#but then she jumps into his arms and he instinctively catches her

[wolfxplush]

My Mother Is a Werewolf

(Woah oc story about Lovette? Giggles Lovette with @redninjaoutfit oc Colt cause we have been mentally ill about them…)

Lovette stood at the edge of the courtyard, her usual sharp gaze scanning the students. The noise of chatter and shuffling footsteps filled the air, but it all felt distant to her. The crowd didn’t matter—her eyes were always drawn to one person. Colt sat on a low wall, slightly apart from the others, hunched over his sketchbook. His buddies were nearby, laughing and pushing each other, but Colt wasn’t part of the ruckus. Instead, he was completely absorbed in his drawing, his pencil moving delicately across the paper. Lovette softened instantly at the sight of him, as she always did.

She couldn’t explain the way she felt around him. It wasn’t just the instinct to protect, though that was part of it. There was something about Colt—something vulnerable and real beneath that made her heart ache. She walked over to him, her usually firm, brisk steps slowing as she approached. Colt didn’t notice her at first, too focused on whatever he was sketching. Lovette let herself stand quietly for a moment, watching his concentration, the quiet intensity in his expression.

“Hey,” she said softly.

Colt jumped, his pencil slipping slightly across the page. He glanced up at her, his eyes wide with surprise, but the moment he recognized her, some of the tension eased. “Oh, hey,” he mumbled, trying to recover.

“What are you working on?” she asked, sitting beside him with more care than usual. She never had to be this soft with anyone else, but Colt brought out a side of her that even she didn’t fully understand. Colt hesitated, ducking his head slightly, clearly unsure about showing her. Lovette tilted her head, waiting patiently. Slowly, almost shyly, he turned the sketchbook toward her. It was a detailed drawing of the courtyard—students milling about, the afternoon light casting long shadows. It was beautiful in a way that took Lovette by surprise every time she saw his work.

“This is incredible,” she said, her voice gentle but full of admiration. “You’ve really captured the atmosphere.” Colt shrugged, staring at his feet. “It’s just something I’m messing with,” he muttered, though his voice was softer than usual, like her words had reached him more than he wanted to admit.

Lovette smiled, leaning in to study the sketch more closely. “You’ve got real talent, Colt. I mean it.” He didn’t respond at first, just sat there fidgeting with the edge of his jacket. Lovette could see the way his fingers trembled slightly, the way he tried to hide his discomfort at being praised. She stayed quiet, letting him sit with the compliment for a moment, hoping he would accept it. And then, out of nowhere, he whispered, “Thanks, Mom.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and fragile. Colt’s eyes widened immediately, his breath catching in his throat as the realization hit him. His face went pale, panic setting in fast. “I—I didn’t mean that! I don’t know why I—” His voice cracked as he fumbled for words, and Lovette could see the fear rising in his eyes. His hands shook harder now, his breathing quickening as his mind raced to undo the mistake. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—Lovette, I didn’t—” His voice trembled, and he swallowed hard, desperately trying to pull himself together.

But the panic was too much. His hands flew to his face, wiping at his eyes as they filled with tears he couldn’t hold back. “I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

Lovette’s heart broke at the sight of him, crumbling in a way she wasn’t used to. Seeing him so distressed, so vulnerable, struck her deep inside. She leaned in closer, carefully placing a hand on his arm, her touch soft but steady.

“Hey, Colt,” she said quietly, her voice full of warmth and care. “It’s okay. Really.” He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, clearly humiliated by the whole thing. “No, it’s not,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean it like that. I—I just—”

Lovette cut him off, her tone firm but kind. “It’s okay,” she repeated, her hand still resting gently on his arm. She gave it a slight squeeze, hoping to anchor him. “If that’s how you feel, it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

Colt sniffled, his hands falling away from his face, though he still couldn’t bring himself to meet her eyes. “But I’m not… I’m not a kid,” he muttered, his voice cracking with emotion again.

Lovette’s heart ached for him. She knew what he was really trying to say, the fear behind his words. She leaned in closer, her voice gentle and steady. “You don’t have to be a kid to need someone to look out for you. It’s okay to need that.”

For a long moment, Colt didn’t say anything. His hands trembled in his lap, his breathing still shaky, but Lovette stayed close, patient and unwavering. Slowly, he wiped at his eyes again, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Lovette shook her head, her hand still resting on his arm, her thumb brushing lightly against his sleeve. “You don’t have to be. I promise you, it’s okay.” She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully, knowing how fragile this moment was for him. “If you want… if you ever feel like calling me that, it’s okay with me.”

Colt’s head snapped up, his tear-filled eyes searching her face in disbelief. “What?” he whispered, his voice cracking again.

Lovette met his gaze, her expression soft and open. “If that’s something you need… if that’s how you feel, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it again if you don’t want to, but if you ever do… it’s okay with me.”

For the first time in what felt like ages, Colt’s breathing slowed. His chest still rose and fell unevenly, but the panic was ebbing away, replaced by something else—something softer, more uncertain. He wiped at his face again, sniffling, but his shoulders slowly relaxed.

“You… you mean that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lovette nodded, her thumb brushing gently against his arm once more. “I mean it,” she said softly. “It’s okay, Colt. You’re not alone.”

Colt swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to fight back the last of the tears. He didn’t say anything more, not yet, but the look in his eyes was enough for Lovette. She could see the shift in him, the way his walls had started to come down, even if just a little.

They sat there together for a long time, side by side, the chaos of the courtyard fading into the background. Colt didn’t call her “mom” again that day, but he didn’t need to. The connection between them had deepened in a way that words didn’t quite capture.

Lovette stayed with him, offering her silent support, knowing that Colt needed this more than anything—someone to be there, to understand, without judgment. And for Colt, she would always be that someone.

Short and sweet :3

[shadamyheadcanons]

I love silver as the son of shadamy (he reminds me of trunks) let's be honest, if silver was 20 years old and not 200, we would all know that he is the son of shadamy, silver is a sweetheart like amy, they make you want to take care of them

Yeah. It’s been straight-up stated by the developers that he’s modeled after Trunks.

To be honest, though, I’m glad we have the 200-year gap. I think it’d be harder to make the case for him being an immediate descendant of the two of them. Silver just doesn’t have any of Amy’s physical attributes. Shadow lines up, but Silver doesn’t have Amy’s pink fur, green eyes, etc. I did make a case for them potentially having the same “hairline” because of how their quills fall in this headcanon, but that alone is a stretch. Rouge has literally nothing in common with Silver imo, but people would probably push her as being Silver’s mother far more often if he were Shadow’s direct son just based on her fur color alone.

With a few generations of breathing room, though? It’s much easier to make an argument for Shadamy. Things like Silver’s fur and eye color are much easier to explain if genes from other sources were added along the way. It’s believable that Amy’s visible traits would disappear; she’s the only character I know of with pink fur, so I’m willing to bet it’s a recessive trait. It also makes more sense that he wouldn’t immediately know Shadow and Amy are his ancestors if they’re farther up the line. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from focusing so much on two characters who barely interact, it’s that there’s actually more to work with when there’s an absence of information. A story like Shellshock is far more convincing when we know nothing about Silver and Amy’s parentage. There’s a ton of wiggle room to work with.

In terms of personality, I think you’re exactly right. It’s especially fun because despite their cute, sweet demeanors, they’re always the first to charge into battle. They can’t help it. He has her strong sense of justice AND steadfast idealism. It’s easy to imagine Shadow stepping in to protect Amy when she gets out of her depth, and it’s just as easy to picture Blaze doing the same for Silver. 

^ Like this. [Source]

The more I think about it, the more I see parallels between Shadamy and Silvaze. Of course Amy’s great-great-grandson would go for a serious, intense introvert with a soft spot. It runs in the family, lol.

Also...I recently found out Shadow can do this:

[Source]

Look familiar? It should.

[Source]

Before anyone gets too excited, Shadow has only done this ONCE in canon as far as I know, and it was in Sonic Riders, no less. Silver was created early in Sonic 06’s development, which began in 2005. Riders came out after that point in early 2006, meaning they likely gave Shadow psychokinesis after it was already established as Silver’s signature move.

Does this mean anything...? :O

Lol, no. Definitely not. I’ll shamelessly cherry-pick all day in the name of shadamy, but even I can’t really justify doing anything with this. It’s too blatantly obvious yet specific to make a headcanon about it. I just like to imagine one Dadow-believer made this one singular animation just to be a troll. Just thought I’d share, lol.

[xo100]

Wrapped in warmth - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: by @misspygmypie "obv with lando and reader, she's always cold and he always makes sure she's warm (like wrapping her up in a thick jacket on a rainy race day). Maybe best friends with underlying unresolved feelings? My fav trope lol!"

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The cool wind swept across the paddock, carrying with it the scent of damp asphalt. It was race day, but the usual energy buzzing through the grandstands was slightly dampened by the persistent drizzle that had started in the early morning and hadn’t let up since. Grey clouds hung low in the sky, casting a muted, heavy atmosphere over the track.

-

Lando Norris pulled the hood of his McLaren jacket tighter around his face as he jogged through the garage, his eyes scanning the small crowd near the pit wall. His race engineer was calling him over to discuss some final strategy adjustments, but Lando’s attention was only half there. He was looking for her.

It was almost second nature now. Whenever he arrived at the track, the first thing on his mind—after the car, of course—was to find where she was. And today, in this cold, miserable weather, he knew she’d be huddled somewhere, trying her best to act like she wasn’t freezing. She always did. Stubborn as she was, she hated admitting she was cold, even when she clearly was.

Sure enough, there she was, standing near the edge of the garage. She had a team hat pulled low over her head, but it wasn’t doing much to shield her from the biting wind. She was dressed in a light jacket—nowhere near enough for this weather—and had her arms wrapped tightly around herself, pretending like she was fine.

Lando sighed softly. He had known her long enough to recognize when she was putting on a brave face. They had been friends for years, ever since that awkward first encounter in the paddock back when he was still in F2. She had been working as a journalist back then, tasked with interviewing young up-and-coming drivers. But what was supposed to be a quick five-minute interview had turned into an hour-long conversation full of laughter, teasing, and a connection neither of them had quite anticipated.

From that day on, they’d been nearly inseparable. She followed his career closely, attending as many races as she could, while he supported her in her work, always sneaking off to catch up with her during the busy race weekends. They were best friends—undeniably close, and yet, there was something more between them. Something unspoken, simmering just beneath the surface, but neither had dared to voice it. There was too much at stake, too much to lose if they acknowledged the feelings they both tried so hard to ignore.

Lando glanced at her again, noticing the way she subtly shivered, even as she stood chatting with a few mechanics. He grinned to himself, his protective instincts kicking in. She could act tough all she wanted, but he wasn’t going to let her freeze.

Without hesitation, he crossed the garage and approached her from behind. “You know, you’re terrible at pretending you’re not cold,” he teased, his voice soft and playful as he gently draped one of his thick McLaren jackets over her shoulders.

She jumped slightly, startled by his sudden appearance, but relaxed as soon as she realized it was him. “Lando, I’m fine,” she protested, though her fingers were already reaching up to pull the jacket tighter around her body.

“Sure you are,” he replied with a knowing smirk, ignoring her weak attempt to push it off. “It’s freezing out here, and you’re acting like we’re on a tropical beach. You could at least try to take care of yourself for once.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue further, clearly grateful for the warmth. “You’re such a worrier, you know that?”

“Only because you’re impossible,” he shot back, nudging her gently with his shoulder. “If I didn’t look after you, you’d probably turn into an icicle by now.”

Despite her efforts to appear unbothered, her heart fluttered at his words, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the jacket he’d given her. Lando had always been like this—caring in the subtlest ways, looking out for her even when she didn’t ask for it. And she couldn’t deny how much she loved that about him, even if it made navigating her feelings for him that much harder.

“Besides,” he added with a sly grin, “I can’t have my best friend turning into a popsicle before the race. Who else is going to be there to cheer me on?”

Her stomach did that annoying flip it always seemed to do when he called her his best friend. It was a label she cherished but also hated at times like this, when his easy affection made it painfully clear that he probably saw her as nothing more than that.

“Always so selfless,” she joked, hoping her voice didn’t betray the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. “But thanks. I guess I’ll keep it—for now.”

He laughed softly, the sound bright even against the grey day. “Good. Now, come on, I’ve got to get through a strategy meeting, but after that, I’m dragging you somewhere warm until the race starts. No arguments.”

Her laugh echoed his, though her heart was still lodged somewhere in her throat. Moments like these—where his kindness felt like something more than just friendship—they were becoming harder to shake off. Every touch, every teasing comment, every concerned glance… it made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, he felt something more, too.

But then reality would set in. Lando was focused on his career, on being the best driver he could be. The last thing he needed was complications—especially not the kind that could ruin their friendship. And so, she kept her feelings tucked away, hidden behind easy smiles and sarcastic remarks, not wanting to risk what they already had.

-

As the race drew closer, the drizzle had turned into a steady downpour, and the paddock was buzzing with talk of potential rain strategies. Everyone was scrambling to adjust to the wet conditions, but despite the chaos, Lando’s mind was still on her. The image of her standing there, bundled up in his jacket, stuck with him. He couldn’t help it—making sure she was okay had always been a priority, even if he never openly admitted it.

Lando knew that his feelings for her had grown far beyond friendship. Somewhere along the line, between the races, the late-night texts, and the endless teasing, his heart had gotten involved. He had fallen for her, completely and utterly, but fear kept him from acting on it. What if she didn’t feel the same? What if he ruined everything by admitting it?

The thought scared him more than any race ever had.

And yet, there were moments—like today, when she looked at him with that mix of amusement and gratitude—where he swore she felt something too. It was in the way her gaze lingered just a little too long, or the way she unconsciously leaned into him when he was close. Maybe he was imagining it, or maybe he was just too afraid to see what was right in front of him.

-

By the time the race had ended, the rain had let up, but the cold lingered in the air. The stands were still packed with fans, despite the weather, and Lando had just finished celebrating a respectable finish. Exhausted but happy, he made his way back to the garage, peeling off his gloves as he went.

As soon as he spotted her waiting for him near the pit wall, bundled up in his oversized jacket, a sense of calm washed over him. She was talking to one of the mechanics, laughing about something, but her eyes lit up when she saw him approaching.

“Congrats,” she greeted him with a grin, her voice warm despite the cold. “You didn’t win, but hey, at least you didn’t crash in the rain, so that’s something.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. “Always so supportive,” he teased, though he appreciated the way she could joke with him, even after a tough race.

“Someone’s got to keep your ego in check,” she shot back, the familiar banter flowing easily between them.

Lando was about to respond when he noticed the way her cheeks were still slightly flushed from the cold, despite the thick jacket she was wearing. Without thinking, he reached out, gently tugging the jacket higher on her shoulders, making sure she was as warm as possible.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice suddenly softer, as if the weight of the moment had settled between them.

Their eyes met, and for a brief second, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, standing in the fading light, rain still dripping off the roof of the garage. There was something unspoken in the air, something that had been building for years.

Neither of them moved, but the space between them felt charged with all the things they hadn’t said, all the emotions they had tried to bury.

“Lando, I—“ she started, but before she could finish, one of the engineers called him over, breaking the moment.

He shot her an apologetic look, but the tension between them lingered, the words unsaid hanging in the air.

“Later,” he promised, his voice low and sincere.

She nodded, watching him walk away, her heart heavy with the weight of everything they hadn’t said.

And just like that, the moment passed.

But the feelings didn’t. They never did.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; my first request! I hope you enjoyed it and that this was what you had in mind! If not let me know so I can change things! Enjoy it, love!

[irisintheafterglow]

can i put in my two cents on girldad!bakugo whose daughter got mom's quirk

cw: prohero!bkg, swearing, fem!reader, fluff and crack with a small side of angst

"yer mom's gonna fuckin' kill me if we don't get this out," he mumbles, furiously scrubbing at the splotches of rainbow paint covering his three-year-old daughter's previously white dress.

"fuckin!" his daughter echoes and he flinches.

"no, no, no. we can't say that," he says softly, kneeling down on the tile of the laundry room where she was watching him work. "mama's gonna kick my ass if she hears you swear, so we can't say that word...yet. m'kay sweetheart?"

"kick ass!" she laughs innocently, giggling as his face contorts into a mix of horror, shock, and joy. "dada, you funny," she babbles, reaching up to grab at his face. he fights the instinct to pull away, afraid of how she'd react if she looked too closely at the scars covering his face. you'd talked him through it numerous times before, but he was still scared she would be scared of all the battles etched into his skin. it was his own anxiety talking, he knew, and she must have received her empathy from you because she reached up toward her dad anyway. her little eyebrows pinch and her stubby fingers brush over the rough, discolored tissue. "dada ouchie?"

"dada ouchie long time ago, bubs," he murmurs, taking her hand and kissing her tiny nails. "but mama saved dada. and now," he lifts her from the floor and positions her comfortably on his hip, her head leaning against his shoulder, "baby needs to help save dada from mama."

"mama angry?" his daughter frowns and he nods, staring frustratedly at the pastel stains on the white fabric. "what dada do?"

"oi! it's not always my fault," he protests, leaning closer as his daughter tries to tug his hair. "though, i do admit, this is my shit to clean up."

"shit!" she repeats brightly, grinning up at him as he fondly rolls his eyes.

"i think you're doing this on purpose, you gremlin," he grunts and she smiles up at him mischievously.

"gremlin!" it's the same smirk he does, the only difference being her eyes match yours instead of his.

"you got yer dada's dirty mouth. mama's not gonna be happy, but i," he pecks a kiss on her forehead, "am ecstatic." his daughter's eyes temporarily flash emerald green and she points to the front door.

"zuzu," she informs him. he groans and bites back another curse, throwing the stained dress into a basket and hoping for the best.

"that dumbass isn't supposed to be here until six," bakugo grumbles. he adjusts his daughter and moves into the living room in time to catch a car pulling up at the curb of the house.

"dumbass!" he doesn't have time to scold her because, unfortunately, her quirk isn't done yet. while he hurries to kick any toys under the couch and wipe the faded paint off his hands, her eyes flash pink, red, and yellow a split second before a knock at the front door.

"mimi! eiji!" his daughter squeals in excitement. he sets her down so she can rush to the door, opening it to reveal a half-dozen pro heroes squished onto the front porch. she jumps straight into kirishima's open arms, a string of drool dripping from her wide smile.

"you're early," bakugo deadpans while his high school friends toe off their shoes. "wasn't expecting her to alert for another half hour." his daughter transfers from kirishima to mina, who throws her up into the air like a beach ball. "oi, watch it with her, pinky. don't be giving her a concussion."

"lighten up, bakugo," mina replies without missing a beat, tossing the squealing child again. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

"did her flight get delayed or something?" denki asks, taking the baby from mina and flying her around the room while making racecar noises. bakugo watches his daughter like a hawk, never more than five feet away from her. he won't admit that he trusts his friends, but he also knows he could never be too careful.

"nah," he frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. "i jus' fucked up, is all."

"how so?" bakugo mindlessly unpacks the various packages of chips and soda, organizing them on the kitchen counter and punching a stray balloon out of his way.

"accidentally sent her to school with the wrong dress on," he grimaces. "thought it was a different white one, but it was supposed to be the one for today." he disappears momentarily into the laundry room, re-entering with the stained white dress in his hand. "she was screamin' and cryin' about not having anything to wear for her school's paint-a-thon thing, so i just put this on her without checkin..."

"yeesh, she really did a number on this, didn't she?" kirishima says, examining the various spots of pink, blue, and green. "her mom say anything about what she was supposed to wear?"

"i didn't wanna bother her," he mumbles in shame. "you know how important this gig was for her." his friends nod, wracking their brains for how to improve the situation. it was mina's idea, originally, to host a welcome home party after you'd been overseas for a reconnaissance mission, which was why they'd all congregated at your house.

"if it means anything, i think it looks even better," she assures him with a pat on his shoulder. "the colors are nice."

"thanks, pinky. i'm just not good at this shit."

"what, being a dad? like it's hard?" kirishima clicks his tongue, lightly slapping denki on the back of his head.

"dad of a girl," bakugo corrects with a scowl, "you got sons, pikachu. don't even try me."

"i think what he means," kirishima gently interrupts after shooting denki a look, "is that you should be a little easier on yourself."

"she's just got her mom's quirk, y'know? i don't want her to grow up with a shitty dad that doesn't know how to help her develop her quirk." though your daughter could only track up to six people and locate them when they're within 100 feet, your ability to track up to 65 people and locate them on a country-wide scale made you highly desirable to agencies around the globe. with you gone, it was up to bakugo to take care of his daughter and keep the house in order, but he found himself struggling to know what decisions were the right ones.

"you're learning, bakubro, and so is she." denki gestures to your daughter sitting on the living room floor, concentrating on stacking wooden ice cream pieces. "she doesn't know what a 'bad dad' is. she just knows you, and i don't think you're a terrible dad at all." bakugo nods in lieu of answering, his cheeks heating as the rest of his friends echo their agreement.

"if this little ball of spunk is any indication of how much of you she's got in her," mina says with a fond smile, "then she's gonna be just fine." any further thoughts are halted by the front door swinging open again.

"i got the cake! we gotta put it in the fridge, though, since it might've been smushed during travel," deku announces, handing off a stack of gift boxes and catering platters to denki. "now where's my favorite girl?"

"zuzu!" on cue, she comes waddling around the corner of the couch and helps herself to her favorite uncle's shoulders, finding two fistfuls of green hair as handles.

"you better not drop my fuckin' daughter, izuku," bakugo warns. "i'll blast your ass to mercury."

"do you always swear this much with her around?"

"fuckin!"

"that's exactly what i don't think should happen," kirishima states, unsurprised. "have you been teaching her that stuff?"

"she's a smart girl. picks up on things quick, like her mama," he dodges. "speaking of, you got eyes on mama yet, baby?"

"no mama, dada," she replies. "mama home soon?"

"yeah, mama home soon, so we gotta get you ready." he's about to take his daughter off deku's shoulders when he hears mina gasp. he'd known her long enough to know that sound meant she had an idea, and those ideas weren't necessarily good ones. "you got somethin' to say, pinky?"

"let me get her ready, and i'll fix your little dress problem for you," she says cryptically. bakugo doesn't have much time to protest as his daughter is already stretching from his arms to mina's, giggling while they disappear down the hallway.

---

forty-five minutes and a handful of inflated balloons later, his daughter's eyes flash neon orange, the same color your eyes flash for him. she doesn't know any other color to assign me, you theorized one night as you laid together in comfortable darkness. i guess she just associates me with you.

"welcome home!" denki excitedly opens the confetti shooter while kirishima bombards you with a sizable flower bouquet. you're standing speechless in the doorway and he watches your eyeline; it scans the room and its many shimmering balloons, paper streamers, and hero friends until it lands on him and your daughter, holding tightly to his pinky by the kitchen table. when the glitter settles, he gives her a nod, an okay to let her run to you.

"hi, my darling!" you beam, picking her up to hold her close and meet your husband's eyes over her shoulder. "and hello, my love," you murmur as his hands find your waist, pulling you close and pressing his lips to your forehead.

"missed you," he hums, his breathing finally returning to a steady rhythm for the first time in weeks. "she's been a handful."

"i'm sure she has." katsuki's expression is soft, only reserved for you and the child in your arms.

"how was the job?"

"a lot," you admit, allowing yourself to decompress now that you're home. "i can't tell if my head hurts from my quirk or the ten-hour flight," you smile tiredly.

"you got enough in the tank to entertain our friends? or do you need me to kick 'em out?"

"if it's these guys," you say, looking at the rowdy group of guests passing around plates and flatware, "of course i can."

"i guess we got more incoming," katsuki observes as another carload full of his friends arrive. "can we get you some food? baby and i will handle being welcome committee."

"well, do you, uh," you chuckle, finally acknowledging the pink-splattered elephant between you two. "do you wanna tell me why your shirt looks like you hugged a rainbow? and why her dress' stains look older?"

"oh, right. this." he looks down at his previously white button-down, now colored various shades of orange, blue, yellow, and pink to match his daughter's dress. you raise your eyebrows knowingly, already amused even before he answers.

"yeah," you smirk. "that." he shrugs, snaking a hand behind your back and leading you to the platters of dinner on the counter.

"it was paint-a-thon day."

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THE AFTERNOON SUN GLEAMED BRIGHTLY AS YOU WALKED ACROSS CAMPUS, your thoughts drifting as you contemplated your upcoming assignments.

the last few weeks have been a quite a whirlwind, contrasting to your usually quiet days, largely thanks to choi yeonjun, the school’s heartbreaker and playboy.

ever since he laid eyes on you, he hasn’t missed an opportunity to ask you out, his relentless commitment both flattering and irritating.

“hey cutie, you free tonight?” yeonjun’s voice had become a constant in your daily routine, his smooth, confident tone impossible to ignore.

“no, yeonjun,” you’d reply, every time, trying to hide the mix of frustration and amusement in your voice. “i have plans.”

his persistence never wavered.

“how about tomorrow? or the day after? i’m not picky, babe” he’d say with a wink, leaning against your locker with that trademark smirk you oh-so wanted to wipe away. — more under cut !

despite his reputation and the undeniable charm he had within him, you couldn’t help but feel wary.

of course you have heard the stories, seen the trail of broken hearts he left behind.

the last thing you wanted was to become another name on the listen of choi yeonjun’s victims.

today, as you make your way across campus, you notice the locker rooms up ahead.

memories flood your mind, and you quicken your pace, eager to avoid the place where your ex-boyfriend jaehyun and his friends usually hang out.

as you passed by, muffled voices and laughter spill out through the slightly open door.

“did you see y/n? she’s such a slut, wearing that skirt like some kind of hooker!”

jaehyun’s unmistakable voice sneers, his words dripping with malice and hatred.

your heart clenches, and you freeze, unable to move, the cruel label hitting you like a punch to the gut.

before you can react, another voice breaks through, louder and filled with anger.

“what the fuck did you just say?” it’s yeonjun, his voice simmering with rage.

“take that back, you fuckface.”

you hear the movement before you see it. rushing to the doorway, you peek inside and see yeonjun grabbing jaehyun by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury.

“you heard me, why the fuck do you care anyways, man?” jaehyun snarls, trying to shove yeonjun away.

“she’s a dumb slu—”

jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence.

yeonjun’s fist connects with his jaw, sending him staggering back. the room erupted into chaos as the other players jump to their feet, but yeonjun doesn’t let up.

he punches jaehyun again, the force of his anger evident in every swing.

“stop it! yeonjun, stop!” soobin’s voice cuts through the commotion as he rushes to pull yeonjun back.

“this isn’t helping, man!”

you step into the room, ignoring all the eyes on you as your heart pounded in your chest.

“yeonjun, please,” you say, your voice trembling.

“stop it!”

yeonjun’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the rage in them softens.

but only for a moment. he turns back to jaehyun, his knuckles bloodied from the blows.

“you don’t get to talk about her like that,” he growls, lifting his fist again.

you act on instinct, rushing forward and wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s waist from behind.

“yeonjun, it’s okay,” you whisper, your voice soothing.

“please, calm down. he’s not worth it.”

he tenses at your touch, his breath heavy, but slowly, you feel the fight drain out of him.

his arms drop to his sides, and he turns to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.

“let’s get out of here,” you say gently, guiding him out of the locker room.

the other players watched the two of you in stunned silence, including jaehyun, who cupped his bruised jaw with a glare.

you lead yeonjun to the medical room, your heart still racing.

as you held his hand, cleaning the cuts on his knuckles, you can’t help but notice the way he watches you, his usual aura replaced by a quiet intensity.

“why did you do that?” you ask softly, dabbing antiseptic on his wounds.

“because i care about you,” he replies without hesitation.

“i know i’ve been a pain, always asking you out, but it’s because i really like you. i’m not playing around this time.”

your hands freeze, and you look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity.

but all you see is honesty and a raw, unguarded emotion that takes you by surprise.

“you’re serious?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nods, his gaze unwavering.

“i’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. i want to be with you. i want to protect you, i just wanna be yours.. if you’ll let me.”

a smile tugs at your lips, and shockingly— you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

you both melted into the kiss, feeling yeonjun grin against your lips.

it’s gentle and sweet, a promise of something more.

“okay,” you whisper against his lips.

“let’s give this a try, choi yeonjun.”

yeonjun’s smile is brighter than you’ve ever seen it, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close.

in that moment, all the doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace.

and as you bask in each others embrace, something tells you that you’d be grateful for making this decision for the rest of your life.

© won4kiss 2024

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[madhattervanessa]

Crave

Summary: Simon returns from deployment- but, there is a catch.

Warnings: sneaky nosy reader, flirting with a strong ?, pda, a little bit of voyeurism but it's all still very PG I feel

Words: 1489

A/N: Y'all already know...

Requests are open as always.

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It's been just over 3 months when you hear his familiar footsteps echoing through the apartment complex's hallway.

This time, however, he doesn't seem to be alone.

At least, you had not previously heard a Scottish accent coming out of his mouth. And certainly not at that speed.

"-an' I'm telling you, she fancies me, this is all just a misunderstandin'."

"You repeating tha' don't make it true."

You really shouldn't be standing this close to the door, spying on them. But... Simon isn't the most talkative person in contrast to his very chatty friend. And you're a nosy person.

His friend babbles on about some girl until you hear the keys jingle in the lock of Simon's flat.

"Don't get too comfortable. I'll be just a minute."

You smirk to yourself and listen carefully for Simon's footsteps to move back down the stairway before opening the apartment door.

You sneak out and gently knock at your neighbor's door.

It's torn open almost immediately.

You correct your gaze up a little and meet pale blue eyes.

He's cute. Young, though, for, what you had gleaned from conversations with Simon, they do.

"You're not my neighbor."

He grins and crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the doorframe.

"Aye. I'm bloody well not, lass."

You hum.

"Feels like I've seen you before, though", he adds.

There's a roguish handsomeness about him, a cockiness- really, a telltale thing you have noticed about the military personnel roaming around town.

"Seems like you haven't left an impression."

He scoffs, obviously amused.

"I usually have some coffee with Simon when he returns from service." You nod towards the kitchen behind him.

"I can see why he would. Come on in, then. I bet the- I bet Simon could use a cup of coffee."

He steps out of your way and closes the door as you beeline to the kitchen.

"Did you guys just get back?"

"Yeah. It's been a long few months."

"I believe that", you murmur and open the cupboard, instinctively picking up your usual mugs.

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Johnny."

You shoot him a look before setting down the cups and starting to pull shots from the espresso machine in the kitchen. When you set down the first cup for Simon, you look up towards him.

"How do you take your coffee, Johnny?"

You're interrupted by the door opening.

Johnny throws a wide grin towards Simon as he enters. His brown eyes briefly flick back and forth between the two of you before he drops two heavy duffel bags on the ground.

He shuts the door with his boot and the heavy footsteps that follow serve as a visceral reminder of the sheer mass of the man.

"Black coffee will do for him", Simon grumbles.

You try not to grin at the glare that settles on Johnny.

"Get out of her face Johnny. Take a shower. Y'smell like shit."

"Aye, L.T.." Johnny briefly turns back towards you and winks. "I'll be right back, lass."

You hum, smiling now, and lower your gaze toward the coffee machine again.

When you glance back up, Simon's eyes are still on you. There's some eye black smeared around his eye sockets. It makes his eyes look bottomless and sharp, his blonde lashes a harsh contrast.

After a moment, he leaves to follow his friend.

Low murmurs sound from the bathroom next to the bedroom, but they are just quiet enough for you to be unable to discern anything.

Eventually, the shower starts up and there's some brief laughter before music starts to play, low and tinny.

The door slams shut and you start steaming some milk.

"Did he bother you?"

You jump and curse under your breath, thankful for the mostly empty pitcher in your hands.

"No. No, he didn't."

Simon is radiating heat from behind you.

"Good."

A single, high note hits your ears before the singing continues, quieter but no less off-key.

"He seems nice, though. Funny. Talented singer."

"He's a bloody idiot."

"Does he get into a lot of trouble?"

"'s exactly why he's here."

The tune in the background changes to Material Girl, as you start to sip on your coffee and step aside for Simon to grab his own.

You stand in comfortable silence for a moment, just looking at each other.

He shakes his head slightly at the first Matieri-a-a-aal echoing from the bathroom.

"Any chance you have space for a roommate?"

You snort and shoot him a conspiratory look.

He smirks before taking a big gulp of coffee.

You keep looking at him, drinking in the details, now that he is back: The eyeblack has smeared down over his cheeks and you can see where it has faded around the corners of his eyes as if he'd been laughing a lot. You set your cup down.

"I don't know, I don't want to get in between some quality time with your friend and you. Should really let you guys settle in."

"Can't settle in, yet."

You perk up a little, immediately alarmed. Simon downs the rest of his coffee before he turns towards you.

"Still missing a warm welcome from my girl."

My girl?, echoes faintly in your head.

Your hesitation seems to amuse him. There it is again, the crinkle around his eyes.

He is careful as he approaches, slowly reaching out.

"C'mon, love. Where's my welcome back kiss?"

You roll your eyes despite laughing, weakly pushing your hands against his chest, not even slightly managing to nudge the big man towering over you away.

"Oh, ew, Si-"

He catches both of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers before leaning his head down. You don't resist and simply tilt your head up towards his.

He's rough with you; his teeth clack against yours and when your lips connect right, he pins you against the counter with his hips.

You moan into his mouth and let go of his hands to instead push them into his hair and let your nails scratch over his head. He is devouring your mouth, his hands wandering until he can hold on to your waist. One of them wanders down to paw at your hip, kneading at the soft flesh there.

He delves his tongue into your mouth and you gasp. You return a nip to his lip before both of your tongues start to tangle.

It's messy and needy. You're melting into his hard grip. As you hesitantly roll your hips towards his, you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach.

He backs off and when you open your eyes, he briefly nudges the tip of your nose with his. You feel girlish joy at the sweet gesture and wet your lips as you lock eyes with him.

"That's one hell of a welcome."

"Missed you."

"Yeah?", you tease, grinning.

He grunts and pulls you into another kiss, muffling your laugh. His hand that had previously held on to your hip wanders down to your ass to squeeze, eliciting another moan from you. You let your own hands cradle his face, feeling his jaw work as you kiss.

"Damn."

You jump and stiffen against Simon in surprise.

"Don't stop on my account", Johnny adds. Simon backs off with a quiet curse and you open your eyes to peek at Johnny, standing in the doorway.

"Bugger off, Johnny", Simon grumbles before pressing another kiss to your cheek.

Your eyes lock with his friend's who is still notably shirtless, hair damp, as he leans against the doorframe.

"I was just comin' back for my coffee, Lt."

There's something underneath the amused glint in his eyes that makes a hot flash run over your spine.

"I'm uh-", you're distracted by Simon dragging his tongue over your neck before he brushes the stubble on his jaw over the skin behind your ear, "I'm going to leave you guys to it."

Simon straightens up and your eyes snap to his.

"Alright, love."

You stagger towards the door, both of the men close behind.

"If you guys need anything, just knock, alright?"

"We'll just be sleeping the flight off, hen", Johnny answers, supported by a gruff sound from Simon that sounds like an agreement.

You nod and lean up to give Simon another innocent peck.

Before you have the chance to think about it, Johnny envelops you in a brief hug. A cloud of cologne envelops you with it and he squeezes you in his arms.

"Don't be a stranger. Come by for pizza sometime, soon, yeah?" Johnny puts you at arm's length before grinning. "I'll tell you a bunch of embarrassing stories about the old boy."

You nod, feeling a bit too hot underneath the intense gaze of the two men at the same time.

"Yeah. Sure. Sounds fun."

The warmth in your cheeks doesn't fade until you are back in the safety of your own bedroom.

[charlessainzz]

(loved loved ‘jealous jealous boy’ btw💅🏼) so can I request another lando one shot but this time like dad!lando showing his baby around the paddock (like feat Uncle Carlos and Oscar and whoever else) maybe it’s too specific so you don’t have to do it but like I can see it so perfectly😩

Twin Oranges

thanks for the love and the request! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for.

Lando was a new husband. He was a new dad. He was also a new dad to twins! A boy and a girl, what a perfect pair. When you told him you were pregnant he almost fainted. But when you both found out it was with twins, he actually did faint. Now fast forward almost a year later, you felt comfortable bringing the babies to the paddock after weeks of Lando asking. You decided to bring them to Silverstone. Close to home, and full of family and friends. 

Walking in you felt all eyes on you. Each one of you; mom, dad, and babies decked head to toe in McLaren gear. Baby boy Oliver Norris held by his mom, and baby girl Noelle Norris held by her dad. As you walked by each garage, drivers, mechanics and all poked their heads out to catch a glimpse at the young family. You finally made it into the safety of the McLaren hospitality ready to get the weekend started when the marketing team encircled you and Lando. You both look at each other and groan. 

McLaren’s marketing team wanted to do a video of the drivers showing the new McLaren twins around the paddock. After hearing the case from a newly graduated PR intern, you caved. You hand Oliver to Oscar teaching him how to hold the baby right. Lando laughing as he can tell you are very stressed handing off your babies. He gives you a kiss, and the camera starts rolling. 

First stop, Red Bull. Lando had no worries bringing the twins to this team. Max and Checo were dads through and through. “Max, come meet my kids!” Lando shouts into the garage. Max jogs up to the twins and gives them both a pinch on the cheek. “Here hold Oliver, my arm is falling asleep”, Oscar complains. “Oi! If my wife heard you complaining about the babies, she’d revoke your uncles status.” Lando scolds. Oscar instantly turns beat red, retaking the baby from Max. Max frowns. “Mate, maybe you need a mini Verstappen. You’re a natural father!” exclaims Checo. “In due time.. In due time”, Max smiles. The orange team says their goodbyes and heads to their next stop on the tour. 

The team visited Mercedes, Aston Martin, Haas, almost all the teams. All while collecting baby sized merch. 

Final stop, Ferrari. Lando and Oscar showed the twins their greatest competition. Up came Charles and Carlos. “Look Oliver and Noelle, this is your uncle Carlos and Charles!” Lando says as he’s holding the babies’ hands to get them to wave. “Which one am I the Godfather of?” Carlos asks half jokingly. Lando rolls his eyes as he lets the Ferrari drivers hold the kids. Charles and Carlos begin arguing over who was going to be the better uncle when stewards announce it’s almost time for FP1. “How’s y/n holding up? I’m sure she isn’t loving being away from her babies”, inquires Charles as he gives back one of the twins. “Oh yeah, she almost raged on the team when they suggested a little paddock tour” explained Oscar. Lando swats him on the side of the head. “Of course she was nervous, she hasn’t left their side in almost a year!” Lando shouts. “Come on guys, say your goodbyes to your fun uncles”. 

You anxiously awaited the return of your babies. Eyes darting around watching as they went from garage to garage with their dad and Uncle Oscar. Hearing the oohs and awws as each driver attempted to make the twins laugh. After what felt like 17 hours, they arrived. Jumping out of your seat you run to grab them from your husband. “Lando give them to me”, you grunt attempting to juggle them both. He laughs at your strong mother instincts. 

“Y/n, relax I brought them back in one piece!” he says as he helps you situate both in your arms. Each baby leaning into you, seeking your warmth. 

“They also return with tons of merch!” exclaimed Oscar. He begins showing you the baby onsies from Mercedes, Red Bull, and Ferrari. You eye them knowing Lando would never let Oliver or Noelle wear anything but McLaren. 

“Oooo is that a Leclerc onesie? Keep that one and toss the rest”, you state to Oscar. He laughs as he sees Lando make a sour face. 

“You always had a soft spot for him!” Lando shouts as you walk away into his driver’s room. “Chunk it Osc. Norris kids only wear papaya orange.”

[wowthatsextra]

An indefinite list of every time James Beaufort was the most head over heels pathetic pining mess over Ruby Bell

The arm nibbling... sir that is not

His Pride and Prejudice moment at Oxford

Jumped into the pool and carried her out in front of everyone

Gave her Queen Victoria's Dress

Ran around the whole school trying to catch hundreds of chickens for her gala and when his friends tried to make fun of him for it, he owned it and made them help him

Kept circling around her house because she fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t want to wake her up

Printed a huge ass poster of him and Ruby and put it up for the whole school to see as an apology for making her feel like he was ashamed of her (he wasn’t)

The fact that whenever Ruby is around he keeps zoning out of conversations

To add to that, told Alistair that he was being too obvious about being into Kesh but then got distracted by Ruby walking by and Alistair was like "You're one to talk"

Was insanely jealous of any guy she talked to (even gay Alistair 😭) and started a fight with the Oxford guy in front of everybody

Drew her from memory after she apologized to him for dragging his ass in class and gave it to her on her birthday

Ran after Ruby at Oxford even though 1. She just dragged his ass again in public and 2. he knows they can't be together

"You're not invisible anymore. Not to me"

"I know exactly what I want"

While making a list about things he likes "The most important one- you"

"For you I'll be anything that you want- whether it's your lover or your boy toy"

"You drive me crazy. Do you know what you're doing to me right now? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you, and to hear your voice?" You're the Bane of My Existence and the Object of All My Desires 2.0

"My family saw how much I changed because of you"

Lashed out when his father called her a gold digger

Took pictures of her smiling

Went on his knees asking her to dance

The way he looked at her when she was coming down the stairs wearing the dress

Skipped his whatever meeting it was to take her on a spontaneous trip to London

Went out of his room at night to see her at Oxford

His awe when he saw her naked 😭

The extra kisses when the bus was waiting for her at Oxford

Instinctively tried to sit next to her at Oxford even though they were broken up

Broke his own heart trying to save her and her family from his father's wrath. He'd rather have her hate him than let her or her family get hurt (can u hear me sobbing)

Literally gave up being the face of the Young Beaufort Line so he didn’t miss her birthday (insane how this was only episode 4 before they even KISSED)

[jesswriteswrongs]

Black and Blue

Fandom: Shameless (US)

Characters: Lip Gallagher x Female Reader, Veronica, Fiona, Ian, Carl, Steve

Summary: reader turns up at the Gallaghers house freezing and broken

Warnings: mentions physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, medical talk

Inspired by Bruised by @theapangea

Minors DNI

You ran, no idea where you were going, no time to grab a jacket, just running through the snowy night in nothing but your tank and underwear. You could barely focus, running and stumbling and running more, trying not to slip on the ice underfoot. Your feet were numb by the time you found yourself outside the Gallagher house, and the adrenaline that had got you there worn off. You gave two knocks, hoping they were loud enough, before slumping against the doorframe and willing the cold to take you over.

Inside the Gallagher house, Ian was watching a movie with Carl when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey Carl, did you hear that?” Ian asked his younger brother. Carl just shrugged.

“Hear what?” Ian frowned.

“I’m just gonna check the door, make sure nobody’s out there.” He reasoned, pausing the movie. He got up and opened the door to the empty street.

“Must’ve been the wind…” he muttered, before stepping back to close the door. Ian paled at the sight of you, covered in cuts and bruises, freezing to death in your underwear on the porch. “FIONA!” He shouted back into the house. There was a thundering on the stairs.

“What the fuck, Ian? I’m trying to…” Fiona’s voice trailed off. “Bring her inside.” Ian didn’t move. “Now, Ian!” Fiona shouted at him. The middle Gallagher bent down to pick you up, and you instinctively cowered away from him.

“Fi…” Fiona has already seen, and grabbed the thick blanket from the couch. She crouched beside you.

“Hi…” She said softly “look, I don’t know what’s happened, but what I do know is that you showed up at my house and if we don’t bring you inside you’re going to freeze to death. So, what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna wrap you in this blanket and Ian is going to bring you inside. He’s not going to touch you, just the blanket. Is that ok?” You nod slowly, barely hearing her as your brain was catching up with the events of the night. Fiona draped the blanket over you, and then there was an arm behind your back and another under your knees. Ian picked you up with ease and brought you inside the house, the warmth prickling against your skin.

“Carl, go next door and get V, tell her to bring her med kit.” Fiona barked, turning off the TV and clearing a spot on the sofa.

“Hey! I was watching that!” Carl protested.

“Bigger problems, Carl! You can watch the movie another time.” You barely registered this conversation as Ian gently put you down. Steve had appeared on the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.

“Ian, go and grab some of Lip’s clothes, sweats and a hoodie. Steve, I can see you on the stairs. Go put the kettle on the stove. Carl, V’s house, now. Everyone move!” The boys all went to do their respective jobs, Ian heading up the stairs, Carl grabbing his coat and Steve going to the kitchen. Fiona crouched down in front of you.

“It’s going to be ok, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and taken care of.” You nodded, still unable to process words to leave your mouth. Ian was the first back to the front room, clothes in hand. He put them on the arm of the couch so they were in easy reach, then went to the kitchen to “help” Steve. It was only another minute before Veronica entered the house.

“Ok, which Gallagher needs my help now, Fi?” Fiona stood up to greet her best friend.

“Not a Gallagher.” She sighed, leading V into the room. V saw you and immediately swore.

“Holy shit, Fiona! What the fuck happened here?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona said. “She’s a friend of Lip’s, showed up at the door a couple minutes ago and hasn’t said a word. She can hear and she’s reacting, fucking jumped out her skin when Ian tried to bring her inside, but I think she’s probably hypothermic.”

“Where d’she live?” Veronica asked, putting down her bag.

“117th.” Fiona supplied, running a hand through her hair.

“Fi, that’s a half hour walk from here.” V said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“In panties and a blanket?” Fiona bit her lip.

“Blanket’s ours.” Veronica swore again.

“That’s worse than I thought. I need a tub of warm water NOT HOT and some clean towels. Think you can get that for me?” Fiona nodded and went to get what was required. “Don’t you worry, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” Veronica said to you. You didn’t respond.

Lip had been having a rough couple days, and had gone out for a few beers at the Alibi. He’d had a fight with his best friend about he didn’t even know what, but he knew it ended in her telling him to go fuck himself. He climbed the back stairs and opened the door into the kitchen, where he was greeted by Steve waiting for the kettle to whistle, Ian filling a plastic tub with water, and an air of intensity filling the house.

“What’s uh, what’s going on, guys?” Lip asked. Nobody responded. He moved further into the house and saw you sat on the sofa, Veronica in front of you, gently massaging your hands.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Lip asked, his voice low.

“Lip…” Fiona warned.

“What the FUCK is she doing here?!” Lip shouted. You flinched, pulling away from Veronica and curling yourself protectively into a ball.

“Phillip Gallagher!” Lip stopped. Fiona only called him Phillip in court. It was only then that he actually looked around. You were balled up on the couch with Veronica and a medical bag in front of you, Fiona had her phone in her hand with 911 already typed in, just then Steve came in with a steaming mug of tea, Ian following behind with a tub of water. Then he looked at you properly. The skin that wasn’t bruised or bloody was pale, your lips practically blue, and you were in your underwear. As he put the pieces together he wordlessly removed his boots and jacket, no longer caring about your fight, and sat on the couch.

“Hey, Bug,” Lip said gently “let’s get you nice and warm.” He pulled you in front of him, pressing his chest to your back in order to share his body heat. He coaxed your legs out, to allow Veronica to pour warm water over them, when he noticed something.

“V, stop a second.” He said

“Lip, time is of the essence here.” She replied

“I get that but just stop and look. She’s had sex tonight.”

“Are you really thinking about your dick right now, Gallagher?” Veronica was getting annoyed.

“Veronica!” He watched as the realisation slowly dawned on her.

“Fiona!” Veronica shouted. Fiona came into the room, phone pressed against her ear

“…yeah, she just turned up at my door, not said a thing and she’s fucking black and blue, Tony.” She put the receiver to her shoulder. “What?”

“Who was it, Bug?” Lip was asking. “Your brothers? Guys from school? Guys from a club?” You shook your head no on each of those. “Your dad?” You stilled, breathing becoming shallow. “Motherfucker… I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Lip clenched his teeth. He turned to Fiona.

“Her dad.” He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger then put his other forefinger through. Fiona’s face immediately set into anger and she put the phone back to her ear.

“Tony, you gotta go now…. Assault, yeah… physical… and sexual… if you don’t, I think Lip will and he can’t go to juvie… yeah, 117th, we’ve got her, just get him.” She clicked the phone off. “Tony’s on his way to find her dad-“

“I’ll go with him.” Lip interrupted, sitting up away from you slightly.

“Lip, I’m not having you in juvie. None of my kids have gone to prison and you’re not being the first. Plus… you’re the only person she’ll willingly let touch her, she wouldn’t even let Ian and we all know he’s not exactly a threat.” Fiona sighed. “You gotta stay here.”

“No, I gotta go and kill the bastard-“ As Lip spoke he moved himself from behind you towards Fiona. There was a rush of cool air as you felt his body heat leave you, and it was all just too much. You suddenly felt everything at once, and started sobbing. The room stopped. It was the most noise you had made since you turned up.

“She needs you here, Lip.” Fiona stated. Lip nodded mutely and sat back down. He put his arms around you, his chest once again pressed to your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Shhhh, it’s ok, Bug. Everything is going to be ok. I’m here, you’re safe.” He soothed. You were shivering violently as the warmth was finally penetrating your skin. “Fi, can you go grab some clothes from my room?”

“One step ahead of ya.” Fiona pointed to the clothes on the couch. Lip nodded his thanks, and held out his hand to Veronica. She handed him a damp washcloth.

“Veronica and I are gonna clean you up, if that’s ok? Then we can get you dressed and warm. You’re staying here for now, you’re not going home.” You nodded your consent and Lip slowly started rubbing the washcloth over your skin. “Can we get her in the bath?” Lip asked Veronica “Would that be better?”

“I barely got her in the house.” Ian chimed in “but you’re welcome to try and get her upstairs.”

“A bath would be better…” Veronica thought aloud “is there hot water?” She looked to Ian and he nodded. “Go run a bath, again, warm not hot.” Ian nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

“We can get her in the bath and clean this blood and… other stuff off while she warms up, see what the situation is, patch her up.” He didn’t want to think about what had happened, if he did he was going to prison, so he focused on helping you instead. After a few minutes, you had calmed to the point of sniffling and Ian came downstairs “Bath’s ready.” Lip nodded

“You ready?” He asked you. “Can you walk or shall I pick you up?” You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Ok, I’ll take you.” He kissed your temple softly, then slid an arm under your knees.

Lip didn’t bother undressing you, not that he could have with the blood sticking to your tank, he just lowered you into the water. He pulled his own shirt off so as not to get it wet, and grabbed the plastic cup from the windowsill. He stayed quiet as he poured cupfuls of water over your shoulders, occasionally pulling at your shirt to loosen the fabric from your skin. The once clear water was a pale pink by the time Lip put the cup down. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked. You hesitated. “I’m just gonna clean you up, check out your injuries.” You nodded, closing your eyes. He carefully lifted your shirt, pulling the back up over your head and then down your arms. He didn’t react to the gash across your back, or boot print on your kidney, he just picked up a washcloth and ran it gently over your skin.

“Can I wash the blood out of your hair?” He asked quietly. You nodded again, allowing Lip to wet and shampoo your hair, his strong fingers gently working the blood from your scalp. He tipped your head back to rinse the suds, the bath water tingeing a deeper shade of pink. Once your hair had been rinsed Lip stood up “I’ll just be a sec, ok?” He said gently “V, can you keep an eye?” Veronica nodded and headed into the bathroom, looking at the various injuries that he littering your torso. Lip headed downstairs and found Fiona in the kitchen, nursing a coffee.

“You want one?” She asked, holding up the pot “‘s gonna be a long night.” Lip shook his head and went over to hug her tightly. “Lip, you’re too strong to be crushing me like this!” She scolded, before she felt the damp spots on her shoulder. “Oh. Oh Lip…” Fiona hugged her little brother back, trying to remember the last time Lip had cried like that. She held him tightly for a few moments, one hand on his head and the other rubbing his back, while he cried over his best friend.

After a few minutes Lip pulled away, wiping his nose. “Sorry, I just…”

“You don’t need to apologise, Lip. We all have our moments.” Fiona said gently.

“I should, um… I should get back upstairs.” Fiona nodded and shooed him away, shoving the clothes at him. When Lip got back upstairs he found Veronica putting the last few stitches in your back, and grabbed a towel.

“Come on, let’s get you out.” He said gently, lifting you out of the water and on to the towel. He wrapped you up like you were as little as Liam. “You’re starting to warm up, Bug. Your lips aren’t blue anymore…” You noticed his eyes were rimmed red. “V, can you or someone go into my room, second drawer of the dresser at the back there’s a grey shirt. Can you grab it for me?” Veronica went and retrieved the item while Lip carefully dried the water off your skin.

“What so special about this shirt?” She asked

“Softest one I own.” He said, pulling it over your head. He continued to dress you in his clothes, before taking you to his room. Fiona had already left a brush and hairdryer on the bed, figuring Lip would need them. He started brushing your hair gently, blotting the water with a towel, before he turned the dryer on to a low setting. As he dried your hair you looked at the clock on his bedside table, telling you it was gone midnight. You had no idea what time you had left your own house, and immediately felt guilty about bothering the Gallaghers with your family problems. You should have just stayed, not made a fuss, gone to bed, hidden everything under your clothes at school tomorrow and pretended you fell if anyone asked. You and Lip were fighting, you just wanted him to try harder at school, get out of the shitty neighbourhood you both called home, but it had ended in you both screaming at each other, and you telling him to go fuck himself. The hairdryer switched off and Lip followed your eyes to the clock.

“Hey, Bug, no.” He crouched down in front of you. “I don’t care that it’s late, I don’t care that we had a fight. I care that you’re ok, I care that you came to me and you trusted me. Now, Fiona will be next door, you can sleep in here and I’m gonna take the couch.”

“Stay.” It was the first thing you had said all night, coming out quiet and raspy.

“O-ok. I can stay if you’re sure that’s what you want.” You nodded. “I just gotta grab some stuff from downstairs, then I’ll be back.”

Fiona was still drinking her coffee when Lip reentered the kitchen.

“How’s she doing?” Fiona asked. Lip leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. He took a drag before handing it to Fiona.

“Well, she spoke, which is good. I told her I was sleeping on the couch and she asked me to stay, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. V had to sew up a cut across her back, she has a fucking boot print on one side, the other isn't even skin, it’s just a bruise, her shithead dad fucking raped her and she nearly killed herself getting here, so um… I’m just hoping she’s still in the house tomorrow morning.” Fiona squeezed his shoulder then handed back the cigarette.

“Take some tea up for her, it’ll help her warm up. It’s good you’re staying with her, cuz you gotta keep an eye on hypothermic afterdrop.”

“Hypothermic what?”

“I don’t know. V said something about core temperature dropping because of cold blood? Just… make sure she stays warm and breathing and has a heartbeat, and Lip?”

“Yeah?” He looked round at his big sister.

“Don’t sleep with her.” Lip opened his mouth to argue. “I know you won’t, but I’m just… reminding you, I guess. She might tell you she wants to, but she’s really vulnerable right now. Don’t take advantage of that.”

“I won’t.” Lip said quietly. “I couldn’t do that to her…” Fiona gave him a small smile and his shoulder another squeeze.

“Get some sleep. I’ll call school in the morning, tell them you’re sick.” Lip nodded tiredly and pulled out a mug, making a fresh cup of tea for you.

“Hey, Fi?” He called as she started to leave the kitchen.

“W’sup?” Fiona turned to look at him

“Thank you. For… everything.” Fiona went back over to Lip and kissed his cheek.

“I wasn’t gonna let her freeze.” She got to the door before calling out to him “Make sure you turn the lights off.”

“Will do.” Lip finished making your tea and took it upstairs, turning off lights and appliances as he went. You were sat against the headboard and he handed you the mug.

“It’s chamomile, it’ll help, promise.” You nodded, sipping at it as Lip put on sweats and a tshirt. He got into the bed next to you, pulling the comforter over you both and stroking your hair as you finished your tea. He took the mug from you and put it aside before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re safe now. Night, Bug.”

[garoujo]

hiiiii !!! what are your thoughts on reader bumping into ex!gojo at a party, after not having seen him for years? his unboxing has taken a toll on me i’m patiently waiting for anyone to write fics for him 🤸🏻‍♀️

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you don’t realise how much your heart still calls for your ex until you see him again, years later.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! sort of angsty but mostly fluff! ex!boyfie gojo, ex’s to lovers sort of vibe, very much right person wrong time ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i’m so sorry this took me so long to get to nonnie, i’m also sorry this turned out sad snifle! i wrote it to this song so i blame that! i’m sorry i just had to post for him tonite!

maybe you should’ve just stayed at home, you think despite the way you know you don’t mean it, as you let the drink in your hand swirl around it’s cup a few more minutes longer. it’s lost its bubbles slightly, it’s leaning more towards an hour old— still untouched as you lean yourself against the kitchen counter while your friends catch up around you.

it’s been a while since you’ve seen everyone like this, a few years atleast you’d assume and it was fun, recalling back the memories— the drunken nights and the time you spent together, the seasons you experienced. there’s a sentimental sort of feeling to it all, you realise.

everyone’s different now, not only in looks— in spirit maybe, married and settled down, running their own business or jet setting abroad. your childhood bestfriend is taller, she smiles softer now— maybe it’s the ring on her finger or the love in her life. it suits her.

“hey! you still with us?” she calls to you, just as you hear the apartment door close again— alerting you to more guests despite the way there’s probably around fifteen of you here already. you jolt slightly, sending her a smile before you’re placing down your glass and excusing yourself to the bathroom.

you allow yourself a few breaths to relax before you smile at yourself in the mirror, it’s nice being able to see everyone again— not realising how much you’d missed them and suddenly you realise that you’re so happy to have lived.

you pat yourself on the cheeks as you give yourself a silent little nod, soft sort of smile in place as you push your way through the bathroom door again— maybe a little too determined to seize the night when you send yourself into a hard chest as you clumsily leave the room.

“ah! sorry, are you okay?” you begin as you try to steady yourself but there’s hands there to keep you from falling before you even realise you’re on your way down.

“oh? it’s been so long you’re jumping into my arms already?” familiar, you think as the teasing response sounds smoothly and you can’t help the way your body seems to stiffen at the sound— like instinct. you look up and there’s a warm sort of squeeze on your heart at the crystalline gaze that looks back, cheeky grin in place.

you should’ve expected to see him here after all, gojo satoru had always been a constant in your past, up until a few years ago. he was your now ex-boyfriend after all.

he always had this air that seemed to follow him around — this noble sort of presence but he was even more handsome now, unfortunately. he’d grown a little more in height but he filled it out better now. his hair is longer but his gaze is just as pretty, as breathtaking when it meets yours.

you’re pretty sure if this were a movie there’d be a trail of women at gojo’s feet — back of their hand against their forehead and fawning for his attention.

you can still recall the nights you cried on your kitchen floor for him.

“hey, after all these years, you’re getting shy on me?” you didn’t realise you’d zoned out until you blink up to see gojo looking at you, teasing tone and his long fingers flicking gently at your forehead until you’re sending him a cute frown. he remembers that look all too well.

“no, shutup! i just didnt expect to see you.” you fall back into the dynamic quickly, like he’d never left— both of you parted ways gradually you think. it’s not that the love wasn’t there, but you just felt like your life had taken you down separate paths.

gojo satoru was your right person, wrong time is what you’d tell strangers at parties.

“are you sure? it seems you had an attack planned for my arrival, pretty suspicious i’d say.” he goads, teasing you again and you roll your eyes before you’re shoving playfully at his chest.

“you’re still so annoying.”

“hm? are you just embarrassed i figured you out? did you really think you could catch me off guard with a move like that?” you wish you could say you hate gojo, truly. but it’s been years and instead you realise that it’s quite the opposite, because he’s already got you laughing like you’re both teenagers again.

sometimes you wish you’d known him sooner, even just so you could love him longer than you can now.

“yeah right, i could totally beat you if i tried.” you laugh again, teasing as a cheeky grin settles on your expression and gojo squeezes at your shoulder playfully before you’re both finding yourself returning to the group. but the laughter doesn’t falter.

“you want a beer, satoru?” your friend asks as you both enter the lounge and you cast the snowy haired man to your right a glance before he answers. he won’t take one, he never was a drinker.

“nah, aren’t i fun enough already? it wouldn’t be fair.” he jokes, you all laugh. like old times.

the night continues and you catch yourself looking in your ex boyfriends.. in gojo’s direction a little more frequently than you’d like to admit. but you’re having fun, you realise as you all exchange jokes— even going as far as to pull up videos from your old phones, little vlogs from your days at the beach, shopping trips and more.

you breathe again, nestling back into your place on the couch as the rest of your friends get up to dance to one of your old playlists from a few years ago. you remember it well, like the soundtrack to some coming of age movie.

you allow yourself to look at him once more, to take in the cut of his features— the way his lips still upturn at the corners when he grins and the way he still talks with his hands. you think it’s cute that he still wears his hair down, still doesn’t do the top button of his shirts— you wonder if he still takes four sugars in his coffee.

you feel something twist in your chest with the thought before you look away again. you think it’s embarrassing in a way, the way you’re wanting must show when you look at him. maybe it’s because you already know the feel of his hand on yours or the soft voice he’d always use to call you out of sleep, the taste of his coffee on his lips when he’d kiss you as the sun woke up.

you liked the now, but then you remember how gojo satoru loved you and it’s like you’re aching all over again.

you breathe deep before the couch cushion to your left sinks as someone sits down and you know it’s him when it grounds you.

“you’re not dancing, gojo?” you begin before he can say anything, giggle despite the turmoil in your mind, your heart, and he sends you a soft sort of look before he chuckles.

“oh no, after all those times you told me i was a terrible dancer? it broke my heart so much, i’ll never dance again.” still a drama queen, you think to yourself as you watch him press his palm to his chest — throwing his head back against the back of the couch as he sighs.

“yeah right, you had a great dance partner to level you out back then though.” gojo laughs at that one, nudging his thigh into yours slightly when he does, but neither of you seem to pull away at the touch.

he settles down and you let the silence hang in the space where you both take a breath before he speaks again,

“satoru is fine, you know. i was always satoru to you, no?” gojo questions gently, although still trying to make it more lighthearted than awkward, and you feel the tension leave your shoulders when you exhale.

“okay then, satoru.” comes more naturally than you’d like to admit, but you’re not ashamed of it either when you notice the soft sort of glow in gojo’s eyes when you speak it with fondness.

he looks at you, nods like he’s smug, then pushes himself up to stand. emphasising how tall he is as he sends you a cheeky sort of grin, followed by his arm outstretching to offer you his hand.

“well oh great dance partner, i may need your expertise. you wouldn’t want me to embarrass my handsome self infront of all our old friends, would you?” gojo whines playfully as he bows towards you, free hand on his heart like he’s begging you for his life.. just his pride this time though.

“‘toru..” you begin, a soft sort of breathe and you wonder if he can hear the hope in it— your own hand twitching by your side.

“come on, for old times sake. you said it yourself, i cant dance without my partner there to lead me, right?” gojo satoru had always been terribly convincing, you realise as you recall all the other moments he’d whisked you off into other great things. memories that you still look fondly back on now.

“fine, for old times sake, satoru.” you finally answer before your hand is resting on his, noticing that is palm still feels warm when he pulls you to your feet.

for the love that once was, and the love that remains. 

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[seafarersdream]

Scaly Tales | Modern AU! (Aemond Targaryen x Y/N)

Y/N works at her dad’s reptile shop, but only because he’s currently out of town. She, on the other hand, is stuck with snakes, lizards, and things that make her skin crawl. To be clear: she hates reptiles. They terrify her. One day, in strolls Aemond Targaryen — tall, brooding, and way too attractive for someone who’s genuinely interested in a green iguana named Vhagar. Word count: 4,1k

TW // Strong language and profanities, mild innuendos, potentially dangerous animal encounters, alcohol consumption (beer).

“I swear to god, if that thing comes anywhere near me, I'm quitting my own dad's shop.”

Y/N muttered to herself, fingers clutching the edge of the glass counter as if it might somehow protect her from the green menace that stared at her from across the room.

Vhagar, the reptile shop’s resident iguana, was perched regally on her branch like she owned the place. Which, honestly, she probably did. The shop, Scaly Tales, was a low-key nightmare of flicking tongues, beady eyes, and the occasional hiss that sent shivers down her spine. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed with an irritating hum, casting a sickly yellow glow over the rows of terrariums lining the walls.

Y/N tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at the clock. Another five hours until closing. Five hours of trying not to look too closely at the boa constrictor named Smaug or the tarantula in the corner that she swore was plotting her demise.

Just as she was contemplating the merits of accidentally leaving the door unlocked and letting all the reptiles escape into the wild, the bell over the door jingled. She looked up, more out of instinct than interest, and nearly choked on her own breath.

In walked a guy who looked like he’d been carved out of marble and decided to slum it on a random Wednesday afternoon. Tall, lean, with silvery-blonde hair that was braided. He had a scar running down his left cheek that made him look like he’d survived a pirate raid or, at the very least, a really bad skateboarding accident. He was dressed in all black and had a single silver earring shaped like a tiny dragon.

Y/N blinked. Twice.

“Uh, can I help you?” she finally managed, voice higher-pitched than she intended.

The guy glanced around, his one visible eye narrowing as if assessing the situation. “Doubt it,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips. He had a voice like whiskey over gravel, the kind that made you want to lean in closer just to catch every word.

Y/N scowled. “Right. Well, the exit’s behind you if you’re lost.”

He chuckled, low and throaty. “Nah, not lost. Just… curious.”

“About?” She crossed her arms, feeling the sharp edge of her dad’s old Scaly Tales polo shirt dig into her skin.

He didn’t answer right away, instead, his gaze drifted past her to Vhagar, who was still sitting on her branch, blinking slowly as if she couldn’t give less of a shit about the entire interaction. “That iguana,” the guy finally said, pointing with a finger adorned with silver rings. “What’s its name?”

Y/N’s arched an eyebrow in confusion but answered anyway. “Her name’s Vhagar”

The guy’s smirk grew. “Curious choice.”

“Don’t ask. I wasn’t the one who named her,” she said, drawing out the word.

He took a step closer to the counter, and for a moment, Y/N’s heart did a weird little jump, like it was trying to hop out of her chest. “I was wondering,” he continued, “if you were looking for help around here.”

“Help?” She snorted. “Mate, you do realize this is a reptile shop, right? It’s no Canary Wharf.”

His grin widened, and he leaned against the counter, one hand casually slipping into the pocket of what clearly looks like a bespoke trousers. “Yeah, I got that. I’m not here for the pay. Just… interested.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, suspicion creeping into her voice. “Interested in what exactly? Because, no offense, you don’t look like the type who’s into snakes and lizards.”

He shrugged, a movement that seemed annoyingly graceful. “You got me there. Not into snakes. But I’ve got a thing for iguanas.”

She let out a laugh before she could stop herself. “Of course, you do. Why?”

He tilted his head slightly, considering her with that one piercing blue eye that looks unnervingly purple-ish from some angles. “I like that they’re a bit… prickly. Takes a certain kind of patience to handle them. To make them trust you.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm, and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that she hadn’t done her hair this morning and was probably wearing yesterday's eyeliner smudges. “Alright, fine,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “You can… I don’t know, volunteer or something. Just don’t get bitten or sue us, yeah?”

He straightened up, looking genuinely pleased for the first time since he walked in. “Deal,” he said, offering his hand.

She eyed his hand like it was a venomous snake. “Name?”

“Aemond,” he replied, his smile turning a little softer, almost boyish. “Aemond Targaryen.”

She stared at him, momentarily stunned by the sheer poshness of it. “Of course, it is.”

He chuckled again. “And you are?”

“Y/N L/N,” she said, shaking his hand reluctantly. His grip was firm, his skin cool against hers. She quickly pulled away, trying not to feel like a teenager meeting their crush for the first time.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said smoothly. “Now, tell me… how do I win over Vhagar?”

She snorted. “Mate, I’ve been trying to figure that out for weeks. Good luck.”

He glanced back at the iguana, who was still watching them with what could only be described as supreme indifference. “Challenge accepted.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. “Yeah, alright, Mr. Targaryen. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

As it turns out, Aemond was a bloody animal whisperer.

Y/N watched, slack-jawed and barely breathing, as he casually stuck his hand into Smaug’s terrarium — Smaug, the fifteen-foot boa constrictor with a temper that could put any football hooligan to shame. The snake, instead of latching onto Aemond’s arm and turning him into a human-sized chew toy, just… rested its head in his hand like a sodding pet cat.

“Oh, come on,” Y/N muttered under her breath, feeling a mixture of disbelief and, okay, maybe a bit of annoyance. "Seriously?"

Aemond glanced over his shoulder, that ever-present smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Something wrong?" he asked, and there was no mistaking the amusement in his voice.

“Yeah, loads,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “Starting with the fact that you seem to have some weird Snow White powers over these things.”

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that somehow made her stomach flip. “It’s not that hard,” he said, still scratching Smaug’s head with his fingers. “You just have to understand them. Respect them.”

Y/N scoffed. “Respect them? Right. And what, exactly, do I need to respect about the tarantula that tried to jump at my face this morning?”

Aemond straightened up, moving away from the terrarium, and headed toward the tarantula’s glass enclosure. “Arachne?” he asked, his tone teasing. “She’s just misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” Y/N echoed, incredulous. “Mate, she’s got eight legs and hairy fangs. She’s the stuff of nightmares.”

Aemond turned to face her fully, leaning against the counter with a look that said he was enjoying this far too much. “You don’t really like being here, do you?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as if studying her.

Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck. She shifted from one foot to the other. “I’m not here by choice, alright?” she confessed. “My dad owns the shop, and he’s off gallivanting in Glasgow, so I’m stuck running this freak show until he gets back.”

Aemond’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Ah, so you’re just here to keep the peace?”

“Something like that,” she muttered. “If peace is what you call feeding dead mice to snakes and hoping they don’t escape in the night.”

He laughed again, a real laugh this time, not just a smirk or a chuckle, and Y/N found herself almost… liking the sound of it. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he said, a hint of softness in his voice. “They won’t bite unless they’re scared. And they’re only scared if you are.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s reassuring,” she grumbled, but a small smile tugged at her lips despite herself.

Aemond pushed off the counter and walked slowly towards her, his steps measured and confident. “Tell you what,” he said, lowering his voice slightly, like he was sharing a secret. “I’ll handle the scary ones. You just… look cute behind the counter.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she felt her face go warm. “Oi!” she sputtered. “I am not… cute. I’m the manager here.”

He grinned, clearly delighted with her flustered reaction. “Right, of course. Very professional. Your dad must be proud.”

She gave him a half-hearted glare, but she couldn’t deny that there was something oddly charming about the way he was looking at her, like he found her reaction endlessly entertaining. “You know, I could just kick you out,” she threatened, trying to sound stern.

Aemond leaned in a little closer, a playful glint in his eye. “But then who would deal with Vhagar?” he asked, nodding towards the iguana, who had finally decided to grace them with a slight head tilt.

Y/N sighed, exasperated. “Fine, fine. You can stay,” she grumbled, waving a hand. “But only because Vhagar seems to like you.”

He nodded solemnly. “A wise decision, Ms. Manager.”

She rolled her eyes again but couldn’t help the grin that broke free. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get too comfortable, Prince Charming. This isn’t some Disney movie.”

Aemond flashed her a grin that was all trouble. “Don’t worry, love. I think I can handle a bit of drama.”

Y/N snorted. “Trust me, mate, you have no idea what you’ve signed up for.”

He gave her a mock bow, and she couldn’t help but laugh, a lightness in her chest that she hadn’t felt in ages.

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The next morning, right at 10, just as Y/N was flipping the sign on the door from “Closed” to “Open,” the bell above the door jingled. She looked up, expecting to see some bored teenager or one of the usual reptile enthusiasts, but there he was — Aemond Targaryen, in the flesh.

He strolled in like he owned the place, wearing a crisp white button-up under a dark green wool coat, the kind that probably cost more than her rent. His hair was flowing freely in a way that looked both effortless and like it required some absurdly expensive product. He had an aura about him, like he was about to walk into a high-profile board meeting rather than a slightly dingy reptile shop.

“Morning,” he greeted, flashing that infuriatingly charming grin.

Y/N squinted at him, still half-asleep and clutching her cup of coffee like it was a life raft. “You’re back,” she said flatly, as if she was stating the obvious. Which, of course, she was.

Aemond chuckled. “What, did you think I’d scare off after one day?”

She shrugged, turning back to the counter to hide her smile. “Wouldn’t blame you if you did. Not exactly Westminster around here, is it?”

“Maybe not,” he said, moving closer and glancing around, “but it’s got… character.”

Y/N snorted. “That’s one way to put it.”

He didn’t seem to mind the sarcastic jab. Instead, he started rolling up the sleeves of his pristine white shirt, exposing the tattoos that ran up his forearms — dragons, of course, snaking around his skin in intricate black ink. She found herself staring, just for a second too long, before snapping her eyes back up to his face.

“So,” he said casually, “what’s on the agenda today?”

Y/N shrugged again, taking a sip of her coffee. “Well, first, we’re gonna open up the store, then do all the stuff that involves keeping these creepy crawlies alive. But you—” she pointed a finger at him “—are gonna do the heavy lifting. I’m staying a safe distance away from anything that slithers, hisses, or has more legs than I do.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Sounds fair. I’ll take the snake duty, then.”

And he did. He moved with a surprising ease, lifting crates of feed and handling the cages like he’d been doing it for years. Y/N couldn’t help but be a little impressed. At one point, he was juggling a bag of crickets, a box of frozen mice, and a pail of water all at once.

“How are you not dropping any of that?” she asked, genuinely curious.

He flashed her a toothy grin. “Coordination, darling. Comes with practice.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a small grin. He made everything look so annoyingly easy. And he had this way of making even the most mundane tasks seem… well, not fun, but bearable, at least.

After about an hour of this, she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the curiosity in her voice. “I mean, don’t you have a job or something?”

Aemond paused, wiping his hands on a cloth before turning to face her, his expression relaxed. “Nah,” he said with a casual shrug. “Don’t need one.”

Y/N blinked. “What, like, ever?”

He nodded. “Pretty much. My family’s loaded.”

“Loaded,” she repeated, not sure she’d heard him right. “Like, trust fund kid kind of loaded?”

He gave her a lazy smile, his eye glinting with amusement. “Something like that. My family's got more money than sense, if that gives you a clue.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you’re here, volunteering at a reptile shop, for free?”

He leaned against the counter next to her, a bit closer than was probably necessary, but she didn’t move away. “Yeah. Thought it might be fun. Plus,” he added, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “I find your reactions quite entertaining.”

Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck and cursed herself silently. “Oh, do you now?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah. Watching you flinch every time Arachne moves is becoming quite the highlight for me.”

She huffed, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. “I’m not flinching. I’m… being cautious. That thing’s got too many legs for comfort.”

He laughed, genuinely amused. “Right, sure. Cautious. Keep telling yourself that, love.”

She glared at him, but there was no real heat in it. “So what do you actually do all day if you’re not… you know, working?”

Aemond shrugged again, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. “Oh, I read, I go to the gym, I travel… the usual.”

“The usual?” she echoed, incredulous. “Mate, that’s not usual for most people.”

He smiled again, this time with a hint of something softer behind it. “Guess I’m not most people.”

Y/N bit back a laugh. “Clearly.” She turned back to the register, trying to ignore the way her pulse sped up just a bit whenever he looked at her like that. “Alright, posh boy. You want to hang around and be useful, fine by me. But don’t get in my way.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes again, but she couldn’t stop the smile that crept across her face.

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“Bloody hell, the turtle’s loose!”

Y/N’s shout echoed through the shop just as she was flipping the sign back to “Closed.” She spun around, her heart hammering in her chest, to see Aemond standing a few feet away, holding an empty glass enclosure door in his hand like it was some kind of weird prop.

“And that would be which one?” Aemond asked, his face a mix of concern and — was that amusement?

“Triton!” Y/N hissed, eyes wide as she scanned the floor. “The bloody snapping turtle!”

Aemond blinked, then burst into laughter. “The turtle?” he asked, still laughing. “How fast could it have gotten?”

Y/N shot him a death glare. “Fast enough, apparently! And he bites, remember? Like, really bites!”

As if on cue, a low, angry hiss filled the air. Y/N’s eyes darted toward the sound and spotted Triton, the shop’s resident menace of a snapping turtle, making a surprisingly speedy beeline towards the open door of the shop, his jagged shell scraping against the floor.

“Shit!” Y/N cursed, darting forward instinctively before skidding to a halt. “Okay, no, never mind, I’m not doing this. I’m not getting near that little beast.”

Aemond, still holding the glass door like some absurd shield, grinned. “Come on, it’s just a turtle.”

“Just a turtle?” Y/N shot back, her voice rising. “That thing has jaws like a bloody bear trap! I am not risking my fingers, thank you very much!”

Aemond sighed dramatically, tossing the glass door onto the counter with a loud clatter. “Alright, alright. Step aside, manager. I’ll handle this.”

He moved toward Triton, who was now hissing like a demon freshly unleashed from hell, his beady little eyes locked on Aemond’s every step. “Easy there, mate,” Aemond cooed, crouching down slightly. “We’re all friends here.”

Triton did not seem convinced. He opened his mouth wide, revealing a jagged, prehistoric maw that looked like it could snap through bone without much effort. Aemond’s smirk faltered just a bit.

“Uh, Aemond?” Y/N called out from behind the counter, where she’d taken refuge. “You do realize that thing isn’t gonna just roll over and play fetch, right?”

Aemond shot her a look over his shoulder, his smile somewhere between cocky and slightly terrified. “I’ve got this,” he replied, although he didn’t sound quite as sure as he had a moment ago.

“Famous last words,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Aemond took another step forward, inching closer to Triton, who seemed to be winding up like a spring. “Alright, Triton, just stay calm,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “You don’t want to bite me. I’m not very tasty, I promise.”

Suddenly, Triton lunged, jaws snapping with a loud clack that echoed through the shop. Aemond jerked back, nearly losing his balance. “Okay, noted,” he said, his voice tight with adrenaline. “Definitely not friendly.”

Y/N, despite the panic racing through her veins, couldn’t help but laugh. “I told you! He’s like the Hannibal Lecter of turtles!”

Aemond threw her a half-exasperated, half-amused look. “Helpful, thanks.”

Y/N glanced around wildly, spotting the broom leaning against the wall. “Use the broom!” she shouted, pointing.

Aemond grabbed the broom, holding it out like a sword. “Alright, Triton, let’s do this,” he muttered, moving in cautiously. He nudged the turtle gently with the broom’s bristles, trying to coax him away from the door.

Triton hissed again, then clamped down on the broom with a force that made Aemond’s eyes widen. “Bloody hell, he’s got a grip like a vice!”

Y/N is sweating bullets now. “Told you! You’re fighting for your life out there!”

Aemond struggled to wrestle the broom free, Triton thrashing wildly at the end of it. He gave the broom one last, hard tug, finally wrenching it free from Triton’s jaws. The turtle, clearly pissed off, made a beeline straight for him.

“Plan B!” Y/N shouted, scrambling onto a chair. “What’s Plan B?”

“Plan B is… I don’t know!” Aemond shouted back, darting around the counter with surprising agility. “Distract him!”

“How the hell do you distract a turtle?” she yelled, almost hysterical.

Aemond grabbed a bag of lettuce from the shelf and tossed a handful in Triton’s direction. “Here, mate, have a snack!”

Triton paused, sniffing the air with apparent suspicion, but then began to chomp at the leaves like a small, angry lawnmower.

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Okay, that… that actually worked?”

Aemond wiped his brow with a dramatic flourish. “See? I told you, I’ve got this.”

Y/N shook her head, half-amused, half-terrified. “Yeah, alright, Targaryen. But next time, you’re wearing armor.”

As the chaos finally settled, Y/N climbed down from her chair. She couldn’t believe they had just survived a snapping turtle attack — and that Aemond had somehow managed to make it look borderline heroic, even with a broom in hand.

She caught her breath and gave him a playful nudge. “You just saved me from a killer turtle. I guess I owe you one.”

Aemond, still holding the broom like some sort of knight who’d vanquished a beast, smirked at her. “What would you even do without me, huh?”

Y/N leaned against the counter, still a little giddy from the adrenaline. “So… do you drink beers? Or are you too posh for that? I was thinking I’d get you a couple as a thank you. Camden’s full of good pubs.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if he’d laugh or roll his eyes at the suggestion. He didn’t seem like the beer-and-pub type — more like the expensive wine in a penthouse kind of guy. But then, to her surprise, his entire face lit up.

“Beers?” he repeated, his tone a mix of intrigue and enthusiasm. “Absolutely. I could use one after that gladiator match remake with Triton.”

Y/N grinned, genuinely surprised by his enthusiasm. “Alright then, it’s settled. First round’s on me.”

Aemond didn’t argue, and together, they locked up the shop. The evening sun was just beginning to dip behind the rows of buildings in Camden, casting a warm, golden light over the bustling streets. The crowds had thinned out slightly as people finished their shopping, but the familiar hum of the city still surrounded them. Street performers were packing up, and the faint smell of food stalls lingered in the air.

They walked side by side, the rhythm of their steps in sync, heading toward one of the pubs just a short walk away. The air was cool, but not cold, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Y/N felt relaxed. Even after a day of dealing with reptiles and rogue turtles.

“You don’t strike me as the type who hangs out in Camden much,” Y/N said, glancing up at Aemond as they walked. “Do you even go to pubs?”

Aemond grinned, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “Believe it or not, I’m not a complete hermit. I like going out — just depends on the place. Camden’s… got a vibe.”

She raised an eyebrow, skeptical but amused. “Oh? And what vibe is that, exactly?”

He smirked, looking around as they passed a tattoo shop, a second-hand record store, and a row of graffiti-covered buildings. “It’s raw,” he said after a moment, as if he were describing a fine wine or a work of art. “I like that. It’s not trying too hard.”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You’re a strange one, Targaryen. Loaded, reads like a scholar, hangs out with iguanas, and now you’re telling me you’re into Camden’s ‘raw’ vibe.”

Aemond chuckled, clearly not offended. “I contain multitudes.”

She laughed, turning her gaze forward as they reached the pub. It was a cozy, unpretentious spot with a neon sign that flickered slightly above the door. They stepped inside, greeted by the warm chatter of a few patrons and the clink of glasses behind the bar.

Y/N nudged Aemond toward an empty booth in the corner. “You grab us a spot. I’ll get the drinks.”

As she made her way to the bar, she couldn’t help but glance back at him. He was leaning casually against the booth, his long legs stretched out in front of him, looking completely at ease in a place that seemed the polar opposite of his usual world. There was something oddly magnetic about him — not just his looks, but the way he carried himself, like he belonged everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“Two pints, please,” she ordered, handing over the cash before sliding back into the booth with Aemond.

He took his pint, raising it slightly toward her. “To surviving Triton.”

Y/N clinked her glass against his, laughing. “To surviving Triton,” she echoed.

They took long sips of their beers, and for a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying the warmth of the pub and the fading light outside. Y/N leaned back, looking at him curiously. “You know,” she said, her voice softer now, “you’re not what I expected.”

Aemond looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “Oh? And what did you expect?”

She shrugged, giving him a playful grin. “I don’t know. Something more… serious. Intimidating.”

He smirked. “I can be. But I suppose you’re lucky — I like you.”

Y/N’s heart did that little flip again, but she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too cocky, Targaryen. You’re still not off the hook for tomorrow’s snake feeding.”

Aemond laughed, the sound low and warm between the bustles around them. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[nina-renmen]

Yandere Hybrid Team 141

I’ve been seeing posts like this and thought I would jump on the bandwagon. The idea of yandere hybrid 141 is not my idea but this specific scenario is.

Summary: Team 141 stumbles upon y/n. Thinking that she’s small and fragile they attempt to ‘take advantage’ of her only to figure out she’s a polar bear hybrid. (Polar bear hybrid was chosen because they actively hunt humans.)

Team 141 had relocated, their base stationed in colder weather. Soap didn’t mind, considering he was merged with a wolf. He quite liked the snow and throwing snowballs at his captain.

Price was not amused at all. Given the fact that he was a grizzly bear hybrid his instincts told him to get ready to hibernate. Thus, leaving the male annoyed most of the time. A few times he almost lunged at Gaz for flying around so much in his little ‘battle’ with soap.

Gaz, being a harpy was the most human like out of all the men. The only thing that changed about him was his arms, meaning that the male usually stayed bundled up which in turn was given odd looks by ghost from time to time. But now ghost, an undead being began to get used to seeing his fellow teammate underneath two layers of clothing

Gaz was the first one to stumble upon you During one of his rounds he looked up from above, his eyes catching sight of you in the cold, crisp water. White, round ears were on top of your head. You must’ve been a panda hybrid. You didn’t seem dangerous at all.

A wicked grin crossed Gaz’s face. Swooping down, the sharp claws grabbing you. But before he could get far with you, you bared your teeth at him. Sharp canines covered in blood from your latest kill were flashed. Your sharp claws slashed his face before dragging him down into the water. Immediately your form switching making Gaz’s eyes widen in horror. Such a sweet, helpless looking girl was actually a polar bear hybrid. Your pupils dilated, jaws snapping at him as the beast seemed to foam at the mouth, getting ready to rip his throat out.

Price was the first to arrive, hearing Gaz’s screams and yells.

While Gaz was under you he saw a flash of brown. The harpy sitting up, wincing in pain at his broken leg but his eyes leaving the mangled leg and up towards the fight that was happening. The roars of both the bears attracting the attention of the rest of the team. Gaz has never seen price almost loose a fight before. Polar bears were already larger than grizzled bears but because you were a female you have a good two feet over him. Your fur was more adapted to the arctic waters but Price’s wasn’t, his movements were a tad bit slower than yours due to the below freezing temperatures. Just as the rest of team 141 arrived you were gone.

After the ‘fight’ Price scolded Gaz. Grumbling about how he shouldn’t have assumed what kind of hybrid you were. But based off of your human descriptions he didn’t blame Gaz for trying to snatch you up.

Price only had minor injuries. A couple of gashes and bruises. It would leave some scars but nothing too serious. On the other hand Gaz’s leg was broken. The gash on his face had left a nasty scar. Ghost only mocked the younger male, telling him to suck it up and to not do dumb shit.

Soap had the second encounter with you. After a few months Gaz was able to walk again. But Soap was to accompany him as they did their rounds.

“That’s her.” Gaz whispered, crouching down making Soap follow suit. The wolf hybrid peeking around the corner to see you. He couldn’t believe that you were the one that did all that damage. Granite it was in self defense but you looked so fragile and soft.

When y/n turned around she had a fish in her mouth. Her eyes immediately catching onto Soaps who had been careless when admiring y/n from a distance. Y/n’s gaze wasn’t threatening like what Gaz had described. She seemed curious.

Soap took this as a green light to fully come out. Gaz whispers to not falling on deaf ears. When soap began to get too close a growl came from y/n as she took a step back making her drop her fish. She had to look up at him, which she didn’t like.

After a few moments Soap gained her trust, picking up the dropped fish and slowly inching close to her. Y/n opened her mouth, taking the fish from his hand. Nuzzling her black button nose against his hand, a purr coming out of her but she stopped. A whiff of Gaz’s scent on Soaps hand making y/n pull away. “No! No, no, no! I’m friendly.” Soap exclaimed, putting his hands up. He needed to avoid all conflict. The only person that was able to take you down was captain price, he doubted that Ghost could take you down in your monster form. Soap knew he’d need to calm you down. Polar bears actively hunt humans, meaning Gaz and himself were on your lunch menu. But y/n only turned around leaving once more.

Now price’s encounter with you went a little bit different. The man went out to have a smoke. “That shit stinks.” A feminine voice came from behind Price. Turning around he seen your form crouched down, a wolf torn open in front of you. It was the same size as Soap in his monster form. Its guts spilled out, coating the white snow in its blood.

“Didn’t know you could talk.” Price muttered, breathing in the smoke from the cigar. His eyes taking in your form. You were fragile looking, just as Gaz said. Your big doe eyes could have fooled him.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to rip out more chunks from the wolf with her jaws. Tearing into the predator that turned into her prey. “Ya’ hurt one of my men.” Price said loud enough for y/n to hear.

“That lousy excuse of a bird?” Y/n said as she ripped into the wolf. “Tell him to keep thinking with his dick. Maybe next time I’ll tear his throat open.”

Price chuckled, leaning back on the tree as he watched you eat. You were fiesty. The longer he stared at you the more the gears in his head turned. You had wide hips, perfect for carrying his cups. You looked healthy, a few scars hear and there but each one told a story.

Pushing himself off the tree he stalked towards you. A growl ripping through y/n’s throat as she make eye contact with Price.

“I ain’t gon take your food sweetheart.” Price said as he crouched down in front of you and your kill.

“I said that shit stinks. Put it out.”

“And if I don’t.”

“I’ll eat you before you can turn.”

The two looked at each other for a while. “I’m stronger and faster than you darlin’.”

“Not if I drown you in that water you won’t be.” Y/n shot back. Ah, so she’s caught on to his weakness. Price was considerably weaker in colder water temperatures. Especially if the waters were deep.

Needless to say, Price put out the cigar.

[snazzyturtles]

"Animal Instincts"

tanaka x f!reader, nsfw, mdni

it always helps to have a friend by your side when something doesn't go as planned. but when that friend secretly likes you? you're in for an interesting afternoon...

wc: 8.5 k

tw: childhood friends, light angst(?) , softdom!tanaka, unprotected, creampie, squirting, bd/sp, breeder balls tanaka, grinding, titty sucking, biting, pinching, fingering/clit play, marking, rutting, couch sex, teasing, pet names (baby, angel, minx) , praising/sweet talk, aftercare, mentions of alcohol/getting drunk, tanaka is a raunchy mf

a/n: for my friend alexis! she's forcing me to watch jjk so i forced her to watch hq, and she is obsessed with tanaka lol. hope you all enjoy ♡

heartbreak is never an easy thing. eyes practically swollen from all the crying you'd been doing, you can’t help but wonder where you went wrong. you really thought he was the one- he was always so nice and polite, and you felt so close to him, but your confession really brought out the ugly side. when your best friend came knocking at your front door, you jumped off the couch, walking slowly to crack the door open. tanaka stood on the porch, staring at your obviously red face coated in tear stains.

"so... he said no…?"

you couldn't bring yourself to talk... to even think straight. all you could do was stand there, tucking your head down and squeezing your arms tighter around yourself as a small sniffle breaks the silence. tanaka just stared at you, your obvious desolation, before sighing and pulling you into a hug, your arms naturally snaking around his neck like they have done so many times before.

"he doesn't deserve you,” tanaka whispers, trying to be comforting, but his own words ring with irony. you choke on your breath as your sobs start to get worse, louder and more intense.

"i'm so stupid!" you bury your face into his chest deeper. he quickly looked around the room, before shuffling towards the couch and pulling you into his lap, rocking you in an attempt to calm you down.

pulling you closer so that your head is buried against his chest, your legs naturally wrapped around his torso as tanaka reached up to brush your hair out of your face. "you're not stupid..." tanaka says sweetly as your tears dampen his shirt. 

you lean your head back to look at him while wiping your eyes. “b-but i am... i should've known, i shouldn't have told him anything, i…" your voice catches as another sob slips through your lips. "i need to just give up." you whisper with your face starting to burn deeper.

"he didn't love me, nobody loves me, i-i…" your breathing starts speeding up as you squeeze your eyes shut and start shaking your head "i can't do any of this anymore, ryu!”

tanaka just watches as you panic and cry against him, and when you yell his name, his heart jumps a bit, his eyes locking on yours. "i do,” tanaka says simply, causing your eyes to go wide. you sit against him, your arms still around his neck, but your eyes widen at his statement. did he just say what you thought he did? "i do.” tanaka whispers again softly, his hand coming up to touch your cheek.

you slowly shake your head, staring back into his eyes for a moment before squeezing them shut again. "you're just saying that because you're like a… a brother to me. it... it's not the same…”

"like a brother, huh?” his hand falls off your cheek and onto your knee, but he still doesn't let go of you. "then why do you call me by my first name?" there's a small smile at the corner of tanaka's mouth as he looks down at you.

"b-because we're close like that... you call me by my first name too…” your eyebrows furrowed as you stammer the words out. "we always have, ever since we were little-”

tanaka is quiet for once, his hand continuing to caress your knee, not letting go. “yes, we're childhood friends, but you're not treating me like a friend right now." his smile grows into a smirk as he looks down at you “i'm not complaining, but let’s be real, you're not sitting on your brother right now. i can feel your legs tight around me, and this is definitely more intimate than any brother-sister relationship.”

your body suddenly stiffens and your eyes blow wide when he mentions how you’re sitting on him, not realizing what you were doing, and it makes your heart start pounding. “i-i-i…” tanaka smiles at your reaction, almost seeming to enjoy watching it as he keeps his hand on your knee, caressing it slowly.

“you've never treated me like your brother…" he whispers, his eyes sparkling. he's so close to you and his stare is piercing. you look up at him with your eyebrows furrowed, your breathing heavy. "w-what are you talking about?”

he chuckles softly, his eyes still locked on yours as he moves his other hand to your cheek and his thumb traces your jawline. "i'm talking about how we could never be brother and sister. because brother and sister do not act like this, angel.” his face is so close to yours, his voice so quiet and low you could barely hear his words. you can't help but look away, his words are hitting harder than you thought they could. your face burns as you remember all the times you've sat on his lap, kissed his cheek, cuddled with him, and the way he looked at you after all those moments. your heart begins racing as you remember all the little things- things you thought were normal but now realize never were.

"did i really do all of that without realizing?" your voice was breathy as you whispered out to him, staring over his shoulder towards the wall behind him in an attempt to avoid his eyes. you can feel his soft breath against your cheek as he smiles down at you, his hand still on your cheek. 

tanaka looks at you again, almost relieved but there's a bit of guilt on his face as well. "you did all of that and more..." he says quietly and your heart skips a beat. more? he couldn't possibly mean it in that way… you turn your head back to face him again, your eyes wide when you hear his words.

"w-what else did i do…?"

his eyes are locked on yours yet again, his face is completely serious now. “you kissed me once..." 

the words drop like a ton of bricks and you’re suddenly frozen in place as your heart sinks, your breath caught in your throat. i did what?

"w-wait, what? when?" your eyes are bolting back and forth, unsure if you wanted to look at him or just your hands. "was it at one of those parties we went to? you know i don't remember what i do when i get drunk…”

he chuckles softly, his smile sweet and he looks like he’s enjoying watching you squirm with discomfort. "yeah, it was at one of those parties... you were really drunk,” he says softly, still smiling at you, but he looks a bit sad now. "you kissed me a few times, actually, you wouldn't leave me alone…” 

the memories suddenly begin flooding back, and you realize he’s right. at that one party you wouldn't let him go, your arms were wrapped around him and your lips glued to his all night. "i-i thought... that that was just some... weird dream i had and kept remembering..." your voice is breathy as you whisper back to him, basically frozen in place as you try to figure out how to speak normally again.

"it was real... you kissed me, a lot." he caresses your cheek slowly. "you're just so beautiful when you're drunk. it's funny, you always get really clingy with me, wanting to be close, wrapping your arms around me and kissing my neck." he chuckles some more, finding the situation adorable while you're rabidly blushing with your heart doing cartwheels.

your face burns bright red as you hurriedly tuck your face into his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. "i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry-” your voice is quiet and quick as you talked against his chest.

"you're cute when you're apologizing too,” he whispers, making your skin crawl again. you can feel his laughter as he wraps both his arms around you, holding your head against him, his face still locked on yours. “why’re you apologizing? you didn't do anything wrong... you were just drunk. it was funny, you kept calling me little nicknames… you sounded a bit ridiculous.” he chuckles again as his hands run through your hair.

"oh my godddd, that's so embarrassing!" you whine out, lifting your head to look at him with a pout. "you act like that during the day though, so no picking on me.”

tanaka chuckles again, his hands not letting go of you as he looks into your eyes, his expression softening. a grin spreads across his face and you realize that he's not mad or upset, he's actually really happy. "okay... okay, i won’t pick on you. but just so you know... i did kinda like the things you said to me.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head with a smile. "of course you did, ryu." a small laugh slipping from your lips. your giggle makes his smile grow, seeming to enjoy watching your reactions. the light of the room is so warm, his body comforting to be against. his hands running through your hair makes you feel like you could fall asleep right now in his arms.

"can i ask you a question..." he asks softly, staring down at you.

you tilt your head slightly, staring back at him with a confused expression. "what is it, tanaka?” he's quiet for a moment, his eyes staring into yours. his voice is so soft that you have to lean in closer to him so you can hear him when he finally speaks up.

"why did you think you were in love with that other dude?" he mumbles, his thumbs caressing the side of your face.

“w-well..." your voice trails off as you try to think of an answer. "i never really thought about it, to be honest... i think, because i thought that we only viewed each other as really close friends, i didn't consider my feelings about you, and he was just the next best thing.”

his lips curve into a smile as your answer comes out. “he was the next best thing? so... you never liked him?" his hands are caressing you, your hair and your waist, and his gaze is so soft, it’s hard to believe that he's the same loud and aggressive guy you know. he seems so gentle right now, his face softer. "but... what about us?”

you sit there in silence, trying to slow your breathing as you stare back at his face- you can’t keep your eyes off of his smile though. the grin grows wider as he waits for your answer, distracting you to the point where you can almost taste the butterflies in your stomach as you realize what all he’s saying. his hand comes up to your cheek again so he can touch your nose and gently tap it. "you okay? you're not answering!" he teases in the cutest voice you’ve heard from him.

your eyes lift to stare at his, breathing deeply as you begin to slowly nod your head.

he leans closer to your face until you're nose to nose, feeling his breath on yours, so close you could kiss him. his eyes are locked on yours and you feel like you're drowning, your conscience practically chanting to you-

do it, don't think about the consequences. just do what this feeling in your chest tells you to do... kiss him…

you realize you haven't said anything, your mind is trying to convince you in every way to kiss him, but the words are stuck in your throat. he gently brushes strands of hair away from your face and your eyebrows raise as he caresses the side of your neck and jaw... you want him, and he wants you, but neither of you say anything. "do you know what's going through my mind right now?" he whispers, his mouth an inch from yours.

"w-what is it, ryu?" you whisper out with a shaky breath.

"i'm thinking about how soft your skin is…” his words are slow, as if he's trying his best to pick the right words. you can feel the tension between the two of you, so close. "i'm thinking about how your mouth would taste…” he whispers, his breath hot against you. you can feel the tips of his lips on your neck as you shiver slightly. "i'm thinking about how your neck would feel on my tongue…” his voice sounds like a low growl at that moment, and it makes your heart rise to your throat. squeezing your eyes shut, you take in a deep breath before opening them back up and staring into his.

"maybe you should try it out…"

his eyes widen as you say those words, not believing you just said that. he nods slowly and you can feel his fingers grab your chin, his thumb caressing your lower lip for a moment before leaning forward and connecting his mouth with yours.

your eyes close but you can feel every movement of his lips as they explore yours, trying to memorize the feeling. he quickly breaks the kiss and looks down at you, his face burning with red with a soft smile on his lips. "godddd... you're amazing…” his eyes looking you up and down, almost in shock. "you taste nice,” he murmurs, so close you can feel his warm breath hitting your face before he leans down to kiss you again.

his lips are chapped, and he smells lightly of sweat, probably because he was working out before he immediately came running to your house. but at that moment, it was perfect. you smile against his lips, kissing him back as your body melts in his hold.

tongue meeting his as it slips into your mouth, a wave of butterflies rush through your stomach, and you can’t help but whimper. it’s almost like you were made for each other. your hands move to wrap around his neck and pull him closer as you deepen the kiss. it feels like time’s stopped before he finally pulls away, your body is still wrapped around his, and he looks deep into your eyes with a smile. "you're so soft..." he whispers, his hand running through your hair. a small moan slips from your mouth against his lips, and your eyes fly open in embarrassment as you yank your head back.

tanaka smiles softly and pulls you back in for another kiss. your lips mold to his, your arms are holding him as tight as possible, your legs are still wrapped around him as he pulls you further into his lap, feeling his fingers run across your thighs, his hands gently caressing you and sending shivers down your spine that makes you start to moan again. your eyes ease closed once more, enjoying the new sensations as his lips break away from you.

“you're so hot,” he whispers with a breathy voice.

you whimper lightly with a pout, staring back into his eyes. “why do you talk like that, ryu?” you ask, your face starting to blush.

"you're making me do it... look at how hot you look in my lap.” he chuckles softly, his eyes staring at your legs wrapped around him. "you're so beautiful.”

the heat is increasing, and you feel so flushed all over- all you can see is him, all you can hear is him, you cannot feel anything else but him and it's driving you crazy. "i want you so bad,” he whispers, the words easily slipping from his lips. your legs grip tighter around his waist, pulling you closer as his fingers start to travel your skin. you can't help the loud moan spilling from your lips when you hear his words, skin burning under his touch. he lets out a quiet groan, his hands traveling up your thigh as you start to squirm atop him. your body feels like it’s on fire, his lips glued to your neck.

"so hot... so hot…” he whispers, his tongue lightly licking the skin of your neck. the sensation is enough to make you whimper as you feel his hands sliding down your body.

his hands suddenly grip your hips, pressing them down and pulling them towards him, then slowly pushing them back. with his mouth attached to your neck, he aids you in grinding against his lap, back and forth as whines spill from your mouth at the hot feeling. you can feel him pulsing in his pants as he looks at you, his breath hot against your neck while he bites lightly and pushes his hips towards you again. "just take them off, baby.” he whispers, his voice low and husky, his words punctuated with moans.

"r-ryu? w-wha..." his words catch you by surprise, and your heartbeat starts racing when you realize what he said. your eyes are closed, and you want to open them and look at him, but you're too embarrassed.

"you heard me,” he whispers back. "i just... wanna suck on them..." his voice sounds needy as he starts kissing and licking your neck again, his hands sliding up your shirt and you can feel his warm fingers teasing your skin. he pauses for a moment to watch you, smiling at you grinding on him as his hands rub your body.

your hips stutter and stop moving, breath panting as you realize what he just said. slowly opening your eyes to stare back at him in soft shock, nod your head slightly, and shyly lift your arms.

you can’t help but notice the happiness in his eyes when he sees your response, and begin to feel his hands caressing you. one hand pets at your body while the other gently tugs on the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it. you can feel your heart beating up into your throat as he pulls the shirt over your head, leaving you sitting in only your bra, his gaze now completely locked on you. his fingers begin to gently brush against the exposed skin of your breast, and he looks hungry.

he hums again, licking his lips while his eyes are glued to your chest, on the verge of drooling. "i wanna kiss them.” he whispers, lips almost hovering over your bra, biting his lip almost in a teasing way. he’s enjoying himself so much, while your body feels like it’s on fire and your breath is becoming ragged. suddenly, his lips lower on your breast.

you can’t help the small whimpers that escape your mouth when his lips attach to your skin, legs tightening their grip around his hips as your body shivers under his touch. “ryu!”

voice sounding so cute and sexy in his ears, he can’t help but enjoy every second of this. you start to squirm violently in his lap, but he’s strong enough to keep you in place, his lips hungry and your legs squeezing tighter around him. tanaka lets out a muffled moan as he starts kissing and licking your chest, sucking marks into your skin while his face feels like it’s burning. his fingers travel up your stomach and tease under your bra strap, hands mapping the curves of your body, making your breath catch in your throat.

"if i'm gonna do this, then i won’t stop until i've kissed every… single… part of you…”

a long whine slips from your mouth as you feel tanaka's calloused fingers pull your bra up and over your head, removing it as he leans back to stare with a smirk. it makes a bright blush spread across your skin as you try to turn and hide your face. "r-ryu? y-you're staring…”

his eyes are glued to your chest, drinking you in like you’re some sort of heaven-sent deity. your chest is completely bare, so vulnerable, and he's making it more obvious with his eyes. "you have the most perfect tits…” he whispers, his voice shaking. he's staring obsessively, his mouth forming a tiny smirk at his words while caressing your left breast softly with his fingers, his gaze is transfixed on it. "your body is so beautiful.”

your legs tighten around his waist, squirming in his lap when you hear what he said. "don't say that!" you whimper, embarrassed by his words and touches.

"am i not allowed to say that you have hot tits?" he asks with a smirk. he leans forward and licks across your chest, biting down on your nipple. it causes a sharp pain that makes you stiffen and yelp from shock, but the sensation eases and quickly changes to tingles of pleasure. his jaw drops slightly when he hears the whine slip from your lips, but he doesn't pull away, his eyes staring like a hawk, gaze completely locked on you and your body.

the bite has your mind racing, and when you squeeze your legs harder around his waist, you can feel his bulge stiffening underneath your ass. it makes you freeze and a deep blush spreads across your skin, looking back into his eyes.

tanaka’s breath grows heavier, and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. you feel so close to him... you want more of him. he lets out a long groan as his head rolls back and grabs your legs, pressing you down and pulling you closer to him so you rub against his clothed cock. you feel him pressing up against you through the clothes, all you can see in his eyes is lust.

"d-do you wanna...?" you whisper out with a shaky voice, your face burning red in embarrassment at the fact you just said that out loud.

he looks as if he's trying not to jump atop you the second that question leaves your mouth, struggling to form solid words. he nods slowly but you can tell from his wide eyes that he wants you. “so… so bad…” he murmurs, voice so low. his cheeks are slightly darkened from your words, and a smirk grows on his face as he nods at you.

"i've wanted to since the day i met you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and demeanor soft. he leans into you again, right hand moving up your back as your legs squeeze around his waist once again, his breathing is uneven and heart pounding.

"you do realize that we met in grade school, tanaka... that implies you've wanted to sleep with me since we were kids.” a small grin spreads across your face, trying to break the awkward tension.

his eyes go wide for a second, but he just shrugs. "well... i might've had thoughts back then,” he says with a teasing smirk. it makes you realize how different he is with just you- soft and funny. when he's playing volleyball, he's so loud and aggressive, but when he's like this, he's almost calm and endearing. he keeps his smile and his voice softens as he speaks again. "you know what i meant, baby. you're just so pretty…”

"tanaka... we were seven,” you respond with a giggle.

"i know,” he chuckles softly, resting his head on your chest. "you had a bit of baby fat back then but... i thought it was kinda cute, honestly." he pauses, "you still have some, but it's all in the right places so you don't need to worry, my little angel.” his voice is as soft as it can get, his fingertips drawing small circles across the valley of your breasts.

a smile creeps on your face as you lean in towards him, pressing a small kiss on his lips while your fingers creep under the hem of his shirt, tugging at it in an attempt to pull it up. with a light grin on his face and his stomach exposed, he sighs with a smile. "you're that eager to start already?" he chuckles, his eyes staring at your hands as they grab at the fabric. the abs covering his stomach flex with his heavy breathing, and you can’t help but giggle back at him.

"you're the one that's been biting my tits, haven't you?" you say with a small smirk, teasing him back. he lets out a low groan that sounds almost animalistic, staring with such hunger in his eyes that you can’t help but feel exposed and vulnerable.

“y-yep,” he says slowly, the grin on his blushing face quivering while he tries his best to hold back more sounds coming out of him. "they look... really nice..." he pauses, "i didn't know you were going to look that hot.” tanaka’s words sound so genuine, yet you can’t help but feel flustered when he speaks about your body. "should i keep going?" he asks, his voice quiet and laced with lust. you feel his teeth on your neck as he leans in and whispers to you.

"if i keep going, then i'm going all the way..." his tone sounds almost threatening, making a small shiver run down your spine. staring back into his grey eyes, you take a deep breath and roll your hips hard against his lap.

"do it..."

your words drive him crazy, and he can’t hold back a long moan as he lets out a deep sigh. "that's really naughty,” he comments in a low voice as he pulls you closer to himself, his mouth attaching to your neck as his hands finally slide down past your tummy. he starts gently rubbing you through the fabric of your jeans, palming and stroking at your heat. 

squirming in his lap as you feel him toying with the button of your jeans, your face suddenly flushes bright red. "d-don't stare at them... i had just grabbed the first set from the top of my drawer today, and i didn't think that something like this would be happening, and-" your rambling was quickly cut off when you felt his fingers grip at the top of your panties.

"i'm gonna stare as much as i want to, little minx.” he teases, his voice raspy and filled with lust. tanaka looks up at you and your blushing face, chuckling softly, but he can’t help but stare as he pulls down your jeans. "jesus..." he mumbles under his breath, almost speechless as he sees the material on your skin. 

tiny. lace. black.

"well... hello.” his voice shifts, deeper and his tone becoming serious. you feel his fingers teasing you for a moment before he moves his hands away from your panties and starts toying with the waistband. "you picked a good pair,” he whispers with a smirk as he pulls the zipper down. you feel your cheeks burning as his hands skim your thighs, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, feeling yourself getting wet under his touch.

"don't move your legs again,” he growls when his fingers begin to work quickly removing your jeans. tanaka suddenly flips you around, pushing your back into the couch cushion, leaving you staring up at him with wide eyes. he's breathing harder than before as he pulls them down, leaving your legs bare. the sight of your skin makes him gulp, and he lets out a small moan as his eyes become glued to your body. chills run across your skin as you lay under him, your breathing heavy, left in only the tiny panties.

you're completely vulnerable under this hot guy who's looking at you like you're the most edible thing in the world; your body flush with him, feeling his weight atop you, and you can’t help but squirm.

"thought i told you not to move your legs again.” 

if he could make a sound to match the lust behind those words, it'd be a low, animalistic snarl- in this moment, he's a predator, and you’re his prey. he nips your neck once again while he removes his shirt, his lips leaving love bites all over you. when the shirt is off his chest he looks down on you again, his expression fierce and his gaze ravenous. tanaka reaches out and grabs the sides of your panties, pulling the elastic and snapping it back onto your skin with a sharp sting. he stops for a second and takes in the sight of your body, legs bare and your breasts laying out for his viewing. "god... you're so... perfect..." his voice is hoarse and filled with desire, his eyes glued on you.

you subconsciously squeeze your legs together when you hear his words, suddenly embarrassed at the state you’re in. "c-can you take off your pants too?" you whisper back shyly.

a soft moan slips from his mouth and his eyes look down at you when he feels your legs squeeze together, biting his lip again as he can’t take his eyes off you. his expression is full of lust and his gaze is transfixed on your body, the way he looks at you is feral, but it’s like he can’t help himself, unbuttoning his pants almost immediately. 

"i guess since you're so bold i can return the favor…” tanaka’s breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull off his pants. he stops after his pants have just past his hips, giving you a small, teasing smile as he looks at you, eyes focused on yours. his gaze is almost predatory, but you know he’s not gonna hurt you. in one swift motion he yanks his pants down and your body shivers at the sight. you've seen boys’ bodies before, but this feels… different.

"you like?” all that's left is the pair of thin grey boxers that are tightly wrapped around his waist, and he can’t help but groan when he sees your reaction. his eyes are on you once again and it looks like he’s about to pounce. "you're such a dirty little thing,” he whispers in a soft tone, the words making your cheeks flush. "look at your panties.”

when he says that, you can’t help but notice how it feels. your panties, visibly damp, a small squelch audible when you shift your thighs in embarrassment. "i- i…" you can’t even form a full sentence. he smiles and leans forward, your cheeks flushed as he smirks.

"you're wet…”

"did i do that to you?" voice teasing with a playful smile, lowering his hands to your thighs. "you're so naughty for me…” his voice is like a purr, coming from deep in his chest. everything about him is so hot- from the voice, to his appearance, to the way all of it is making you feel in that moment.

he licks his lips as he looks at you, starting to pull those panties off your legs. a small gasp leaves your lips once he pulls them lower, chills running across your body when he bends to kiss your thighs gently. the feeling of his lips on your skin is incredible and he seems to be savoring every second of it. his hands travel up your legs towards your pussy, sliding a finger through your folds and moaning when he pulls it away.

“fuckkk… you are so wet,” he says in a quiet voice, gazing up at you from between your legs. his words make your muscles clench and legs squirm as you feel his breath on your skin.

"y-your turn... you need to t-take yours off too-" your voice is shaky as you stutter and struggle to respond, feeling almost overwhelmed already. he looks up at you and the look in his eyes makes you shiver once again, his mouth traveling further up your thighs.

he chuckles and shakes his head, "only if you ask me nicely.” his hands slide down your hips and he starts to grip your legs, the feeling making your pussy clench as he looks back down on you with a smirk.

"please, ryunosuke…” you whisper lightly, panting lightly and staring back at him with babydoll eyes.

"i like it when you say my name,” he says in a breathy voice as he slowly pulls your legs apart, his hand traveling up your thigh. you see those sharp, hawk-like eyes at you as he lets go of your legs and caresses your body, mouth close to your skin and growling as he moves a hand to tease your clit while the other pinches your nipple. he looks up at your face, the whimpers he hears from you making his smile bigger.

"you are so adorable…” he whispers in a lusty tone, his hands pulling away from your skin as he slowly stands. pulling his boxers down, you finally understood what your other friends meant when they gossiped about “breeder balls”, because tanaka looked like the walking definition of that. heavy, swollen, and hanging, it makes your pussy subconsciously drip at the sight; now you're the one looking awestruck. he pauses for a second when he realizes that you're just staring at him, your eyes glued to his skin, studying and trying to memorize his body- his flexed abs, chiseled biceps, the faintest trail of dark hair leading from his tummy to his cock. his legs are muscular and athletic, and when he leans down, his knees hit the edge of the couch so that his legs are situated between yours. 

still in a trance, he lifts one of your legs and kisses your inner thigh again, making your breathing shallow. pulling you closer to him, your body now pressing against his with nothing covering, he bites your neck and sighs, "oh god... you're so sensitive right now…” his voice is hoarse, the feeling of his teeth biting into your tender neck making you squirm again. as he leans over you, his body pressing onto yours, you can feel him start to rut against your tummy while he nibbles your neck. the feeling is overwhelming, making you whimper and whine in response.

"r-ryu... please!”

"be careful what you wish for angel, it's hard for me not to get turned on when you're so demure about this…” his voice is hoarse, hand reaching to the small of your back as he pulls you up towards him, his face filled with desire. “now, ask if i want you.” there's hunger in his eyes as he stares at you.

"d-do you w-want me, ryunosuke?” your voice comes out in a small whimper, stuttering as you try to compose yourself enough to think past his distracting touches. your words make him stop in his tracks and he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face, like a child. "mhm... i love it when you talk like that."

tanaka’s body is practically throbbing with the amount of lust that's radiating from him, lifting his head as he pulls your waist closer, your bodies pressed together as he kisses your neck repeatedly, leaving a litter of marks across your skin. the feeling is almost overpowering- his movements are rough, biting and kissing your neck with a force that makes you moan and whine and feel like your entire body is vibrating. he lifts one of your legs and pulls it around his hip, rubbing your thigh and rocking his hips back and forth against it. your body can't help but squirm and shiver from his touches, it feels too good and you don’t want him to stop, but you know he wants to do more…

the feeling was building up, to the point where you feel like you’re going insane under his hands.

"in..." you manage to whisper out between shaking pants. his eyes snap up to your face when he hears that, smiling back and responding with a voice full of lust.

"yes, baby?" his tongue flattens and drags up your neck towards your jaw, the tip of his nose touching your cheek. "say it louder this time, my little angel.” his voice is deep and hoarse, breathing heavily, and the only words you can understand are "my little angel" because in this moment, that's what you are to him.

you feel him push you as far back into the couch as possible, your body pinned under his weight. his hands squeeze your hips and your legs wrap around him tightly without a second thought. voice sounding closer to loud whines as you squirm under his touch, you can’t help but whimper in want for him to do more.

"please ryu... in."

"oh god, you really are so naughty.” his tone is a low groan as he hears your pleas, smiling down at you, almost making you feel lightheaded. "what'd you say you want?" he whispers, his breath is heavy as he stares at your face. you feel his body quiver, and he seems nervous for the first time, but he looks so excited when he speaks again. “again… say it again, baby.”

you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, trying to pull him closer as you whine louder for him. "ryunosuke! in!”

the way your body is shaking and how your face is flushed red makes it all the more desirable for him, leaning forward to catch your mouth with his again, kissing you slowly.

he pulls away from the kiss and your eyes meet in such an intimate moment, breathless as his gaze looks intense, hungry. his eyes glow with pure desire as you squeeze your legs around him, his hands gripping hard onto your hips.

"good girl,” he whispers to you as he leans in again, burying his nose into your neck. you feel his tongue running up to your ear before he lets out a deep breath, reaching downward and gripping his cock. tapping the head against your clit, he positions himself, finally doing what you both had been imagining for years.

"i love you, my little angel.”

his eyes squeeze shut and he lets out a loud groan as he pushes in, his body shuddering when he feels how tight you are. tanaka attacks your lips with his, kissing you deeply while pressing the both of you further into the couch cushions. when your eyes flutter back open, you’re met with the image of him leaning over you, his mouth in a snarl and eyes in deep focus of your body. everything feels so intense, your breathing turning heavy and every cell in your body pulsing from the feeling. his body presses harder into yours as he slides deeper and deeper, until he’s able to fully push against the base.

"fuck... i can't tell you how long i've waited for this…” his breathing is heavy as he starts to slowly pull back, and for a second you think that he’s going to be gentle- but this is tanaka you’re with. he snaps his hips back towards you, hard, drilling deep in a thrust that makes you cry out. hearing the sound makes his eyes roll back with a long moan, his hips moving so fast that the couch shifts.

your breath is shaking and your body quivers as he pounds in, the movements making your teeth clench and eyes squeeze shut. "g-god... how are you like this?”

he definitely wasn't holding back…

"because i'm finally getting you all to myself, baby..." his voice is hoarse and he still seems nervous, but he’s loving every second of this situation. his eyes are fixated on you, fingers gripping your hips tight as he drops his head back to your neck and you feel his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin.

you can’t help but moan and whimper from his movements, feeling like your body is disconnected and you’re dreaming. "r-ryu..." your voice sounds almost drunk on the feeling, begging him for more.

the movement doesn't stop and he stares down at you with this look of excitement and lust, his eyes telling how important you are to him. he keeps thrusting his cock deep in you, his lips glued onto your neck, leaving small hickeys all over the exposed skin. something about seeing you so deep in pleasure makes his body practically vibrate as he stares down at you, watching your eyes roll back as you whine like a baby. this is a side of you he's never seen before, and he can't stop himself now that he has it.

"god, you're so cute,” he growls in a low tone, grabbing onto your chin and biting behind your earlobe once more. your legs wrap around his lower back, hands running across anything you can reach as your nails drag, clawing into his shoulder blades and leaving small trails of red across his skin. the thrusts are gradually going faster and faster, and he’s whispering dirty things into your ear, making you feel like your body is melting. you can feel your tongue lolling out of your panting mouth as you fling your head back, and you're making loud noises that you've never made before, but you just don't care anymore. you just want to be his.

"h-h-harder..." your voice is coming out in shaky pants, unable to control yourself at that point. “r-ryu..." you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, “m-more.”

"oh, i’m not even started yet, baby.” the voice is low and fierce when you ask him for more, a devilish grin spreading his face as he chuckles. he seems completely different when it comes to this, like an animal in heat. this side of him seems like one you'll never see outside of the house, and yet you can't help but love it this way. he puts even more force, thrusting deeper as his hands slide up your thighs with a moan slipping from his mouth. "you love it, huh?" 

there's no way you're going to answer him, your body has taken over the conversation for you with all the whining moans and squirming you can’t avoid doing. everything is so overwhelming, but at the same time, it's the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life. he makes you feel like you're exploding, your body sensitive to everything and he's only increasing it all. he starts to speak again but the words make no sense to your ears. there’s only one feeling that's overwhelming it all- pleasure.

your whole body is writhing and your back arches up, moaning with your fingernails digging into his back to the point where you’re convinced he’ll have scars later. the feeling that you're experiencing right now is the best thing you've ever felt. "close, ryu- close!" your voice is breathy, squirming in his hold. you can't help it anymore, feeling disconnected from your body and able to tell you’re about to finish.

his breathing is even heavier, his tone satire when he chuckles at you. "do you want me to slow down?" the way his voice sounds is almost too much for you to handle- it's so deep and his voice still has that slight edge to it that makes your body melt. "i didn't think you’d want me to stop... right?”

your eyes fly open with a look of panic. "no! no no no, please don't!" you bawl out. the whines sound so submissive but you can't escape this feeling- it’s overwhelming and you feel so pathetic, almost begging for him- and he loves what he's hearing.

tanaka chuckles, his laugh sending chills straight down your back. “i think i’ll keep going then,” he teases, and it’s hard to even understand what exactly he's saying over how much the couch is squeaking from his strong thrusts. you can't speak at that moment, your body so deep in its own world that you can barely even think, going into shock from the amount of pleasure you're feeling. his body is moving at such a fast pace, his big swollen balls smacking into the skin of your ass, and the only you can do is hold onto him. "fuckkk... you're choking my cock-” 

all you hear in your ears is him moaning and groaning, and you feel so light, like you're not even on the couch anymore. your body feels like it's being electrocuted, tensing up and shaking as you let out a shriek. “ryu!” your pussy clenches around his length, gushing and spraying onto his pelvis with a long cry.

"oh god, did you just-” you can hear his breath getting even heavier than before as his eyes widen. you nod your head, shivering as your body comes down from its high. “that's so cute…” his fast movements definitely don't help you to calm down much though, and you can't help but continue to pant with your eyes squeezed tightly.

"hold on, little angel,” he whispers with a smile, starting to move even faster. his hips roll back and forth, every movement bringing you closer and closer to another orgasm. you feel him grab your hips tightly, wanting you to feel every movement as he pounds into you, and he’s definitely not slowing down. body still quivering, it feels like your muscles have turned into jello, your nails clawing into the back of his neck holding on for dear life.

you’re squirming like a child, and when you try to speak up, your voice comes out in small whimpers. “r-r-ryu?"

“what’s up, baby?" he asks with a panting voice between deep thrusts, his movements not stopping. “what’s wrong?”

“i-i..." you can't help but stutter, skin flushed in embarrassment as you try to hide your face in your shoulder. “can you touch me d-down there?” 

it’s such a small question, something that tanaka wouldn’t think twice about considering you’re already past that point, but your sheepish reaction makes him melt. he stares at you as he bites his lip, eyes wide when the words slowly sink in with him. "oh my god, i’m… if you want me to..." his voice becomes hoarse as his words trail off, a blush spreading across his face. it’s almost like he can't believe what you just said, but he can't control his happiness.

“why are you so cute?" he whispers, a smile creeping back across his cheeks and his face gleaming with excitement. your breath is shaky from what you just asked, but you know it’s what you want.

“please, ryu.”

"geez, i can't believe you said that… you’re making me crazy.” his body continues rocking back and forth, his breaths becoming even more frantic as he stares at you, reaching a hand to cup your mound. sliding one of his long fingers down, he swipes until he finds your clit, suddenly putting pressure on it and rubbing in quick circles. you start shaking even more than before, and it's like your entire body is going insane- you feel your muscles tense up all at once, your gummy walls compressing around his cock, making him moan louder than before. you bite your lip harshly as your body begins tensing, becoming even more sensitive from the pleasure he’s giving you.

the smile on his face never disappears but his skin starts flushing as that excitement turns into overstimulation. "fuck... angel, i'm so close…” hoarse groans slip from his mouth, his movements becoming even quicker while your legs wrap around his waist like a pair of snakes.

you reach up quickly, arching your back and pulling him down to kiss you. your nails scrape down his back as you moan in his mouth, eyes squeezing tight to hide how overwhelmed you’re becoming.

tanaka lets out a deep growl as his mouth meets yours, trying to mimic your exact movements, but he can't stop himself from moaning. you can feel his body shaking, his lips attacking yours, tongues clashing sloppily, and it's like he can't get enough of you.

his tongue moves around your mouth, licking and mapping every inch of your lips, breathing deep and hard, whispering out between pants.

“you’re… so… hot…”

his movements are getting more and more intense- his dick ramming into the back of your walls, his heavy sack hitting the fat of your ass while his fingers abuse your clit- and you can't help but pull your mouth away from his and let out a long, loud cry as your body begins to shake, pussy squeezing tightly around him.

“fuckfuckfuck-” tanaka’s voice is hoarse and high-pitched, and he seems so shocked by your sudden reaction. you can tell by the way his body moves that he's on edge, thrusting faster and faster. "you can't do this to me, baby!”

you feel his whole body trembling at this point, grabbing your hips tight and gripping so hard you’re convinced there’ll be indentions in the morning. he doesn't speak anything else but your name, his voice sounding almost like he's crying, and you can tell he’s trying to hold on for as long as he can, but there's no stopping the feeling of bliss rolling over him. "a...angel... i... i'm..." his voice cuts off a bit and you hear him biting the words back between clenched teeth, trying to hold back longer.

"hnnng..." his groan sounds gruff and pinched as he finally gives in to his need, letting out a sharp moan of pleasure as everything in him crashes. his whole body tenses up and his face is flushed. "ah... aahh…” his eyes are clenched shut and his face is contorting a bit, squeezing your thigh so tight, it makes your muscles shake like crazy.

tanaka lets out an animalistic growl as his body shudders at the intense release. you can feel him pulsing in you, his cock twitching as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. he suddenly pulls you even closer to him, as close as he can get to your burning skin, and all of the feelings are overwhelming your entire body. you both feel it at the same time- something like a shockwave, everything in your bodies exploding and the sensation you're feeling is too much to handle. 

he eventually pulls himself out slowly, and lets out a loud moan as he looks down, his hand gripping tighter on your thigh. “wow…” you glance down in confusion to see what he's so mesmerized about, and find his cum spilling out of your pussy, dripping slowly onto the couch below.

“h-holy…”

his eyes are glued to the intimate sight below, still breathing heavily even though he's caught his breath. “i just... fuck…” he bites his lip and looks back at you, struggling to speak because he's so stunned.

"that's really hot..." tanaka seems a little shy as he smiles nervously, laughing a little under his breath, “that... that’s a lot!" his expression switches quickly, and he now almost looks proud of himself. as you raise your eyes to look up at him, you can't help but smile back at his reaction.

“you’re such a dork, ryu..." you whisper out, shaking your head with a small giggle.

"a dork..?” he pouts at you. "i thought i did pretty good there…" his eyes flicker between you and the mess on the couch before slowly moving his focus back to you. you're still stuck in your moment of bliss, your smile so adorable in his eyes. “how about a shower?”

your smile widens as you stare back at him, raising your arms to grab at him. “you gotta carry meee,” you tease back to him.

"oh you're asking for it.” he grins and leans in, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you up like a princess. you cling to his neck tightly as he stands from the couch, giving you a small kiss on your nose with a wink.

“deal.”

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a/n: debating what i wanna post next, i basically have 3 different things in the "planning/lightly started" category- a one shot and two that are multi chapter fics. i had tried to plan one of them to be a one shot as well, but when i started i realized it would have to be longer to fully finish the story to what i want it to be :P so idk, leave comments, thoughts, etc. on it lol

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His Heart - Alastor x Crybaby!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: BACK FROM THE DEAD! CATCH THESE ALASTOR HEADCANONS FOR MY BEATIFUL ANON THAT REQUESTED IT! Reader can have any pronouns for this one :)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝓖𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓜𝓪𝓷 | 𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔃

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🎙️ First of all, anything and everything that could possibly threaten or offend you would immediately be his first priority when bringing you anywhere.

🎙️ Also, despite Alastor's aversion to touch, he’s made quite the exception for you, and allows you to tuck yourself into his arms and he’ll whisk you away from any kind of danger or uncomfortable situation at the first sight of tears.

🎙️ Has to resist the urge to literally lick them away so instead peppers your neck with kisses and love bites to tickle you until you start giggling and trying to push him away.

🎙️ "Ah, there's that smile I missed so much~..."

🎙️ This man loves being your white knight, always there to swoop in and protect you, and kiss all of your troubles away.

🎙️️ “Hush, hush, now, darling. You’re safe with me… I’ll never let any sort of harm befall you.” Alastor rakes his crimson-tipped claws through your hair, his gloves removed, and his sleeves rolled up to around his forearms as you buried your face into his neck.

🎙️️ Those pesky deer instincts had been kicking in again, as it always had whenever you were upset, tugging at his heels, every thought racing back to you, and pestering him with the primal urge to comfort his mate partner.

🎙️ You sniffled and stared up at him with a barrage of tears threatening to spill down your face. “You promise?”

🎙️ “I promise, chère. I'll never leave your side.” He couldn’t help to stifle the fond smile that crept onto his face as you hugged him tighter, a soft whisper of an “I love you,” making his tail wag against the seat furiously as his ears flop down against his head.

🎙️ Adores how clingy and needy you become for him, and that old-fashioned mindset his mother taught Alastor to carry himself with always bringing itself to the surface whenever you’re in need.

🎙️ Begrudgingly allow you to pet his ears and give extra attention to his tail to put you in a better mood, trying to hide how much he enjoys hearing your melodic laughter as you play with his hair and tug on his deer ears.

🎙️ Not in public, mind you. Alastor’s love for you may go deeper than the very depths of the ocean itself, but he still has a reputation to uphold as the Radio Demon!

🎙️ Becomes the smuggest bastard on earth whenever you hide yourself away in his presence, knowing that he’s the only person that you trust to protect you.

🎙️ You were also extremely shy and hesitant to meet the rest of the hotel staff, but you also trusted Alastor to protect you from anything that could hurt you, and so you agreed.

🎙️ And that seemed to be a huge mistake at first, since your first few minutes at the Hazbin Hotel were spent with being overwhelmed by the very tall - and very excitable - Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell.

🎙️ Alastor had to fend her off with an irritated, twitching smile and a protective arm around your shoulder that pulled you away the moment that the princess jumped in front of you and took your hands in hers.

🎙️ "Oh! Did Alastor bring us a new resident? Are you here to redeem yourself-!?"

🎙️ "Hardly," you'd stiffened under his grip, unfamiliar with the bite in Alastor's voice as he cut Charlie off. "I'm simply showing them around the hotel for just a bit, no need to pester them with your silly ideas," you pout just a bit as he simply laughs in her face, and you, with your big, compassionate heart, reach out for her with a weak, soft smile.

🎙️ "Well, I think it's a wonderful idea..." You grasp Charlie's hands, and she bites back a tearful squeal as she starts to explain her vision of the hotel to you.

🎙️ Alastor's expression softens slightly at your display of kindness; however naive and misplaced he believes it to be.

🎙️ You were a sensitive soul, true, but you had warmth in your heart, a warmth that he had selfishly hogged all to himself, and definitely wasn't accustomed to it being shared amongst other people.

🎙️ But, after you'd spent the day around the residents and had grown rather close to each of them - despite his immediate displeasure at seeing you cozy up to so many people - Alastor decided to allow you to stay with him at the hotel, rather than hide you away in his radio tower like usual.

🎙️ But Alastor would have to soon invest in more revisions and fortifications for the hotel, and your very own room to protect you, of course.

🎙️ Alastor couldn't let something as important as you be torn away from him, not when he had just found you, when you just started trusting him with your own, precious heart that he valued above all.

🎙️ "Anything for you, darling. Anything to keep your smile."

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: So... It's been a while, a lot of things are happening and changing right now that I'm not about to get into since that's a whole other can of worms rn, but I will be getting some more headway with requests and writing headcanons! Please do keep in mind that drabbles/oneshots take a bit longer for me to write up since I tend to over-fixate on one, SINGULAR goddamn chapter

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (7)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, tension, sexy mobsters, fluff, first date, talk about sex, making out, fingering, oral (fem rec), voyeurism, a little nipple play, dirty talk

Indecent Proposal (6)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Last time on Indecent Proposal…

“So, sweetness,” Bucky gets bold and moves his hand between your spread thighs, “are you on the menu for Bucky tonight?”

Now, …

Your breath hitches in your throat. Bucky’s fingers pull your panties aside to get access to what he’s craving. 

“Bucky asked you a question doll,” Steve stands behind your chair to whisper in your ear. “Tell him if you want him to eat that sweet pussy of yours for an appetizer. We will have dinner after you come at least once.”

“Say yes and I will make you feel so good, sweetness.” Bucky flicks your clit, once, twice, three times. You grip the armrests, fighting to hold back a moan. 

“Baby don’t hold back. Let us hear all the sweet noises you can make.” Steve purrs in your ear. He runs his hands up and down your arms while his husband toys with your little nub. “Do it.”

“Oh…shit,” you wrap your hand around Bucky’s wrist to guide his movement. You rock your hips, humping his fingers. “Please…I need to cum…please…Bucky…”

“Bucky, give her what she’s craving,” the blonde jerks his head toward the table. “If she’s on the menu, we should present her like the most delicious meal you’ll ever eat.”

“No, don’t stop,” you growl as Bucky tries to remove his hand. “I wanna cum on your fingers first.” 

Both men chuckle as you rock your hips, desperate to fall over the edge. You don’t care that anyone outside the room can hear your needy moans or that your cat jumps onto the table to lie next to Bucky’s plate.

“Fuck, she’s so perfect,” Steve licks his lips. He pants heavily, hot breath fanning over your shoulders as you grip the edge of the table. “Baby, slow down. Take your time. Bucky won’t take his hand away.”

“I wanna…I’m gonna…fuck…” you gasp and moan. “His fingers…I want them inside…please.”

“Christ, she’s going to be the death of me.” They make quick work. Steve pulls the chair for you while Bucky easily lifts you to place you on the table. “Stevie, get me a pillow for her head.”

“What are you?” You squeak when Bucky carefully pushes you down on the table. Steve is quick to put a pillow under your head as his husband is busy sliding your panties down your legs. 

“Give them to me,” Steve purrs and catches your panties. He sniffs at the soaked fabric, making a guttural noise.

Bucky leans over your body, to press a searing kiss to your lips. “Just relax, sweetness. Bucky is going to give you all you need.”

“Please excuse my needy husband,” Steve chuckles darkly. “He hasn’t been in charge for a while. And we didn’t see such a pretty pussy in ages.”

“You mean like ever,” Bucky purrs as he kisses his way down your body. “She’s the prettiest girl I ever saw. I bet she’ll love me.”

Steve rolls his eyes at his husband’s words. Bucky always had a thing for dirty talk and praise. “Buck, stop making her wait. She’s getting impatient.”

“Aw, my pretty girl. I’m going to give you what you need.” 

You whimper when his lips press against your exposed sex. “Bucky…please.”

“Fuck, she smells so sweet,” Bucky nuzzles your cunt. “I will enjoy eating you, sweetness. I just don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

He bends down a little further and throws your legs over his shoulders. Bucky grips your ass to bring your glistening sex closer to his face. He takes a moment to inhale your scent before burying his face in your pussy.

“Oh—fuck…yes!” You exclaim loudly. Out of instinct, you grasp for Steve’s hand to bring it to your chest. “Please…shit…”

“He’s going to eat you alive,” Steve taunts and rips your dress open. He looks at your bra for a moment, considering his next step. “And I’m going to breed this cunt.”

He removes his hands to grab a knife from the table. You gasp when he carefully cuts your bra open. “Stevie,” you purr his name. “Touch me. Please touch me.”

“Touch her,” Bucky grunts against your pussy. He looks up at his husband from between your legs, nodding. “We wanted this both. So…make her ours too.”

“Fuck.” Steve’s hands shoot toward your chest to gently knead your breasts. He’s a little reluctant at first but slowly relaxes. “Look at you all spread out for my husband, you little slut.”

You shudder at his crudeness. “Yes, his slut.”

Steve slaps your tit at your reply. “Our slut,” he grunts. “You belong to us from now on. You and your pretty cunt.” The blonde leans over your body to take one of your nipples in his mouth.

“Bucky…Steve,” you gasp at the sensation of their mouths on you. “Please…I wanna cum.”

“You will,” Steve purrs against your plush flesh. He eagerly flicks your nipple with his tongue while his husband wraps his warm lips around your clit. “Bucky, give her a little more.”

You fist Steve’s hair the moment Bucky shoves two thick fingers inside your cunt. You can feel his wedding band against your heated flesh. It should be a turn-off but oddly, it’s the opposite. 

Knowing these two men who are in love with each other desire you so much they want to share you, turns you on like nothing before.

Bucky curls his fingers, fingertips searching for the spot making you squirm. 

“Yes…right there…” You’re already breathless. Your lips part and you stop squirming as the next flick of his fingers sends you over the edge.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing my fingers so tight it hurts.” Bucky laps at your pussy. “I can hardly wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.”

“Same, baby,” Steve bites your breast to leave a mark. “I will mark this body, and then I’ll fuck you while you fuck her cunt. We are going to make her our perfect whore.”

“How do you feel?” Steve feeds you with another bite of the most delicious chicken parmesan you ever ate. “You good?”

“Very good,” you feel boneless and weak as you sit in Steve’s lap. After Bucky made you cum for the first time, he didn’t stop. Steve had to drag him off your cunt after your third orgasm. “A little tired but hungry.”

“For cock?” Bucky chuckles as you stare at him with wide eyes. “Later then…”

“You know that this was all dirty talk, right? I don’t think you are a slut,” Steve pecks your hair. “You are precious to us.”

“I like dirty talk…and praising,” you look at Bucky. “Maybe we can explore this together.”

“We will sweetness. Now,” Bucky claps his hands. “Let Stevie feed you. After you eat, we will bring you to our bedroom. The one we will share from now on.”

“I thought…I mean…uh…what about the guest room?” You shyly glance at Bucky.

“You didn’t think we would let you go after tonight…” Steve whispers lowly. “Not after we had a taste of you…”

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[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part eight

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

Part Eight - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 2k

I don’t know how long I’m out for, but when I wake up, the first thing I notice is the warmth of a bed beneath me, soft and comforting. It takes a moment for the fog in my mind to clear, but then I feel it—a heavy limb draped across my back, pinning me down. My heart skips a beat, panic rising before I realize who it is. I shuffle slightly, turning my head just enough to see Wade sprawled out beside me, his leg thrown over the middle of my back like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His torso is nearly falling off the edge of the bed, his mask slightly askew, revealing a rare moment of peace on his scarred face.

I grumble, annoyed but not entirely surprised, and carefully shimmy out from under him. He doesn’t stir, still lost in whatever dream world he’s managed to escape to. I glance around, taking in the environment, and relief floods through me. It’s familiar, comforting. I breathe a sigh of relief. They found us.

I sit up properly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My muscles protest, sore from whatever happened before I blacked out. As I survey the room, I catch sight of Logan standing in the corner, a glass in hand, drinking from what I immediately recognize as Remy’s liquor collection. I shake my head slightly. Remy’s not going to be happy about that.

Logan turns to me, his eyes locking with mine. We don’t say anything for what feels like an eternity, just staring at each other, unspoken words hanging in the air. There’s a tension between us, a thousand things we should probably talk about but never will.

The silence is abruptly shattered when Wade shoots up, nearly falling off the bed in the process. He looks around, his usual manic energy snapping back into place.

“Where are we?” he asks, his voice groggy but laced with that familiar sarcasm.

I gesture to him and then to the room around us. “We’re in my bed. And this is the Borderlands.”

Just as the words leave my mouth, I hear footsteps approaching. My senses go on high alert, and I instinctively tense, but it’s just Elektra. She steps into view, her eyes sweeping the room, assessing the situation. I give her a small wave, and she responds with a short nod, her gaze lingering on Wade and Logan with clear suspicion. Then Eric walks in, followed by Remy and Johnny. The sight of them makes my heart swell with relief, and I quickly cross the room to hug Johnny. His arms wrap around me, and I can feel the tension in his muscles start to ease.

“I don’t know how the fuck you did that, but you saved my life,” Johnny mumbles into my hair. His voice is soft, almost vulnerable, and I can’t help but smile.

Wade immediately jumps in. “Okay, look at you all. You must be the others. Terrific. So just to refresh, you are Wonder...”

“Elektra,” she corrects him, her voice sharp and clipped.

“Elektra, yes. Who could forget?” Wade continues, undeterred. He shifts his attention to Eric, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “And you, I was not expecting to see you here, but you were, you know, retired.”

“Retarded?” Eric responds dryly.

“Retired. I’m already in The Void. I’m not trying to get canceled again.”

“I don’t like you,” Eric says bluntly.

“You never did.” Wade shrugs, then turns his attention to Remy. “And who’s this succulent reminder of my own inadequacies? Look at you. You look like the superhero version of Hawkeye.”

Remy smirks, his Cajun accent thick as he introduces himself. “The name’s Remy LeBeau. De Diable Blanc. But you can call me The Gambit.”

Wade, ever the smartass, retorts, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Sling Blade, hit me again.”

“They call me The Gambit,” Remy repeats, his tone laced with a challenge.

“Do they? Are you sure you didn’t just really, really want them to, but it never quite worked out?”

“You know, we never had a Wolverine up in here. But I can tell you now, it’s just a common courtesy to ask before you drink up all of my liquor.” Remy says to Logan who gruffly responds, “It's a good thing I don’t give a fuck.” Remy’s eyes flash purple as he whispers something under his breath. With a flick of his wrist, a playing card flies across the room, charged with kinetic energy. It shatters the glass in Logan’s hand, sending shards flying.

Logan glares at Remy, then his eyes flicker to Johnny, “How the fuck are you here?” he asks.

“Ask Y/n, she did it,” Johnny replies, glancing at me with a hint of pride.

Logan’s expression shifts, a flicker of something almost like hurt crossing his face, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared. Wade claps his hands together, drawing everyone’s attention back to him.

“Well, now that’s settled, look, we came a long way to find you four,” Wade says, his tone suddenly serious.

“There’s five of us,” Elektra corrects him again, her patience clearly wearing thin.

“There’s five? Wait, is it Magneto? Dear sweet God in heaven, let it be Magneto...”

“Dead,” Johnny interrupts, his voice flat.

“Fuck! Now the author gets lazy? It’s like Pinocchio jammed his face in my ass and started lying like crazy.”

Remy mutters something in French, and I try my best to understand, catching a bit about Wade being a nasty devil. Wade just grins, clearly enjoying the chaos he’s stirring up.

“Not a single word,” Wade quips, “What do you do exactly?”

“I charge the playing cards. Make them go boom,” Remy replies coolly.

“Your powers are close to magic. That’s good. We’re not totally fucked at all. So who brought us here?”

As if on cue, Laura walks in, her expression as fierce as ever. “That would be me. Don’t make me regret it,” she says, her voice icy.

Wade’s eyes widen in recognition. “Holy shit, Logan, that’s her, that’s X-23. She’s the one I told you about.” He says to Logan who looks at Laura, then looks away. “How did you all get stuck in The Void?”

“There was a knock at the door. TVA sent me here,” Eric replies, his voice grim.

“Me too,” Elektra adds.

Remy shrugs. “Maybe I was born here, so it’s hard to know for sure.”

“The TVA decided our universe was dying, and I never even got a chance to fight for it,” Eric says, bitterness seeping into his words.

“People like us don’t go quietly. TVA knows that, so they took us out,” Elektra adds, her tone fierce.

“The answer is yes, I’m in,” Wade declares, his voice filled with determination.

“In what?” Eric asks, confused.

“A team. Me, you, you and me, all of us together. Let’s get the fuck out of this place.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s a fucking liar,” Logan snaps, his voice filled with anger.

“It was an educated wish! Look, we’ve been inside Cassandra’s lair. The only way out of The Void is through her. She can get us home. She told us. Look, there’s strength in numbers, all right? Us, plus you guys, we can put Cassandra over our knee and force her to let us out of The Void. I know what it means to feel self-doubt.”

“I don’t feel that at all,” Elektra retorts.

“I’m good,” Eric agrees.

“Gnawing at your gut like a coke duct tape worm.”

“It’s like you’re in the middle of my soul,” Wade says, his voice almost reverent.

I look at him, confused as to how these two seem to be matching each other’s energy so to speak. 

“You guys may not have been able to save your universes, but you can avenge them. Maybe you couldn’t save your worlds, but Jesus Christ, you could save mine.”

“I don’t give a shit about your world, but if these four made it out alive, maybe together, we could get back in and take her down,” Elektra says, her voice laced with resolve.

“Where I come from, we call that suicide, cher,” Remy mutters, his voice somber.

“If we can block her psychic powers, we can get a leg up. I know it. Now, I know Magneto’s dead, but I venture to guess that his helmet is lying around here somewhere.”

“Cassandra melted the helmet,” Eric says, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Fuck!” Wade curses, his frustration palpable.

“Then she killed him,” Eric adds.

“She don’t play,” Elektra says, her voice cold.

“She knows that helmet was the only way to protect anyone from her powers. The only other helmet that strong is Juggernaut’s, but he works for Cassandra.”

“Juggernaut’s helmet, that’s it,” Wade says, his voice filled with hope.

“And we don’t be knowing that it ain’t coming out his head,” Remy warns, his tone cautious.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the weight of decisions that could change everything. 

Wade, pacing back and forth with his usual frenetic energy, stops and looks at Remy, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m so sorry, beautiful, how could this be gentle?” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Who is your dialect coach? The minions? I feel like we’re missing critical exposition here.”

Elektra, her patience wearing thin, snaps, “I’m sick of this shit. I’m sick of hiding. Let’s face it, our world’s forgot about us.”

“Or never learned about us,” Remy adds, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“The heroes we were,” Elektra continues, her tone growing more impassioned.

“The lives we saved,” Blade chimes in, his deep voice resonating with an almost mournful tone.

“Or wanted to save,” Remy finishes, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the ground, lost in thought.

Elektra’s gaze hardens as she looks around at the group, her voice resolute. “Maybe these three are our chance, to be remembered the way we deserve.”

“Yes,” Wade agrees, his voice jumping an octave.

“An ending,” Elektra says, her voice filled with a mix of finality and hope.

“A legacy,” Blade adds.

Wade, unable to resist injecting some levity into the heavy moment, clapped his hands together. “Yes, yes, let this man cook. This is what I’m talking about. Big slow motion, fight sad music, everybody working together. Who knows if you live or die, that sort of thing. Who’s ready?”

Blade straightens, his expression fierce. “I was born ready.”

Wade turns to Remy, a playful smirk on his lips. “Yes, Gambit?”

Remy shrugs, a wry grin spreading across his face. “I ain’t know my daddy, but I’m sure I shot-out-of-his-dick ready.”

Wade pauses, blinking in disbelief before shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, that is graphic. Pumpkin?” His gaze then drifts over to me, and I can feel his eyes on me, almost as if he is trying to read my thoughts.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ll do it,” I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. I glance at Logan, searching his face for any sign of what he might be thinking. “I might regret it,” I admit, the weight of my words hanging in the air. “But I have nothing to lose.”

Wade’s expression softens, a rare moment of sincerity in his chaotic persona. “Oh, sweet cheeks, you won’t regret it. The author has some crazy plans for you.” He then tunrs his attention to Laura, his voice taking on a challenging tone. “X-23, what’s it gonna be?”

“The name’s Laura,” she says, her voice cold and determined. “Let’s fucking go.”

Wade grins, his excitement bubbling over. “Let’s fucking go.”

Elektra’s eyes blaze with a fire that has been long extinguished. “We’re doing this,” she declares, her voice unwavering.

Logan, ever the cynic, mutters darkly, “You’re all fucking dead.”

Wade, not missing a beat, shoots back, “My god, read the room.”

Logan huffs and storms out the room, I watch him leave, hesitating before following. I hear Wade whispering from behind me to no one in particular. “It’s happening, they’re finally going to communicate. Thank you, sweet author. I’m sure the readers were tired of the dialogue recaps.” His voice fades away as I follow after Logan.

Next Part

A/N: Guys, this chapter is a lotttt of just going through the meetings of the other characters, the good shit is coming soon. Sometimes when I’m writing for scenes that are in movies I find myself getting really repetitive with it, so next chapter I’m taking more creative liberty.

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