#but uhhh i reserve the right to run away again

[teenagefeeling]

so my college's musical is this weekend and i wanna go see a couple people i know in it, but there's a problem. he transferred to that school last semester and somehow he seems to have gotten a lead role??? and so now i like don't wanna go but i also still wanna go and i don't want him to ruin it for me but if he's on stage the whole time then like honestly it might ruin it for me ughhHhHhhh

[behoright]

alive for you l j. studnicka

I drive fast / wind in my hair / push it to the limits

summary: Jack just cannot wait to get you out of this club. He also can’t seem to wait until you get home.

wordcount: 3k

song: burning desire - lana del rey

warnings: minors dni! Surprise surprise: cursing and smut! Also, semi public sex. Oh and proofreading was uhhh…fast. So bear with me.

a/n: I actually don’t super love this one but I have a huge cr*sh on him and there isn’t enough talk about this man so here you go. Inbox is always open for you. Love u love uuuuuu

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“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, baby.”

The vibrations of the music ran through your body as you found yourself in the corner of the Canuck’s most cherished and frequented club in the city, your arms securely wrapped around your boyfriend.

That's what he had become, officially, a couple weeks ago.

Much to your surprise, Jack blew your expectations when he took you out to dinner to ask you properly.

You had gotten to see how romantically cheesy he was behind closed doors, but taking the step to officially call you his girlfriend made you swoon to no end.

“It drives me insane when you call me that.” He muttered, moving his lips across the shell of your ear.

As you looked at him, his skin reflecting colorful lights amongst the crowd, all you could do was place your lips on his again.

It felt like you had spent the whole night attached to each other.

You truly hadn’t been able to stop kissing and making out since you met at the doors of the club. The first kiss in two weeks was spectacular, but something kept you pulling each other together.

Magnetized.

The feeling of being together felt addicting; it felt like peace, like placing the last piece in a puzzle.

The slight problem was that as much as you had craved each other for a while now, you hadn’t actually gotten to spend private time together yet.

Right after making it official, Jack had to leave for a ten day roadie, leaving you equally high and dry.

So right after you became official, you were separated. It was okay, part of his life that now involved yours, but it had come at the worst time.

The last kiss before he left leaving a sopping puddle in your underwear.

So tonight, finally reunited, you stuck to each other like glue.

There was absolutely no way he was going to leave your side, just like you only went to meet up with him.

Mostly self contained people, you could care less about the club or the drinks. The earlier you could both politely sneak away from the team, the better.

The tension was there, palpable, and obvious to everyone, even though you didn’t care, both in each other’s worlds.

Jack's favorite spot tonight had been behind you; whether at the bar, reaching over your head with his lanky arms to grab drinks, or on the dance floor.

He had always been shy, the more reserved guy in every group he was part of.

It all went out of the window with you.

He didn’t know if it had been the shots, he doubted it was the environment, but he felt alone with you as he bravely took you to the middle of the dance floor before immediately slipping his tongue past your lips for the millionth time.

You couldn’t hear the scoffs and chirps from his nearby teammates as you collided, craving to be on top of each other already.

His muscular thigh boldly splitting your legs apart, he was all around you.

Wild and intoxicating, he ondulanted himself against you harder and harder, practically rubbing your small frame on top of him as he kept kissing you. The fabric of his dark washed jeans reverberated against your clit, creating waves of pleasure under your thin panties.

His cock began swelling fast, having you in such a vulnerable position, both mentally and physically, all while in a public place.

He couldn’t help himself.

He had to have you close to him; he had to grab you and run his fingers through the roots of your hair, up and down your silhouette as you grinded together to the beat of the music.

He knew you were moaning, your whimpers and sweet meowings vibrating against his lips as he moved his mouth in unison with you, pushing his tongue against yours deeply.

He wanted more, and it was hard to hold back as your hip would bump into his hard and evident boner every time he pushed your back closer to him again, literally moving your body up and down his perched leg.

It was only when he realized his hands were gripping the flesh of your ass underneath your bodycon dress that he pulled away from you, breathlessly, his eyes panicking with lust as he took your features in.

“I’m about a second away from bending you over this bar and fucking you right here.¨

He muttered against your ear, causing eyes to widen as you felt your underwear drench at his explicit words.

He watched you smile sweetly in response, the hint of nervousness as you bit the inside of your cheek being the last straw for him tonight.

“C’mon.” He said, reaching out to grab your hand.

He wouldn’t bother with goodbyes or formalities.

Not tonight.

Jack had fallen hard.

After his last breakup, he was sure he’d never love again, or at least not anytime soon.

With the undoing of his long, tumultuous relationship with Boston as the backdrop, the only thing that kept him going was hockey.

But it was all in the past now.

You came into his life at the perfect moment, in all of your splendor, and took the poor boy by storm.

He had no clue how enthralled he would become with you, falling fast and hard, and yet, so securely.

You had brought such a sense of normalcy and tenderness back in his life, acclimating him to his new city in the most simple and still significant way.

He knew you had to be his.

He was over the moon when you accepted, regardless of the looming trip that was upcoming.

Now that you were his, he could have you whenever he wanted.

He basically hauled you to his car, your platforms dragging through the asphalt as your tiny steps attempted to keep up with his strides.

He knew that the next 20 minutes were going to be difficult.

He didn’t mind the roadie, even if he thought about flying you out while in the midst of it. The anticipation that had built up between you two excited him; but he knew that his patience had worn thin.

He couldn’t keep up the civilized act in the club, around the whole organization and teammates, let alone in this empty parking lot.

He knew that if he slowed down, or picked you up, or even glanced at you, that he was going to rip that tiny dress right off your body and take you right then and there.

So he kept his gaze stuck to his shoes as he hurried you through the night, opening the car door. with an excited giggle that he couldn’t contain as he peeked at you slipping in the seat.

“Jack, you’re so-“

“Shut up.” he interrupted you, his face changing shades as he shut the door swiftly.

It was bad enough that you heard him giggling like an idiot schoolboy; he didn’t need your chirping.

You got on the road quickly, Jack pushing down on the gas pedal harder than he should have as his speakers began playing, coincidentally, the sultriest playlist he had.

He inhaled sharply as the engine of his vehicle roared, giving his impatience away.

“You okay, babe?”you asked, peeking over at him with a smile.

It was almost adorable how hard he was trying to keep himself tamed.

“I can’t wait to get you in my sheets, Y/N.” He uttered, running his clammy hand through his thick locks.

You instinctively bit your lip in excitement, your body betraying you as you let a whimper out.

He tried to hide it, but you could see him smirk when he turned his head slightly towards his window.

“I, um, I can’t wait either.” You uttered.

As you looked around the slick interior of his sports car, the dark and empty road moving fast around you, you let your mind wander for a little too long.

Perhaps it was the drinks, or just him, but you turned yourself towards him, ending up with your knees on the seat and your elbows on the console.

The initial cheek kiss that you gave him made the both of you blush, his bashful eyes battering over at you slightly. But the more kisses you planted, the louder your humming against his chiseled jaw became, the thicker the air felt around you.

“Wh-, what are you doing?” He gulped.

“Am I distracting you, Jack?” You asked, unconsciously seductive.

“I don’t mind that it’s you distracting me…”

“Can you stay focused?” You continued, placing more kisses on his face, by his cheekbones and sideburns.

“…Yeah.” He responded after a couple of beats.

“You can?” you whispered into his skin, now lowering your lips against the back of his ear, his neck and collarbones.

“Mm, yes. I can.” he said, his low voice quivering.

“Right.” you said, your free hand slithering over onto his throbbing bulge, his cock pressing painfully against his fly.

Your skin absorbed the pulsations of his cock as you undid his pants, silky fingertips feeling the ridges of his member through his boxers.

“God, baby, you’re such a tease.” He quivered as you circled your nail around the wet spot that he was leaving on the fabric.

“I don’t have to be.”

Hastily, you moved your head down, letting his cock hit your face as you pulled the boxers away from him and his length into your throat immediately.

The car swerved slightly as a moan violently left Jack.

“Baby…?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“I can do it, I can do it” he reiterated, not brave enough to face you. “Just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You chuckled as you closed your mouth around him once again, swirling your tongue and mixing your spit with his salty precum, making out with the head of his cock, now bright red and palpitating.

“You’re a dream, you’re a fucking dream.” he moaned, the leather of the steering wheel creaking under his tightening grip, knuckles fading into a creamy white of frustration.

You took him deep again, choking on his girth as he hit the back of your throat. His hand flew into your hair as he praised you through gritted teeth, the way you were hollowing out your cheeks as you bobbed up and down had his muscles clenching involuntary.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” he groaned, still responsibly keeping his eyes on the street signs as began to unravel under you.

Muffled and choked moans were the only thing coming out of you, spit dripping down from your throat and seeping into his pubic hair, his balls, his clothes.

“Wait, wait, wait.” he said, pushing you off him a little too harshly. “Uh, you’re going to make me cum, baby.”

Jack made sure to wipe your bottom lip as you came up, the rough texture of his fingertips recoiling against your plump mouth. He did everything to stop his thumb from sneaking inside you, the vision of you sucking on his digits too much to take.

“We’re almost there, baby. Just a little more.” You whispered against his hand, rubbing his clenched arm. He couldn’t stay away from you, and you could see it was truly taking a toll on him.

All Jack could think about was touching you.

Evidently, he had more self control than you, but not by much. His eyes kept darting over to your legs, your skin tight dress having raised up just enough to have him twitching in anticipation.

It was becoming more unbearable to focus on the running pavement in front of him, the sounds of your heavy, exasperated breathing muffling the music.

“Fuck it.” he muttered. “Spread your legs, angel.”

You did as commanded, no reluctance, and watched his hand lower onto your heat right away.

“Holy fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side, still as focused as he could be driving, and wasted no time in dipping his fingers inside your dripping pussy.

“God, baby.” He groaned, moving uncomfortably in his seat.

Jack’s eyes struggled to stay on the road, his light brown irises moving back and forth in pleasure. The more he played with you, the more he could feel you get wetter around his digits, his skin wrinkling as you soaked your desire within his touch.

All he wanted was to see you.

He didn’t want to be around anyone else.

He for sure didn’t want to be driving.

He had spent weeks away from you, dreaming about lowering his head in between your thighs so you could finally reveal the heaven he had fantasized about so much.

And now, he found himself painfully stuck feeling you only, piecing you together by touch only.

Running his fingertip up and down your folds, Jack felt every single inch and crevice of your cunt.

The warmth of you transpiring onto him as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, reaching his long fingers around to feel more of you.

He was able to mostly keep it together, puzzling you inside his mind as the sounds of your moaning made his skin raise into delicious goosebumps.

That’s what ultimately drove him mad.

He couldn’t bear to listen to you like this and not see it, not be closer to you and present.

“You’re making it so fucking hard to hold back.” He said, his jaw clenched. “Look how hard you’re making me.”

Your eyes darted over to him, his cock sitting up, dripping and making a mess over him. The sight made you twitch onto his fingers, calling for a moan out of you both.

Jack thought about it for two seconds, but seeing your hips grind on his fingers when he peeked over at you solidified it.

“Fuck this.” he said. “I’m pulling over.”

Thankfully, he was able to find a secluded spot quickly, his bicep visibly clenching through his dress shirt as he pulled on the parking break.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out.” he said, immediately turning to you and wrapping his hands around your cheeks, holding your face.

You both laughed as you ran to the backseat. It took no time for him to get settled, spreading his thighs in the middle seat as you straddled him at the same time.

Your hands ripped his button up open, revealing his flushed chest as he let your breasts trickle out of your dress, directly burying his face in them while you began to rub yourself up and down his shaft, circling your pelvis instinctively.

“You ready?” He asked as he came up for air, his grip tight on your hips, angling you above his leaking cock.

“I’ve been ready since I saw you hours ago.”

Jack threw his head back with a smile, the warm, golden light of love rushing through him at your words. He could see your illuminating smile fade into a gasp with him as you sunk down onto his cock.

The moment you two had been waiting so long for, yearning for weeks, and…

… it wasn’t enough.

As tight and overwhelmingly good it felt, Jack just felt the need for you increase.

He wanted, needed to move inside you.

He craved the waves of pleasure to thunder through your bodies, electricity jumping through his nervous system with arching hedonism.

Jack’s hands began to roam as you started to bounce on top of him, tearing your dress off in as many ways as he desperately could.

His extremities started tingling in pleasure as you kept moving, bouncing and grinding, letting your body seek out gratification and ecstasy on its own and driving him further and closer to his peak.

He was grabbing you perilously, as if he had never felt skin before, reaching for indulgence in every possible way.

“Jack, oh my god.”

The look of delirious pleasure, the way he was reaching for you, groaning and growling loudly, squeezing you a little too hard and even accidentally scratching at times, made you move faster. He was completely unhinged and primal, running his tongue up your neck, you tits as your nails trembled from gripping onto his thick shoulders so hard.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close already.” He said against your arm, planting sloppy kisses in between words.

You were covered in each other, all around, making the windows fog.

The wheels of the car began to move just by the slight force of you riding him as he gave into his instincts and stated fucking back up into you, his cock reaching even deeper than before.

He could feel how gushy you were inside, your temperature heating him up and covering his twitching member in your desire. The louder he groaned and let go, the harsher he thrashed into your cunt, hitting the perfect spot to make you see stars.

“Jack, I’m, I’m-“ you warned him.

Jack felt your heels shake against his shin, as you started to lose control of your muscles at the edge of your orgasm.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” He coaxed, making sure he could see your clearly by holding your hair back.

“Cum all over me, fucking cover me in it, baby.” He said breathlessly. “Mark my car, my seats, I don’t give a fuck.”

His words made the floodgates open, a gush of syrupy cum ripping out of you with enough force to make you convulse in his lap, moaning as no one in the world would be able to hear you.

“Holy fucking-, you’re going to make me cum. Oh, baby.” He gulped in response, his eyes following your every expression.

The passion had built enough to release, becoming to powerful for either of you to take, as you came over each other. You gripped him hard, his hands clenching on your ruched up dress as he emptied his load inside you, audibly hyperventilating and growling deeply into your chest as you clutched his soft hair, coming down, shaking.

You both trembled for a while, quivering and wavering in each other’s arms as you let the chemicals run through your veins; only pulling back after a while, Jack staring up at you, dumbfounded.

“You’re an angel, I think.” He said, bringing you down to kiss him as you wiped the sweat beads off his forehead gently.

Hours could have passed before you decided to leave; keeping each other breathless as you sat together, his cock soaking the mixture of cum as you kept kissing, ending the night just how it had began, before you headed home to do it all over again.

[acecopularsnumberonefan]

'Cause everybody told me "Shut up!" (A gangreen gang + oc fanfiction)

"SNAKE YOU IDIOT! SHE LIKES DEAD FLOWERS, NOT ALIVE ONES!!"

Ace would scold Snake before hitting the back of his head after he had presented to him a bouquet he had prepared for Nana's arrival.

"S- Sssorry, boss! I'll fix it right away!"

And soon, Snake would scurry out of the shed to find dead flowers somewhere within the dump. Yesterday, Ace had asked Nana if she could hang out with him and the gang tomorrow, Nana had agreed but also informed him that she had exams the following day, so she'll come by around 4 PM after school (that is if she wasn't too exhausted). Feeling guilty for having asked her to hang out with him on such an important day, Ace had come up with the idea to pamper Nana and give her some rest after the exams once she'd arrive.

"Duhhh, what's Nana's favorite color again, boss?!" Big Billy asked as he held 2 differently colored blankets in his hands, contemplating about which of the 2 he should use. "Red, dummy! Now hurry up, she'll be here soon! Grubber, did ya sweep the whole floor yet?!" Grubber responded with a nod and a raspberry as he put his broom down.

Ace pulled out a pocketwatch from his jacket pocket and checked the time anxiously. "3:50... still got ten minutes left.." He muttered nervously under his breath. "Hey, Ace! How do I look?" Lil' Arturo asked as sat on the sofa and finished up combing his hair. "Gimme that!" Ace yelled as he swiped the comb away from him and began to comb his own hair.

Arturo grumbled and crossed his arms angrily after Ace would snatch his prized comb, Maria Conchita Teresa Rosalita and use it for his own hair. "And get off the couch, squirt. It's reserved for Nana" Ace ordered him as he kept combing his hair to which Arturo reluctantly obliged to and walked away.

A few more minutes later, the gang would perk up in excitement as they'd hear the sound of knocking from outside the door. "Showtime, boys.." Ace muttered as he tossed the comb back to Arturo and walked up to the door to open it.

As Ace opened the door, he looked down to see Nana in her usual attire but now with a tired and exhausted look on her face. "Hey, sweetheart.." He greeted with his smooth voice, putting one hand against the door frame as he leaned against it slightly. "Hi, Ace..." Nana greeted back in a tired and monotone voice. Suddenly, snake would run towards the shed, but fell right next to Nana as he entered and held up the bouquet of dead flowers. "Gimme that, you idiot!" Ace whisper yelled at snake as he took the bouquet and kicked his body slightly. "Ehehe... these are for you.." Ace said with a soft smile and akward chuckle as he handed the bouquet to Nana while Snake was getting up.

"Aww, dead roses.. my favorite!" Nana spoke with a soft smile as she took the bouquet and then pulled out her wand which would create a portal back to her place before she'd throw the bouquet into the portal and closed it. Ace chuckled akwardly again as he'd close the door behind Nana once she'd come inside and rest on the couch. "So uhhh... how was school, Nana?" Ace asked as he sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder with the rest of the gang inviting themselves to sit on the couch as well. "Uhm... y'know I'd really rather not talk about it. Anyways do ya mind if I take off some of my clothes?" Nana asked as she already began to zip down her boots and jacket, clearly exhausted from the exams that she had just finished.

"Sure, Sure, sweetheart.. do whatever you want" Ace said as he leaned his head closer to Nana, smirking as he admired her beautiful, yet exhausted face. "Thanks, Ace.." Nana muttered as she took her boots and jacket off, throwing them across the floor without a care "So what have you guys been up to?.." Nana asked as she relaxed on the couch.

"Oh, just the usual.. been thinkin' about ya a whole lot~.." Ace flirted in a softer tone as he leaned his head even closer to Nana. "Mhm, that's nice, Ace..." Nana responded in another dull tone as she grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, completely oblivious to Ace's advances toward her.

"Dahhh... I made a new color yesterday, see!" Billy said as he picked up a paper he drew on that had large brown scribbles on it, almost shoving it infront of Nanas face as he presents it to her. "Yeah, yeah! Move along, Billy!" Ace said in annoyance as he pushed Billy's face away from Nana. "I thought it was cute..." Nana muttered quietly as she continued watching television.

Grubber then blew a raspberry as he turned his head towards Nana and showed her his violin. "Oh, Mozart.. that's nice, Grubber" Nana commented with a smile as she changed the channel on the TV. "Tsk... big deal" Ace muttered to himself in annoyance, slightly irritated that Nana was giving more attention to the others than Ace.

Before Snake or Arturo could speak, Ace interjected as he tried to make most of Nana's time here dedicated to him. "So, Nana... it's been a while since we've been.. affectionate~" Ace said as he held Nanas hand and interrupted her from grabbing the blanket. "How about we uhh... kiss and make up for lost time, yeah?~" Ace asked in a flirty tone as the rest of the gang all cringed and whined in embarrassment as Ace flirted with Nana. "Uhm... well I was going to take a nap, but yeah okay sure.." Nana somewhat begrudgingly said before Ace would grin to her response and pull out some breath spray he'd use before he and Nana would suck face.

"Pucker up, sweet cheeks~" Ace said as he puckered his lips towards Nana. Nana hesitated for a quick moment before she kissed Ace back and put a hand on his cheek. The gang reacted in different ways with Arturo and Snake groaning as they found the sight gross, Billy watching with a smile and hand on his own cheek as he let out a soft "Aww.." and found it adorable that the two were kissing. And Grubber just laughed at the two of them, finding the sight amusing for himself.

The longer the two of them kissed, the more Nana relaxed as she began to find comfort in kissing with Ace. But suddenly, a reminder would pop up in her head and told her "You have more exams tomorrow" which would make her open her eyes as she succumbed to the realization.

The kiss was cut short soon after Nana had realized as Nana quickly pulled away from the kiss and got up to grab her jacket and boots. "What the!?- Sweetheart what's going on?!" Ace asked in confusion as to why Nana was suddenly leaving. "I CAN'T BE HERE, ACE! I GOT MORE EXAMS TOMORROW, I GOTTA STUDY!" Nana exclaimed as she hurriedly put her boots and jacket on, a look of stress and anxiousness visible on her face. "But.." Ace Murmured with a dissappinted frown before Nana kissed his cheek shortly after she finished putting her clothes back on. "I'll make up for it soon, alright? Okay? Okay, bye guys!" Nana as she hurried for the door and quickly left.

The rest of the gang giggled and laughed as Ace watched Nana leave with a dejected look, finding it amusing how saddened Ace was. "Nice going, Sssucker!!" Snake snickered as he continued laughing before Ace punched him in the back of the head once more.

"Shut up, Snake!"

[This is also on ao3!]

[sunfloo-wers]

HI LAMP!!!

I assume you're the kind of person who keeps some sections of your room clean, but where most people don't look there is stuff! Like any guest could come in and say "Wow! You keep it nice!" but you have a little collection tucked away somewhere and you're the only one who knows.

You also seem like the kind of person who knows where EVERYTHING is. There are few objects in your house that you do not know the location of! (My brain fabricated this out of nowhere)

You also seem like you would LOVE cats or dogs, just not like the fur everywhere!

HI!!! :D

You’re kind of right about that first one! I have about half the room completely open for both moving around and happy stim running in circles, that part is almost always clean, unless I’m using the space to plan out a costume! The corner of my space reserved for art stuff is uhhh, less so (if I want to use my desk for anything other than art I have to move a bunch of papers and materials off it, to the point where I’ll just sit on the floor instead of bothering with it sometimes ._.) BUT, my organization has a lot of little objects used as decor that ultimately looks kinda cluttered even if it’s how it’s supposed to be, so I can get away with a bit of a mess without it looking “messy” >:)

YES YES VERY MUCH, you’re so right about this one! I am an avid organizer and even if things’ “place” isn’t like, an optimal non-messy place, that is still it’s place and I WILL remember, that is both a threat and a promise.

The one caveat to this is that if I’ve not touched nor seen it in years I can go “oh yeah that’s on the left shelf third from the bottom in the middle” but if I put it down 10 minutes ago? “Where did I put that again? I swear I just had it”

I DO LOVE CATS AND DOGS!!! I’ve got a dog, his name is Scooter and he’s a silly little goober, I’ve never been around cats besides visiting people with them, but they seem like sweethearts too! The fur doesn’t realllyyyy bother me, but it might just be because I’m used to it :P

[djarrex]

Listen, clone wars era rex is the sweetest sub ever. Zero brat energy like others (coughwolffecough), he is absolutely there to please you and experience all the ways you make him feel loved. But it takes a bit for him to find out that he actually likes being a sub. With everything he is responsible for, I think he feels to bring that same energy to the bedroom - only problem is he isn’t very experienced. He’s not a virgin, but the most he's had are some quickies in the bathroom of 79s. So when you first get together, he feels he needs to be the one taking charge (even though he isn’t really sure what to do). It’s only after a particularly difficult mission when he is with you and he is at a loss of what to do. He knows he needs you, but he can’t focus. He just wants to stop thinking about how badly the mission went, how many brothers he lost. He just wants to get lost in you. That’s when you take over. You start showering him with love, kisses, words of praise, everything. You tell him all the things you’re going to do to him and he immediately falls for it. Relinquishing control is calming and a relief, something he never expected. He loves seeing you in power, seeing his smart and strong girl taking over, dishing out orders that Rex is all too ready to follow. As long as it means you’ll sit on his face, ride him, suck his dick, or just touch him, he’s all for it. Not to mention it lets him forget that he is a captain. In these moments, it’s just you and him.....Or I mean something like that. I dunno 😬

insp

VEE!!! 🆘️ "He brings a new meaning to 'good soldiers follow orders'" 😈😏 you rightttttt

Look, I'm all for dom Rex - I love to write it and I love to read it. That being said, I'm totally on board with the idea of having to show Rex exactly what he needs for him to feel good, to forget - especially after an extremely tough and emotionally/mentally/physically draining mission. Rex just wants - no, needs - someone else to take control every now and then, even if he doesn’t realize it at first.

SOOOO this kinda got away from me. literally could have wrote more but I have an assignment to work on (lmaooo). maybe I’ll do like a continuation of this later on? if that’s what the people want? 

some warnings include: face riding, sub!rex, no-no words, uhhh... 🥴

AS ALWAYS, 18+ only under the cut :’)

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Rex stands at your doorway, his forehead glued to the arm that's propped up against the door frame, helmet loosely gripped by his other hand hanging down at his side. It hurts to see him like this - drained, both physically and mentally. Bags under his tired eyes. Dirt on his face and caked on all over his armor. Even though he was created for battle, it's doing a number on him with each and every one he makes it out of; he physically makes it out of each and every battle, but not mentally, and not emotionally. It's always there - the loss, the bloodshed, the need to take charge, and the responsibility to ensure his men's safety - lingering inside his head no matter where he is or what he's doing.

Including the times when what he's doing is you.

When you and Rex first got together he was unsure, a little on the inexperienced side, but he was rough. You didn't mind of course; you liked it rough, and it was never like he'd hurt you or would ever come near to hurting you. You thought that maybe the roughness was due to his sexual inexperience, that the only other times he’d have sex in the past were just that. You really didn’t think too much about it, especially not when he was in the middle of pounding you into another galaxy before making you cum all over his cock over and over again.

As time went on, you started to understand where the roughness within the intimacy was stemming from; everything that had happened on the actual battlefield before he'd come home - including the battlefield within his mind - was being channeled into the way he handled you. Even outside the warzone, safe within your arms, Rex feels he needs to maintain control - to take charge. You understood, and let him have his outlet - It's not like you weren't benefiting from it; Rex may not have had much to go on before fucking you for the first time, but after months and months of practice, he'd become a fucking god in the bedroom.

There were definitely softer moments when he'd be crowded over you, trailing messy kisses from your collarbone up to your lips, his hips gently thrusting into you while hitting oh so deep. When your lips would be just barely touching as you breathed in each other's moans. When you'd both maintain eye-contact while simultaneously unraveling. The more gentle, loving, and softer moments weren't ones that followed his return home from a long deployment, no - those were reserved for all the times in between. You'd fallen in love with each other, but refrained from mouthing those three words in fear that you'd both be punished from feeling such forbidden things for one another.

And so tonight, seeing the drained and defeated expression engrained in his handsome features and the way his body slumped forward as he entered your apartment after a long couple of weeks was a telltale sign that this would be one of those rough nights.

You wanted to try something new, though.

***

"I want to take care of you, Rex." 

He’d just got out of the ‘fresher, giving you some time to think while he was getting cleaned up. A towel loosely hangs around his hips, water droplets gliding down his toned muscles as he moves closer to where you’re sat at the foot of your bed.

"You will take care of me, cyare." He grins while rubbing his hands along your upper arms. You release a puff of air from your nostrils, focusing on a particular water droplet slowly descending from his collarbone and trailing down to where the material of the towel soaks it right up before tilting your head to meet his eyes. 

You shake your head with a smile, speaking softly as you rest your hand against his abdomen, "No, that's not what I mean." You’re met with an amused yet confused look and you continue, "I want you to just lay back, and let me handle things for once. Is that okay?" 

"I..." He trails off, clearly not sure what to say. You know he must’ve already had a plan on how the night would go, and that plan was probably supposed to take effect after he drops his towel. Now you’re met with the face of a man who is unsure of what to do now that the plans are about to change - he’s nervous. You keep that smile on your lips when you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the backs of his hands up to your lips and placing soft kisses on each one.

"You're safe with me, Rex. Safe here. You don't need to think about everything when you're here with me, okay? I just.... wanna try something."

***

Wow. What a fucking vision he is right now.

Rex, the esteemed Captain of the five-oh-first, completely bare and sprawled out on his back on top of your sheets, has his head craned to watch you strip at the foot of the bed. His cock is painfully hard, twitching ever so slightly with each of his eager heart beats as he struggles to watch you undress - teasingly slow.

"Look at you, Rex." You audibly marvel at man you love, knowing what the praise does to him - it's very evident in how his glistening chest rapidly rises and falls and in the twitching of fingers. "My handsome, brave Rex. So good for me, doing just as I say," you coo at him, making your way from the foot of the bed to the side where your naked body can be level with his head. He turns his face towards you, his pupils blown wide and brow furrowed. He needs this. You crouch down, moving to where your eyes are in line with his as you reach to caress his sharp cheekbone. "Does it feel good so far, Rex?" you whisper while running your thumb along his bottom lip. "Does it feel good to let someone else call the shots for once?"

"Y-yes," he strains, followed by a muffled groan when you sink your thumb into his hot mouth. His eyes search for approval and you nod to him with a sweet smile before he begins to gently suck at your thumb - his perfect lips closing a seal around the thickest digit as you move it in and out slowly.

"First," you pull your thumb from his lips before standing up, "I'm gonna ride that pretty face of yours. If you're good and keep your hands to yourself I might sit on your gorgeous cock and ride you until I tell you to cum. How does that sound?" You punctuate your plans by closing your lips around the same thumb that was just in Rex's mouth, giving a couple sucks while staring right into his eyes before popping it out and tracing his abs with the soaked digit. The groan of approval that spills from Rex's lips goes straight to your cunt.

Wasting no more time, you climb on the bed and throw one leg on the other side on his face. Gripping the headboard for balance, you begin to sink down against him and are instantly met with his expert tongue, licking through your folds before you’re all the way sat. Fuck. He always was the best with his tongue, but this time, you’re the one in control. Crouched and straddled over his face, you begin to gently move your hips back and forth against the wet muscle, letting your already soaked cunt slide against his perfect face. You have never done something like this before, and oh fucking boy is it exhilarating. 

It isn’t very long before you start to feel the blossom of heat within your core, the intense shockwaves that trickle through your body making you quiver against his face. You wanted this whole thing to be about Rex, but there’s no stopping the orgasm that shatters its way through you, making you cry out and smack a palm against the headboard. Rex’s tongue works in double-time, gliding back and forth to collect your release and stopping to flick at your clit in between deep groans. You feel him hum - deep and dark - beneath you, the vibrations making you nearly fall forward from the intensity. 

“R-rex,” you pant, peering down to look at his dark honey eyes as they meet yours while his tongue continues its assault. You lower a hand to tap at his head, and his tongue disappears back into his mouth. When you lift off his face, you inch yourself downwards, placing kisses on every spot of skin your mouth can reach as you make your way to his thighs. He’s trembling, fighting to keep his hands at his sides but he does so like a good boy - and you tell him just that.

You let out a blissed-out sigh, now straddling his thighs while your palms rest against his chest. “You did so good for me, Rex. Fuck, you look so pretty with all of me on your handsome face.” He doesn’t say a word, just stares at you with pleading eyes, lips glistening and parted. His cock twitches in front of you - swollen and desperate.  

You lean forward to meet his face, your lips just barely touching his as you whisper into his agape mouth, “You want me to fuck you, Rex?” punctuated by a nibble to his bottom lip. His only response is a throaty moan before you lean back to watch him, your fingers tracing invisible patterns along the dark skin of his thighs. You raise a brow at him, signaling your need for a verbal answer to which he visibly gulps, eyes clamping shut as he nods before choking out:

“P-please fuck me, cyare.”

***

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Terrigenisis (Part 9)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 1552

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW)

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You were lounging on the couch of the common room, reading a book, when Bucky finds you. 

“Hey Doll.” He smiles and crawls across the couch until he can wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your chest. 

“Hi love. Comfy?” You giggle.

“Yeah. Think I’ll take a nap.” Bucky nuzzles his face into your torso. You run one hand through Bucky’s hair and continue reading. Forty minutes later, Steve walks into the common room. 

“That’s one lucky jerk.” He says on a chuckle. 

You smile up at him, “Hey Stevie.”

Steve crouches down beside the couch, “Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?”

“I’m good. Reading with a weighted blanket on me.” You smile at your own joke. 

Steve looks down at Bucky and then back to you, “I…”

“You what, love?”

“I look forward to when I can be like this with you. It’s harder than I thought.”

“We will soon. How about a kiss?” 

“Cameras.”

“Forget the cameras. Just for one min-” 

Steve’s lips take yours, abandoning all of his reservations. When he pulls back he smiles at you tenderly with a hand on your cheek, “Love you, pretty girl.”

“Love you, Stevie.” You say just as you hear the elevator doors open. Steve snatches his hand away and stands. 

“Hey guys.” Nat says as she enters. 

“Hey.” You and Steve echo. 

“What are you guys up to?” Natasha raises her eyebrow. 

“Reading and being Bucky’s pillow.” you smile at her. 

“Well, I, uh, need to finish some things.” Steve stutters. 

“See ya later.” You say, attempting to hide your smile at Steve’s flustered demeanor. 

Natasha grabs a bottle of water from the kitchen and then heads towards you. She motions at Bucky still asleep on you, “He’s out cold, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He’s a pretty heavy sleeper.” You say. 

“Steve seemed a little off.”

You shrug, “He seemed like Steve.”

“Is he okay? Since you picked Bucky over him?” Natasha whispers.

“Nat! That is not what happened.” You seeth. 

Nat purses her lips and shrugs as she walks away, “If you say so.”

You look down to see Bucky’s eyes trained on you, “Hi there, sleeping beauty.”

“Hey doll. I saw the look when Steve pulled away.”

“He’s not ready yet. I know that. It’s okay. It’s just sometimes… I don’t know.”

“Yes you do. What is it?” Bucky pushes. 

“Sometimes I feel like he’s holding back from me.”

“He’s still hesitant to put us in the open but he’s all in, doll. I knew it when he opened up to you about New York. He doesn’t talk about it much.” Bucky reassures you. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, doll. Now, why don’t we go find the punk and show him how all in we are? I leave on a mission with Sam tomorrow.”

“Mph, for how long?”

“Three, four days.” Bucky says. 

“Then let’s not waste any more time.” 

----

You smile at the handsome face on your screen, “How’s it going, love?”

“All good so far, Doll. Where’s Stevie?” He asks.

“In his room. He said he was gonna watch a movie.”

“Why don’t you go join him? He probably needs the attention.” Bucky chuckles.

“I will. I wanted to check on you first.”

“I’m good, doll. Spend some time with Steve. I’ll be back before ya know it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Tell Stevie I love him.”

“Will do.”

“Doll?”

“Yeah?”

“He loves you. Just like I do. I’ll call you tomorrow if I can.”

“Okay. Be safe. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

You hang up the phone and change into a short, comfortable dress. You can sleep in it but it doesn’t look like you are wearing pajamas. You check the hallway and move quickly to Steve’s room next door. 

You knock on Steve’s door and slip in, “Hey.”

“Hey. What’s up?” He’s sitting up against his headboard watching tv.

“I was talking to Bucky. He sends his love.” You say. 

Hopefully, he and Sam won’t kill each other.” He chuckles and holds an arm up for you to come sit with him. You snuggle into him resting your head on his shoulder. He turns the tv off and wraps his arms around you. 

“Steve?” You look in his eyes. 

“Yeah?”  

“Love me. Please.”

“I do, pretty girl. Everyday more and more.” Steve’s lips meet yours and you kiss with tender passion. His strong arms pull you onto his lap and you curl into him. Steve’s hands rove over your body while you wrap your arms around his neck giving him access. You clutch at his shirt, pulling it up, and separate you lips long enough to pull it off. Steve pulls your dress over your head and lays you back to remove your panties. He kicks his shorts off and smiles down at you, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you, Stevie.” You whisper, running a hand down his chest. 

Grabbing your hand, Steve rolls on top of you and pins your hands above your head with your fingers interlaced. His eyes stare into you intensely. With a maneuver of his hips, he’s pressing at your entrance. 

“Please,” you whisper to him. 

Steve slowly presses into you, never breaking eye contact, until he’s fully sheathed inside. His slow, rhythmic thrust into you causes your breath to hitch as he hits deep inside you while each movement grinds against your clit. 

“Steve,” you whisper, “Steve, oh.” Whimpers and moans leave you with each thrust. 

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” Steve asks. 

“Yes,” you moan as you shatter beneath him. 

“That’s it.” Steve encourages you while his hips never stop.

Suddenly, Steve’s bedroom door swings open and Natasha walks in. “Steve, do you… Oh my God! OH MY GOD!” Nat’s eyes nearly pop out of her head as she turns and runs out the door. 

“Nat, wait!” you yell. “Shit!” Steve rolls off of you and you both jump up to grab your clothes. “I’ll talk to her.”

“We’ll do it together. We’re going to have to tell everyone eventually.” Steve says. 

“FRIDAY, where’s Nat?”

“Agent Romanoff is in her room.” FRIDAY says. 

You make it to Nat’s room, knock, and enter before waiting for an answer. Nat is holding up a phone saying, “I know what I saw, Clint. There was no room for interpretation.”

“Fuck! Really, Nat? You had to call Clint?” You say. 

Nat stares at you, absolutely livid. 

“Give me the phone.” You hold out your hand and Nat surprisingly hands it to you. Clint also looks absolutely livid. “Okay, guys, I’m gonna explain this once. Nat just walked in on Steve and I, but what you need to know is that Bucky knows and that we’re together. All three of us.”

“All… THREE of you?” Nat says. 

“We know it’s not exactly typical but we love each other and we’re happy together.” Steve says, putting an arm around you.

“And Bucky knows?” Clint says incredulously. 

“Oh, fuck it. FRIDAY, call Bucky.” You hand Nat her phone back and walk over to the panel on the wall. 

“Hey, Doll.” Bucky answers.

“Hey, Love. Little hiccup in our plan.” You say. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“So, um, Nat walked in on me and Steve.” You point a thumb over at Nat standing behind you. “And she called Clint.”

“Shit. Hey guys.” Bucky says. 

“Hey.” Nat says. Clint echoes her through the phone.

“It’s okay, Nat, really. Well, I mean, could you fucking knock before walking into people’s rooms?” Bucky laughs darkly.

“Yeah.” Nat scoffs. 

“Look, guys, we know it’s different, but it works for us and we’re really happy together. Can you let us tell the rest of the team in our own time? Please?” You look at Nat.

“Yeah. Sorry for assuming the worst.” Nat says. 

“It’s okay. It was a normal reaction.” Steve says. “Clint?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll keep a lid on it. Uhhh… Congrats, I guess?” Clint says. 

You laugh, “Thanks.” You turn back to Bucky’s grinning face on the panel and Steve wraps his arm around you from behind and brings his face next to yours, “You’ll call us tomorrow if you can, right?”

“Right, Doll. I love you. Both of you”

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you, Buck. FRIDAY, screen off. Okay, well, uh, we’re gonna go back to my room.” Steve says, “Night guys.”

Nat lifts her hand to wave and Clint says “Night.” from the phone. As you close the door you hear the two of them burst out laughing and you make out Clint’s voice saying , “I told you something was going on there!”

You and Steve giggle as you make it back to his room.

---

Three days later, everyone is home again and gathers for dinner. You are talking to Wanda when Bucky walks in and pulls you to him for a kiss. 

“That’s it. I’m done. Can’t do it anymore!” Steve says, throwing up his hands. He’s to you in three strides, pulls you against him, and kisses you in front of everyone. 

“Called it.” Sam smirks. 

“I wasn't thinking that would happen.” Tony stares. 

When Steve pulls back from you, he looks at Bucky who grins. They kiss while you look on smiling. 

“Okay, I did not see that coming.” Sam gapes. 

“I called that one.” Tony holds up a finger.

Part 10

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”Leave it to you to somehow manage to give yourself a black eye,” Eddie mutters beneath his breath as he tries not to laugh. “Run me through how it happened one more time,” he eggs, one of his hands reaching up to cup Buck’s chin and pull him closer.

”You know what exactly what happened,” Buck pouts, crossing those long, strong arms of his across his chest; the sheer bulk of them has the skin of his bare forearms brushing Eddie‘s chest as Eddie leans ever closer, one of his hands settling in Buck’s hair as he gently tilts his head.

“Come on,” Eddie coaxes gently in a voice similar to the one that’s reserved only for Christopher. “For me?”

And Buck knows what he’s doing. And it annoys him. “I didn’t get hit that hard. I’m not that much of an idiot.”

Eddie laughs, and Buck wishes he hadn’t. Because there’s no way for him to stop the huge grin splitting his lips.

”What’re you gonna tell Christopher?” He hums, gently swabbing around the skin that’s bruising an unholy shade of purple; and though the mark looks out of place on his face, it does nothing to deter Buck’s beauty.

”Honestly,” he breaths out, unfolding his arms and spreading his legs a little for Eddie to scooch in closer as he starts pressing the ice pack to Buck’s skin. “What actually happened isn’t nearly as believable as some of the stories I could weave.”

And though the huff that flutters past his lips is indignant, his legs are spreading farther to accompany Eddie; his arms latching on to the man’s waist of their own volition.

”The truth’d probably crack him up though.”

”You are not telling him what actually happened.” And the statement has Buck turning nearly as purple as his bruise.

”Oh?” Eddie raises a brow, not attempting to move himself, even as he lowers the ice pack and begins packing away his gear. “You’re encouraging lying to our son?”

And Buck nearly explodes at how casually, how earnestly that line, that word slipped off Eddie’s tongue; how right it sounded coming from Eddie’s mouth.

He clears his throat, coughing into his fist a little, looking up rather than down as he continues. “No,” he pauses for a second, risking a glance down.

Eddie’s looking up at him with those big, brown, doe eyes. Eyes that could feign such innocence, yet were anything but.

He clears his throat again.

Eddie’s watching him smugly, chin resting gently on his chest -not an easy move to pull off in their currently, rather awkward, position.

“No. I said you’re not telling the story.”

Eddie hums again, the sound vibrating against Buck‘s chest as he nods and smiles sarcastically, head tilting to rest more firmly on Buck’s chest.

”Yes. That’d be quite fun to see. I can’t wait.”

”Why do I even-“ but he never gets a chance to finish, Chim appears, doing what he does best and having piss poor timing.

”Hey lovebirds. Cap’s callin’.”

”Can’t wait to see what happens tonight,” Eddie reiterates with a smile that is nothing short of smug as he wiggles himself out of Buck‘a long limbs.

And though he’s teasing, it doesn’t stop him from pausing before he runs off, leaving his Buck a disgruntled looking, puppy faced pile of ridiculously long limbs on the floor.

He bends over, thumb grazing gently over the bruise, before pressing a feather light butterfly kiss to the marked birth mark, and leaving Buck a breathless, disgruntled looking, puppy faced pile of ridiculously long limbs on the floor.

”Love you,” he calls, waving over his shoulder.

Buck flips him off, but still calls back, reflexively, instinctively, “Love you too! Asshole.”

“I heard that!”

uhhh… enjoy?

you were so sweet to me on the last one.

you can of course post these to your blog. the anonymity makes it a little less scary for me.

anywho- this is just pure fluff because well- who doesn’t love fluff?

anywho- love you!

byeee!!

until next time,

-goldie.

⚜️.

Goldie, I love this, so soft! So tender! So them.

As always, posted for everybody else's enjoyment.

[megumisbimbo]

- Twelve -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

kazino - BIBI

— kazino - BIBI —

A grueling month of training and preparation passes. Megumi’s confession weighing heavy on your mind everyday. Practices with him became easier as you managed to grasp the movements and techniques Maki diligently taught you. You couldn’t thank her enough for making you stronger. You’re reminded of the compliment she gave you, your natural strength refined through her regiments. You didn’t feel ready for the Kyoto exchange, but Megumi’s encouragement made you feel slightly more secure in your ability.

“Don’t worry love, as long as we have you as defense we won’t lose.” He says, his bright eyes full of love and a small smile playing across his slightly blushed face.

His comfort around you has grown, the small touches he used to give turning into tight embraces and short pecks. Thought Megumi doesn’t particularly mind displaying his affection publicly, he treasures the moments he has alone with you. Your soft hand that lands on his cheek, stroking it gently. Your chapstick covered lips meeting his, the scent of cherries filling his nose. You were everything and more to Megumi. He couldn’t lose you, like he lost Yuuji. Yuuji’s death haunted Megumi, the thought of not being able to protect those he cared about when they need him most. But you gave him purpose, a reason to get stronger, a reason to be prepared for an unwanted next time. He was sure the Kyoto exchange would display his improvement, but he was just as eager to see yours. The Kyoto students would not go easy on either of you, and you both knew that, but you were prepared.

With Megumi’s hand in yours, you make your way to the front of the school where Maki, Panda and Inumaki were standing.

“Well hello lovebirds, glad you could join us.” Maki says with a proud smirk.

“You nervous y/n?” Panda asks, sensing your apprehension.

“A bit...but I’m ok.”

You wrap your self around Megumi’s arm burying half your face in his shoulder.

“Why is everyone empty handed?!” Nobara asks, her suitcase and backpack by her side.

“Why do you have your luggage?” Panda asks.

“We’re going to Kyoto right? For the goodwill event IN Kyoto?”

“The goodwill event WITH Kyoto...in Tokyo.”

“YOU’RE JOKING!”

“So that’s why our conversations have been off...”

You giggle at Nobara’s comical misunderstanding.

“Oi..they’re here.”

A group of students around your age walks towards you, each looking more intimidating than the other. Your grip on Megumi’s arm tightened. Noticing your nervous behavior, he interlocks his fingers with yours and gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll be ok.” He says, a soft whisper of reassurance making you feel a bit stronger. You had worked hard for this moment, Maki had worked you hard for this moment. There’s no way you could run away now.

“Is this a welcome party?..gross.”

“I don’t see Okkotsu.”

“Would you forget about Okkotsu. Isn’t it too much of a handicap taking on two first years and a newbie with no cursed energy.” The tall robot looking sorcerer, Megumi referred to as Mechamaru says.

“That is irrelevant when it comes to jujutsu sorcery. Especially with Fushiguro, he is a Zen’in after all. I’d say he’s more reliable than the head of the family.”

Your eyes fall on the raven haired boy. His teeth gritted at the sound of being called a Zen’in. You didn’t know much about the Zen’in clan, but you did know Megumi wanted nothing to do with them.

“Hey now! No fighting. Now..where is that idio-“

The Kyoto sensei’s words are cut off as her eyes fall on your shrunken form.

“y/n?...” She asks, her eyes fixated on the familiar glint in yours.

“Um...yes?”

“You look just like her...”

“Sorry?...her?”

Your small exchange is interrupted by Gojo’s loud voice making his presence known.

“HERE I AM!”

He wheels in a large box filled with who knows what. You give Megumi a puzzled look only to receive a shrug in response.

“Looks like everyone’s here! I was actually on a business trip overseas, and I brought some souvenirs for you all!! Not you Utahime!” Gojo-sensei says as he hands out a small tribal doll to the students from Kyoto.

“And for the Tokyo kids!”

The large box pops open startling both you and Megumi. The open box reveals something you could have only dreamt about. Or at least you thought it would only have been a dream.

“It’s the dearly departed Itadori Yuuji!!”

“Ha Gotcha!!”

Your e/c eyes fill with tears as you stare at the face of your apparently alive friend. You thought you would never see him again. You had suffered through months of tears, months of sitting in your bed refusing to eat or drink. Months of being in Megumi’s arms sobbing into the collar of his cotton t-shirt. How could he be here? This must be a sick dream. But the way Megumi clings to you, the harsh grip he has on your hand, proves that this is no dream. Yuuji was in fact, standing in front of you alive and well.

“...how..” You utter, the tears collecting on your lash line refusing to fall.

“Sensei! They don’t looks happy at all!” Yuuji blares, the familiar voice sending chills up and down your spine.

Megumi’s hand loosens slightly as he guides you toward the box Yuuji was still standing in. Nobara kicks the box slightly startling the pink haired boy.

“You got anything to say?” She asks, small tears collecting in her eyes as well.

“Uhhh sorry for not telling you I was alive?”

“Yeah you should be sorry..” You say, your voice shaky but threatening.

“Y/n I-“

“I don’t want to hear it Yuuji, do you know how long I cried, how painful it was to be reminded every day that I’d never get to see you again. But here you are!! Just fine!! Nothing wrong at all! I understand how it would be dangerous to tell everyone...but me? Why couldn’t you have just told me? Just given me an ounce of relief? How could you Yuuji..” You turn your face onto Megumi’s arm, the sleeve of his jacket collecting the tears that never fell. Megumi’s hand comes to your head stroking the top lovingly.

“Y/n..there wasn’t a day that went by...that I didn’t think about you. I missed you so much, I really did. I had to keep it a secret..you know I would have run to you if I could..you know that right?”

“I don’t really know anything right now.” You say, your hand slipping out of Megumi’s as you walk away from the trio.

What were you supposed to think? Suddenly your best friend is back..the Kyoto sensei giving you weird looks and saying you remind her of...her? Who’s she? How were you supposed to feel. This was all just too much for one day. You contemplated dropping out of the exchange, curling up in your bed and sleeping the awful moment away...but something in you refused. You knew, Yuuji would never purposefully hurt you, not after what you two had been through. You will stay, you will fight, and you will find the answers. Nothing can stop you now. Not when you’ve worked this hard. This isn’t for Yuuji anymore, not even for Megumi. This is for you, only you, and you were gonna make that obvious.

a/n: wow…that took so long to put out omg. but there it is you guys !! the first part of the series is over ! i might just revisit this because i left it on a cliffhanger and i have so many more ideas about this book but for now here you go ! thank you so much for sticking with me for so long and i apologize for the lack of updates towards the end. i love you all so much <3

[nottheweirdest]

Day 5: Ballroom

I'm posting these on Ao3 now, so if that's easier you can find the link here. :-) It's very strange for me to just write something down quickly and kinda just leave it. It's a good exercise! :-D Without further ado...

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four,” Amy chanted as she led Sonic through steps they’d already been practicing for the past three hours. She could feel the tension in his limbs, feel how rigidly he held his body, and knew it was only a matter of time before--

“Ouch!” she yelped, releasing Sonic to hold her already tender toes.

“Oh no, Ames, I’m so sorry!” Sonic grabbed her elbows to steady her, face full of concern and frustration. “I’m never going to get this right!”

Amy winced, but gingerly put weight back on her injured foot. “It takes time, Sonic. When was the last time you ballroom danced?”

“Uhhh…”

“Exactly! Be patient with yourself!”

Sonic’s shoulders sagged and he took a step back, turning and making for his phone. He pressed pause on his music app, stopping the cheerful waltz before the end. “The wedding is in two days! Besides, you know patience isn’t exactly one of my virtues.”

“True. But, you know Shadow isn’t going to expect this, right?”

“That’s the whole point!” Sonic plopped down on the glossy gymnasium floor next to his phone and stuck his legs out straight. He leaned back on his hands and sighed. “I wanted to surprise him. He likes this kinda thing, you know?”

Amy joined her dejected friend, and sat down next to him, spreading her dress out around her before turning to face him. “Sonic…. It’s really sweet you want to surprise Shadow, but you do know the reason he’s there, right?”

“To... marry me?”

“Yes,” Amy laughed. “To marry you! Not to dance, or be impressed, or surprised. Just to marry you.”

“I know….. He does so much for me, though. I wanted to do this one thing--”

“Well, you could definitely have started learning earlier,” she chastised, “but it’s okay. We’re gonna get this down, and you’ll be great. He will be very surprised.”

Sonic was silent, eyes trained on the ground. Amy watched him for a moment before reaching for his phone and hitting play. She stood and held out her hand as the song started up. “Again.”

“Amy….”

“Is the brave Hero of Mobius really going to let one little waltz beat him?”

Narrowed emerald eyes met hers, Sonic’s hand finally reaching out to accept her help.

“When we try this time, I want you to close your eyes.”

Sonic raised an eye ridge. “Are you crazy? I’ll run you right over!”

Amy shook her head and held her arms out in the proper position. “You won’t. You’re overthinking. You need to trust that your body knows the steps. Close your eyes and pretend I’m Shadow.”

“I duno, Amy… That’s kinda weird…”

“Do I need to get my hammer?”

Sonic grumbled, but moved closer.

“Nope. This time you’re leading,” Amy corrected, waiting for Sonic to adjust his hands appropriately. He did and she scoffed. “You planning on being this far away from Shadow when you dance?”

Sonic ears flicked back in annoyance, but he reluctantly pressed himself against his friend and closed his eyes.

“Take a deep breath,” Amy said calmly. “Think about Shadow. Imagine you’re dancing with him. Think about how he’ll move to the music, how you’ll move together. Your body knows the steps now, you just need to let go.”

Sonic nodded and did what she said, imagining his hand was pressed against Shadow’s shoulder, just away from sharp spines. He imagined Shadow’s hand in his, the hybrid’s grip strong, and sure, their bodies pressing together as they had a thousand times before. He felt his heart jump and warm at the mere thought of his partner, and found, if he thought hard enough, he could even almost detect a hint of lavender in the air, almost see that tender look in Shadow’s eyes that was reserved just for him.

“You’re doing it,” Amy whispered.

Sonic opened his eyes, surprised to find himself gliding across the gym floor, his lithe limbs moving in tandem with the soft uplifting sounds of string and brass. His eyes met Amy’s, and the pink hedgehog grinned at him knowingly. Amy had been right. Just like she was when she’d guessed he might be into Shadow. Just like she was when she told him she thought Shadow might return his feelings. Just like she was when she told him Shadow was the one.

She’d been the first to support him when he was just beginning to understand what he wanted and she’d never stopped since.

“Thanks, Amy. For everything”

The pink hedgehog kissed his cheek and smiled. “That’s what Maids of Honor are for.”

[itstheimpossibledream]

Catholic School

Summary: Just some Smutty Smut Buuuuut I wanted to do something fun & different. For some reason I thought it was weird to me that Walker seemed so pissed about his parents putting his daughter in catholic school and of course my mind went to find a strange way to make that sexual.Soooooo yeah here’s my first Walker fic. My little black body isn’t a huge fan of glorifying lawenforcement (like we see oftenly in the show) so idk how many more Walker fics we’ll get but, I had to do this one for my Jared girls!

Word Count :2,714

Pairing:Walker x Emily/you( Idk I wrote it weird)

“Is that all of it?” He asked, mock huffing as he set down the container of things at the top of your pyramid of boxes. 

“You better not knock over my stuff.” you shout over your shoulder. As you reach out to resume setting up your bookcase, you hear a shuffle and crash. The box’s contents cover the floor,and instead of scolding him for what you knew he would do ,you turn back to the shelf, right after shooting him a look to let him know he would absolutely be held responsible for removing the mess. 

“I’m sorry babe that’s my fault.” He chuckled, getting onto his knees to begin the process of cleaning up. You just roll your eyes and return to your shelf.

“ Woah ,woah! What is this ? Why haven’t I seen you in this!?!” He exclaims whirling you around and practically smacking you in the face with the skirt from your old high school uniform.

“Because you didn’t go to Our Lady of Peace”t

You retort smartly,smacking the skirt away from your nose.

“See that’s not fair!” He says ,grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in. Cordell Walker wasn’t always the ridiculously goofy & sentimental type. In fact, he was working his way into being one of the best law enforcement officers this area had ever seen. But, as he held the skirt up to your waist, his strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach flip as he kissed directly below your ear before whispering “please”.

As stupid as it was a small part of you did want to know if you could still fit into the uniform. And an even larger part of you couldn’t wait to use it as your secret weapon later, to get out of doing laundry or some other menial household chore. Moving in together was a big step.It was thrilling and exciting but, so far it hasn’t been without its challenges. You noted this part particularly as you looked down at your pile of items discarded from the box; dusting the edge of your peripheral vision.

“Fine” you breathe lightly, feigning disinterest “but you’re gonna regret it.”

“Em. There’s no way that’s possible.” he calls out shooting you a toothy grin. You allow the door to slam behind you ,cutting him off from sharing whatever fantasies he had worked up with the slam of the door between you. Surprisingly, the skirt slipped on with unimaginable ease, and the rest of your time was spent judging yourself in the mirror. The skirt barely covered your butt, you were aware. And the whore in you absolutely couldn’t wait to rush out and show him. Cordell was a calm Texas boy, a sweet and simple lover, truth be told you had wondered often about how to pull out his dark side and this skirt may be just the thing to do it. You had seen him slam suspects against a wall and tackle down perps. But, that was emotion reserved specifically for when he was angry, and never directed towards you. It wasn’t that you wanted him to be upset with you. But, you had been together long enough to understand sweet Walker and something in you desperately wanted to know what was beneath that. 

You took off your t-shirt and threw it in the hamper, allowing the black lace of your bra to show itself fully in connection with the red and black plaid of the skirt.

“You’re done for Walker.” You laugh as you open the door to see him standing in the hallway, he had been waiting for you, practically on his tip-toes jumping for excitement.

“ Oh my gawd.” The Texas twang in his voice was unmistakable. You smile up at him, stepping into the hall when you are met by a large, veiny hand on the skin of your bare stomach. “No.” He says slowly pushing you back into the bedroom. “ I can’t let you go anywhere like that.” You watch the expression on his face, as his eyes turn hungry and his grip changes from pushing you to his fingers lightly digging into your skin.

“Get on the bed.” He commands. You do as you’re told, looking up at him innocently while sitting on the side of the bed.He sits next to you and begins running a hand up your thigh.

“You know you’re ridiculously hot in this outfit right?” You just look at him,pretending to be entirely unaware of what the outfit was doing to him.

“Tell me something.” he says, rubbing the expanse of your leg again. “What’s the sluttiest thing you did in this outfit?” Your eyes shot up to meet his, and then immediately looked away.  

“Unh uhhh.” he warned, moving his hand up from your thigh to meet your warmth. You gasp lightly at his touch, and your response causes a dark smirk to play at the corner of his lips. 

You can feel him push pressure onto your clit and allow yourself to close your eyes. 

“Don’t tell me you never let anyone bend you over a desk and tell you how good it feels to be inside you catholic girl?” he joked. You let out a light moan as  he pushed two fingers inside.

“Your darkest highschool secret.Come on, tell me.” You can feel his breath hitch as you lightly move your hips, changing your position on his fingers. 

“I-I wanted my history teacher.” you breathe. You had no idea why you revealed that.

“Good girl….tell me more.”

“I’d pull my skirt up so  he could see, then I’d bend over and pick up books, or lean all the way over a desk to help a classmate, anything I could do to get his attention.” Once you started talking you couldn’t stop.You wanted to tell him every filthy thing you had ever done or even thought of. 

“Mmmm he made you wet didn’t he baby?” you shut your eyes even tighter not wanting to see his face, for fear of his reaction. A highschool teacher as a student’s first real crush isn’t out of the ordinary but he had a way of bringing out your dirtiest thoughts. 

“Yes.” you allowed out in a shaky breath. He pumped his hands faster into you.

“But you’ve done dirtier things than that right babygirl?” he asks. Fuck .Why did he have to call you baby girl? He knew that was a weakness, and clearly he didn’t intend on taking it easy on you anytime soon. 

“In class” you whisper “I stayed after to finish a test once.” your breathing is becoming ragged, he has to know you don’t have much longer before his hand sends you over the edge. 

“And what happened?” he asks gently near your ear, the smoothness of his voice now, contrasting with the force he is using to fuck his hands into you. 

“I knew he liked me, he couldn’t say it but, he did.”

“So you teased him.” he pushes his fingers into you, sending you over the edge. Your head drops back between your shoulder blades and you open your eyes, to look at him as you moan your way through your orgasm. Looking up at him as innocently as possible.He gets up from the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. You somehow manage to recover, as he moves toward you, setting you up father onto the mattress. He places the pad of his thumb at the top of your bottom lip, running it over the puffy, pink skin of your pout.

“You’re such a beautiful little fuck doll.”he moans , pushing his thumb inside your mouth, you suck on it, submissively. You hear him undoing his pants with his other hand, and soon he’s on top of you, covering your body with his. The skin-to-skin contact is deliciously fulfilling and you want to feel every inch of him over you.

“Open your legs for me princess.” he commands but,your head is swimming with adrenaline and you barely hear him. 

“Don’t make me ask twice, baby.” He says, forcing your knees apart, opening you up wide for him to see. You feel the heat of him next to your opening and roll your hips, trying to get him into you but,he doesn’t allow you to satisfaction. Instead, he leans in, kissing you deeply, exploring your mouth. You watch as he pulls back,your lips graze his adam’s apple slowly kissing down his lightly stubbled neck. Suddenly, you feel his lips close to your ear and he begins questioning you again.

“I like that you’re a good girl.”he says calmly “ But,I know your mind is dirty…...tell me what you really did.”he commands.

“I - I -” he cuts you off from even being able to answer by pushing himself into you, filling you up and causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. He smiled down at you but,didn’t move his hips. He allows you time to adjust to him, when your breathing steadies, you try to talk again.

“My friend had told me that her boyfriend had fingered her at the movies,I wasn’t really interested in the story but, she did say that it felt good, and I guess I was intrigued or something I don’t know.” He pushed into you slowly, and you could see the  darkness in his eyes. He was revelling in the story,turned on by both your honesty and innocence. 

“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t stay focused on my test.” you tried to return your mind to the story but, you were so enraptured by the pressure he was creating in your body you could barely focus. 

“So I finished the test.” you continued “ and then I just I guess I started day dreaming or something.I don't know-” You trailed off, bucking your hips again, and he moves a hand down to stop you from fucking him, possibly even from making him cum. Every one of his exhales seemed to accompany a moan now and you loved how this was all affecting him. You could tell how incredibly turned on he was and it only worked to make you want to fuck him more. 

“When he came back in the room, my test was finished on my desk but, my hand was down my skirt, and I was moaning out his name.” He started thrusting now, quickly moving from a light pace to a hard pumping into you. “My legs were spread wide, and I remember just cumming all over my fingers.” your voice was becoming ragged now,but you continued. 

“Something about him catching me, and knowing he could see my hand in my underwear peeking out from under my skirt.”you sigh. Quickly, he pulls off out of you, rolling you over and positioning you on all fours. This was new, you had never been opposed to doggy-style but, the good-evangelical texas christian boy he was raised as did have an obvious love for the missionary position.You were jerked out of this realization by his pulling of your hair.He lowers his mouth next to your ear “finish telling me the story.”he commands.

“I don’t remember anything else.” you say trying so hard to balance enough to rub yourself into your next orgasm. He smacks his hips into you, pulling you up even further saying “Good girls don’t lie.You get fucked when you tell the truth.” he whispers. Slowing his pace in you.You feel so frustrated by him denying you your right to orgasm and you start raising your voice at him. 

“I- I liked it.” you divulge “ I didn’t stop when he walked in on me. I wanted him to see, to catch me. It made me so fucking hot, because…… because he didn’t look away.” you exhale roughly. He picks up his pace again, really fucking into you.Grunting hard as he digs his nails into your hips. 

“He liked it babygirl.” he moans out “He loved seeing you in that skirt as much as I do.” he moaned again as, you push your hips back to meet him and he moans again,moving one arm to push your head down,as he fucks into you more forcefully than he ever has before. 

“Fuck Em-”he breathes, right before pluging himself into you. You can feel the coil snap in you,as he fills you with his cum.You become aware of how hard you had been holding onto the bed sheets and how your eyes had blissfully rolled to the back of your head, and caused your entire body to relax. It was amazing how he could do that.The two of you laid there for a few moments just panting in the silence.Eventually, he pulled himself out of you receding to the bathroom, you hear him turn on the faucet, water rushing, turning off the faucet he lightly pads his way back into the room. You had managed to roll over but not change much in appearance.He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, interlacing the fingers on his opposite hand with yours.

“What’s on your mind Cordell Walker? “ you asked from a sleepy haze. He was quiet for a moment before answering, letting the silence sit as you drifted off further. 

“ I just really like that skirt.” You can hear him

Smiling to himself.  You brush a finger over his thumb to let him know you’re still awake and that he won’t get off easily, without something deeper than the skirt inspiring the incredible sexual connections you had both experienced. Your mind danced with the silence again. It was the sound of his heartbeat that brought you back to earth, to Texas, to the bed with him. He speaks quietly, his tone just above a whisper,

“ I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. I know that’s not our thing.” The uncertainty of his voice shocked you “ I just -I wanted to try-“ 

“ I liked it .” You say cutting him off cheerfully without opening your eyes. 

“ Good.” Silence blankets the room again. “ I just don’t want you to think I’m trying to rush the kids' thing. I know we said we’d revisit it once we moved in together.But, if you’re not ready. I don’t see any reason to push it.”

“Well” you said rolling over, “we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.I just hope we don’t have a girl.”You sigh.You can feel his chuckle radiate through your body. 

“Well the one thing I do know is she will not go to catholic school.” he joked.You burst into laughter. You were right, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Catholic school creates sluts,what can I say?”you smile to yourself,snuggling in.

“I didn’t say that.” He smiles. You run your hand down his forearm,feeling the strength in his arms as your fingertips trace the vanes mapped out across his limb.” It was late, and moving in,during a Texas summer had been almost unbearable.This was the moment you had finally allowed yourself to rest, and being curled up next to him you felt safe enough to drift off to sleep. Into a world where you and Cordell Walker had a daughter, that would be some world.She’d be gorgeous just like her father of course.Probably as headstrong and emotional too. You had always pictured yourself having a boy though. 

No matter what the two of you eventually ended up with, it was clear he would be an amazing dad. You fell asleep smiling to yourself, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, everything would be alright. Moving in, may have been the best thing the two of you had ever done.

[gamergirl929]

Wrapped Around Your Finger (Carli Lloyd x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Can I request carli x r where Carli is absolutely whipped for the reader and everyone teases her about it. Like before they’re even dating she’s whipped and she’s even more so after they’re dating

Carli Lloyd shakes her head, the pout on your face immediately making her cave.  

She ducks down in front of you, a grin on your face as you clamber onto her back, your arms slipping around her neck as her hands settle on the undersides of your thighs.  

You duck down, burying your face in Carli’s neck, the woman’s cheeks flushing when you kiss her jawline.  

“She’s so whipped.” Kelley whispers, Alex nodding.  

"Imagine what it would be like if they started dating.” Emily snorts and Julie scoffs.  

“IF? Don’t you mean WHEN?” She giggles.  

Towards the back of the group, Megan and Ashlyn, share a glance, the two humming loudly.  

“No.” Ali says before either of them can speak, the women’s eyes narrowing.  

“We didn’t say any-

“No.” Ali says again the two women pouting.  

Meanwhile, ahead of the pack, Carli carries you to the locker room, the woman gently sitting you down on the bench before she sits behind you.  

“Do you need anything else?” She asks, glancing around. “Wait, I’ll grab you a water.”  

You watch Carli go with a smile; your cheeks flushed.  

You’d taken a tumble on the field during the second half, your ankle rolling in a way that ended up taking you out of the game.  

Ever since that fall, Carli had been doting over you, more so than she already had been, well before your tumble.  

In a sense, you had Carli Lloyd wrapped around your finger without meaning to, though she’d insisted on doing basically anything for you that she had the power to do.  

“Hey, here.”  

You’re pulled out of your trance by Carli herself, the woman forgoing on sitting behind you and instead sitting in front of you as she passes you a cool water.  

You take a sip of the cool water, your eyes widening when Carli nods to your injured ankle.  

“I got some ice.” She holds a bag up and you smile, your cheeks flushing when she pats her lap, urging you to rest your injured foot there, which you do.  

You sigh as Carli inspects your ankle, icing it as she massages the other side.  

“What am I going to do with you?” She teases and you shrug.

“Beats me.”  

Carli shakes her head, frowning when you grunt in pain.  

“It’s okay.” She whispers with a frown.  

Across the locker room, Christen smirks, she and Tobin watching as Carli dotes over you, massaging and icing your ankle tenderly, in a way that’s reserved for someone who she’d held dearly.  

“How are they not together yet?” Mallory whispers to Christen, the forward shaking her head.  

“I have no idea.”  

Emily glances at Kelley.

“Maybe we can change that?” She smirks, though just as Kelley’s lips part, Ali shakes her head.  

“No.”  

“But, we didn’t say anyth-

“No.”  

Your eyes glaze over as you watch Carli tend to your ankle, your cheeks flush and your heart skipping a beat in your chest.  

You knew you couldn’t deny what you were feeling for Carli went WELL beyond friendship, who wouldn’t fall for someone like her?  

Someone who, even though you were only friends, treated you like a queen, like someone she held dearly, and she did, in a way you hadn’t known was more than friendship, but in the coming days, those feelings would become apparent.

“You alright?”  

You jump, your eyes widening when you realize Carli is staring at you in question, her brows furrowed.  

“Wh-What?” You ask, head cocked to the side and she smirks.  

“I was asking if your ankle feels any better.”  

You smile, noting a large amount of the pain had ebbed away.  

“Yeah, all because of you.”  

Carli shrugs, her cheeks flushing.  

“I just helped.”  

You roll your eyes, resting your hand on top of hers, the woman’s brown orbs widening.  

“You more than helped.”

Carli glances away bashfully, shrugging.  

“Just helped.”  

You roll your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  

“Sure, you did.”  

Unsurprisingly, Carli decides to carry you to the bus, also unsurprisingly, you let her.  

                                                            ***

Your ankle injury meant you were confined to bed for the night, orders from Dr. Carli Lloyd.  

You smirk as Carli sits on the bed beside you, the woman smiling softly.  

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” She asks, eyes darting around to make sure your drink is close enough, as well as the medication and ice pack.  

“I’m alright.”  

In that very moment your stomach decides to rumble loudly, a smirk stretching across Carli’s face.  

“You were saying now?” She teases and you groan.  

“FINE. I’m hungryyyyy, but you’ve already done so much for me I-

Before you can even finish your sentence, Carli is on her feet, her shoes on and keys in hand.  

“Craving anything specific?” She asks and you shake your head, chuckling.  

“Surprise me.”  

Carli grins.  

“You got it.”  

                                                            ***

“Ohhhh, where you going Lloyd?”

Carli stops at the hotel’s entrance, glancing over her shoulder to find Kelley, along with the team babies standing behind her, dressed for what she knows is a night out.  

“Going to get some food, Y/N’s hungry.”  

“She’s got you wrapped around her finger.” Kelley smirks, Carli’s brows furrowing.  

“I just don’t want her hurting her ankle anymore.” She shrugs, stepping out of the hotel, her teammates on her heels.  

“Admit it Carlos, you’re whipped.” Emily smirks, the forward scoffing.  

“I am NOT whipped.” She snorts and Rose hums, tapping her chin.  

“You carry her whenever she asks.” She says, Carli’s eyes narrowing.  

“You carry her bags every time we get to a new hotel...” Sam adds, Lindsey grinning.  

“You tie her shoes for her if you see they’re untied.”  

Emily nods.  

“You’re going out to get her food, when the hotel has food.”  

Carli scoffs.  

“I just want to get what she likes...” She shuffles from foot to foot and Kelley smirks.  

“Whipped.” Kelley’s lips split in a grin and Carli huffs, the woman turning to head down the street, though Kelley’s voice stops her.

“But it’s okay, we’re all a little whipped when it comes to being in love.”  

Carli stops midstride, her brown orbs widening.  

“Love?” She asks, flipping on her heels, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she finds her voice.  

“Did you just say I love Y/N?” She asks, the thought of having you in that way making her heart race.  

Kelley’s brows furrow before she sings.  

“Yessssssssssss I did.”  

Carli stares at her for a moment, blinking once, then twice, a third time, her mind racing as she thinks of the way that you make her feel, the way her heart races when you’re around and how every time you laugh, she can’t help but smile, the butterflies in her stomach riled up just by the sound.  

She shakes her head, her gaze dropping to her shoes.  

Could Kelley be right?  

Could she really be in love with her best friend?

                                                            ***

There’s a brief knock on your hotel room door before it opens, your brows furrowing when Julie, along with Alex, Tobin and Christen, the four women standing at the end of your bed.  

“Did you pick the lock?” You ask, staring at Tobin who holds her hands up.  

“I didn’t pick the lock!”  

Christen smiles as she holds the card to your room up.  

“Carli wanted someone to have it just in case you needed help.” She smiles.  

You chuckle, cheeks dusted pink.  

“Of course, she did.”  

Julie flops down on the bed beside you, propping herself up on her elbow.  

“How’s the ankle?” Alex asks as she sits on the end of the bed, smiling at the level of care Carli put into wrapping your ankle as well as adjusting your ice pack just right.

“It’s better, Carli made sure of that.” You smile, eyes widening when you see the look on Julie’s face.  

“What?”  

“You’re so clueless.” Tobin teases as she flops into the chair beside your bed.  

“What do you mean?” You ask and Tobin snorts.  

“Exactly.”  

You huff, your bottom lip jutted out in a pout.  

Christen takes pity on you, as does Alex, the two sitting down on the bed beside you.  

“You like her.”  

You snort.  

“Of course, I do.”  

Alex shakes her head with a giggle, whereas Tobin simply pinches the bridge of her nose.  

“She means you LIKEEEE her.” Tobin puts emphasis on the word and your eyes widen.  

“Wh-What?” You murmur, shaking your head as your mind races, your cheeks flushing.  

You couldn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, but was it true?

Did you really LIKE Carli in that way?

“So?” Julie asks and you give your head a shake, pulling yourself from your trance.  

“I mean...” You swallow hard, the thought of Carli doting over you, the way she smiled when her eyes locked with yours, the way her touch was so tender.  

You smile, a smile that makes everyone else in the room grin.  

Your heart skips a beat when you think of the way Carli had taken care of you today, literally carrying you to the locker room, to the bus and to the room, making sure you don’t further agitate your ankle, the way she delicately tended to the injury.  

The thought makes your small smile split into a massive grin.  

She was right.  

They were ALL right.  

You were in love with Carli Lloyd.  

                                                            ***

It’s nearly an hour later than Carli pushes the door open, slipping into the room, two plastic bags in her hands.  

“I uhhh… Went with Chinese I know it’s your favorite.” She walks to the table, only turning to you once she’s sat the food down.

The woman’s brown orbs widen when she sees the look on your face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asks noticing the slightest change to the typical twinkle in your eye.

Carli sits on the bed beside you, the woman’s eyes widening when cup one of her cheeks.

Carli's heart skips a beat, the woman’s breath hitching when your thumb runs along her bottom lip.

Brown orbs disappear behind closed eyelids as she leans into your touch.

“Do you…” Carli takes a deep breath, afraid to open her eyes, afraid to see your reaction.

“Do you feel it too?” She asks, voice just above a whisper.

Instead of replying in the normal sense, you lean in, closing the distance between you with a kiss.  

Carli’s brown orbs flash open as they dart around your face, her lips moving against yours.  

Again, her eyes flutter shut as she relishes in the kiss, pulling back only to change the angle of the innocent and passionate kiss.  

Carli's hands move to cover your own her fingers slotting between yours.  

The two of you eventually part, eyes fluttering open at nearly the same time, glassy brown orbs locking with Y/E/C’s.  

Carli leans back in, resting her forehead against yours.  

“So?” She whispers, voice so soft you have to strain your ears to hear.  

You grin.  

“I love you too.”  

                                                            ***

Julie shakes her head, watching as Carli drops do the ground in front of you, tying your untied shoe that you hadn’t even notice had become untied.  

Kelley grins at you and Carli, your girlfriend looking up at you, brown orbs shining with nothing but pure adoration.  

You duck down, pressing a kiss to her lips before you move to your feet, Carli’s fingers tangling with yours.

“Ready?” She asks and you grin.  

“Ready.”  

The two of you turn, ready to leave the field only to find the rest of the team smiling your way.  

“What?” You ask, brows furrowed and everyone grins.  

“Carli’s still just as whipped as before.”  

The aforementioned woman’s eyes narrow, that is, until you press a kiss to her cheek.  

“They’re just jealous.” You whisper, Carli kneeling down so you can climb on her back, carrying you passed her teammates and towards the bus.  

Everyone shakes their heads, following behind the two of you.  

“Somethings never change.”  

[retrogradedreaming]

heyyyyyy if you wanna write more sk8 prompt / headcanon things,,, may i request (imma give you options because i am ✨indecisive✨and don't know what you'd want to write lol)

okay so shadow giving the group friendship bracelets (idk how you feel about writing for shadow hence the other options because i panicked and this was the first thing i thought of lol)

or langa just sitting down and talking to carla because i feel like he would (also kind of a weird one lol)

or uhhh oH you like matchablossom ! joe feeling self-conscious about acne scars (or having acne as a teen ???) and cherry telling him that he's beautiful (in whatever way cherry would iuygfyuhi)

sorry for three options lol this is also partially a way to procrastinate doing my homework ✌🏻so thank you for providing me a means of distraction anYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY iuhgcfghuijokijhgv

Sorry this took a while!! I went with the first prompt for a challenge and it ended up WAY longer than I thought. I hope you like it! And thanks for sending these! I love the other ideas, too, so I might come back to them.

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If there was anything Shadow knew, it was how to curate an image. At work, he created arrangements and bouquets to say exactly what the customer wanted. When he skated, he was the clown punk of the S community. Until recently, he’d never let those identities overlap. Now that they had, it felt almost like forming a third persona—except this wasn’t one he had to work so hard to maintain.

He’d started making the bracelets offhandedly at work on a slow afternoon at the flower shop, braiding and weaving colorful thread from the supply drawer. They normally used it to dress up orders, but there was so much that they wouldn’t miss a few feet. He didn’t realize that he was making them for his new group of friends until he’d finished the second one, and by then it seemed a waste not to finish the job. Now that he had friends who knew and actually liked both sides of him, he felt like they deserved...something. Something to show them what it meant to him, that it mattered.

And yet, once he’d finished them all, the idea of giving them to everyone made his chest tighten as he thought that maybe they’d all judge him after all. As Shadow, it was easier to pretend not to care, but he couldn’t pretend it wouldn’t mean something—something he didn’t want it to mean—if they did.

Still, the next night he showed up at S, five bracelets laden with charms and beads clacking together in his pocket. He swore he could hear them, even with the crowd around him. His palms sweat beneath his gloves, and he was only grateful that no one else could see how nervous he was behind his makeup. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous, even for a beef. This should be easy. His friends wouldn’t just reject him over some bracelets. And if they took them home and threw them away, well...at least he wouldn’t be there to see it, so what did he care?

“Hey, you good, Shadow?”

Shadow jumped, and it was only when he stopped to look for the source of the voice that he noticed that he’d walked right by the same people he’d been looking for. Reki leaned forward, one foot on his board, looking intently at Shadow and obviously expecting an answer.

“Of course I’m good,” Shadow barked, but Reki didn’t seem convinced. He raised a brow and shrugged, shoving one hand in his pocket and absently raising one of his hoodie strings to put it between his teeth.

“If you say so,” Reki said, settling back against Langa’s shoulder. “You seem kinda weird tonight, though.”

“What do you mean weird?” Shadow shouted, voice low and gravelly. “I’m supposed to be weird! It’s not my fault you don’t know what it means to get into character.”

“He’s right, though,” Miya chimed in. “It’s outside your normal weirdness, and it’s kind of creeping me out.”

“I didn’t even do anything!” Shadow exclaimed, and his heart sank. This was exactly what he’d been afraid of, and part of him was already shoving his plan to the back of his mind, ready to leave the bracelets in his pocket and toss them himself once he got home. He could do it, and no one would know but him.

“It’s true,” Cherry mused from where he stood in Joe’s shadow. “You don’t usually look so...bothered when you’re here.”

“Listen—” Shadow began, whipping his hand from his pocket, only to hear a soft clacking as two of the bracelets hit the ground—the one he’d intended for Reki, bright red and decorated with beads of different sizes and a bright orange alstroemeria flower charm, and the other for Langa, soft blue thread woven simply with a white gerbera.

“What’s that?” Miya asked before Shadow could scoop them up and hide them again. He almost did anyway, almost tried to pass them off as some trick meant for a beef he wasn’t even skating tonight. In the end, he resigned himself to risking every single friendship he’d built over the past several months, and sighed as he held out the bracelets to Reki and Langa.

“I made them,” he said, and his voice lost some of the edge he reserved for his S persona. “Sorry I didn’t wrap them or anything. I didn’t wanna do anything too fancy, y’know? Anyway, if you hate it, at least wait until I’m not around to get rid of ‘em.”

Reki took his without hesitation, Langa picking his own up out of Shadow’s palm like he might break it if he weren’t careful. Reki twisted the beads between his fingers, rubbing them over the different sizes like they were a miniature skating course as a grin spread across his face. Langa immediately tried putting his on, fumbling until Reki paused long enough to help him tie it around his wrist.

“It’s soft,” Langa said, running his fingertips over the delicate braiding, and that told Shadow all he needed to know. Langa was particular about textures, and he always stuck with the same clothing brands because he knew how the fabric felt. Shadow knew to take it as a compliment when Langa left the bracelet on.

A weight felt like it had lifted from Shadow’s shoulders, and he let himself relax. He took the last three bracelets from his pocket, offering the next to Miya. The vibrant purple thread stood out next to the others, and it was the only one he’d added an extra charm to—a silver cat paw—along with the freesia he’d chosen for the youngest member of their group.

“I didn’t know a slime could make something so tasteful,” Miya remarked as he let Shadow tie it around his wrist.

“Watch who you’re calling a slime,” Shadow growled, though there was almost no bite behind the words. “I can always take that back.”

“After all that just to take it out of your pocket?” Miya scoffed, flicking the paw with a finger. “You wouldn’t.”

It was true, Shadow thought, as he turned to give the last two to Cherry and Joe. He wouldn’t dare take them back when his friends actually seemed to like them, and even more than that seemed grateful to receive them. It was what he’d hoped for, but he’d also learned by now to hope for the best and expect the worst so he didn’t get too disappointed if things didn’t work out. After all, so few things in his life had happened as he expected, for better or worse, and now, as he handed over a thin pink and brown woven bracelet and another green and woven like thick rope, he wanted to savor this thing that had.

“Hey, it’s not a cherry blossom,” Joe pointed out as he peered sideways at Cherry’s bracelet.

“Yeah, I thought it would be too obvious,” Shadow said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“The zinnia is appropriate,” Cherry said, eyes roving over Shadow’s handiwork as if he were trying to find fault. And yet, when he took his eyes away from it, he gave Shadow a smile that Shadow recognized as the same one he practiced for most others at S—except this one reached his eyes. “A symbol of acclaim and enduring friendship, correct? Certainly more refined than jealousy.”

“What do you mean?” Joe demanded when Cherry gestured to the bracelet in his hands.

“A yellow rose stands for jealousy,” Cherry said matter-of-factly.

“It means friendship, too,” Shadow cut in before their squabbling could turn into a full blown argument. What he didn’t say was that he knew yellow roses also symbolized jealousy. He worked at a flower shop, after all, and had put together enough subtle spite bouquets for people forced into occasions they didn’t want to attend that he of course knew all the various meanings of different flowers. Roses were some of the most versatile, and he’d hoped no one would pick up on the alternate meaning—the one that said he envied Joe’s strength as much as he valued his friendship.

“Put it on for me,” Cherry said, holding the bracelet out to Joe and lifting the hem of his pants to reveal his ankle.

“Sure, princess,” Joe said, taking the bracelet and stooping to the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Langa asked, eyes migrating to Shadow’s wrists, clad only in his spiked gloves. Shadow followed his gaze, turning his hands over absently, as if he didn’t already know he’d never made himself a bracelet.

“I didn’t make myself one,” he said. “It’s kinda weird to make a friendship bracelet for yourself.”

“I don’t think so,” Langa mused. “You’re our friend, so you shouldn’t be the only one without a bracelet.”

“Hey, yeah,” Reki said, grasping Shadow’s hand and inspecting his wrist like if he looked hard enough, a bracelet would materialize.

Shadow pulled his hand away. “It’s not a big deal. I made those for you guys because you’re the only people who know this me and the other me. I just wanted to do something to show that I...well…”

“That you care,” Miya supplied, and Shadow was glad that his mask covered the heat that rose to his face.

“Whatever,” he muttered, only to catch Reki and Joe both grinning out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s still not the same if you don’t have one,” Reki said, tapping at the beads on his own bracelet. He thought for a moment, and just as Shadow opened his mouth to say it was fine, that he’d make himself one eventually if it was that big a deal, Reki’s face lit up. Before Shadow could ask about it, the group was already dissolving to skate, each person wearing their respective bracelets.

The next time they gathered at S, Reki gave Shadow a gift of his own—a bracelet woven in orange thread bearing a yellow chrysanthemum.

[brahkest-fr]

Fuckin uhhh Taro musings and Janus is there

Taro flicked his tail, brushing gently against Janus’ leg who was at the moment spacing out over a stack of dishes messily smeared with this night’s takeout dinner.

“Here I’ll wash those,” he grabbed the stack and moved over to the sink.

His ivory hair was down and ruffled as was its usual state after a night of drinking and going out on the town in drag. He grabbed it up in a clean, tight bun and tied it back, a few strands hanging down the sides of his face. He adjusted his tube dress that was probably a little too short and not so comfortable for chores. He let the sink run and fill up, soapy water engulfing his wrists. He looked back at Janus who simply stood staring with his usual sparkling eyes that were now just a bit hazy with weariness.

Taro uttered a low laugh, “Hah, still buzzed, Janus? I told you, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Whatever grandpa,” he snapped up, “I’m not the one who almost fell down the stairs tonight sober,” he sneered, taking the clip on earrings out of his ear.

Taro’s lipstick stained mouth turned down as he narrowed his eyes, “Hmph, they're new heels and was breaking them in.”

“By breaking your ass?” Janus bent over and held his back in mock pain.

Taro whipped his arm and splashed Janus who scurried away beyond the kitchen into the adjacent living room. He toppled on the couch and groaned after a few snickers at Taro’s direction. The couch was cozy and he was a little groggy from their night out so he lounged, heavy and eyes fluttering, but the itch from his fishnets was nagging. He sluggishly sat up, reaching up his dress to unhook the garters holding up the stockings. He slipped them off and threw them on the coffee table, feeling relieved. After some minutes, Taro strode over with his purse, plopping down on a leather recliner. He undid his hair, letting it fall to his shoulders again and took out a packet of makeup wipes. He snagged a few then threw it to Janus who caught it with some difficulty.

Taro wiped his face, blush and dark eyeliner staining the cloth. He looked to Janus, “You going home or staying here?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

Taro was midway undoing an earring before pausing, “Why do you always answer like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that! With questions.”

Janus smiled, “I like putting you on the spot.”

“Tch.” Taro gingerly placed his earrings on the table and combed his hair with finely manicured claws dotted with tiny pink petals.

Janus leaned in, half an eye smeared with mascara, smug as ever, “You didn’t answer me.”

Taro squinted, brow raised. Anyone else would have immediately received a sharp hook to the jaw for such brashness but it was never like that with Janus. Maybe a long time ago when they first met and Taro’s opinion of the fae was pond scum adjacent. Even then he couldn’t help but avoid punishing Janus for his impetuosity. He was simply too useful and good at his job.

-

That’s what he would tell himself anyway, as he sat irate in meetings with his officers who would complain about the brash young fae that threw his weight around as if he were a breed larger. Each request to restrain Janus was met with excuses from Taro, many of which were legitimate but others being deeply rooted attempts to disguise his favoritism. It didn’t fool anyone though and no one was surprised a sentimental Taro attached himself to someone else after his wife had left so suddenly. He was never really sure if Janus acted as some substitute for Mellow who was in many ways like him: loud and opinionated and a thorn in his side. The difference was Janus was here. And she was not.

He often tried to suppress those thoughts which he felt were more selfish than genuine. A piece of his life’s puzzle had long since been missing and for some time, Janus felt too lopsided and out of place to fit. He wracked with the idea that Janus could be anything more than a particularly talented goon but that was quickly drowned out by the many imaginings of how they could be something together. As years passed, Taro and Janus saw each other less as boss and goon and more as close friends. Taro persistently kept up appearances but his favoritism would often slip which, in the beginning, surprised Janus who wasn’t very well versed in reading Taro’s stone faced demeanor. Nowadays, he could read him like a book. It gave Taro a sense of weakness, being figured out so easily, but also a sense of comfort. He wanted someone to know him again. It was lonely, being at the top of the world.

Things became harder when Rose hatched. Taro was so desperate to keep what little shred of solace he had with Janus that used Rose to do it. He regretted it deeply but the damage was done. Taro made it his mission to make himself integral to their lives, in some part to atone for his actions and another to gain the sense of family that he longed for. He knew it was selfish and so did Janus but the fae never pushed him away or rejected the help. Taro felt good knowing Janus needed him but the guilt if it all reminded him that it was his fault in the first place. It was wrong of him to throw himself into their lives like a train without brakes but he always gave Janus the opportunity to refuse. He hoped at least, Janus knew that. It was never something the two talked about, always concerning themselves with Rose this and Rose that. Maybe they just avoided conflicting for her sake.

Taro focused much of his attention on Rose to compensate for the emotions running wild in his gut. It was easy to lose himself in the care of a hatchling. He was familiar with the motions, having taken the late night responsibilities of caring for his own kids when Mellow went to sleep. Rose was much like them in the way that the Icewarden was like the Flamecaller. She screamed a lot, bit anything within reach, and persistently tried to rip his whiskers off. He simply could not be anymore proud of the little girl with murder in her eyes laced with a softness reserved for only those closest. He felt himself go back in time with her, back to a period where he was a father and was allowed to be kind and open and vulnerable. But at the same time, she was like sandpaper: chaffing his conscience in painful ways that made him regret being a part of anything at all and yet... smoothed out all the hard edges he built up to protect himself.

He wasn’t keen on admitting it but Rose was everything he wanted in a child. Unlike his own, she was raised in the mob life, trained to defend herself and strike back with a ferocity not unlike his own. She grew up to be crude and calculated despite the cutesy exterior. Taro’s idea of family was twisted and warped by his chosen life path but he felt good - enabled by Rose and Janus, both of whom were very familiar with this unconventional lifestyle. They were the things Mellow and his children weren’t: warm and loving but violent and realistic, tempered by the brutal streets of Hewn City. Mellow... she dreamed of this life but when it came down to it, she couldn’t stay. The stars in her eyes faded once she finally reached the peak of the city’s high rises and looked down on everything she had to crush to get there. So, one day, she left with the children to reevaluate her life and Taro, miserable but understanding, let her. Rose and Janus however? They wouldn’t leave him. That particular thought always hit him like a kick to the gut.

Selfish.

He wasn't supposed to have this slice of happiness but he carved it out all the same with a confidence that disguised pained hesitation.

The first time Taro “mentioned” his feelings to Janus was a cold night on the balcony of his apartment. It was snowing that night and Janus busied himself to catching snowflakes on his tongue that he remarked tasted different than the ones back in Ice. Taro couldn’t be bothered to decipher the intricacies of frozen water and Janus noticed. He leaned on the railing beside Taro and bumped an elbow to his side.

“You alright man? Been kinda spacey today.”

Taro stared out into the heart of Hewn City, mindlessly following cars as they zipped around the grid of streets below. His whiskers drooped ever so slightly, a motion unnoticeable to anyone else but present company, as he mouthed a few nothings then spoke, “Of course I am.”

Janus pursed his lips, “Uh huh. Come on, Taro, you should know by now I’m not stupid.”

Like a book, Taro thought.

“Seriously, Taro. What’s up?”

Taro shifted on the railing, turning around to lean back against it, face to the sky. Snow fluttered down softly, landing on his face where they melted instantly from the flush of heat rising to his cheeks. Janus watched curiously as Taro tilted his head in his direction but just enough to keep his eyes out of full view.

He mumbled, “Been thinking about us.”

Janus perked his ears, “Us? What about us?”

Taro gingerly inched his tufted tail towards Janus’ and it lingered there, longer than it usually did. Janus was all too familiar with Taro’s little mannerisms, slight touches and quirks that he came to learn were the ways he preferred to communicate. It was easier than words for him despite how articulate the imp was normally. In many ways, Taro was as poor at talking about his feelings as Janus was at understanding them but in that moment on the balcony he understood. Taro didn’t look his way but continued hanging his head back, snow catching on the loose strands of hair sticking out of his ponytail. It was a pleasant moment the two cherished in silence, the feeling of mutual understanding as a warm embrace against the chill. Janus didn’t move a muscle in fear of Taro retracting and looked towards the sliding door of the apartment. Rose was inside on the couch, sharpening one of her many knives and oblivious to the two outside.

Janus halfheartedly smiled, not quite sure if he was doing it right, “I getcha.”

“Does it bother you?” Taro’s deep voice was barely audible.

“No, it’s just,” Janus scrunched his face, “I guess I don’t know how to feel about it yet. Sorry if I look weird, I’m just trying to figure it out. You know how it is.”

Taro inched closer, “I know. I just figured I should say something.” He gestured vaguely, “In some...way, before, you know, I die or something.”

“Pff, you’re not that old.”

“I could get assassinated you know. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Janus paused for a serious moment then quipped, “Rose does really like your apartment...”

Taro slapped his tail against Janus’ leg and he jumped away laughing. Times like this would occur over and over again as Taro became more comfortable with his little visions of domestic life with Janus and Rose. He gave away little signs and signals of his affection even if Janus did not always reciprocate, which was fine with him. He was simply happy being allowed to indulge in such gestures, only saddened when he was too embarrassed to be himself in front of Rose who had a rather big mouth and made it obvious that the two were being mushy gushy old men. It was funny how Taro could beat a dragon near to death in his office and order Rose to giddily mop up the blood but shirked at the idea of being too intimate with Janus. Part of him didn’t want to push the fae and another wanted to keep up appearances even though he could hardly care at this point and violently made sure no one else did either. He could be patient though. Janus was perpetually trying to figure himself out and Taro was happy to let him. He had an entire lifetime of coming to terms with his own feelings and wanted to afford Janus the same luxury.

-

Taro twirled a hair around a finger as he crossed his legs and lounged back. He cocked his head in mock thought, eyeing nothing in particular about the living room. Janus' shiny dress creaked and crinkled as he leaned in closer, elbows on the cusp in his knees.

"Come on man, I'm running out of leg here."

Taro smiled warmly, "Stay. Please."

“FINALLY,” he flopped back and slouched, “I’m going to bed. All my shit’s back at my place so gimme one of your shirts because there’s no way I’m sleeping in this.”

“I’ll give you that ‘Foxy Grandpa’ one Rose gave me for my birthday.”

“On second thought, maybe I'll stay in the dress.”

[redhawtriot]

Hay if requests are open could u do hc for Shoto and katsuki w/ a girlfriend that’s a civilian❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I ain’t proof read this! Sorry but I am with my bf rn so apologies in advance for grammatical errors. 

HnM

Art and Oreos (Todoroki x reader and Bakugou x Reader HCS)

Bakugou 💥💣

He would probably have his reservations about the entire damn thing.

He would be super reluctant because I feel like he is mostly attracted people who can show that they are his equals.

That love at first sight shit is completely bullshit. It doesn’t happen to anyone but weak minded losers who cant think with anything but their… di…cks…

Fuck…

One look at you would instantly change his mind… 

Bakugou is certainly a man who knows what he wants, and he would decide right away that he was interested in you, 

“Who are you.” It would come off as accusatory at first, but really it would be his way of saying ‘Hey, what’s you’re name.’ (This boy has the social competency of a fucking feral rat)

You obviously wouldn’t know that, so as you would stand there in your pajamas in the middle of the grocery store one night, you would clutch on to your package of Oreos a little bit tighter, “…Uhhh…”

What the fuck would you even say to something like that?

He would just stand there, his red-hot glare burning holes through your skull into the wall of cookies behind you. Okay… after a minute you would begin feeling a little uncomfortable. 

Who does this asshole think he is disrupting your late night cookie run– calling you out for your unhealthy habits in front of god and all? Seriously? He can fuck all the way off! “None of your fucking business, creep.” you would huff before brushing past him. 

Bakugou’s eyebrows would practically shoot up to the top of his forehead.  No one’s… ever talked to him like that before. For some reason the fiery look in your eyes  as you pushed your way past him would send a fluttering jolt through his heart. 

“Hey. Wait!” he would call out to you, but his voice would get caught abruptly in his chest. Was that even his voice? Holy shit. He sounded pathetic. 

So, in conclusion. Bakugou would need a civilian who he felt could carry their own– someone independent, with thick skin who could keep up with his level of bad-assery.

 That’s not to say he wouldn’t protect your ass with his dying breath.

 Actually the opposite of that. 

He would probably be extremely protective of you. Your relationship probably wouldn’t even reach any public status until like a year or two after you have been seeing each other (probably the damn wedding lol)

He would never admit this, but he likes the fact that you are a civilian. It makes it nice that he has a separate space at home away from all of the dumbasses and fuckery of work. 

You’d of course have to have your own goals too. Bakugou would never settle down with a damn scrub or a house wife. You would need to have your own successes. 

Todoroki ❄🔥

He would also be reluctant to start this relationship because he would feel guilty if anything were to happen to them because of his line of work.

Also! He probably wouldn’t be the kind of person to date one of his fans, so as soon as a civilian that he was talking to, would mention being a fan of his, he would almost instantly tune out to any further advancements. 

He would probably just assume that they like the idea of him rather than the real him.

He would try to stick with dating other heroes. 

Then he met you…

He would probably meet you in some random situation, like at a park or museum or something. Something completely non-heroes related that would tie you two together through a common interest,

You would see the man staring intently at a painting hanging on the wall of a museum. He seemed to be getting lost in the art, so you decide to save him from his obvious existentialism, “You like this one, huh?”

“Yeah… it’s really nice,” he would softly smile, but refuse to tear his eyes away from the piece. 

You would simply shrug, “I guess. Maybe they are tying to convey a since of estrangement. The separation between the cool tones and the warm background really emphasize the isolation of the focal point.” As you would add your input, his gaze would finally break from the art and his surprised hetero-chromatic eyes would meet your own. 

“That’s very observant of you. They just looked like a bunch of lines to me, but… I think that I understand what you mean… about the loneliness of it all.”

You would shake your head with a kind smile, “Not loneliness. Just isolation,” you would slightly laugh, “You don’t have to be lonely in isolation. Sometimes it’s just nice to recharge– to get away from it all.”

His eyes would once again float back to the large painting in front of the two of you. He seemed to be getting lost in it again, so you would speak up once more, “I’m Y/N? and You?”

For the second time in this moment he would look to you with  a shocked expression, “Shouto Todoroki,” he would reluctantly say, “Excuse me for someone pretentious… but you don’t recognize me at all?”

“No, I do. From the TV and magazines and things, of course, but not from the art museum. I wanted to know who you would introduce yourself as,” you smile before turning away to find your next piece to analyze. “Well. It was nice to meet you Mr. Todoroki.”

The man would just be left in  a state of shock,“Wait…” 

You knew who he was but still wanted him to introduce himself? Your eyes seemed to be intrigued with him. Not hungry for him, but analytical as he was one of the paintings on the all. Like you wanted to know his motivations as well… “Miss Y/N… Would you like to catch a cup of coffee with me?”

So in conclusion, the type of civilian that Todoroki would date would have to be very understanding of his feelings, and make a large effort to get to know the real him– not just the version of him that the media portrays. 

They would for sure have to be able to effectively reassure him that everything would be okay, that being with him wasn’t harmful to their health and that they loved him for him.

[btsmosphere]

Milestone Drabble Game!!

I am excited to announce I will be running a drabble game to celebrate 400 followers!! Thank you so much to everyone reading, reblogging and supporting me, it means a lot to have so many people here! 💜

At the moment I have a few bigger projects on the go, which I can hopefully start posting while I write these drabbles, but I’ve currently hit a bit of a wall and need to write something different! So, this brings us to the game:

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1. ‘When a big ass insect comes flying at you, you don’t ask questions, you run’ 2. ‘Sorry to break it to you, but these aren’t dms’ 3. ‘Is death that bad when he’s the face of it?’ 4. ‘Trees cannot fall softly’ 5. ‘Let’s see if I can knit in class without looking like I’m knitting in class...’ 6. ‘Send help. I’m a dumbass’ 7. ‘Your bribery does not work’ 8. ‘Some of us don’t even are humans at 11am’ 9. ‘Pimp him out’ 10. ‘You just broke into my house? Creepy’ 11. ‘Food kinda pales in comparison to a meal like that’ 12. ‘It’s tough having a harem y’all’ 13. ‘MY SAVIOUR’ 14. ‘I’m channelling my inner you’ 15. ‘Have you eaten? And had water? The normal human being things’ 16. ‘Moose are like 60% leg and 100% rage’ 17. ‘I heard bananas. I like bananas’ 18. ‘I love my wife, if she’s into gollum, who am I to deny her?’ 19. ‘DON’T MAKE ME DRAG YOU AWAY’ 20. ‘That’s your official introduction’ 21. ‘Solidly what the hell is even going on’ 22. ‘What’s happening peeps I had a 15 minute nap and am a new woman’ 23. ‘Alright, if you really want to know...’ 24. ‘This americano has 3 shots and it’s so weak it’s like drinking fruit juice’ 25. *middle finger* with love’ 26. ‘I am both terrified and intrigued’ 27. ...that... is such a bad pun. I love it’ 28. ‘I slept for 12 hours bro’ 29. ‘Beast was the original furry, prove me wrong’ 30. ‘We only move when necessary’ 31. ‘I will be unavailable on these dates because I will be screaming feral in the woods’ 32. ‘I have no sugar daddy😫’ 33. ‘Is that a compliment?’ 34. ‘I’m actually having an out of body experience’ 35. ‘Uhhh... sicked a possessed doll on the heir of a village’ 36. ‘If I had to choose between a dog or a guy, I would choose the dog’ 37. ‘Y’all are scaredy cats’ 38. ‘Omg are we alive at the same time?’ 39. ‘...maybe you’re the drunk one’ 40. ‘i’m SORRY BUT CAT’ 41. ‘Like holy fucking OUCH ‘ 42. ‘Ever since he buffed up, I’m just constantly not ok’ 43. ‘Bro $200? You’re not a sugar daddy you’re a high fructose corn syrup daddy’ 44. ‘Hush. I’m drunk give me a break’ 45. ‘The orange juice is magic’ 46. ‘I AM NO LONGER CHRONICALLY ILL OR TRAUMATISED’ 47. ‘The creature loves me!’ 48. ‘For no real reason 👀 what are all your worst fears’ 49. ‘We aren’t keeping the god damned animal unless it’s for dinner’ 50. ‘Can I just become a tree’ (Prompts with gender specific language can be changed)

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Finding You (Part Five of ??)

Good morning/afternoon/even/night (which ever one applies to you)! I have another update for you guys! If you’re just joining us, the link to Part One will be down below. You can find the links to the next part at the end of each part (if something is wonky with the links, please just let me know!)

Part 1 

F!Mc / Satan

Tags :D :  @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed 

Word Count: 2,083 (story under cut)

Triggers or warnings: angst

Satan growled as he redid his bowtie once again, Lucifer’s words still echoing in his head.

“Are you sure you need to go tonight?” Lucifer was standing on the ground floor of his room, while Satan got ready on the landing at the top of the stairs.

“Yes. How many times are you going to ask me that?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to go opening night.”

Satan hoped Lucifer could hear his eye roll, “I can’t imagine why, unless the fact the artist is an angel has your panties in a twist,” the indignant noise Lucifer couldn’t contain made Satan snicker quietly.

“That isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? You have never had issues with me going to an art show before. I heard Lord Diavolo will be there, so I can’t begin to imagine why I shouldn’t go.”

“Why do you want to go?”

Satan walked all the way over to the railing to give his brother an incredulous look, “Did you seriously just ask me that?” Lucifer took a stance that meant he wanted an answer, making Satan sigh, “Well, why wouldn’t I? I’ve heard about her art in the human realm. I haven’t been able to see any of her works unfortunately, but I’ve read the reviews. If nothing else, I want to say I was at the opening night of the first art show for one of the Celestial Realm’s up and coming artists, which you know doesn’t happen very often. The last angel I can think of who received any mark of recognition for their work outside of the Celestial Realm is Simeon.

“I also think it’s important at least one of us brothers attends the show, which I figured you’d agree with. You’re constantly going on and on about how important our image is and how we need to make sure to ‘understand the gravity of our positions down here as demon lords and as the Avatar’s of Sin’. You’ve already stated you won’t be going, and I have been planning on attending since I heard about it. I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Satan saw a flicker of worry cross Lucifer’s face multiple times while he was talking. He must really not want me to go. But why?

“And you’ve made sure none of our brothers can go with you?”

“Yes. In fact, I’ve asked Levi twice and had a soda bottle thrown at my head the second time for “making him lose the level he was on. I asked both Beel and Belphie three times, which they both declined, Beel stating he would rather stay home because they never had enough food at show openings and Belphie saying he didn’t want to get thrown out of one again for curling up in a statue to sleep. Asmo would come, but he got invited to some party the same night.”

“... What about Mammon?”

Satan blinked a couple times before his brain even began to process what Lucifer had asked, “Huh?”

Lucifer seemed to blink himself, though it could’ve been a trick of the light, “You didn’t mention Mammon.”

Satan opened and closed his mouth a couple times before being able to respond, “You want me. To ask Mammon. The Avatar of Greed. Who steals. And is loud. And uncouth. To go to the opening night of an art exhibition. For an up and coming artist. Who has never shown in the Devildom before. And is an angel… Do I have that correct?”

Lucifer’s resolve looked to be in tatters, and Satan thought he’d drop the whole thing before his resolve returned, “Yes.”

Damn pride.

“You must be joking.”

“If you don’t ask him, I will personally assign him to go with you.”

Satan really couldn’t believe his ears, “Assign him to go with me? Do I look like I’m nine? I do not need a chaperone. I-” the look in Lucifer’s eyes made him stop mid-argument. Is he really that worried?

“Fine, I’ll text him if you’re going to be so insistent. I will only ask once however, and if he does come, I am NOT responsible for his behavior.”

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“I’ve never been ta a art… Whas it called again?”

“And art exhibition.”

“Right, right. Thanks for invitin’ me Satan.”

“Mammon, we need to go over some ground rules here.”

“Course. Whadda ya wanna talk about?”

“First thing, art exhibitions are places of class and refinement. Please, stay quiet and respectful of the atmosphere.”

“Course I’ll do tha’. I’m great at blendin’ into the backgroun’.”

Satan cringed, but continued, “Second, if you steal anything from anyone, I will personally see to it that you are ejected from the show, and thrown into the labyrinth below Diavolo’s castle.”

“OI! Show ya big brother some respect!”

“We are not getting out of this vehicle until you promise me you’re not going to steal or otherwise take things that don’t belong to you.”

“Fine, fine! I promise. Geeze.”

“Third, just please don’t embarrass me. I sent you that page on gallery etiquette for a reason.”

“I read it, don’ worry… Uhhh, Satan. Not to change the subject, but why da ya have a long tie on, an’ not ya bowtie?”

“I… felt like it.”

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Satan was extremely suspicious. They had been at the show for over twenty minutes, and Mammon had been better behaved than he’d ever seen him before. He’d even made fairly intelligent remarks about the art. He hadn’t left Satan’s side, but had been quiet enough Satan had forgotten he was there multiple times. Lucifer would’ve been more conspicuous. Satan kept expecting to have to reprimand him, but the time never came.

The gallery space was very large, one that was reserved for shows the demon prince hand picked. The space was set up like a labyrinth, and each bend had something new to display. The center of the show held a large, site specific installation. The art itself was very good, better than what Satan had assumed he’d see, but what really struck him was the breadth of the work. He marveled at how one person could produce so much art and in such varying mediums.

“Enjoying the work?” a random demon drawled, sidling up next to him.

“Yes,” he replied, taking a step back.

“You know, there’s a dead end just around the corner. The art in there is extremely… Exciting. I can show you, if you’d like,” the demon closed the space he had created, and reached out, their hand lightly grazing his arm.

“I’m fine where I’m at, thanks.” Satan started to walk away, and an exasperated sigh followed.

“I’m not sure you understand. The art is extremely stimulating. I really think you’ll enjoy it,” a hand was now grasping his arm.

“I said no,” Satan stated, extracting his arm from their grasp.

“Oi! Satan! You gotta come see this photograph,” Mammon interrupted the exchange, his loud behavior back, but eyes keenly trained on the unwelcome newcomer.

A strangled gasp came from the demon, eyes growing large, “Ah, hello Mammon,” another gasp and an audible step back, “Lead the way. Excuse me.”

The second born started rambling, but got quieter the further from the demon they got, until they both fell into silence. “Thank you,” Satan acquiesced finally.

“No need for my brother ta have ta deal with that,” Mammon said softly. Satan didn’t push any further, them both saying what they needed to.

The continued walking for another while, when the soft music that had been playing overhead was replaced with a voice, “I would like to thank you all for coming out to Jane Doe’s exhibition. As all of you know this is her first show in the Devildom, and I am so pleased at the turnout. As much as we’d love to have you all here at the center with us, but we hope that putting the artist talk over the loud speakers will be enough for all of you still in the labyrinth.”

“Jane Doe? Ain’t that wha’ they call dead humans?” Mammon asked, talking over Diavolo.

“Well, often it’s used for unidentified female human bodies to be specific, usually a murder victim. The use is mostly as a placeholder for unidentified, anonymous or hypothetical parties to a court case in some human countries. An obvious pseudonym, and one I find rather amusing and clever. I’m rather put out we’re still in the maze. I was hoping to be at the center by now. I guess this will have to do. It’s really smart to-” Satan stopped, his eyes growing huge and intense.

“Ya okay?” Mammon asked uncomfortably.

“Shhhhhh!…” Satan demanded, his ears now only trained on the voice above him. He could’ve sworn he heard…

“... And of course, I had to see if she would hold a show here in the Devildom. I’m just so excited to finally have her art down here. Anyways, I’ve taken up enough of her time. Everyone, please welcome, Jane Doe.”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo. That was such a kind introduction. I for one am so excited to have been invited to show my work…”

Satan was moving before he knew what he was doing.

“Oi, Satan, wait fer me!”

“Then move faster!” Satan called behind him, starting to run. He had no idea where he was going though. He wasn’t good with directions at the best of times, and this was meant to confuse him. Mammon caught up with him quickly, seeming very conflicted.

“Mammon, you’re better at directions than I am aren't you? Get us to the center of the maze, now!”

“Bro, I don’ think I can-”

“Are you deaf?! Did you not hear her? That’s Mc! I need to get to her, now!” Mammon didn’t seem surprised at the revelation, instead looking a little sad. Satan felt his anger flare as the realization hit him, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Only cuz Lucifer told me, an’ that was earlier this evenin’. He wanted to make sure someone was aroun’ ta keep ya from goin’ crazy.”

Satan quickened his pace, his anger lending him more speed, “Of course he knew about this and didn’t tell me.”

“He was watchin’ out fer ya.”

“I don’t care what he thought I was doing. Now, are you going to help me or not?”

Mammon looked extremely conflicted, but eventually burst into demon form and flew up to see over the walls. Many demons were aghast at seeing someone flying in the gallery, it being against etiquette, but Satan didn’t care at the moment.

Mammon started flying forward, and Satan followed, only looking down enough to make sure he wasn’t going to crash into an art piece. That did not account for other demons however, and many indignant cries and shouts followed him.

“We’re pretty close ta the center Satan,” Mammon called down.

“I’ve always thought…” Mc continued, but Satan couldn’t focus on the words. He could only marvel at her voice once again in his ears and focus on going as fast as he could. Her laugh rang out, and Satan’s heart jumped. It’d been so long... 

“Hmmm… What was that? Oh, okay. I didn’t realize I’d been talking for so long. Apparently my time is up, but I’ll finish this up on Devilgram. You can find me at...”

“Quicker!” Satan shouted to Mammon after hearing Mc.

“We’re not gunna make it,” Mammon yelled back down.

“We need to go faster then!”

“I’m followin’ ya pace! If ya wanna go faster, you gotta go faster.”

Satan finally relented, and switched into his demon form. With his new power, Satan moved faster and Mammon matched his pace.

“It’s the next bend!”

Satan threw everything he had into covering the final distance of the hallway. He rounded the bend to find…

People milling about, discussing the talk, some extremely confused as to why it had been cut short. Satan looked on the stage, carefully crafted into the installation piece. Nothing. They were even removing the podium.

He sank to the floor, breathing heavily. Mammon touched down beside him, not wanting to bring attention to himself.

“Is she in the Devildom for long?”

“I dunno.”

“Where is she staying?”

“I dunno.”

“How close were we?”

“Real close.”

“Did you see a way out? I’m going to start breaking things if we stay here.”

“There’s a underground passage in the room,” Mammon held out his hand to Satan, who took it, not looking at him.

“Let’s go then.”

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Part Six