanation. “pete..” you looked at him, your eyes glossing over.

“i’ve lost so much because of spider-man. i’m not going to lose you too.” this time he sat up while explaining. his body next to yours and he didn’t let go of your hand once. “but what if i lose you?” he shook his head, “you won’t lose me, love.” he went quiet, now looking everywhere but you. “peter?” your voice drew him back, he looked at your eyes. “please don’t see me differently, y/n.” your eyes welling with tears. “your opinion is the only one i care for. i have to be the best for you” you shook your head, “i couldn’t. you’re still my peter parker” he smiled sadly, you brought your hand up to his cheek. “you can’t save everyone.” he nodded, “we’ll talk about this more in the morning. it’s been a long day” you hummed. he agreed, kissing your forehead.

[soxcietyy]

Dollhouse

In a world where females are not commonly born you are kidnapped and taken to the kingdom of Valgore to be sold off to whoever can afford you. The General of the knights Yuta Okkotsu who isn’t sure if he wants a wife, takes you in but you arnt going to make his life easy by submitting yourself to him.

Tw: bad language, violence, drinking, beating, woman being mistreated, abuse, murder, rape, things that may trigger people.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

"I don't even have my shoes on yet!" You yell while watching Yuta rushing around getting his things. 

"I know I know but we can't afford to be late, I booked a dress appointment around 9pm." Yuta said as he grabbed a pair of your heels from the closet. It was the black ones you always wore. 

"Who told you to book it so early?" You sit on the bed. 

"Well I didn't see the invitation till yesterday. Plus the earlier we go the fastest it can be adjusted to your body. I have VIP access so it will be quick." Yuta kneeled down to slip your shoes on your feet. You shake your head in disappointment but you couldn't blame him. He didn't read the invitation when he was supposed to. Quickly he grabbed your hand making you follow right behind him. Your steps echoing loudly in the house. "Yuta" you say trying to get his attention. He didn't hear you due to all the thoughts going on in his head. "Yuta!" You called out louder. Eventually you made it to the front door with him. Not wanting your husband to embarrass you, you pulled back. He looked at you confused for a second until you opened your mouth. 

"Yuta darling you still need your shoes." 

His eyes quickly look down to see he had no shoes of yet. He let out a fake chuckle. "I knew that" he said before leaving to put on his own shoes. You watch as he walked off before walking outside. Walking outside you watched as the guards stood outside guarding the place. They where still outside guarding since their general didn't inform them about his absence today. You walk down the path to the carriage as men try approaching you. 

"Stay down boys I am with my husband today. He's just running late. What would he think of other men where to touch me?" 

"And do you think we'll listen to you? Your just a fortune leech that managed to attach them selfs to the general. Why don't we go inside now?" A red headed guard said. You glare at them as they got closer. 

"Maybe we can convince him to tie you down in your room or have you in the guard tower when you miss behave. Iv had enough from you this week." A blond said grabbing your arm. His big hand folding it to your back. 

"Good morning general men, I see we've started off with a tough morning. To inform you the General in on his way and I would hate to see you guys fired. So I advice you letting her go."Haru said as he fixed his handkerchief. He had came into the scene out of no where. 

The men looked at each other and dispersed. Giving them a small smile you continued walking forward but before you could step in carriage you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around you saw Yuta. 

You approached him quickly and gave him a tight hug making him stumble back a bit shocked. "Yuta these men are being so rude to me, one grabbed me aggressively, Iv never need manhandled like this." you flutter your eyes. His pale skin quickly turned pink as he grabbed you by the shoulders. "Go into the cart, please. I’ll talk to my men" He whispered into your ear. His hand intertwined with your hair. You complied and entered slamming the door shut. 

"Wow general I see your already hitting it. Cant blame ya." A man with blue hair said with a smirked. Yuta smiled at him, "glad you see the beauty I see too but sadly your fired" he said cheerfully as he looked at the the rest of the men. "Say something disrespectful and you'll also end up with no job. You will not speak to me as if we were friends. I am your general, your boss, your paychecks are because of me... Anyways I'm going to be taking my wife out so theirs no need for you guys to stay here. Take your old patrols and work. I'll see you gentlemen later." Yuta sent them off with a nod and got inside the carriage. Sitting across from you he rested his elbows on his knees and looked at you with his hands intertwined. "What was that?" You asked as the carriage started moving. 

"What do you mean? I corrected them" Yuta tilts his head confused. 

"You didn't tell them that the rule of me not being able to go out was lifted. Or for them to be treated kindly." You throw your hands up. 

"First of all it hasn't been lifted and second they probably treat you that way because you treat them like that too." He looked at you. 

The carriage began to move in a steady pace as you looked at him in his eyes. They still looked tired even after sleeping. Not looking quite fond of the situation. 

"Of course you take their side, is it because I'm a woman? Your scared that they won’t see you as a man if you take my side? Why do you act like you actually care?" You say looking away from his eyes.

"I care because your my wife of course. Why wouldn't I care for the person who will bare my children." 

"Of course the person who will bear your children. That's all that men see in woman. I never wanted to be your wife! The only reasons you care for me is because you paid for me. You don't truly love me. Your just pretending to look good in front of everyone. You don't even know the simplest thing about me. What's my favorite food? Color? Place to go out? Song? You know nothing." You say as tears begin to form. 

"Y/n where is this suddenly come from? Are you home sick? Have a fever? Or just not feeling well?" He said pressing the back of his cold hand to your forehead. 

"No I'm absolutely fine. Theirs no issue with me." You throw his had away. He looked at you sadden. His eyes dropping down. "I see... I'll call Megumi to meet with you in a bit. Since it seems I'm the issue." Yuta said getting up to stop the driver, suddenly Your back hit the back of the seat hard. You groan rubbing your head. 

You both looked at each other trying to register what just happened until you heard commotion outside. He quickly pulled out his sword out with his right hand. Slowly approaching the door he opened it hopping out. You following behind curious on the situation. After closing the door Behind you, you look to see the horse laying dead in the floor with the rider. Your body freezing in the spot. "General!" You hear a raspy voice yell. To your right a old man appeared. He had white wrinkly skin, rotten teeth, long gray thin hair. He held his pocket knife at Yuta as his shaky hands fumbled in his pocket. Quickly pulling out a piece of paper. 

"Give it to me!" The shaky old man said as he waved his weapon in the air. You look at Yuta who also looked shocked. He slowly looked at your direction as he dug his hand into his right pocket. Eventually taking out the bag of gold. It was a fat pouch that contained enough to buy 5 expensive Horses. He quickly threw it at the mans hands who looked at it disguised. 

"I dont want this shit" he threw it on the floor. "General you know what I want now. Don’t play a fool just because your wife is here. Give me her." He said pointing at you. You looked at them bewildered. Their was no way he could of possibly done all of this to give you off. Was he offered doubled the amount he paid for? As you questioned everything He handed Yuta a paper that contained a bunch of horrible hand writing and Yutas signature. 

"I know well Iv never promised anything. I said that as a joke five years ago sir. But of course I didn’t mean it. I said it because I never thought I would marry. So let’s just forget about this no?" Yuta said giving him a smile. Ripping the paper into pieces in front of him. 

But the old man shook in anger. He fell to the ground and slowly started picking up the pieces. Trying to connect them together in his hands hoping to make something out of it. "I don’t care what you say anymore I’m going to have it my way." He said as he launched himself towards you. You gasp at the sudden movement closing your eyes tight. Surprisingly nothing occurred, opening your eyes you see Yuta having a firm grip on the man’s throat who begged for him to let go. 

He clawed at Yutas veiny hand that started turning white due to him having such a tight grip. Your husband’s face having no reaction to what was happening. One of the best poker faces you’ve ever seen. "Yuu, you can let go of him now." You say quietly in your corner. 

He flinched hearing your voice and looked at you. "Right I’m sorry you must be frightened." Yuta said walking to your direction as he dragged the man behind him by his hair. "Can you do me a favor?" He said quietly as he caressed your face with his free hand. "Close your eyes and don’t open then no matter what you hear. You can open them when I tap you okay?" He said looking at you with a stern look. You nod and cover your eyes with your hand. You could hear a bunch of punching and kicking. The groans of pain from the man. His attempts of crying for help quickly being shut. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?! Please spare me. I won’t ever bother you again!" He cried. You could feel the lump in your throat as you stood their quietly. Not daring to take a peak. Soon horrific yelling could be heard. Your shaking legs make you crouch on the floor. Silence suddenly falling. Everything happened so fast it was hard to even imagine the situation. 

Your hand was removed from your face and you were met with exhausted Yuta. Sweat on his forehead and blood splattered over his cheek. "You didn’t peak right?" He asked holding your hand. 

You shake your head telling him the truth. 

"Good girl" he said as he leaned in pressing his lips onto yours. For some odd reason you didn’t push away. You leaned into it more enjoying every second of it. 

Authors note: I ended up taking it out Lmaoo. Sorry 🧍‍♀️

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early on the mom comes up to me and my manager while we're taking cards to the security office (they wont all fit in the box and the mom doesnt want them just out on the table) and tells us like 20 fucking middle schoolars just walked out of the building and we're like HUH and it turns out they just walked out to try and go to the candy store unattended and its like bro ……… you cant do that whatttttt,….. so the dad goes and grabs them and yells at them but it does not get better after Exodus 2: Pass and Passover the mom of the kid whose bday it is implemented a "no kids can leave without their parents with them or explicitly agreeing to where theyre going" rule which is normal but it means the boys have been frequently swarming the door to "get some fresh air" and see how close to the threshhold they can get before they get in trouble. we're talking "i had to physically block them with my body" kind of shit but theyve been fucking terrorizing all of us treating the dj like shit throwing ice cubes at each other, and then shoes, one of which almost brained a photographer dj had to confiscate the furniture pillows because they wouldnt stop fighting fighting/horseplay in general including trying to crowd surf a kid and tackling sneaking into the closed off interactive kids area we have and a guy who does lighting here but is technically attending as a guess had to get them and then bar the art venture doors etc its so bad ive got guests congratulating me for doing a good job keeping them contained and shittalking those kids like i had one lady tell me to "dropkick those little motherfuckers" and an older lady even called them "monsters". the head Dad has had to yell at them like 4 times and we're talking like, a group of boys that could fill a classroom lmao they started yelling "blue" and "42" at me and its like mannnnn i am not getting called a cop by anyone who can afford to have a golf themed bar mitzvah at a museum are you shitting me

im not gonna beef with kids im not but holy fucking shit you knowits crazy when other guests are shittalking the kids at this thing as they leave

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Wake Up With Me - N. JM

Pairings: Photographer!Jaemin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Au/Tropes: Boyfriend au, slice of life

Wc: 600

Warnings: neck kissing

A/n: just trying to get back into the swing of writing

Waking up alone in your bed has been a common occurrence for you this week. And it was simply because your boyfriend, Jaemin, has been caught up with his work. Jaemin is a photographer for a big company. However, this company has recently become short staffed, leaving Jaemin with an extra load of work.

You get up from your bed and pull on your fluffy white robe. You were shivering from how cold it was in your apartment so you shuffle down the hallway to the thermostat and begin turning it up. Once you’re satisfied with the temperature, you start to walk back to your room but not before stopping by you’re boyfriend’s “office”. You knock softly on the door and walk in before he can answer.

Much to your distaste, Jaemin doesn’t look towards the door to see what you want. With his blue light glasses perched on his nose, he focuses his eyes on his computer. You can see his hand moving against his mouse pad as he edits a picture on his screen.

“Hi, baby,” you say from the door

“Hey.” he mumbles back.

You lean against the door frame and wait for him to look up at you. He never does.

You sigh loudly. “When are you coming to bed?”

“In a little bit. I just have a few more pictures to finish up.”

“But it’s already 12am, Jaems.”

“Im almost done, Y/N, go back to bed. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

You walk over to him and slide your hands over his shoulders. You dig your finger tips into his muscles and slowly massage them. “We both know you’re lying, Jaemin.” You press soft kisses behind his ear.

He hums in satisfaction and leans his head back. “Don’t do this tonight.” He pleads

Walking around the chair, you sink into his lap and press your chest to his. “I wouldn’t have to if you would have a least acknowledged me when i walked in.”

You press hot kisses down the side of his neck, lazily sucking the skin here and there.

He sighs. “You’re right.” He wraps his arm around your waist. “I’m sorry. I just have another event to attend tomorrow and I can’t afford to get backed up. I need these pictures done tonight.”

“You need to get some rest, Jaemin. If you only have a few pictures left then send them to one of your co-workers and ask them to finish them up for you.”

“Everyone has outrageous workloads right now, Y/N. I cant do that.”

You groan in defeat and lean your head on his shoulder.

“Listen, I’ll do one more picture and then you and I will go to bed. Hows that sound?” Jaemin asks, displaying his charming smile that he knows you cant say no to.

“Just one?”

He nods.

“Okay, but i’m staying right here,” you say getting comfortable in his lap.

“Fine by me.”

He uses one hand to move his mouse and the other to rub over your back. Not even a few minutes later, he hears soft snoring coming from you. He chuckles and kisses your forehead before tending to his work.

Jaemin lets you sleep on him until he finished his editing. Being the sneaky bastard he was, he finished the rest of the pictures he had instead of the one like he promised. He carried you to bed once he was done and cuddled you until he himself passed out. Luckily for him, the next morning his boss called to tell him that the event was cancelled and that he could have the day off.

Other members: Jisung, Chenle, jeno, renjun, mark, donghyuck

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kyoya and plus size reader please where kyoya knows she cant afford a new uniform from kyoya since he's in charge of uniforms and he buys her one for school as big as he can get and then sends it to a tailor cuz he knows it wont fit and the reader being so thankful that he would do that for her? when they meet.

Sorry in advance if Kyoya's a little ooc. I like writing him soft🥺

My World │Kyoya Ootori X Plus Size! Reader

Being chubby in fashion is hard. You walk into a store and the first thing you see is clothes for petite women. It used to trouble you, but thanks to Kyoya, he helped you find cute clothes for your size.

Now, Ouran is known for its prestige, its grace. And with grace, there’s a certain look to it. Poise. Petite. Perfect. Ouran really didn’t take into account people of your size when making the uniform. So, for the longest time, you had taken the largest size you thought they offered, but it still was a bit tight. Essentially, you had to walk around with rather fitting clothes.

You had mentioned to Kyoya how uncomfortable you’d felt in your uniform and how you wanted to see if they’d allow you to wear the boys uniform like Haruhi when he chimed in. “Why don’t I get you a new uniform, dear? I’m sure I can get one made.” You looked at him, shocked, “Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that for me Kyoya. The uniforms are expensive-” “You seem to forget that I’m rich darling.” Kyoya chuckled, pushing up his glasses. “Well, yes. But I’d still feel bad about it.” You muttered. “Okay, I’ll leave it alone for now.” He said. You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he was already ushering you to help seat the guests.

The Next Day

You woke up extra early so that you could have a meeting with the principal about your uniform. Doing your morning routine and hurrying out the door, you made your way to school.

Knocking on the principal’s door, you say your pleasantries and get right to business. Unfortunately for you, the men’s sizes are even worse and they just wouldn’t fit right with your proportions. Not that there’s anything wrong with you! The sizing is just off. Disheartened, you thank him for his time and make your way to class.

All day you were upset. Just what were you supposed to do now? The dress hugs you too tight and you don’t know how much longer you can deal. Frustrated, you make your way to the clubroom. Maybe hanging out with Kyoya and the rest of the club will make you feel better.

Opening the club door, you’re met with Kyoya, holding a bright blue box with a gold ribbon attached to the top. “What’s all this? Where is everyone?” You ask. “I pushed back the meeting time,” Kyoya said. “I wanted us to be alone when I gave you this.” Putting the box in your hand, you open the box to see a uniform, exactly like the one you have on. Taking it out the box, you open it up to see that it’s the perfect size for you! Enough room for your plush stomach to fill, and room for your thick thighs to move. It was perfect!

“Kyoya! How’d you get this? It’s perfect!” “I have my ways.” He shrugs, smirking. Smiling at him cheekily, you chuckle. “Seriously, what’d you do? I didn’t think Ouran had any bigger sizes.” “They don’t. I got it especially tailored. For you.” You look at him, wide eyed. “For me? You didn’t have to go out of your-” “That’s the thing, dear.” He reaches out, caressing your face. “Anything for you isn’t out of my way. Just say the word and it’s yours.” Looking at him with watery eyes, you hug him tightly. “Thank you so much Kyoya. I appreciate you and love you so much.” “You’re welcome my dear. You deserve the world, especially since you're mine.”