#height is from top of head to end of dress train

[enwoso]

Can you do one where the girls clock on that grumpy has identified them as Leah 1 and Lia 2 it's so funny 🤣

ONE AND TWO — alessia russo x child!reader

cute lil one🙃

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"leah one can you help me tie my shoes?" you asked as you flopped the laces to the side, your mummy not in the room to ask. leah turning around at your request and nodding her head as she came over to start tying your laces.

leah one tapping her leg for you to lift your foot on so she didn't have to kneel down to tie them, her knee still not being fully recovered from her big ouchie.

"single or double knotted?" she paused looking down to you as she stopped at the single knot as you hummed for a minute, "double, then won't come undone"

"good thinking tiny!"

"lia two" you tapped lia on the leg she being the only one left in the changing room, the swiss turning around with a smile as she knelt down to your height.

"what's up tiny?" she asked with a smile as you pointed to your colourful ball that had been hidden on the top of the lockers.

"could you get my ball for me" you said so sweet as lia nodded getting back up and standing on the bench in order to get the colourful ball.

"how'd that end up there?" she handed you the colourful ball back in your hands as you said your thanks you's hugging lia two's leg tightly.

"kyra put it up there" you pouted as lia let out a laugh and a knowing nod of the head. kyra often being on to tease you or playing games with you.

"what she like tiny!"

"leah one why you frowning?" you asked a puzzled look on your face as you looked up at the blonde defender. leah's eyes shifting to you as she straightened up on the pitch.

"the team won, you should be a happy! like ella and mummy!" you pointed over to the two girls who were laughing and smiling as they waved to fans after the international win as leah stood next to you her mouth wide open at your little rant.

"i am happy! see look i'm smilin'" leah smiled at you as you shook your head, leah's smile disappearing just as fast as it came.

"leah one your frowning again!" you giggled at the blondes serious look before rushing off towards your mummy leaving the blonde defender confused as she stood in the middle of the pitch.

"lia two, can you open my juice?" you asked lia as she was sat in the gym doing some rehab for her recent injury keeping her from the final games of the season.

"of course tiny!" lia smiled as you handed her the carton of juice, "do you want the straw in?" lia asked as she held the plastic covered straw in her other hand.

you nodded with a smile as lia poked the straw in the top of the carton in the small hole before handing your juice back you. "thank you lia two!" you said sweetly as you wondered out the room before lia even had a chance to get another word in.

since your first day at arsenal when you met all of the players, most players had their own little nickname that you had assigned them.

pelvova was pavlova. laura was lala. kyra was rara. emily was foxy. lotte was lots. frida was fredo. everyone had there own special name and everyone knew there own name from you.

but nobody seemed to clock on at the nicknames that you had for leah and lia. they all just thought you called them leah and lia.

it was team photo day and the team was all dressed in full kit as they walked to the training pitch where the photo was being took. you wondering along with the team talking with leah as you teased her about her permanent frown.

"leah one you have to smile!" you smiled cheekily, as leah shook her head at your constant teasing. "i do smile, but football is serious" leah defended herself as you tutted at the defender.

"no leah one, football is fun, mummy tells me that before my games" you tell the blonde as she widen your eyes to prove your point. but your mummy was walking behind with beth and kyra who clung to the blondes arm as they walked.

"hang on is tiny calling leah, leah one!" kyra laughed as she heard you jokingly scolded the blonde defender about her lack of smiling. alessia and beth looking at the young australian with a clueless look as both shrugged not having a clue.

"why would she call-"

"hush and listen!"

kyra slapping alessia on the shoulder for her to stop talking as alessia was taken back at the younger girls abrupt words as a chuckle and shake of the head came from beth as the three stayed as quiet as they could hoping to hear you conversation with leah.

"-but leah one it a photo and you have to say cheese and dat makes you smile" you told the blonde as you gave her some advice in maybe how to smile, it being a tradition for leah to just not smile in football pictures.

"there- see! told you!" kyra pointed out as you called leah, leah one a confused look on both beth and alessia's face. more so on alessia's.

"but why" alessia spoke her thoughts aloud as she still was getting shrugs and small i don't know from kyra and beth.

"maybe we just ask tiny?" beth suggested putting the idea out there but alessia shook her head, "no, leah first cause lovie will make up some drastic story if we ask her and we'll not know what to believe!" a small giggle coming from the three, you were known to be quite the chatter box but also quite the story teller.

"le" beth whispered loudly as the team was finally getting to where the team photo was being took, staff members being scatter around trying to direct the players where to go.

leah turning around at the sound of her name, an eyebrow raising as titled her head up in the air for beth to carry on.

"got a question, well less does" beth pointed to the blonde stood next to her as leah's eyes moved to look at alessia.

"have you noticed that lovie is calling you leah one?" alessia asked a a wave of confusion waved over the defenders face but leah ultimately nodded.

"yea' dunno why though you'll have the tiny mastermind herself why she does" leah shrugged before turning as a staff member was calling her name, more than likely telling the girl where to stand.

"lovie, c'mere a minute" your mummy called you over as you were sat on top of the pile of coats and other jackets the team had piled on the ground. you wondering over as your mummy lifted you up into her arms as you sat on her hips.

“i’ve got a question to ask you” your mummy smiled as she tickled you under the chin making you squirm in her arms as a light giggle came from you.

“what- mummy?” you said in between a few giggles.

“who is that there?” your mummy asked as you followed her outstretched free arm that wasn’t holding you up pointing to leah one.

you looked between leah one and your mummy wondering if your mummy was trying to trick you with the question. “that leah one” you said simply.

“leah one?” your mummy repeated the name you had called leah as you nodded.

“yes, cause that’s leah one and then over there is lia two” you said pointing to wally who was stood with kim and manu already in their place for the team photo.

your mummy having a moment of realisation as it made sense now, “ah it’s so you don’t get them mixed up!” you nodding along to what your mummy was saying.

“less come on man, we’re waiting for you!”

alessia quickly placed you back in the floor as you ran back to your seat on top of the all the training jackets, alessia taking her space near beth and leah.

“got my answer! it’s so she doesn’t get the lw’s mixed up. your leah one-“ she pointed to leah as she hummed in realisation.

“and lia is lia two!” beth finished the sentence for alessia as she nodded. the pieces of the puzzle had fell into place now — it all made sense.

“that’s quite clever! might use that myself!”

[rafeandonlyrafe]

clicker

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, kind of pet play but it really is just the clicker, clicker training (duh), female recieving oral, p in v sex, semi public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

your eyes are squeezed closed, so you don’t even realize the source of the sound as your eyes blink open, body still shaking from your high as rafe is smiling between your legs, one of his hands raised, a clicker held between his long fingers.

rafe leans in, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine when his lips make contact with your red sensitive skin.

“what is that?” you question, gesturing to the clicker, but rafe just smiles, moving to kneel between your legs, his cock rubbing over your wet folds before thrusting in.

you hear the clicker a second time that night when he makes you cum again.

--

you are trying to stifle your moans, palm pressed against your mouth, praying you won't get caught. you should have known rafe wouldn't be able to resist you in the tight dress, but you thought he could at least wait until you got home.

instead, he guided you back into the dressing room and pulled the dress up to reveal your cunt.

“r-rafe.” you whimper, eyes rolling back in your head as his cock repeatedly enters you, careful not to push all the way in and have the sound of skin slapping reveal what you are doing behind the door.

“cum for me baby, come on.” rafe whispers, moving your hand to your clit, encouraging you to touch yourself.

you rub at your clit, moving your head further into rafes shoulder, teeth gently sinking into his skin to keep you silent while he thrusts. you feel him swell inside of you and know he won’t last much longer.

you feel one of his hands leave your hip but don’t pay much attention until he releases inside of you, triggering your own orgasm, suddenly realizing that he has the clicker in his hand as he presses it at the height of your orgasm. 

“oh fuck.” you whine into his skin, body shaking as you come down from your high.

“shh.” rafe smiles, shoving the clicker back into his pocket and giving you a kiss on your pouty lips.

--

“give me a number between one and ten.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head as he rushes around the living room, getting his things ready to go.

“uhh, six.” you shrug.

“thats how many times i’ll make you cum tonight then.” rafe says, wishing he could just stay with you today, but he’s been neglecting his guy friends and promised a golf outing as well as drinks at the country club.

rafe makes you cum six times once he gets home, one with just his fingers, three with his mouth, and two on his cock, each time your high peaks, he reaches over to press the clicker. you’re so exhausted and blissed out by the end of the night that you can’t even muster up the energy to ask about the clicker.

--

“come on.” rafe whines, pawing at your dress.

“no, rafe, i’m busy! give me an hour and i promise i’ll be done.” you continue to type out your essay, knowing you need to get it done. rafe is incredibly supportive of you taking online college classes, but it can be hard for him when you don’t give him your undivided attention.

rafe just frowns, leaving the room only to enter a few minutes later, this time with the clicker in hand. 

“rafe, no-” you warn, but his fingers press down and your thighs clench together, a rush of wetness flooding your cunt as you let out an involuntary moan.

“wanna fuck now?” rafe asks. you glance between him and the essay open on your laptop, sighing dramatically before shutting the screen.

rafe has a proud smile plastered on his face at the success of his clicker.

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What's My Name

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: While they're both on shift, (Y/n) starts to become disorientated and unwell. And Tommy and her dad don't know what to do when she starts having memory problems.

Enjoy.

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A quiet grumble vibrated at the back of Tommy's throat and his eyes furrowed and winced in his sleeping state. The end of his nose crinkled and he frowned, confusion flooding his brain as he began to wake up.

Why was he waking up? Why did it feel like he had only just gone to sleep five seconds ago? Surely the alarm wasn't going off already?

When he blinked and tried to gain awareness of his surroundings, he groaned again. The bedroom was pitch black. It was still late into the night, or possibly early in the morning. It wasn't the alarm that had woken him. After another second, Tommy realised it was his phone quietly vibrating on the dressing table which he could hear.

Tommy's nose crinkled again when he took a deep breath and started to realise how he was laid.

His right arm had gone completely numb and he soon realised that was because his arm was beneath the pillow (Y/n) was laid on. Her neck was directly on his arm and her right hand was clutching his wrist like she thought he was suddenly going to disappear in the middle of the night.

Tommy was laid on his right side with his lips and nose pressed down against the top of (Y/n)'s head. With his height, he usually tried to stay as close to the headboard as he could or else his feet would dangle over the end of the bed.

And his left arm was secured around (Y/n)'s waist beneath the cover, his fingers subconsciously digging into her waist and hip.

With a quiet groan of discontent, Tommy lifted his head from the pillow and pulled his left arm free from the covers. His bare chest pressed into (Y/n)'s back and he took the opportunity to kiss the top of her head while he stretched across and grabbed his phone from her side table where he dumped it when he got in.

He didn't bother to check the caller ID before he answered and pressed the phone to his ear, letting his head flop back into the pillow.

"Hello?" His gruff voice was thick with sleep and two octaves deeper than usual but he didn't care. He could feel sleep ebbing away at his mind until a crisp, low voice crackled through the other end of the line and sharpened his mind awake.

"Kinard, it's Robson."

Oh God, why was his Captain calling him?

When he pulled the phone away from his ear and squinted at the bright screen, Tommy all but huffed in distaste. It was four in the morning. The Captain was calling him at four in the morning. Why? What did he want?

Didn't he know that Tommy had gotten home at half eleven tonight- last night? Just over four hours ago? He had been in bed for all of four hours before being disturbed.

"Kinard?"

"Yeah… yeah, what's up?"

"I've had two people from the A shift call in sick, a chopper should have been sent downtown half an hour ago and I've got a broken train on the subway. I need a pilot and you're on call. Can you come back?"

That wasn't fair. Tommy let his annoyance be heard in the way he growled animalistically and huffed through his nose. He hadn't had nearly enough sleep to be going back on shift, especially if he was going to be there for a while. But did he actually have a choice in this? He was on call. Whether he went in right now or turned up in a few hours after some more sleep, Tommy was still going to have to go on shift.

The sooner he went in, the sooner he could come back home and come back to bed.

"You know I'm supposed to have eleven hours between full shifts, right?" The cocky tone to his voice gave away that he wasn't about to pull the law book out here.

He could, if he really wanted to. Tommy could be petty and state that in his contract, if he had just done a full twelve, or even a twenty four hour shift, he had to have eleven hours before his next shift. It could be classed as breaking the law if he didn't get enough rest between shifts and went back in how after only four hours of sleep and of being at home.

But this was the job. This was what they had to do when they were struggling for staff and it was an extra shift. Tommy could ask to have his next shift off as a swap for coming in today. Then he could recover and spend some time at home with his wife before going back to work.

"Are you gonna pull the book on me, or are you able to come in? I'll pay you double and you can head home early, I swear."

"Double, and I work today instead of my next shift."

"Deal."

When he hung up the phone, Tommy tossed it back on the side table and brought his hand up to rub at his eyes. He'd done a good negotiation there. Usually it was rather hard to make a deal with Captain Robson. He wasn't cruel or harsh by any means, but he wasn't always as easily understanding like Bobby.

He took a moment to run his hand up and down his face and try to wake himself up.

His body was crying out for sleep. He needed rest. But he had a feeling this shift might go quick. The morning shifts usually did pass by swiftly especially if they were busy. And Tommy would clearly be up in the air flying this morning and hopefully he could spend a bit of time back on the ground. Too much time up in the air with a foggy brain crying out for sleep wasn't an ideal situation.

If need be, Tommy would swap with someone on the team and take over on the truck so he could leave the chopper.

After a few seconds, he looped his arm back around (Y/n)'s waist and began to feather his fingers up and down her chest and abdomen. He pressed his chest into her back and tilted his head down until his nose and mouth were pressed into the crook of her neck.

It took him by surprise just how warm (Y/n)'s skin felt against his touch. He could feel a layer of sweat coating her skin and she was radiating heat like a house in winter.

He pressed a soft kiss against the base of her neck before slowly working his way up, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake up until his lips reached the tip of her jaw. He peppered his way down her jaw and leaned over so he could peck her cheek. The touch made (Y/n) shiver, but she stayed mostly burrowed down with her face burrowed into the pillow and her hand still gripping his right wrist.

"Honey," His voice was still laced with sleep, but it was much smoother now. He let his teeth graze against her jaw while his palm pressed down against her stomach to try and wake her. "I gotta go back into work now."

Moving his hand up, Tommy let go of her waist and gently curled his hand around (Y/n)'s wrist that was clinging to his hand. He uncurled her fingers from his wrist and pulled her arm up so he could kiss the back of her hand. His touch seemed to stirr her this time. He felt her shuffle back into him and her head tilted in his direction, lifting from the pillow. But she didn't bother to open her eyes.

"Home… going home,"

Her words made Tommy frown. He couldn't be sure what she muttered afterwards, but those words were enough to make him smile and wonder what kind of dream she was having. He pecked her cheek and entwined their fingers, holding her hand against his bare shoulder while (Y/n) nudged her head back until she pushed her temple against his shoulder.

"No, no baby we're home now. You with me?" He waited a few seconds until (Y/n) finally seemed to wake up and listen to what he was saying.

When she didn't answer, Tommy leaned over with his chest pressed back down against her shoulders and he stole a kiss. The touch shocked her awake a little more and he felt the surprise in the way she gasped before her lips began to move against his own and her tongue darted across his lips.

"Babe…" Her voice was nothing more than a quiet pant against his lips and it made Tommy hate himself for agreeing to this.

He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right here with her, where he belonged. But if he went now, he would be gaining a full day off with her the day after tomorrow- which was technically today since it was now morning. He knew (Y/n) would be on shift today and then tomorrow she would be off and now they could spend the day together.

"I gotta go back to work honey, you gonna be okay if I go?" The thought of leaving didn't exactly sit well in Tommy's gut when he looked down at his wife.

(Y/n) had been off work three days ago with a cold and although she promised Tommy on the phone this afternoon that she had felt better today, he wasn't inclined to agree. And now he could feel her starting to sweat, despite the cold air circulating through their bedroom, he wondered if she was starting to feel unwell again.

If she didn't want him to go he would ring Robson back and try to bargain to go in later this morning if he could. He would go in the same time as (Y/n) went for her shift, if she was well enough. So he could make sure she was alright and actually going to make it through her shift.

"Hm." She nodded and pulled her hand free from his so she could run her fingers across his cheek and steal another tired, sloppy kiss from him.

He knew if she didn't feel well enough she would call in sick. When they first started dating, (Y/n) had a hard time admitting when she was unwell and tried to keep going on shift even if she felt rough or could barely keep her eyes open. Now though, she was more easy-going on herself and understood it was okay to take a break when needed.

And she would be on shift with her dad. Tommy knew his father in law would keep an eye on (Y/n). Bobby would make sure she was okay and send her home if he thought she was too unwell to carry on with her shift.

"Alright then, I'll call you when I'm coming off shift."

(Y/n) grumbled quietly when Tommy's warmth suddenly disappeared from behind her. She no longer felt like she had a full length hot water bottle pressed up against her. There wasn't a secure arm around her waist or a face tucked lovingly into the crook of her neck.

She felt cold and alone and suddenly unsafe without Tommy wrapped around her, engulfing her in his large frame.

She could hear him shuffling around the room, getting dressed in the dark so he didn't have to put the light on and disturb (Y/n). Once he was dressed, (Y/n) suddenly felt his fingers beneath her chin and he tilted her head back into the pillow so her face was aimed up towards his.

"See you soon honey. Love you." His lips glued to (Y/n)'s and stole the little air left in her lungs while his thumb caressed her chin like he was drawing patterns on her skin. When he pulled back, (Y/n) lifted her head, trying to follow his lips and move with him until he pecked her temple and nudged her back into the bed. She needed to get some more sleep.

"Love you." She murmured softly, feeling a dull ache in her chest when his chuckle subsided and his footsteps started to become distant as he left the room.

***

Tilting her head from left to right, (Y/n) tried to get her eyes into focus and take note of her surroundings.

Everything was blurred. She was seeing double.

Nothing seemed to make sense in her mind and everything was spinning.

Her body slumped back until her shoulders and the back of her head bashed into something cold. She let her weight drop back and allowed her body to slide down until she was crouched down on the floor.

She was leaning against a fire truck. Why was there a fire truck here? Where was she? What kind of emergency situation was she caught up in to be near a fire truck? Was she hurt?

(Y/n) moved her hands and held them out in front of her. Both hands were shaking and she could see the veins popping up on her hands beneath her skin. She was burning up. Sweat was glistening on every part of her exposed skin and she could feel it making her shirt stick to her frame. Her body was overheating. Her hair was sticking to her temple and beads of sweat rolled down the side of her neck.

Her lungs burned as she tried to take deep breaths and work out what she was doing and where she was, but nothing was making sense.

You're supposed to help people.

A small, nagging voice in the back of her head tried to make sense of this, but it wasn't working. How was she supposed to help people? What was she supposed to do?

Her trembling hands moved up to cup her ears, drowning out the noises she could hear while her eyes fell closed. Ignoring the flashing lights making her temple throb and the bright midday sun that was beaming down on her like a spotlight.

She wanted to go home. Where was home? Was home near here? Home was with her dad. Where was he? Where was Bobby?

Her hands left her ears and a shudder jolted through her entire body when something on the truck slammed shut. Whether it was a hatch or a door or just someone retrieving something, (Y/n) wasn't sure. But the shockwave that rattled through the metal truck made her head pound and had her body coiling forwards.

She moved to press her hands down on the floor and slowly push herself to her feet, whimpering at how uneasy she felt when she was on her feet and how unbalanced she was. Whichever way her head wanted to lean, the rest of her body slowly started to follow until she was swaying left and right as she tried to walk forwards.

But she didn't know where she was going.

"Hey Bobby, where'd you want me?"

The tiredest smile Bobby had ever seen flooded his son-in-law's face and he watched Tommy hold his arms out at his sides while he took a look around the scene. He walked away from the truck he had just been driving and headed over towards Bobby who was sending his team this way and that to try and make sure every car on this bridge was evacuated.

At least six cars had piled up in a crash and they needed to evacuate them all and assess who needed urgent medical attention, who could walk away from this and who needed transport to hospital.

For a moment, Bobby looked at the younger man in front of him and looked around. They hadn't asked dispatch for air support. They had asked for another team and at least three ambulances, but no one was in dire need of being air-lifted to hospital.

But it clicked when he finally realised that Tommy was in the matching uniform. Dark blue shirt, thick black overalls and a black and florescent yellow jacket. He was here on ground support today. He was here as a firefighter, not a pilot.

And since this was Bobby's callout since his team got here first, Tommy's team would be taking their lead from him.

"Hey… weren't you on shift last night?" Bobby reached over to clap one hand on Tommy's shoulder before he looked around the scene again.

"I'm on call this week."

"Ah. Well, in that case, there's three cars over there who haven't been evacuated yet. Find (Y/n) and take her with you, I need everyone off this bridge."

"Copy that."

Tommy could feel the tiredness washing over him like waves lapping at the sand. But his mind started to vibrate and liven up at the thought of finding his wife. He hadn't seen her at all yesterday from being on shift and they only exchanged small talk last night when he came home and climbed into bed.

He wanted to see her and talk to her and ask if she was feeling any better. And maybe steal a kiss or two if he could.

His eyes darted around the scene as he looked for that familiar style of hair or the matching jacket that had his last name stitched across the back.

It didn't take long for his eyes to land on that all too familiar frame he had memorised down to every last mark, scar and mole on her skin. But as his eyes drank in the sight of his wife, Tommy couldn't help but furrow his brows and tilt his head to one side.

She wasn't walking properly.

For a moment, he thought she might have sprained her ankle or done something to her knee with the way she was walking. But after a few steps, he realised she wasn't actually walking like she was in pain. She was walking like she couldn't seem to hold herself upright.

Her body was leaning forwards while she had one arm locked around her waist and her other hand deadlocked at the back of her neck, scratching into her skin.

He watched the way her eyes danced across him before she went back to scouring the scene like she was looking for something in particular.

Tommy took a deep breath and picked up the pace to meet (Y/n) halfway. He stopped in front of her and reached his hands out to gently hold onto her upper arms and stop her in her tracks. His thumbs brushed up and down her arms over her jacket and he leaned his chest back and tilted his head down until his pointed chin was pressing down into his chest so he could look down at her.

"Honey, you okay?" He tried to smile but (Y/n) wasn't looking at him properly. She was constantly darting her eyes from left to right, briefly looking up at Tommy before she went back to scanning their surroundings like she didn't know or understand what was happening.

He watched curiously as (Y/n) reached her arms out and held onto Tommy's arms just below his elbows and her grip was so tight he could feel her nails digging into his jacket.

She was sweating. And shaking. And she was swaying back and forth like she didn't know how to hold her own balance.

Tommy let his hands glide up her arms to her shoulders and he carefully pushed her jacket off her shoulders. He slid the thick material down her arms and let it fall into a puddle on the floor, curving around the back of (Y/n)'s boots. He could see from how badly she was sweating and her shallow breathing that she was running a temperature and in this heat, she didn't need an extra layer to make it worse.

He pressed the back of his hand against her temple which seemed to bring her back to reality while his right hand curved around the back of her arm. Keeping her stood as close to him as possible and holding her up so she didn't wobble or take a tumble.

"(Y/n), are you with me?" His hand left her temple and moved to cup her chin so he could tilt her head up to interlock their gazes.

"You… you know my name?"

"What?"

Was she trying to joke with him? Was this another way of teasing him because he rarely ever said her name anymore. Tommy had so many pet names for her that he couldn't remember the last time he'd called (Y/n) by her name.

And both their teams knew this too. It was something Evan liked to tease him about while Bobby thought it was endearing since he himself wasn't used to calling Athena anything but her name or the occasional 'honey'.

Tommy let out a small chuckle and rolled his eyes while his head dropped down at an angle. And his thumb began to glide up and down (Y/n)'s chin, moving dangerously close to her lips every now and then.

"I think I know my own wife's name by now, don't you?"

The way (Y/n) latched her hands around Tommy's arms again made him stand up straighter and tense his arms beneath her touch. She was beginning to shake worse and when he realised she had tears trickling down her face, panic surged through his heart that started to hammer away against his ribs.

Tightening his hands around her arms, he tried to force himself to smile to try and keep her calm because he could see she was starting to panic.

He nudged her back until she was taking a few steps backwards, letting him guide her towards the concrete wall separating the two sides of the dual carriageway on the bridge. He nudged (Y/n) back until she took the hint and slumped down onto the concrete wall with a thud. Her knees trembled and her body leaned forward while Tommy crouched down in front of her legs.

"You don't look well, honey what's the matter? Talk to me." His hands left her arms to begin smoothing up and down her thighs instead.

He noticed how she didn't pull away or push his touch away, but the way she was looking at him made him feel uneasy.

Whenever (Y/n) was ill, she could cling to Tommy. Whether that be to get him to wrap her up in a hug or to cling to him for comfort or just rest her head on his shoulder for some form of touch. She would always wrap herself around Tommy and it was something he loved about her.

But she wasn't clinging to him right now. She was barely responding to him at all and it was frightening.

"Talk to me," He coaxed again, his tone gentler and quieter this time, letting her know his focus was solely fixed upon her.

"I… I don't… where am I? I don't wanna b-be here…"

"You're on shift honey, see?" Tommy reached out and feathered his fingers across the LAFD logo on the left side of her shirt before he pointed at the fire truck behind him.

What was going on right now? Why was (Y/n) confused about where she was or what she was supposed to be doing? Where on Earth did she think she was? What did she think was going on to make her this frightened and reverting back into her shell?

"You're important… someone important… I-" The shaking started to increase throughout (Y/n)'s body until she was trembling back and forth on the wall as f she was about to fall down onto Tommy's lap.

Tears jumped free from her lashes and fell down the bridge of her nose, making glistening tracks in their wake as she started to sniff and gasp for each breath.

The way Tommy pushed up on his heels and brushed the tears away made (Y/n)'s heart stutter. She reached out to cup his wrist and kept hold of him, but the fear in her eyes made Tommy want to burst into tears too.

"What's my name?" Utter panic dwelled in Tommy's voice that dropped down an octave as he stared at his wife. "Honey, what's my name?"

She shook her head.

She couldn't answer him because she didn't know the answer.

But despite not knowing his name and not placing who he was, her grip stayed paramount around Tommy's wrist, refraining him from pulling away from her. She was clinging to him even though she didn't know who he was. She was staring at him with such fear and confusion in her eyes that it made Tommy want to be sick.

There was nothing he could do. What was he supposed to do? How could be rectify this and make her remember him and understand what was going on?

"Bobby, I need some help over here."

Tommy moved one hand and waved out until he finally caught the Captain's attention and waved him over. All while his other hand stayed cradling the side of (Y/n)'s face since she was clinging to him.

There was something familiar about him. Although (Y/n) couldn't think of his name or place why she knew the person knelt down in front of her, she knew there was just something about him that was recognisable.

He was important. He was special, but she didn't know why. It was like there was a dream lingering in the back of her mind, telling her that she knew him from somewhere. His face, chiselled and handsome, was memorable and familiar but all the answers were locked up in a safe, hidden away in the depths of her mind that she couldn't delve into.

The more (Y/n) tried to think, the worse she began to feel. The more she tried to think why she was here, why she was dressed so similar to the man in front of her, why she was at some sort of crash sight. Why she was so groggy and burning and on fire and feeling sick. The more her head started to ache.

A sharp pain was igniting in the base of her skull and firing down her neck like bullets travelling the expanse of her spine.

She wanted to be sick. She wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. She wanted to go home. Where was home? Why wasn't she back in Minnesota? This wasn't her home town, she knew that for certain.

Wherever she was, this was unfamiliar.

"Dad!" As soon as her eyes found her dad rushing towards her, relief sparked so hard in her blood that (Y/n) couldn't feel her hands anymore.

Her body bolted up from the wall so fast she stumbled into the man kneeling in front of her legs.

She felt his hands grapple to hold onto her hips, preventing her from falling onto his chest and keeping her up on her own two feet. Once she was steady again, (Y/n) pushed forward and reached her trembling arms out for her dad.

It was such a relief to have Bobby pull her into his chest that her vision suddenly went white and her mind started to blank and turn to mush. Static fizzled and popped in her ears and her body swayed forward into her dad's arms until he braced his hands on her hips and held her upright.

"Sweetheart what's the matter?" Bobby moved his hand to run up and down her back while he glanced over at Tommy for some sort of explanation.

"I wanna go home."

"She's delirious and feverish… Bobby, she doesn't recognise me or where she is." Tommy's hand reached out as if to rest on (Y/n)'s shoulder but he pulled back, thinking better of touching her if she had no idea who he was. "We need to get her down to the hospital, now."

Tommy swallowed dryly and felt his throat threatening to close up as he looked from Bobby, down to his wife, and back again.

She didn't remember him. She didn't know who he was or where she was or what was going on. The only person she was sure about was her dad. They needed to get her checked out. This had to be more than a simple cold or a fever for (Y/n) to be this confused and frightened and experiencing memory problems.

(Y/n) tucked her face into Bobby's chest and bound her arms tighter around his torso until she was almost cutting off his breathing.

He kept his left arm bound around her middle, holding her weight up for her against his chest while his right hand moved to cradle her face. He tilted her head back so she was looking up at him, and he realised how flushed her skin was and how she was burning up against him.

"Sweetheart… do you know where you are?"

"Home, wanna go home." She muttered breathlessly into his shirt, smothering her face into his chest again so she didn't have to squint in the bright sunlight or focus on anything in particular.

"Okay, let's go get you to a doctor first, hm?" Bobby leaned down to kiss the top of her head while his hand continued to smooth up and down her back.

He didn't want to pester her with questions, not when he could feel her crying quietly into his shirt. Asking questions she couldn't find the answers to was only going to distress her even more and she didn't need that right now.

He leaned his cheek on top of her head, locking eyes with Tommy while he held his radio.

"Hen, I need the ambulance prepped and ready to go… (Y/n) needs an assessment and a trip to the hospital."

They heard a bundle of responses, Hen agreeing with them, Chimney asking if he needed to call Tommy. Evan and Eddie asking what was going on and if she had got trapped or hurt out on the call.

But Bobby didn't answer any of them. He looped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist rather than her back and started to guide her away from the wall and towards the ambulance parked just behind the truck on the hard shoulder. His other arm looped around her chest and his hand began to glide up and down her back to try and keep her calm.

He could feel Tommy close on his left side, keeping (Y/n) held between them while Tommy dared to rest a hand on her shoulder. Relieved when she didn't pull away or flinch or scream at him to let go.

But as the three of them made a slow walk towards the ambulance, Tommy suddenly stopped and jerked his arms out in front of him when (Y/n) started to fall.

Her feet bent awkwardly beneath her and her body tilted to the left, bumping into Tommy's shoulder before she flagged in Bobby's arms and her mind shut down.

Both of them grabbed hold of her, stopping her from hitting the floor with a bang as she went completely limp.

Bending his knees, Tommy curved round so he was in front of (Y/n) and let her head flop onto his shoulder. He curved an arm behind her legs and one around her waist and as quickly as he could, he shifted her round and lifted her up bridal style. Her face stayed pressed against his shoulder while Bobby held her hand and placed her arm across her chest so it didn't hang down at her side.

"We need to go." Tommy watched his father in law break off into a sprint towards Hen to get the gurney from her. His panic a silent agreement that they had to go now and they had to move quickly.

Tommy's eyes darted ahead and then back down to his wife, limp, sweating and trembling in his arms like they were in the arctic instead of under the burning LA sun.

What was happening to her? And why didn't she remember him?

***

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" Bobby let his gaze linger on (Y/n)'s hand that he had been holding for the last hour or so.

He slowly moved her hand so he could kiss the back of her knuckles and run his other hand up and down her arm. He smiled softly across at her, watching the way (Y/n) dragged her free hand to shakily brush across her eyes and nose and wake herself up a little more.

She pushed herself up and took a look around.

She was in a bed. She was in a hospital room, wearing a hospital gown. There was an IV taped into the back of her left hand and monitoring stickers that she realised now felt itchy and uncomfortable over her chest. And she could feel the wires rubbing against the gown and tickling over her arm.

"Cold," (Y/n) murmured as goosebumps started to prickle on her skin when she realised she was actually cold.

She watched the way her dad hung his head down and smiled while he moved their entwined hands to rest down on the bed next to her thigh.

"You were burning up so they turned the A/C on full and put a fan on, you're almost back to normal temperature now though."

It made (Y/n) feel like one of the desserts her dad made for the parties they were always throwing. Like she was starting to melt or become overcooked and needed to go in the fridge before she turned to mush.

But she felt like she was at a normal temperature now because she could register that the room was freezing cold and she was at the point of shivering.

"Alright sweetheart, can you tell me what day it is, or the last thing that you remember?" Bobby let go of her hand to smooth his palms up and down his jeans. He could feel the worry ebbing away in his chest and eating out his heart that was hammering three times as fast against his ribs.

He wasn't sure he was prepared for what answers she might give him. They didn't know if she had been suffering memory loss or if she had just been extremely confused. And they didn't know what time zone (Y/n) thought she was in since she couldn't remember who Tommy was, and she had been with him for the last five years.

It was almost frightening for Bobby to wonder what time (Y/n) thought she was in and what she might or might not remember.

When her dad let go of her hand, (Y/n) suddenly felt even colder and lonesome. She ran her fingers up and down the creases in the thin sheet that was draped across her legs and pulled up to her waist. But when she lifted her gaze, her head tilted to one side and her lips parted.

Something soft swirled in her deep eyes and her lips quirked into a smile as she reached a hand out across the room.

"Tommy…"

She hadn't realised he was in the room with them until now. Her gaze locked on her husband, stood as close to the door as he could get like he thought he might need to make a quick exit anytime soon.

He was stood with one leg crossed over the other and his body slanted at an angle while his left shoulder was pressed against the wall. He was facing the door with his head tilted down so his cleft chin was tucked against his chest. And he had his arms folded over his chest, showing off the way his muscles in his biceps tensed and how his work shirt looked a size too small for him.

But when his name passed through her lips, Tommy's head snapped to the right.

His blue eyes went wide until his pupils almost took over the whole expanse of his eyes and his lips parted, but he couldn't find anything to say.

She recognised him. She'd said his name. She knew who he was.

He pushed his frame off the wall and bolted across the room until he could collapse down on the side of the bed next to her thigh. His hands reached out for hers but her hand was already out, cupping the side of his face before he could grab her.

His fingers glided up and down her arm, ghosting over her pulse point as if to make sure she was actually speaking to him and this wasn't just some kind of wishful dream.

"You know my name." He muttered in disbelief before he turned his head to the right and pressed his lips against her wrist, kissing over her pulse. He leaned his cheek into her touch, wanting to melt on the spot when her fingers cupped his cheek and the underside of his jaw and he felt her thumb going across his cheekbone.

"It'd be a bit embarrassing if I didn't… I married you, didn't I?" Her voice was quiet and crackling from how dry her throat felt, but her words were like the softest string quartet Tommy had ever heard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

He could of just sat there in awe of his wife and beg her to say his name over and over and over until it was the only thing he could understand and be sure of. But Tommy wanted to make sure she didn't have any gaps in her memory and that she hadn't time-skipped but still forgotten some of her memories.

"I… I was home, getting ready for work… you'd gone really early, but I- I don't remember going to work, or coming here." She could picture herself getting dressed at home. She could see herself looking at the bed with disappointment that she had woken up alone because Tommy had been called away so early.

She had barely gotten to hug and snuggle with him before he was gone again like a vague dream she could barely recall.

The relief in Tommy's eyes told (Y/n) that what she remembered was recent and she could tell he was overjoyed.

Had she really forgotten who he was? What had she said or done to him to make him worry she wouldn't remember him when she woke up? Oh God, what had she done to him?

Tears welled up in her eyes and she could barely register her dad kissing her temple, muttering that he was going to go and get Athena and bring her up before he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, (Y/n) brushed her thumb across Tommy's cheek and bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from crying. She felt her spine clicking into place as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his temple. The touch almost made him jump, but the way he leaned his head back and stared up at her with those big doe eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter with adrenaline.

"Baby did I, did I really forget your name… forget you?"

"Only for a moment. You knew I was someone important." The soft, intoxicating smile on his lips made (Y/n) want to smile, but all she could do was take short, puffed breaths.

"Why?"

"You got a viral infection, encephalitis. But we caught it in time, you're gonna be just fine now. And you remember us all and who you are, so no more tears, okay?"

Tommy kissed over her pulse point again before he leaned forward and moved his hands to cradle her face.

He pulled her in for a kiss, tasting the salt tears over her lips and feeling them trace onto his face when she couldn't seem to stop them. He stole the little air left in her lungs and grazed his teeth along her lip while their noses brushed together and he couldn't help but smile against her lips.

"As long as you remember me, honey, it's all good."

[murdrdocs]

inspo from hot to go!; post stanford tashi; fem!reader MDNI 18+ w/ TASHI DUNCAN

tashi is in a bar.

it's not just any bar, she knows this. she wouldn't even be seen in just any bar, but this bar is different. the demographic is different. the music is different. the drinks are more or less the same. this isn't just any bar and tashi likes that.

she came to this bar because she wanted to. because she wanted this. because she wanted to take some hot stranger back to her hotel room and get her brains fucked out. because she wanted to forget that she's just katarina's hitting partner, and not the one with the trophy.

she came dressed for the occasion. glitter along her lined hooded eyes. nude lipstick smeared over her lips. low rise jeans hugging her ass and a sparky top making her tits look phenomenal. she was going home with someone, she knew she was.

it took a while, lots of searching and a few drinks, but tashi finds her target.

you, dancing to every song as if you know it well. laughing and talking with people as if you know them well. she thinks you might be a regular, or at least this isn't your first time here. she doesn't think this is your first time doing anything like this in general. at first, the thought intimidates her. but tashi has never been one to back down from a challenge. she's never been one to become intimidated because someone knows more than her.

it takes a short while, tashi begins to think she missed the sweet spot, but she eventually approaches you.

and there's nothing to be worried about.

sure, she's a little worried that you might not be into her, but she was once told that she's everyone's type. so she stands tall in her heels, uncaring about her height for once, and she smiles at you.

and the two of you click. you're like fucking magnets, bodies pressed together, moving as one to whatever song playing throughout the bar. her head buried in the crook of your neck, your hands on her waist and hips, your perfumes rubbing together to create a unique mix that tashi never wants to forget.

at one point, you dip your hand to slide past the waistband of her jeans, resting right over her mound, and tashi fucking moans. you haven't even touched her yet, not really, but her celibacy streak has made her needy.

so needy that she's jumping at the first opportunity to be alone uncaring how desperate she may seem.

"are you hot, too? or is it just me?" you ask her, your voice right in her ear.

tashi nods immediately, quick to agree even if she's actually not that hot. nothing compared to summer training on a court. but she still nods because she knows what you want.

your hand slipped in hers, you leading the way out of the bar until you're both outside in the summer air, feeling the breeze against your skin when she has you pressed against a wall and her lips against yours.

she kisses you sloppily. it's probably the messiest kiss she's ever had, and it's all her doing.

she's the one slipping her tongue into your mouth, missing the cavern a couple of times.

she's the one knocking your teeth together.

she's the one moaning and groaning into your mouth while her hands, appreciative and curious, pull at your waist.

and then she's the one throwing the suggestion out there.

"i'll call a cab."

after a torturous twenty minutes where you and tashi try to be decent people who don't grope each other in the back of a cab, the two of you end up in tashi's hotel room and there's no more inhibitions.

she's stark naked on the bed with your bare body rubbing against hers from above. she lets you stick your fingers in her mouth and then in her cunt. she writhes and moans as you devour her in ways she's never experienced before.

her nails dig into the white sheets as she stares up at the ceiling, praying this would never end.

you're so earnest between her legs, telling her she tastes sweet and sounding like you mean it. like you actually are getting pleasure from having your head between her thighs and your tongue against her soaked cunt.

you keep calling her pretty, and tashi feels pretty.

when she's having another woman tweak her nipples and lift her legs in the air, she feels as pretty as she ever has.

she's so quick to return the favor, too. she wasn't just here to get fucked. she wanted to make you feel good.

her brown eyes big and kind as she watches you, one lithe hand slipping between your parted legs. when you take that first gasp, a sharp inhale at the feeling of tashi rubbing two tight circles into your clit, tashi echoes the sound. it's as if she's mirroring you, as if she's breathing with you.

and when the night's over, tashi gives you her number. well, it's like that night never ended, actually. when she’s on the road, you call often and let tashi listen to the way you fuck your cunt while pretending its her.

[jonbene]

Thank you for the outpouring of responses and support on my first few stories. It’s been great to see and very encouraging. I’ll try to write as much as the inspiration strikes to keep you all…entertained :) Here’s my next one:

His father saw an ad guaranteed to make your kids “man up” almost overnight. It was at a wilderness camp teaching kids about foresting, wildlife, and logging. His dad jumped at the chance and dropped him off. To be honest, his son was actually excited. He loved the idea of getting dressed up in costume, spending the summer among the trees.

It’s true, within the first day they put the kids straight into lessons and trainings all about the forest and how to work. His son adjusted quite quickly and grew a liking to it. They fed him a ton of steak and carbs as he sweat, chopping down trees and hiking. It was 12 hours of work all in the first day and all the kids were exhausted by the end of it. As they got into bed, they noticed that they had changed a bit. Their clothes felt different, but still fit. They were all kind of awkward in their bodies as they grew in height subtly.

The ad didn’t lie when they said they would man up almost overnight. They all woke up at what seemed like 18 years old. Most of them had full beards by morning!

They weren’t scared though. They felt confident, excited, and strong. Testosterone coarsened through their new bodies, giving them all the symptoms. And with every new, exciting symptom, there were the adverse ones. They became more aggressive and moody. Their appetites and libido increased. They experienced headaches, acne, and their voices cracked.

Since the camp somehow changed their bodies rapidly, all their symptoms appeared and progressed and heightened rapidly. As they worked on the land feeling more comfortable in their bodies allowing their shirts to open up, letting the wind brush against their skin, their skin began to change. Their skin became tougher, thicker. Their bodies began to bulk, sprouting more and more body hair.

This was when the boys started to become alarmed. They hadn’t even been there a week, and so much had changed for them. They looked like boys in a football college now. They struggled with all the rapid, mental, and physical changes and wished they’d stop. They never wanted it to be like this; they just thought they’d be playing in a summer camp!

But the changes did anything but slow, no matter how hard they pleaded with their bosses and teachers. The deed was done and there was no reversing it. Their bosses didn’t like their protest, so it was time to escalate. They all started screaming as their bodies burned. One by one they started bursting out of their clothes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! As one limb after another bulked and sprouted and bounded up, out, and away from them. Veins bulging out of their skin. They begged, “plllleeAAASSEE! nnnoOoOOOoOOO!” as their voices dropped even more into a huge, thunderous man’s voice. Their fate was sealed. They were men now, especially as their muscles one by one bulged up and swelled. Their bodies getting more and more dense hair. No amount of clothes could cover up their virility.

They must be silenced. There was no way the company could afford negative reviews. A wash came over their minds as the transformation slowed. As fast as it came, it ended. “Ohhhhh,” they moaned softly as their hair fell out of their heads very quickly, leaving them with none left on top and plenty everywhere else. Must be the excess testosterone. They all stood there naked coming to in a trance gently exploring their new bodies with their hands. It seemed normal to them now how hairy they’d become. It didn’t feel like just days ago their dads were dropping them off as kids. It felt normal to them how large, firm, and massive their bodies became.

It felt normal to them now that they were fully grown men. Men that enjoyed the outdoors. Men that were very capable and handy around the house and yard. Men that worked hard for their money and knew how to enjoy life as well.

Months later, they were just grown men like everyone else in society. The big secret was that they were just kids months ago and were now men in their 40s. But nobody talked about it, so the process continued happening for generations of boys looking to be accepted by their fathers.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 5

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Boost, Comet, Sinker

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Okay, so I know I said clones making pancakes was going to happen in this part, but things changed. Instead of pancakes, you get daddy and daughter fluff that might still make you cry. Enjoy the fluff while you can because the next two parts are angsty again. As always, please enjoy 💚

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The morning arrived sooner than Wolffe liked, as the sunlight peeked through the bedroom blinds and beamed onto his face. He lifted his head off the pillow to check the time and it throbbed from his emotional exertion the night before. It was still early, but Cara would be awake soon. He sighed and scanned over the sleeping clones in his bed. Sinker was lying on his stomach beside him, Boost with his mouth open and hanging off the side of the bed, and Comet curled up into a little ball at the end.

Wolffe snorted, then kicked Boost the rest of the way off of the bed.

Boost landed on the floor with a loud thud and gasped.

"I'm awake," he slurred with a sleepy voice. After a brief pause, he popped his head up and scratched at his chest while releasing a wide yawn. "Mornin'."

Wolffe reciprocated the yawn. "You still sleep like that, huh?"

Boost shrugged. "Old habits die hard."

Wolffe stretched his arms over his head and cracked his neck. He was surprised. For such a horrible night, he slept rather well. He assumed it was due to a mixture of physical and emotional exhaustion, and that his Pack brothers were with him. However, that familiar sense of despair quickly washed over him again. His brothers, not his wife, were in his bed. He fidgeted with his fingers, following the nonsensical movements with his eyes as his mind wandered to the events of the previous night.

"Daddy!" Cara called from her room.

Wolffe snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and released it slowly. That's right. He had a kid to take care of. Normally, his wife would be up by now and getting their day started. She'd already be dressed and given Cara her bath, and be busy making breakfast for the three of them. That was what this morning was missing; the smell of breakfast cooking, the sound of little feet padding across the floor, and the feeling of his daughter climbing on top of him to wake him up.

"Daddy!" Cara called again.

Wolffe brushed the memories away and pushed himself off of the bed.

"Do you need help?" Boost asked from his now seated position on the floor.

Wolffe looked down at his brothers still asleep on the bed, then over at Boost. "Can you three make breakfast while I give Cara her bath?"

Boost thought about the request for a second, then shrugged. "Sure."

"Oh, and," Wolffe began, his voice getting thinner as he searched for words. "Can you also… throw the stuff away from last night?"

Boost tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Wolffe breathed. "I don't want to look at it again."

Boost offered a small smile. "We'll get it done."

Wolffe nodded, then exchanged his current shirt for a clean one before leaving the bedroom. He made his way down the hall to the refresher and started filling the bathtub halfway up. He tried to remember everything his wife told him about how to do it, but bath time was her thing, not his. He thanked the Maker above that Cara was already potty trained, because he still had no idea how to change a diaper correctly. Force knew he wasn't created to change diapers or give baths.

Once the bathtub was filled to the correct height, he turned the water off, then swirled his hand in it to make sure it wasn't too cold or too hot. However, he still wasn't sure if it was at the correct temperature.It felt fine to him. He stood up and stared down at the water. Something just didn't look right. It was missing something. He thought hard, then it finally hit him. Bubbles. It was missing the bubbles. He grabbed the liquid bubble bath from under the sink and squeezed some in, but there were still no bubbles.

Wolffe sighed and sat on the floor next to the bathtub. He propped up his elbow on the edge, leaned the side of his head against the palm of his hand, and stared down at the flat water. He wished his wife was here to do this instead, but trying his best effort for his daughter, he stuck his hand in the water and swished it around until a few bubbles began to form. He rolled his eyes, drained some of the water, and turned the faucet back on. Sure enough, the rushing water made the bubbles.

Fully satisfied with his achievement at pouring a proper bubble bath for his daughter, Wolffe got up off the floor and walked down the hall to Cara's room. It was still dark in her room, since she was too short to turn the light on herself, so he flipped on the light switch by the door. Her bedding was in shambles and her hair was a mess, but her demeanor didn't show any signs of distress, which meant she got some sleep. That made him happy and he smiled as he approached her bed.

"Hi, sweetie," he said as he bent down to pick her up. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, daddy," she said happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss in return.

Wolffe smiled. "Ready for your bath?"

Cara looked past Wolffe and he could already tell it still wasn't registering that her mother was gone, even though she knew to call for him this morning.

"What about mommy?" she asked.

Wolffe sighed, readjusted Cara on his hip, and walked out of the bedroom. "I'm giving you your bath today, okay?"

"Okay," Cara said. She leaned her head against his shoulder and Wolffe could feel the unspoken tension.

He carried Cara to the refresher, but stopped at the hall closet on the way when he remembered he needed to grab a towel for her. She had a few kid-sized towels with cute prints on them, and he grabbed whichever one was at the top of the stack. Using his foot, since his hands were full, he closed the door and continued toward the refresher. He then sat Cara down on the toilet along with the towel and closed the refresher door. They both stared at each other blankly and the silence stretched on for an awkward amount of time.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?" Wolffe asked. He wasn't entirely sure how the process worked, so he was hoping Cara would take the lead.

Cara lifted her arms up, but didn't say anything.

Wolffe slowly nodded. "Got it." He helped her take off her clothes, then picked her up and placed her down into the water. "Warm enough?"

Cara nodded, then started playing with all of the bubbles.

Wolffe sat down parallel to the length of the tub and leaned his back against the wall as he watched her play.

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she whipped around and splashed Wolffe in the face.

Wolffe wiped the water droplets off of his face and sighed. "What?"

"My ducky," she repeated. "I need my ducky!"

"Where is… ducky?" he asked.

Cara leaned over the side of the tub, dripping more water onto Wolffe, and pointed to the same cabinet he found the bubble bath in.

In hindsight, Wolffe realized he should have brought a towel for himself too, or maybe changed into some swimming trunks. Apparently, bath time for Cara also meant bath time for him. Not that he couldn't use a hot shower right now, but the water wouldn't do much good on his clothes instead of his skin. It baffled him that his wife always left bath time dry, which was why he didn't think he would get wet. He made a mental note to later work on a new bath time strategy.

Wolffe crawled over to the cabinet under the sink, opened it, and pushed aside a few things until he found a yellow rubber duck, which he assumed was ducky. He scooted himself back over to where he was sitting by the bathtub and placed the rubber duck on the edge. "This him?"

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she sloshed more water out of the tub and onto Wolffe.

At this point, Wolffe resigned to his fate of being soaked and leaned into it. While Cara had her back turned, and was preoccupied playing with ducky, he scooped some of the bubbles up in his hand and dropped them on her head.

She turned around and giggled. "Daddy!"

Wolffe laughed and scooped up more bubbles to drop onto her head, giving her a tall crown.

She giggled more, grabbed some bubbles of her own, and threw them at Wolffe.

Wolffe grinned and wiped the bubbles off of his face. "Oh, it's on," he said playfully. "Come here, you."

Wolffe reached into the tub and tickled Cara. She laughed and thrashed about when he found her most ticklish spot under her arms and splashed water everywhere. But Wolffe didn't care how wet he or the refresher got, because this happy little  moment with his daughter meant everything to him. The water would dry, but to hear her laugh after such a tragic event warmed his heart. She was the only reason he was smiling. She was the only reason he was functioning. She was his only reason to live.

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[danikamariewrites]

Hello, I was just wondering if tou would be able to do a cassian imagine with tall!reader. I’m 170 centimeters tall, and even though I know that may not be considered tall, I don’t really identify with any short!reader imagines.

And I really love your writing, it gives me happiness like no other thing. ❤️❤️

Cassian x tall!reader hc

A/n: thank you anon! That makes me so happy❤️ also I would consider u tall bc I’m 5ft lol

Warnings: none

When you first met Cassian he was shocked by your height but in a good way

You’re taller than most females so it leaves you feeling a little awkward

But Cassian gives me tall girl lover, like he’d love you no matter what

When it comes to training your a formidable opponent since you’re at his level

He’s still taller than you but he’s happy he doesn’t have to break his back bending down to kiss you

You love stealing his clothes and wear them out bc they basically fit you

He loves seeing you in his clothes, I think it makes him blush

“You wear it so much better than I do babe. I think you should keep it I’ll get another one.”

When you guys go out for a casual day he’s he’s just so happy you’re wearing his shirt or whatever you stole from him bc it means his scent is all over you and it just reminds him that your his

When you dress up for events he doesn’t care if you wear heels

Cassian thinks you’re beautiful no matter what you wear and if you end up being eye level with him so be it

It’s just way easier to kiss you

Cassian would still move things up way out of your reach even if it’s a stretch for him

He just wants to still be there and do everything for you

Even if he has to fly in the house to reach your favorite mug

He never has to worry about losing you in a crowd bc he can always see the top of your head

You like poking his cheek a lot

Just a random thing you started doing one day

You were standing next to each other and you looked at him and his cheeks just looked so pokeable so you just went for it

Cassian was so confused by it, and the fact that you kept doing it

At first he was annoyed with it but it brought a smile to your face which made him smile so he let it keep happening

[mountsmase]

this is something that’s spoken about loads but I’ve been thinking about it all day and I can’t not do a concept on it

imagine just pampering mase 🥺

he’s obviously been through a lot this season and with it finally coming to an end he’s understandably going to be absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally, so you leave work early the day of his final session at carrington, whether it be for training or recovery or something else, and get the house all set up for a cozy evening in 😌

You’d make his favourite meal, and a bunch of different sides to go with it, for dinner and have it all ready to eat for soon after he gets home.

You’d meet him at the door, greeting him with a hug and a kiss before taking his training bag off of him and popping it into the utility room so that you can do the washing later on, and then you’d lead him through to the living room where you’d eat sitting on the floor infront of the tv, whatever series you’re currently watching would be playing as you have your little indoor picnic and catch up about your days.

Once you’ve eaten and you’re all tidied up (you wouldn’t let him lift a finger) you’d head upstairs and have a shower together. The shower in his house is most likely huge and it probably has one of those little built in benches, so you sit him down on that so he’s the perfect height for you to wash his hair without needing to reach up. You grab your shampoo and massage it in, heart melting when he leans further into your touch and hums in pleasure as you scratch your nails against his scalp.

You keep massaging it in until your fingers hurt and then help him rinse it out before putting some conditioner in for him and he just holds you whilst let it sit in his hair for a bit. He’s still sitting down so he’s got his arms wrapped around your torso, and he’s at the perfect height to have his head resting against your chest as you run your hands up and down his shoulders and scratch over the back of his neck. He’s in absolute heaven, your touches and the heat from the shower making him feel so so sleepy and relaxed but you eventually have to break apart from him to rinse out his hair and wash your own before stepping out of the shower. You pass him the fluffiest towel you can find and you both dry off before changing into your pjs and you have to stop yourself from jumping his bones when he walks back into the bathroom dressed in only a pair of plaid pjs pants.

You guide him over to the sink and jump onto it, sitting with your legs spread so that he can stand between them and he rests his hands against your hips as you reach over and grab your skin care products. You run through your routine with him, pushing his hair back with a fluffy hair band so that it doesn’t get in the way and his eyes flutter closed as you rub your products and what he likes to call ‘positions’ into his skin. He’d probably complain a little when you get the exfoliator out, not liking how it feels when you use it but he’d shut right up when he feels how soft his skin is afterwards. You rub in some serum for him, the final step, before leaning into kiss his forehead, both of his cheeks and his nose before eventually reaching his lips and he sinks into you as your arms wrap around his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist to hold him to you.

The kiss gets heated but doesn’t go any further than just a quick make out session, both of you being too tired to take it any further so when you eventually hop down from the counter, you just finish up your nightly routines before heading to bed.

You get in first, crawling under the covers and opening your arms for him and he happily climbs into them, flopping down on top of you and nuzzling as far into you as he possibly can, his head finding its usually home in your neck and he breaths in your comforting scent as you reach over to switch the light off and pull the duvet further on top of you.

He’d only be awake for a few more minuets, already relaxed from the rest of your evening and as soon as your hands start tracing patterns over his back and running through his hair, he’s drifting off to asleep 🥺

[generic-whumperz]

“The Aid” (Character Sheet)

How it began /vs/ where we are now (Picrew)

Playlist | Vibes | Ability Breakdown | Masterlist | Character Info |

Overview: The morning after his 18th birthday, a Mystic telepathic empath sells himself into high-class slavery at a Chattel Services Inc. facility in order to help his family flee from a war-ravaged and disease-ridden post-apocalyptic world. Stripped of his name, he is addressed only by his newly appointed ID number and later his trained designation title—The Aid. He is quickly bought by Madame Eleanor Sullivan, a So-Cal socialite, and the prestigious Sullivan family matriarch, to serve her as her live-in caregiver and confidant. After her death five years later, The Aid is bequeathed to Eleanor’s troubled and sadistic son, Wyatt. Surviving a year and a half of Wyatt’s draconian rein as his new Master, The Aid’s once plentiful optimism runs out when Wyatt’s relentless torture has no end in sight. That is, until one fateful day, a bloody and badly wounded stranger is brought to him, reigniting his hope for escape.  

Full name: [REDACTED]

Role: Main lead protagonist (Caretaker turned Whumpee)

Date of Birth & sign: February 10, 2007 (25), Aquarius (story takes place in the year 2032)

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: *perpetually confused*

Height: 5’5”

Weight/body type/build: (when not being starved) slender with lean muscle, more on the petite side with compact features; ideally he likes being 135-ish lbs (currently 125lbs soaking wet)

Hometown: Cincinnati, Ohio

Family Members: [REDACTED]

Left/right handed: ambidextrous

Fav genre of music & anthem: alternative/indie, Devil's Advocate by The Neighbourhood

Occupation: slave; designation: Grand Servant, Mystic Domestic Home Aid (professional bitch)

Ethnicity (+ American): white boi (European origin— mostly British, Scottish, Polish, Norwegian, Swedish, and German)

Hair color & length: chocolate brown; (ideally) cropped short, longer on top, brushed to the side. Straight, but slightly wavy when grown out. Facial hair: ideally clean shaven and well-groomed elsewhere, doesn’t have much body hair, will shave it off regardless.

Hygiene: very clean and hygienic, hates being dirty and smelly, takes immense pride in his physical appearance. The kind of guy that has a 10-step skin routine and loves nothing more than new skin care products.

Eye color: chestnut brown. Large almond-shaped hooded eyes, wears glasses

Skin tone: very fair with blue/cool undertones

Facial features: combo of squared & rounded head, square jaw with strong & pointed chin, pointy lips with prominent Cupid’s bow & heavy lower lip, droopy & downturned nose (now with a jagged bend on the bridge from a few badly healed breaks), manicured straight brows with slight soft rounded arch, squared ears that stick out slightly

Mannerisms: internal dialogue/thoughts do not always match spoken words and actions. Confines most facial expression to his eyes which are constantly shifting around and observing surroundings. Small half-smiles that don't reach his eyes. Silent sighs a lot. Generally very still and goes unnoticed. Quiet, soft steps. Mild-mannered. Feels too much all of the time. On high alert. Small nods and head tilts. Lip/side of mouth twitches when thinking hard, confused, or on edge. Shifts jaw a lot.

Nervous ticks: flushes/blushes, rubs fingertips, picks at cuticles/skin picking, chews/sucks in bottom lip, avoids eyes contact & keeps head down, eyes dart, stiff body language, balls hands into fists, lip & cheek twitches, occasional nose rubbing

Posture: straight and proper (currently doing the best he can)

Style: Whatever Madame Eleanor dressed him in! Usually wearing his custom designer Aid uniform complete with a metal o-ring collar. When at home, usually just in lounge wear.

Health: Originally very healthy before all the torture started and was very active. Former high school track star. Now has chronic pain and is addicted to painkillers. Currently in physical therapy and can’t walk for extended periods of time. Vegetarian. Known allergies: shellfish, penicillin, pineapple, pollen, chamomile, nickel metal, dust. Mental health is in the gutter (on anti-psychotic, mood stabilizer, and neuron blocker to nullify his telepathic abilities), anxious, depressed, suffering from psychosis. Having a bad time. Now missing some teeth and has a chipped tooth from Wyatt beating him up.

Piercings/tattoos: ears pierced and has 24k gold ear cuff. One tattoo on upper left shoulder of his CSI given ID number: 070210

Birthmarks/scars: too many scars to count at this point. But noticeable ones on face: long, u-shaped cut spanning under right cheek, a vertical nic on the tip of chin, and a long faint slice across his left temple. 1.5” scar on right palm and top of hand that he usually keeps covered up/hidden from himself. Born with a bilateral cleft lip and now has two C-shaped scars running between the points of his lip and nostrils.

Language(s): English, some Spanish

Personality: before Wyatt—happy, warm and approachable, charming, compassionate, helpful, confident, obedient, subservient, well-mannered, thoughtful, self-sacrificing people-pleaser. With Wyatt—combative, snappy & short, paranoid, jumpy, nervous, closed off and cold, angsty, vengeful, hopeless, depressive.

Vices: weed, panic cleans

Voice: measured, even tone, modulated and silvery. Typical North American accent.

Smells like: clean, zesty and sweet, like aloe, cactus flower, with a hint of citrus.

Face claim(s): I have been going back and forth with this forever. No one will quite look exactly like him, but I’ve finally concluded, after much deliberation, that he looks a combination of Iwan Rheon (left and top middle) and this random Russian guy I found on Pinterest, Arseniy Popov (bottom middle & right). However, both of them are a bit older than he is, so just 🌈imagine🌈 them aged down a little bit. Also, yes, it’s more than ironic that the guy who plays one of Wyatt’s character inspirations, Ramsy fucking Bolton, is also an Aid face claim. Full circle moment or cosmic horror? You decide.

This pic is slay and serving cunt (judging plebs with Eleanor)

Character inspiration: personality and ability-wise only—Deanna Troi (Star Trek TNG), June Osborne (Handmaid’s Tale), Peta Mellark (Hunger Games), Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

Other: has two trackers, one embedded in his back between shoulder blades, the other in the back of his neck.

Character sheet filled out from his POV, post-Wyatt

[greghatecrimes]

Halloween prompt: House takes baby!Thirteen out trick or treating for the first time

hehe, I love this prompt! ty Jet for submitting it <3

House isn't much of a holiday person. But even he can't deny that Halloween is objectively the best holiday of them all, especially now that he has a kid (and a cute kid at that). Free candy to mooch from just from walking around the block? Sign him up.

Thirteen is dressed in the costume she insisted upon: a huge, round jack-o-lantern, with some adjustments made to make the face properly scary looking. (which Bee/oddlittlestories did a drawing of!!) she's pretty chatty for her age, and House has spent the past few days drilling her on how to say "trick or treat" as adorably as possible. She's practiced and got it down-pat. She's so ready for this. She's going to be the cutest kid in all of fucking Plainsboro.

First stop of the night is Wilson's apartment (of course). House carries Thirteen up to the doorstep and is giving her a pep talk. "You remember what we practiced, right? I knock on the door, I'll put you down, the door opens– that's when you hit 'em with the big guns. You remember what to say?" Thirteen nods. (Of course she does, she's his kid and she's smart as a whip. He's confident.) "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Knock 'em dead."

House knocks on the door, sets her down on the ground, takes one step back. He can hear muffled footsteps from inside. The door opens, and he sees the silhouette of Wilson holding a bowl full of candy. Before he can say anything, Thirteen throws her arms up, jumps towards him, and shouts "ROAR!" at the top of her little lungs.

House puts his head in his hands (but he's laughing behind them). When he looks up, Wilson is feigning terror as Thirteen toddles towards him, the giant pumpkin costume wobbling adorably with each step. "I got you, Jimmy!"

"What happened to 'trick-or-treat'?" House asks.

Wilson crouches down to Thirteen's height, and then pretends to be knocked aside when she gently baps him with one little hand. "I think she decided that SHE wanted to be both the trick and the treat."

"Yeah!" Thirteen grins and points to her costume. "Look, Jimmy! Scary!" (but of course she can't say her R's yet).

"Absolutely terrifying." House agrees. "But hey, Lucky Thirteen. Don't you want to show Jimmy what we practiced?"

"What you practiced?" Wilson raises a brow.

Thirteen frowns. "Not scary."

"You can be as blood-curdlingly horrifying as you want after we get some candy."

Thirteen brightens again. "Okay!" Without hesitation, she holds out her fabric candy basket and looks up at Wilson with the most adorable little smile he's ever seen. "T'ick o' t'eat!" (To her credit, she enunciates well for her age, minus those damn R's).

"Oh my god." Wilson looks up at House with an expression that's half-horrified, half-intrigued. House grins. "You trained her. Like a dog."

"T'ick o' t'eat!" Thirteen repeats, and pushes her basket against Wilson's knee. "Candy?"

"She's not a dog, Wilson. She's a finely tuned magnet for all the candy in Plainsboro."

"Yes, you can have some candy," Wilson assures Thirteen. He reaches for the discarded bowl and pulls out a small handful to drop into her basket. Looking back up at House, he says, "You are terrible. I expect a cut of no less than thirty percent of your earnings."

"Save me the Reese's in that bowl and we have a deal."

Thirteen ends up trying to scare people at almost half of the houses, but she's so adorable that she's showered with candy regardless. By the end of the night they've got enough to last them weeks.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Skin Deep

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader have been dating for a couple of months when he leaves for a long mission. While he's away the reader worries about him and the stress causes her psoriasis to flare up. By the time he comes home it's pretty bad and she's embarrassed to let him, or anyone, see her.

Notes: reader is female and above average height but I try to keep everything else vague.

She has Chronic Placque Psoriasis, which I was diagnosed with last year. My husband has been awesome but I hate this. Crusty, scaly, itchy "plaques" that are not responding well to treatment, thinning hair patches.

So I wrote my own comfort story. Lemme know what you think.

Warnings: swearing, angst with a happy ending

Y/N woke up early to go to the gym and keep up on the training Bucky insisted she start. Even though he had been gone on a mission for 2 months she had promised to stick with it. As she dressed in her tank top she noticed the red scaly patches on her neck and back. Upon further inspection it started on the crown of her head and was spreading. She had seen it starting a couple of days ago but ignored it, hoping it would calm itself but no such luck.

She shook her head and swore "Damnit, not this mess again. FRIDAY? Can you see if Helen Cho has any time to see me today?"

"Of course, Miss Y/N." After a moment she spoke again "Dr Cho can see you at 12:30. Is that alright for you?"

"Yea, FRIDAY. Thank you."

"Of course, Miss Y/N."

Y\N sighed in frustration at her condition, traded the tank top for long sleeves and her shorts for yoga pants, then put on a headband to cover her hairline. Satisfied that most of the plaques were out of sight she went to meet Nat.

When she opened the door to the gym she saw Natasha leaned up against a wall while Clint worked on the weights. When she saw Y/N enter she waved and started walking over to greet her.

Nat furrowed her brow before she spoke "What's with the long sleeves? I didn't bruise you up too much yesterday, did I?

Y/N chuckled "No, it wasn't you. The crunge is back."

Nat looked concerned "Oh no! Maybe the stress of missing your boy toy? Have you even heard from him?"

Y/N shook her head "No. They're on a total comms blackout. Nothing in or out but I'm sure we would have heard if something horrible happened." She smiled sadly "I just miss him. My bed is cold and I'm not sleeping well."

Nat put an arm around her shoulder "I know but he'll be back. How about a 3 martini lunch to distract you?"

Clint looked up "I'm down for a liquid lunch"

Y/N laughed "I have an appointment with Helen at 12:30 so it'll have to be a late lunch but sure as long as you order in. No one wants to see this mess." She pointed at herself.

Nat shook her head "I don't want to hear that talk. It's not like you have any control over it."

Y/N sighed "that doesn't matter. People see my skin and treat me like a leper. I'm not up for being a public service announcement for psoriasis."

"Alright kid. We'll meet in Tony's lounge at 2:00. That should give you plenty of time with Helen." Clint hugged her.

Nat pipes in "I'll tell Betty(Y/N's boss) I need you for the afternoon.'

After the gym, Y/N went to the common room kitchen to find something for breakfast. She settled on a couple of hard boiled eggs, a banana and some orange juice.

Then a long shower, not too hot so her skin isn't irritated, moisturizing her scalp and dressing in a pair of slacks and long sleeved blouse. It took a few minutes to style her hair to cover the rash to her satisfaction.

She went to work in the PR department on the other side of the compound. She was the only ops employee who had quarters near the Avengers, being friends with Tony and Nat was definitely helpful. Dating Bucky was her bonus for living next to the team.

Her boss, Betty, greeted her with a grim smile "Agent Romanoff has requested your help this afternoon so she will meet you in the Avengers common room after your lunch at 2." She looked Y/N up and down "It is convenient how the Avengers always need your help and never any other employees."

Betty was a control freak and didn't like how Y/N was assigned to her but always pulled away by the team. She wouldn't dare complain but it did rub her the wrong way.

Y/N smiled "We've built up a rapport since I'm over there all the time with Sargent Barnes."

Betty sneered "I cant imagine what anyone would see in-"

Y/N snapped "Don't tax yourself trying, some people can only see in one dimension so I'm sure it's beyond your abilities"

Betty scoffed "You might be their pet right now but they'll get bored, he'll get bored if he doesn't kill you first, and you'll be stuck with me"

"Yeah, sure Betty. Why don't you let me get some work done while I'm here." Y/N smiled and went to her office.

She spent 3 hours working on her paperwork and projects before her phone went off to remind her of her appointment. She cleaned up her desk and waved goodbye to Betty who shot her a dirty look.

Y/N went to the medical wing and saw Helen. This wasn't a new problem so Helen gave her a refill on her meds and a new moisturizing steroid cream with vitamin d. Y/N was grateful for Starks medical coverage since most insurance wouldn't cover such a new medicine.

After scheduling an appointment for 2 weeks to see how she was responding to the new meds Y/N went to her apartment to change into something more comfortable. She picked a long sleeve maxi dress and sandals.

When she arrived at Tony's lounge she saw Nat had already started drinking and Clint came in right after her with the food. They sat in the comfy leather chairs eating tacos and drinking margaritas until dinnertime when they decided to watch a movie. They were all half drunk and argued over what to watch but Y/N and Nat ganged up on Clint and they ended up watching Heathers.

Clint passed out before the movie ended so drunk Nat and Y/N made his face up and put ribbons all over his hair then left him there, giggling as they tip-toed away.

Y/N was a little unsteady so decided to go to her room and sleep it off. She tried to explain that to Nat but it came out sounding like gibberish in between her laughter. Nat decided to follow her to make sure she made it ok and they both ended up passed out in Y/N's room.

Over the next 2 weeks she took good care of her skin but the rash wouldn't back down. The meds kept it from growing but didn't help much beyond that.

It was Friday nite and Y/N was on the roof hitting a joint and tequila shots with Nat. "Where is Clint anyhow?"

Nat scoffed "Some shit about seeing his family. Lame."

After they finished the joint they each had a brownie and slowly made their way back to the residential floor.

Y/N passed out fully clothed but she did remember to take her shoes off.

"Miss Y/N?" She heard her name like it was coming from far away and grunted in reply. FRIDAY tried again "Miss Y/N?" She grumbled then shouted "What" instantly regretting it as her head pounded. "Sargeant Barnes tried to call but you were asleep. He left a message to let you know he will be home this evening"

Y/N sat up quickly to find Nat passed out next to her. "Oh my head!" She grumbled and shoved Nat. "Natasha! What did you do to me? My head is pounding"

Nat rolled off the bed onto the floor "I didn't do anything, you're the one who drank too much. You should know you can't keep up with me."

Nat stood up a little unstable but her eyes were clear and bright.

Y/N was thinking "FRIDAY? What did you just say?"

"Sargeant Barnes sent a message to let you know he will be home this evening."

Y/N looked at Nat "Tonite? But look at me? I can't let Bucky see me like this. He'll never want to touch me again." Her eyes teared up.

Nat put an arm around her "Come on, Barnes is crazy about you, he won't let this stupid rash stop him."

Y/N shook her head, then groaned "But, Nat, I haven't had a flare up since before we started dating. I haven't told him about it yet." She got up slowly and went to look in her bathroom mirror and squealed "No, no, no! It's worse than yesterday. All over my head and down my back." She sat down and looked closer "And look Nat, a bald spot. No two. I can't even cover them up, make up just makes it worse."

Y/N spent the whole day stressing even more than she had been, scared that Bucky would be disgusted by her condition. The itch was making her crazy and nothing was helping, all her usual tricks only seemed to exacerbate the problem.

Her phone rang and she saw it was Bucky "Hey Buck" she answered "You almost here? FRIDAY said tonite but it's not even lunch time."

Bucky chuckled and she felt her insides flutter. "Not yet, doll but I couldn't wait to hear your voice. Feels like forever. I can't wait to see you, hold you. We should land around 4"

She smiled, excited to see him too "Any injuries I should know about?"

"Not me this time, Sam is a little beat up but nothing serious"

"I'll make something for dinner. Any requests?"

Bucky growled lowly "What I want has nothing to do with food doll. I can't wait to show you how bad I've missed you."

Her stomach dropped "Oh well I missed you too. You should probably get a good meal and some rest before, you know, anything else."

Bucky sounded concerned "Is everything alright Doll? You sound stressed. Are you ok?"

She forced a small laugh "Of course, baby. I'm just excited to see you."

"Well, make sure you take a nap after lunch. You're gonna need your strength. Good thing tomorrow is Sunday so we can sleep late.

I'll see you soon, beautiful"

"Bye Bucky"

Y/N spent the day doing chores and trying not to worry too much about Bucky coming home. Even took a nap after lunch, she needed it more than he could know. When she woke up her head was clearer so she showered and then went to make dinner for the team. She picked spaghetti since it was easy to make for a large group. She left the sauce to simmer and had noodles and garlic bread ready to go when they landed.

She went to the hangar to meet the team after changing into a long sleeved shirt and long skirt with a headband covering the rash that had gone past her hairline.

She stood humming and bouncing with excitement and nerves. A little yelp slipped out when she first saw him. He looked tired and dirty but broke out in a huge grin as soon as he saw her.

Y/N ran and threw herself into his arms, he squeezed her tight and buried his head in her hair, breathing her in. "Damn I missed you doll. Felt like forever."

She pulled back so she could kiss him "Same sarge, this dump ain't the same without you"

Bucky smiled while Tony was offended "Dump? You got a lot of nerve there Y/L/N" and strode away grumbling.

Bucky set her down "Come on doll, let me go get a shower"

She kissed him again "Ok, I'll get dinner finished and meet you in the kitchen."

The entire team minus Clint sat at the table as Y/N brought all the food out. She looked at everyone "I hope I made enough pasta"

Bucky smiled "It smells delicious, doll."

She smiled back at him, his smile still gave her butterflies, she couldn't understand how someone like him was into her. She felt like he's way out of her league. Especially with her skin acting up.

After dinner she offered everyone brownies, special or plain. Bucky grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and grabbed a couple of brownies "Night all, I need some alone time with my girl."

When they got to his room he tossed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her "Do you have any idea how badly I missed you Y/N? Sam was getting tired of me talking in my sleep."

He gently grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in to kiss him. She tensed when his hand rubbed her neck and he pulled back, noting that the normally soft skin felt dry and crusty "Is everything ok baby? Am I hurting you?" He rubbed her neck gently.

Y/N felt her skin heat up "No Buck, you didn't hurt me. It's just this skin thing that I get. I know it's nasty, I understand if you dont want to touch me." She looked away.

Bucky sighed and gently turned her face to him. She could see the sadness and sincerity in his stormy blue eyes. "Y/N, I always want to touch you but not if it hurts. I never want to hurt you." He kissed her softly "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged "It's gross and embarrassing. People look at me like I have the plague. I haven't had a flare in over a year but stress can bring it on."

Bucky kissed her again and pulled her close "What are you stressed about? Has Betty been on your case again? I can talk to Tony about her if you want."

She giggled "No, that's not it even though she really is awful. Besides, Tony likes me better than you so I could talk to him myself if it was that bad."

"Then what doll?"

Y/N squeezed him and let herself drown in his presence. "I just missed you and was worried. Everything feels so empty without you here."

Bucky kissed her forehead "I know what you mean doll, Sam just isn't as good company as you are."

He held her for a few minutes before a thought crossed his mind. He kissed her on the lips then pulled back to look her in the eyes. "You know what I've heard is a great stress reliever?"

She shook her head "No, what?"

Buckys eyes darkened and he smirked "Orgasms"

[silver-hwaberry]

SEVEN: date night

Warnings: dry humping, protected sex, a very small mention of past bullying and scars, lots of kissing, body praising. MINORS DNI

Word count: 8.3K

Taglist: @kiwibaekie @fudgeflyssworld

Archery training was so fun. I enjoyed it so much and was very thankful that Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too. I had done some archery for sports in one of the many schools I attended. It was nothing like this, though, with real arrows. Before I left, the guys and I had a small competition. Between turns, Yunho stood close to me. There were a couple of staff members around at this point. I could tell he wanted to hold my hand, but couldn’t.

When it was time for me to leave, he came into the waiting room with me as I collected my belongings and gave me the sweetest hug. The type that ends up slowly moving from side to side. With our height difference, my head fits perfectly into his neck, his chin resting on top of my head.

“Enjoy your date tonight little one.” he whispered to me before I left.

Seonghwa is already home when I arrive at the apartment. I hadn’t been expecting him to be home yet as it was just after 4pm. He pats the space beside him on the sofa for me to sit down. As I do, he pulls me into his arms.

“Did you enjoy archery?” he asks me

“I did. Hongjoong paid for me to have a lesson too! It was so much fun!” I smile.

“I am glad.” he says, kissing my lips tenderly

I return the kiss and I sigh softly. 

“So this date tonight..” I say as our lips part “..what do I wear?”

“Whatever is most comfortable for you.” he replies

“Oh well, that narrows it down!” I say as he laughs.

“Well, I don’t quite know what type of outfits you have or what your style really is, so it isn’t an easy question for me to answer.” he says, his hands pulling me closer to him

“True! What are you wearing? It might give me some idea of what to wear.” I ask.

“Oh, are you thinking of doing a couple’s outfit?” he grins, his lips are so close to mine that I can feel his breath on them

“No!” I laugh as he kisses me

“Well I am going for a shower because it was ridiculously humid at the training centre.” I say. 

He gives me another kiss, one that lingers on my lips before I stand up and go into my bedroom.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My hair is done, my makeup is looking good, so all I need to do now is pick my outfit. Jongho said semi formal, but I don’t really know what that means. I have been nowhere formal in my life to even own any clothes that would be classed as formal wear.

Why is this so hard?! I know Seonghwa will be dressed up nicely and look incredibly handsome, too. I don’t want to embarrass him by wearing the wrong clothes. I settle for a long-sleeved white sheer blouse and a black strappy dress on top. I decide on a pair of black heels to go with it and pray it is semi-formal attire. 

As I move the other outfits I was considering off my bed, I hear my phone notification go off and realise it is probably my mom. She usually messages me around this time as it is 10am in the UK.

I have a final look in the mirror and take a deep breath. You can do this Luna! I pick up my brown handbag, put my essentials in it - purse, compact mirror, lipstick, perfume, my phone, power bank and, of course, my most important item - my epi-pen. I open my bedroom door and walk out holding my heels in my hand as I don’t want them to scuff the hardwood flooring in the apartment. 

“Luna!” Seonghwa gasps as I walk into the lounge. 

He looks so good. He is wearing black trousers, a white dress shirt and a black coat. His black hair is in a side parting, not one hair out of place. Perfect.

“Is this ok? I can go get changed if it isn’t.” I say nervously. 

“No. Do not change. You look absolutely stunning, darling.” he smiles before kissing me as his hands cup my face. “I am so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend.” he adds quietly when our lips part 

I suddenly feel really shy about his compliments. I have never taken compliments well. I always get awkward and never know how to act.

“Don’t shy away from me.” he whispers.

“Sorry, I am not used to compliments and never really know how to take them.” I reply.

“Well, please get used to hearing them because it is all true.” He smiles down at me. “And I will never stop saying them to you.”

I believe him but I am not sure how I can get used to being complimented like this. I was used to people telling me how smart I was growing up. That was because I was, I am. That is not me being big-headed, it is a fact. I am incredibly smart. I have an IQ of 144 which is on the high end of the gifted range. I was in the year above too, so I graduated from high school when I was 17 years old. 

Compliments on my intelligence I could take, but on my looks, I found it harder. I did always struggle with my self-esteem. Which is what makes all this feel even more bizarre to me. That 8 men… 8 idols find me attractive!

“Are you ready to leave?” Seonghwa asks me, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I am.” I nod

Seonghwa takes my hand and walks me to the entrance, where I go to sit down on the small step to put my heels on, but Seonghwa stops me and takes them from my hand. I feel like Cinderella trying on the glass shoe as he places them on my feet. My hands holding onto his shoulders to keep my balance. My heels have gave me an extra 3” in height, yet I still feel small compared to him as he stands upright again.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, kissing me softly. “Let's go.” he adds, holding my hand again.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The restaurant is beautiful. It is small with tables in little private corners. Fairy lights strung across the ceiling looked like little stars in the sky. It felt very intimate and romantic as hell!

The hostess shows us to our table near the back and the most private one of all. It made me relax a little more; I wasn’t too sure what the rules were in public like this. Obviously no contact, hugging, holding hands etc but apart from that, I was nervous to initiate anything for fear of getting them into trouble or being seen. 

Seonghwa pulls out my seat as I sit down and tucks it in before going to his own seat. She asks us what drinks we would like to start with.

“Would you like some wine?” Seonghwa asks me.

“If that is ok.” I reply as he nods

“Of course. Pick whatever you want.” he smiles at me

“Could I have a glass of Merlot?” I ask the hostess.

She nods and writes it down on her notepad before looking at Seonghwa who asks for the same. She thanks us and then leaves. I take this opportunity to look around the room. The brick walls give it a rustic feel. There are green plants dotted here and there too, which gives off a calming aesthetic.

“Is the restaurant ok?” I hear Seonghwa ask

“It is beautiful.” I answer, looking back at him and smile. “I really like it here.”

I can swear he has a light blush to his cheeks, but with the lighting, it is hard to tell. He smiles faintly before looking down at the menu. When the server brings our drinks over, we order our food. 

“My girlfriend has a severe allergy to seafood. Please ensure there are no fish ingredients near her food.” Seonghwa says 

The server nods and says he will inform the kitchen staff before taking our menus and leaving us. I take a sip of my wine.

“Sorry, I know that is classed as making a fuss but I wanted to make sure.” he says 

“Oh no, it is fine. I don't mind that at all because I usually make sure too. My mom would have announced it to the entire restaurant the second we stepped foot inside.” I laugh. “That part I hated.”

“Moms are very protective of their children.” He nods.

“I guess you would know having 7 kids yourself.” I comment.

“That is very true!” he laughs.

I am a little shocked when he reaches across the table and holds my hand. It feels nice, but like I had said earlier; I wasn’t sure what the rules were on the outside.

“Are we allowed to hold hands outside?” I decide to ask.

“If we are in a safe place, then yes. This is a safe place. The guys and I have come here before and Myeonjin got security to scoop out the place, too. Most of this area is safe. There are a lot of other idols who live here. You have nothing to worry about.” he smiles at me.

“Good. I just wanted to check. I am rather paranoid about getting any of you into trouble.” I reply.

“You never need to worry about that stuff. We have it under control. In certain places, we need to be more guarded for obvious reasons, but just trust us. We will always tell you in advance what places are safe and aren’t.” he says.

“Earlier, during archery, the guys and I had a mini competition before I had to leave. I felt like Yunho wanted to hold my hand but couldn’t because there were some staff members there. He stood close to me between turns, but I was so scared he would get into trouble for it.” I find myself saying, “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t be talking about him.” I quickly add when I realise I have just mentioned another man while on our date.

“I don’t mind. You can talk about whatever you want to. And I am sure he did. Yunho is like San, very tactile with people he is comfortable with, and likes physical contact. He holds back a little more, though. Well, more than San does.” He chuckles, his fingers squeezing mine. “How are you with affection? Are you ok with it?”

“Oh, I love it. I love that feeling of being physically connected, whether it is a hand resting on a leg or full on cuddles. I also respect people’s boundaries, though. I know not everyone enjoys it as much as I do.” I answer, playing with his fingers.

“So, are you a cuddler, then?” He asks.

“100%. If someone will let me cuddle them, I will. Especially when going to sleep.” I laugh. “I wouldn’t force you, though. I am fine with sleeping apart, if that’s what you need to go to sleep.”

I notice the little smile on his face as he looks down at our fingers.

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep cuddled into you.” He says softly. “Waking up beside you too.”

The thought of him holding me while I fall asleep gives me a warm feeling in my stomach.

“If you ever want to hug someone or hold hands but are unsure or worried, just ask.” he smiles

We spend the next hour and a half talking, laughing, eating, getting to know one another better and making nice memories that I know I will keep for the rest of my life. After Seonghwa pays for the meal, he asks if he can take some photos of me.

“I am not very photogenic. I mean, I don’t even know how to pose correctly.” I say.

“Lucky for you I am an expert in posing for photos.” he chuckles

He leads me over to a corner and pulls some of my hair forward from behind my shoulders, retouching little parts of it before walking backwards and pulling out his phone. I find it awkward for the first few seconds but soon relax into it as he instructs me on how to pose.

“You are a natural.” he smiles, coming back over to me to show me the photos. “And beautiful!”

I find it hard to believe that it is me. He has made me look good, something I rarely feel. I ask if he can send me them so that I can send one to my mom. We put on our masks and leave. He tells me there is a little ice cream stand nearby.

“Are you ok to walk back to the apartment in your heels?” he asks. “I don’t want you to hurt your feet.”

“I had to wear heels all the time when I worked at the hotel. I once stood and walked for 9 hours straight in them! A 15-minute walk back to the apartment is a piece of cake compared to that!” I reply.

“Impressive but also not good.” he laughs

“Yeah, my feet were rather swollen the day after that shift!” I laugh too.

The area we are in is relatively quiet. It seems to be a place for couples as there are a lot of them wandering around, holding hands, taking photos, feeding one another snacks. I feel Seonghwas hand slip into mine, our fingers laced together. As I look down at it, I can see the size difference in our hands. I didn’t realise how small my hands were before.

“9 hours though, that is a long time to be working like that. Did you get a break for something to eat?” he asks.

“I didn’t get to eat at all that day. Most days I had like 10 minutes to get something to eat, if I was lucky and I worked 12-hour shifts as well.” I answer.

“That is not healthy. I am glad you aren’t there anymore.” he says 

“I lost a lot of weight because I was barely eating and on the move all the time. It really wasn’t healthy.” I say.

“I hope that will change now you are working with us. We will all be making sure you eat regularly.” He smiles.

“I don’t doubt that.” I giggle.

We arrive at the ice cream stand and look at the menu. I already know what ice cream flavour I am getting and I know it will disgust him, but I don’t care, it is my favourite flavour.

“Should we get a sharing tub?” he asks

Damn it! He wants to be romantic and share ice cream, which is sweet, but he will not like the flavour I pick. 

“Or not.” he adds when he sees my face, which I know has given me away 

“No, not that. I would love to share a tub with you. I just don’t think you would like my choice of flavour.” I say.

He looks a bit confused for a second and I can pinpoint the exact moment he realises.

“Oh, mint chocolate?” he asks

“Yeah, it is my favourite flavour and what I always get.” I reply. “But I can pick a different flavour so we can share.”

“No, if you usually get mint chocolate then I want you to have that.” he smiles but there is a teeny tiny grimace on his face

He orders the ice cream tub, getting himself a rainbow sherbet and we go to sit down on a nearby bench. It is still daylight, but the courtyard is filled with fairy lights. I have noticed fairy lights are a big thing in Korea and I absolutely love it! I covered my old apartment in fairy lights, as it gave me a feeling of comfort and calm. I was already planning to get lots of lights for my bedroom back at the apartment.

“How is your toothpaste ice cream?” he asks, as he finishes his rainbow sherbet.

“How dare you call it toothpaste!” I gasp. “No kisses for you!”

“No, please!” he whines, placing an arm around me

“Are you sure you want mint chocolate kisses?” I ask playfully, narrowing my eyes at him.

“If they are your mint chocolate kisses than yes.” he grins before leaning over 

“Are we allowed to kiss outside?” I ask quietly.

“We are safe here.” he replies capturing my lips

I cannot help but smile into the kiss. As his tongue moves against mine, I can taste the sweetness from his ice cream and the merlot earlier. One of his hands moves to my neck, his fingers softly touching my skin.

I am still holding onto my tub of ice cream and I try not to drop it on myself as my hands want nothing more than to reach out for him. As the kiss tapers off, he leaves little pecks on my lips. 

“Hmm, toothpaste!” He grins at me

“Boy, you are lucky I am holding this ice cream!” I say as we both laugh.

When I finish my ice cream, we head home. There is a slight breeze that makes me shiver and within seconds Seonghwa places his coat over my shoulders. I can feel the warmth immediately.

“Better?” He asks sweetly

“Yes, thank you.” I nod as he kisses my forehead 

His hand slips into mine once again, and we continue walking.

The apartment is quiet when we arrive home. I have no idea where the others are because no one is downstairs. I am not sure if they were told to make themselves scarce for our return or if they are just coincidentally in other places. I know Hongjoong will probably be at the studio as usual. 

“Thank you for the date.” I say as we walk into the lounge.

“It isn’t over yet.” he smiles. “I have something for you. Sit down and I will get it.”

I do as he says, wondering what it could be. He goes into the kitchen and I can hear him moving around with the opening and closing of cupboard doors. I move further back onto the sofa to make myself comfortable.

Seonghwa comes back into the lounge with a little plate, his hand covering part of it so I can’t see whatever it is and my curiosity is peaking now. 

“Oh, what is this?” I ask, craning my neck to see.

“Just a little something I thought you might like. I hope anyway.”

He moves his hand away to reveal a cute little cake. It has pink icing on top with a sliced strawberry placed in the middle.

“Wow!” I gasp, looking at it as he sits beside me. “Strawberry too!”

“I have noticed you seem to like strawberry things.” he says as he sliced through a small corner of it with a fork

“I absolutely love strawberries!” I giggle.

He holds the fork up to my mouth for me to take a bite, and it tastes as delicious as it looks, causing me to moan lightly. I notice the little smirk on his face and the raised eyebrow. His eyes are gazing deeply into mine and we gravitate towards one another. I take the plunge and kiss him. It is heated from the start and I crave more as he places the cake on the coffee table.

I move closer to him and I feel his hands move down to my hips, lifting me onto his lap. My clumsiness kicks in when, with my eagerness to be as close to him as possible, my knee roughly connects with his crotch, causing a groan to escape him.

“Oh shit, Seonghwa. I am so sorry.” I say, pulling away from him. “Are you ok?” 

“I am fine Luna.” he chuckles. 

He cannot be fine after that! It was a near full force impact to a very sensitive area for a guy!

“Are you sure? I didn’t mean to knee you in the balls. Fuck, fuck! I am sorry!” I say 

I can feel myself getting flustered that I’ve hurt him and move back from him. Pretty sure I have ruined the moment and I wouldn’t blame him. A knee to the balls is a passion killer for sure. Resisting the urge to run into my room from the sheer embarrassment of it, I am surprised when he pulls me back onto his lap again.

“Look at me darling.” he says, my eyes moving back to his. “I am ok, it was an accident and my fault for suddenly pulling at you like that.” 

I know he is being nice, but I feel bad for hurting him. I settle down, my legs on either side of him, trying to make sure I do nothing else to cause him or myself harm. I swear I need to come with a warning sign.

“Now where were we?” he smirks, pulling my head down to his

The kiss picks up from exactly where we left off and his hands move down to my hips. Within seconds, I have melted into him, my blunder quickly forgotten about. I can feel his excitement growing between my legs. His fingers are digging into my hips now and subtly moving them against him. The feeling of his bulge rubbing against my clothed core is driving me insane.

“Seonghwa.” I mumble against his lips.

“Yes, darling?” he asks, his kisses moving to my neck

I tilt my head upwards to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. My fingers pulling lightly on his hair.

“Take me to bed.” I say. 

“Are you sure?” he replies, pulling back to look into my eyes. 

“I am!” I say softly, looking back into his dark brown eyes

“You know there is no pressure, right? No expectations.”

“Seonghwa, I want you!” I declare.

His eyes instantly darken, and he kisses me passionately. It takes me by surprise, but I am not opposing it. He suddenly grabs my body and standing up. The abrupt movement causes me to pull away from his kiss. My entire body stiffens up, my legs locking tightly around his waist, and an involuntary whimper escapes me as my face buries into his neck.

“Are you ok?” he asks

“N-no one has ever lifted me like this.” I say

“Well, you better get used to it because I will do this a lot.” he chuckles. “Do you want to go to your room or mine? Hongjoong will probably be at the studio until the early hours, as usual.”

“Mine.” I simply reply, still gripping firmly onto him, afraid I will fall.

“I got you.” he whispers. “You are safe.”

“I am too heavy for you.” I frown.

“You weigh like nothing!”

Holding me with one arm securely around my waist, he opens my bedroom door with his free arm, closing it behind him with his foot. I remember I had left my room in a bit of a mess. I still hadn’t unpacked my things. The clothes I had considered for the date were in a pile on the desk. The clothes I had worn to work were still scattered around the floor, too. Honestly it was an absolute mess.

“Sorry about the mess.” I say. “I meant to tidy up before we left, but my mom text me and I got distracted.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’ve barely had time to settle in.” he replies,

“I will tidy it all up tomorrow, I promise. Sorry. I know how much you hate mess.” I say.

“You never have to worry about that stuff with me.” he comments, placing me safely on my bed. “See, I kept you safe.” he adds

“Sorry.” I say, looking up at him.

“You say sorry way too much.” He comments.

“Well, when you make as many mistakes and fuck-ups as I do, then sorry becomes part of your everyday vocabulary. Sorry is actually the first word I learn when studying a new language! It is a very important word to know.” I grin at him.

I pull my feet onto the bed and push my body further up the mattress. I look up at Seonghwa and give him my best ‘come to bed’ eyes. It must have worked, because he smirks as he climbs onto the bed, his hands touching my legs.

“Are you 100% sure about this?” he asks

Such a gentleman! I have never been asked this more than once before and as nice as it is, if I did not want this, then he wouldn’t even be in my bedroom, never mind between my legs with his hands on them. I grab his belt and yank him down on top of me.

“I am.” I reply

“If at any point you want to stop, say the word, and I will.” he says 

I nod before wrapping my hand around the back of his head and pull his lips down to mine. The instant our lips connect, there is a desire I have never felt before. I have never yearned for someone to touch me as much as I want Seonghwa to right now. 

With deep and passionate kisses, his hands move down my body and go under my dress. His fingers caress at my bare skin and my stomach lurches as they move higher up my thigh.

My own hands that had been buried in his hair move to unbutton his shirt. He moves back a little to give me more room to do so, but keeps our mouths connected, his tongue massaging against mine. As I pop the final button through the hole, my hands move to slide his shirt off.

It is only now that he pulls his lips away and leans back on his knees to take it off, throwing it onto the floor as I look up at his now topless frame. The only light in the room is coming in through the window from the streetlights outside, causing a slight orange glow to appear around him. 

“You are so beautiful Luna.” He mumbles, leaning down again and kissing my neck 

I let out a deep breath. I didn’t even realise I had been keeping in.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly, pulling his head back

“I am. I just feel a bit.. nervous.” I answer honestly. He moves to lie beside me, his upper body propped up by his elbow, his other hand still resting on my waist. “And before you say we don’t have to, I want to. I want you so bad and I know that makes me sound pathetic, but it is true.” I add, feeling my entire face flush red.

“I want you too, so much more than you could ever know.” He says, leaning down to kiss me tenderly, his fingers stroking my cheek. “What is making you nervous?”

“I don’t even know.” I reply. “It has been a while since I was intimate with someone. Since I graduated, I have worked in the hotel nonstop. If I wasn’t working, I was trying to catch up on sleep. I barely had time to even eat, never mind date or even be social with others.”

“I feel the same, nervous. It has been a while for me, too. We will take it slow and figure it out together.” he says.

I nod and sit up to take my dress off. Seonghwa sits up too and moves my hair over my shoulder before pulling the zip on the back of my dress, slipping it over my head, followed by the sheer blouse.

I lay back down in only my underwear. Silently thanking myself for deciding to wear my best black lacy bra and underwear now. The set I know makes my boobs look good.

“Wow, I didn’t think I could get any harder than I already was.” He groans, his eyes looking down at my body.

My hands reach over to Seonghwas belt and undo it. My stomach lurches again as he removes his trousers and moves on top of me. His lips connect with mine, slowly moving to my neck, then chest, and that insane desire for him returns. My fingers grip his hair lightly as he leaves wet kisses on my chest. That is until he holds onto my wrists and pins them delicately on the bed. I feel him switching between kissing and licking my skin. I bite my lower lip to muffle any sounds coming out as his mouth lowers.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks, referring to the moon and stars tattoo on my ribs when he reaches it. 

“Yeah.” I reply

“You are full of surprises, Luna.” He laughs, kissing it “Do you have anymore tattoos?” 

“Maybe.” I grin down at him.

As he continues to kiss my skin, one of his hands moves from my wrist and cups one of my breasts. I can’t hold back the whine as his fingers pull the lace material down, freeing my breast. His hand cups it once again, his thumb rubbing my nipple as it becomes hard.

His head moves back up and his lips connect. The tip of his tongue swirling around the nipple sending shock waves through my body. His tongue makes my head feel fuzzy. He rotates between flicks with the tip, full licks with the flat of his tongue and kisses. It makes me begin to wonder how skilled his tongue would be lower down but for right now I am loving what he is doing. He moves to my other breast, doing the exact same to it and I feel my legs shake at the contact, my knees tightening on either side of his hips as I feel myself becoming wetter by the second.

“So soft.” He mumbles as his hand paws at my exposed breasts.

A shot of pure pleasure goes through me as his hips grind into me. I can feel the outline of his hardened length straining against his boxers, rubbing into my core. My free hand moves to cover my mouth, muffling the moans coming from it. 

Seonghwas head comes back up, moving my hand away, pinning it back on the bed and kissing me deeply.

“I want to hear you.” he says as our lips part, his forehead resting on mine as his hips continue to move.

“The o-others…. hear..” I mutter incoherently 

“They are upstairs and this room is in the quieter part of the house.” he mumbles as I moan at the increased pleasure hitting me. “That feel good, darling?”

“P-please don’t stop.” I nod.

“I won’t.” he replies

And he doesn’t. With each rut against one another we are like two school kids in our bedrooms trying to not get caught by our parents as we do our ‘homework’, I feel myself getting closer and closer to a release I hadn’t felt in a long time. My moans are growing in volume. 

“Hwa…” I pant

“Yes, darling?” he responds, his movements becoming harsher

“So close.”

“Let it go.” He says. “Come for me.” he adds in a firm tone before kissing me passionately  

The pace he had set becomes faster, both of us moaning now. His grip on my wrists tightens. Heat pools in my lower half. I feel the coil inside me tighten and suddenly release, causing me to moan his name loudly.

As I ride out my high, his hips slow down, leaving me panting as I try to catch my breath. I have never come so intensely from dry humping before and I was not expecting it, either. 

“You okay?” He asks, releasing my wrists and looking down at me.

I can only nod. My brain is utterly fried. I don’t think I could even form a coherent sentence if I tried to. He smiles at me before kissing me again. My fingers run through his slightly sweaty hair.

“We can stop here if you want to.” He whispers as his lips leave mine.

“No. I want you.” I say firmly and I feel my lower lip pout out.

“As you wish, my darling.” He replies.

His kisses move down my body once more as I lay back on the pillows and relax into the bedding. His hand snakes around my back and skilfully unhooks my bra with two fingers, causing me to raise an eyebrow. Clearly not his first rodeo in bra removal! 

“What?” he asks, smirking up at me as he throws the lacy material on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes.

“Nothing.” I hum.

He continues his kisses from my breasts down to my stomach. His tongue swirls around my pierced belly button causing me to giggle a bit at the ticklish sensation.

His kisses stop just below my belly button and his fingers trace the length of the silvery line carved into my skin that I had grown to hate. I had hoped he wouldn't see it, which I knew was ridiculous to hope for because you couldn't miss the big ugly scar.

“What is this?” he asks softly

“Appendix scar.” I reply. “I.. I hate it.”

“Why?” his voice is even softer than before

“A week after the operation I was desperate to go back to school as I had exams coming up. I didn’t want to fall behind on my studies. So I begged my mom to let me go, I gave her the big eyes and she caved in. On my way to my 3rd class I was going down some stairs, someone pushed me. I fell down, the stitches burst and the incision ripped open.” I say, wishing he would stop looking at it.

I close my eyes, fighting back the tears, as I don’t exactly want to be crying during this moment between us. I suddenly feel his lips against mine, his hand stroking my face.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he says.

“You didn’t. It is ugly and just disgusting.” I say as I open my eyes. “I hate it. It reminds me too much of the bullying from that time.”

“I understand why you feel that way. The scar is attached to awful and painful memories for you. It isn’t ugly to me, it is a part of you and it is beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect.” He whispers, his hand moving to my neck.

He places another soft kiss on my lips before moving back down to the stomach. He continues kissing the skin before placing a series of kisses on top of the scar. 

His kisses begin to lower until they are above my underwear. His fingers play with the hemline before his hands move my thighs further apart. I feel an instant rush at my core. As he hooks his fingers under the material of my underwear, I lift my hips so he can pull them down. I am very aware of how naked and exposed I am now. He moves back up my body, kissing me tenderly until he reaches my neck.

“I need you now.” He whines.

“Me too.” I reply, kissing him. “I’ve got condoms in my drawer.” 

“I have condoms, too, in my bedroom. I didn’t really know which ones to buy. There are so many non-latex ones so I bought a lot.” he sighs, making me giggle a little. 

“Oh I know! I have first hand experience of it. It isn’t like just picking up the first box of condoms you find on the shelf and buying them.” I laugh lightly stroking the back of his head.

“The guys and I have all taken STD tests. Our results came in this morning. We are all clean. We will respect your choices when it comes to contraception.” he says

“I am on birth control, but I would feel better using condoms for now. I will get an appointment as soon as I can to get tested as well.” I say. “I shouldn’t have anything as I am always very careful but I want you all to be safe and have peace of mind.”

“Condoms it is.” he smiles

As he leans back to remove his boxers, I open my bedside drawer and open the box of condoms. I remove a packet from the box, laying back onto the bed, passing it to Seonghwa. He rips open the foil packet with his teeth and takes the condom out. My eyes move down to watch him place it on his cock. It is exactly what I imagined it would be when I felt the outline of it rubbing into my core. Long with girth and perfectly straight. Everything about this man is perfect. It makes sense his dick is perfect too!

He hovers over me once again and I suddenly feel really small underneath him.

“Are you ready?” he asks

I detect a hint of shakiness in his tone and I can see how round his eyes have become. I place a hand on his cheek, pulling it towards me and kiss him tenderly.

“I am.” I whisper

Seonghwa lines his tip up with my entrance, but I place a hand on his chest, causing him to look back at me.

“Seonghwa, I’ve never… come during intercourse.” I say. “It isn’t something that happens to me.” I feel my cheeks heat. “I just wanted you to know before we start an-and not like, think it is something you did wrong or be like, offended.” I babble.

“Hey, hey.” he soothes. “It is ok. For some women, it takes other methods. Sex isn’t like a porno with the woman coming within minutes.”

“You watch a lot of porn?” I tease.

He laughs and hides his face in the crook of my neck as I giggle. Any tension either of us was feeling instantly disappears.

“I guess I cannot deny it now.” He laughs. “What I mean is that it is ok, but I will make sure you feel good. Again. And again. And again.” His lips kiss mine with each phrase. “With my fingers. My mouth. My tongue. I. Will. Make. Sure. Of. It.” His kisses continue as I feel his tip push into me.

I gasp at the sensation, my hands grip onto his waist. He takes his time, small slow thrusts, more of his length sliding in with each push, opening more of me until he has bottomed out. His hips still as I adjust to his full length. 

“Are you ok?” He asks quietly

“I am.” I answer, my voice shaky.

“Tell me when you are ready.” He says.

“I am ready.” I whisper.

I am desperate for him to move. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel earlier. He pulls his hips back until he is almost out then pushes back in slowly. Soft groans leave his mouth as he looks down at me. He repeats this a few times until he sets a steady pace. I move my legs further apart, my feet resting on his waist and my hips gently move in time with his. 

“Fuck, Luna!” Seonghwa groans, almost feral like.

His pace increases and he fills me deeper than before. Something stirs inside me, something I have never felt during sex. I feel a small gush of some liquid, a bit like pee, but I know that it is not.

“Hwa?” I mumble

“hhmm?” he responds

“Kiss me.” I whine. “Please…”

Our lips connect feverishly kissing one another, he moves his body so he is laying on top of me. His chest flush against my own. This position changes the angle of his cock and it feels so good.

“Hwa… feels good… f-fuck…” I moan loudly as his head hits a sensitive part inside of me, another small gush and a spark of pure pleasure. “Oh god.. do that again.”

He gives another harsh thrust in that same spot and I feel lightheaded. 

“Did I find your sweet spot? Hmmm my darling?” He purrs into my ear. 

“Yes.. yes…” I whimper.

“My pretty darling feeling good?” I can only nod frantically at his question.

Our lips reconnect, I feel his hand capture mine; he laces our fingers together and pins it beside my head. My legs move higher and lock around his waist. His other hand grips onto my thigh, fingers digging into the flesh which I am sure will leave marks.

“I can feel you clenching, darling. You are going to make me come if you keep doing that.” He groans

“Sorry.. can’t control it. Fuck.. don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I beg

I have never begged like this, yearned like this or felt this good from intercourse. I am on the cusp of an orgasm, I can feel it right there just waiting to erupt. My walls grip onto him tightly as he glides in and out of me. Deep groans coming from him.

My back arches off the bedding as my orgasm hits hard. I begin saying his name like a mantra, each time my voice gets louder.

“Luna… you feel so fucking tight.” He pants

His thrusts increase in speed, causing my orgasm to intensify. My fingers squeeze his tightly, my other hand buries deep into his sweaty hair. Other than our passionate moans, the sound of our bodies connecting repeatedly fills the room. I really hope Seonghwa is right about this room being quiet because the lewd noises inside it are getting louder.

Suddenly his hips snap harshly 3 times and a guttural groan comes out of him. His head drops into my neck, his lips touching my skin, and he stops. His entire body shakes then he gives one final firm thrust that hits me hard, causing another powerful orgasm to hit me. 

"Seonghwa!" I cry out 

The room is nearly silent now, just the noise of our pants as we both try to catch our breath. His body goes limp, his weight on top of me, but I don’t care. I want him as close as humanly possible; I need to feel him. The hand that had been in his hair moves down to his back so I can tenderly rub it. His body is still shaking slightly, as is mine.

A few minutes pass. He lifts his head and looks down at me. Fuck me, he looks ethereal. His face is coated in sweat, his hair wet with it too. A small bead falls from his chin onto my neck. I feel like my heart is going to beat out my chest when he smiles at me, his eyes partially closed like he could fall asleep any second. He leans down to kiss me, a tender kiss, his tongue slowly massaging with mine as we both settle from our orgasms.

"Well that has never happened before." I sigh happily when our lips part. 

"Is it bad if I tell you how fucking sexy and hot you look right now?" He says. "All fucked out, underneath me with my cock still buried deep inside you." His lips find my neck, his teeth gaze at the skin delicately.

A small involuntary clench surrounds him with his dirty words. His softening dick twitching at the clench, a small whimper escaping him from how sensitive he still is.

"You liked that huh?" He smirks.

"I am just wondering how someone who is so angelic and ethereal looking right now can utter such dirty words." I smirk back.

“In all seriousness though, are you ok?” he asks looking at me.

“You just gave me 2 of the most intense orgasm I have ever had and during sex. I am more than ok.” I giggle

A sudden rush of emotions flood over me. It feels like I’ve been hit. My eyebrows furrow as I try to hold it in but Seonghwa can see it. He moves off of me, the empty feeling inside me after being full of him makes me feel it even more. He lies beside me, pulling me into his warm chest.

“Sorry.” I whisper holding onto him

“It is ok my darling.” he soothes. “It is a lot of emotions right?” 

“I’ve just never experienced something so intimate. I’ve had a lot of sex but nothing like this.” I reply. “Shit, that makes me sound like I am easy.”

“No, it doesn’t! You are 22 years old. It is healthy to have sex. I hate how women are shamed by it or feel they have to apologise for having it. If it was a guy no one would say anything, his friends would high five him. It isn’t right.” he says kissing the top of my head.

“I’ve only ever come from foreplay and never that intense. I didn’t realise sex could feel so, so….. mindblowing.” I say

“I do aim to please.” he laughs as I playfully hit his chest. "Joking aside, I understand how overwhelming it is. I've never had a connection with a woman like I have with you." He strokes my hair. "To be honest it slightly scares me how strongly I like you in this short space of time, how much I want to protect you, keep you safe with every fiber of my being."

I feel the same way but I don’t know how to vocalise it right now without my emotions taking over. I don’t want this special moment between us to end with me crying all over him. Tonight has been magical and I want to end it happily. 

"I really hope this room is as quiet as you said it is because we were loud." I comment

I am normally vocal during oral when it feels good but never while having sex, I do the obligatory 'oh yes' here n there, have even faked a few orgasms too but the noises I made tonight were uncontrollable. Hearing his groans, feeling his panting breath on my skin, the way his thrusts hit me so perfectly, it brought something out in me.

"Me too!" He says, causing us both to laugh.

We lay in one another's arms a bit longer, no words being spoken. Just a comfortable silence with occasional kisses and sweet whispers, our naked bodies entwined together with no barriers of clothes between us.

“I don’t want to move but we have to get cleaned up.” he groans

I grumble in mild annoyance but I know he is right. We are both coated in sweat and there is that distinct smell of sex in the air too. I know my bedding will be ripe with it and I regret not taking the comforter off first. We peel away from another, literally peel because our sweaty skin has stuck together. 

Seonghwa stands up from the bed and pulls the used condom off his now flaccid cock. He is definitely a show-er and not a grow-er as it is still long and thick even in its flaccid state. I watch as he walks around my bed, puts the tied up condom in my little bin and goes into the bathroom. Watching him walk around my bedroom completely naked with not a care in the world makes my tummy flip slightly. I hear the sound of water running in the sink, I sit up, looking around the room at our discarded clothes mixed in with the ones I had left on the floor earlier. 

Seonghwa comes back in with a washcloth, telling me to lie back, he begins to clean my body. Ideally I would prefer a shower but I am honestly too fucking exhausted and my bedding is covered in sweat anyway. No point getting clean then getting into dirty bedding. It reminded me that tomorrow I need to go to the shopping mall to buy new bedding as I realised this morning I don’t have any spare covers.

“Where are your pyjamas?” he asks

“Still in my suitcases. I seriously need to unpack. I am living like a total slob.” I laugh

“We are going shopping at the weekend to get all your new furniture.” he says. “And no arguments!” he adds as I go to say something

“Fine!” I sigh dramatically as he kisses my nose, “You do realise 8 against 1 is not a fair fight. I am in a losing situation every time with you guys.”

“Precisely, means you cannot argue with us because we will always win and we will be able to spoil you every time!” he wiggles his eyebrows.

Seonghwa helps me get changed into clean pyjamas and while he has gone to his own room to get his things I quickly run around, pick up all the clothes lyings everywhere, and give my bedding a quick spray with freshener. I am taking my makeup off in the bathroom when I hear my bedroom door close. Seonghwas head peeks around the bathroom door with his hand covering his eyes, making me laugh. 

We brush our teeth and apply all our skincare products before Seonghwa lifts me up and walks back into my bedroom. I am less scared this time but I still hold onto him firmly until he places me softly on my bed. He gets into the bed beside me and I cuddle into him straight away. We spend a few minutes kissing sweetly before settling down to sleep.

“Just to let you know that I snore and talk in my sleep.” I say nuzzling into the crook of his neck

"I notice how to tell me that after I have gotten into bed and become comfortable." He laughs lightly

"Means you can't leave me." I giggle sleepily 

“I couldn't leave you even if i tried.” he replies, his fingers moving from hair away from my face. “Go to sleep now.” he adds quietly

“Goodnight, Hwa.” I say, yawning

“Goodnight my darling.” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "Sweet dreams."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Song recommendation: i will listen never alone by yoon mirae

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[lunar-writes-things]

12) I HATE THE NETHER

TW// MENTIONS OF PUKE, TANGO FALLING FROM A HIGH PLACE AND UNALIVING, RESPAWN MECHANICS

It was hot. 

It was humid

and Y/n was wearing a suit. 

Void, they hated the nether. 

As they grumbled curses while moving sluggishly towards their portal, Y/n noticed Grian to their left. So they walked over to him and heard him humming while he carefully mined out some quartz. 

"Whatcha doing?" Y/n asked and bent down to his height only to see him jump a good foot into the air and scream. Y/n doubled over in laughter as Grian placed a hand over his heart where Y/n could only assume he was trying to calm his racing heart. 

"Y/N!" He shouted and Y/n's laughter doubled "You scared me!" 

"Sorry, I've had such a miserable time in the nether so I figured why not cheer myself up?" Y/n smiled 

"Why have you had-" and then Grian finally looked at Y/n properly "Oh... Why didn't you change?" 

"I forgot." Y/n frowned "I was in a hurry for some Quartz since I ran out of what you gave me." 

"Already?" He asked 

"Yeah, big build needs a lot of materials." Y/n frowned "Anyway, I'm gonna head back because my inventory is full, unload, cool off, change and then come back. I need more quartz." 

"I have some in the G-train." Grian said "I can offer you a deal, 1 diamond for every three stacks, just for you." 

"That's a total rip off!" Y/n said and stomped their foot "I can do 2 diamonds for every three stacks, but anything less no way." 

"Y/n-" Grian whined "Let me-" 

"Nope!" Y/n turned around before she looked back at Grian with a self satisfied grin "I appreciate but don't lower your prices because I'm your best friend." 

"Okay. Yeah-" Grian smiled but felt his grip on the pickaxe tighten and as Y/n walked away to their portal Grian whispered "Best friends. right, that's all we are." 

Y/n stepped out of the nauseating portal, holding their stomach and stumbling to the nearest empty space to puke out their guts... even if nothing came out. Curse their ability to have tunnel vision when it came to their builds. 

"Y/n?" A voice came and Y/n retched one more time to get the last of their stomach acids out. A gentle but calloused hand came to rub Y/n's back and gently rubbed while another pair of hands brushed any hair from out of their face. 

When Y/n turned when she finished and saw Pearl and Mumbo, Pearl who held the hair back from their face and Mumbo who was rubbing their back. 

"Are you okay?" Pearl asked 

"Yeah, The nether portal hit my body hard right now," Y/n whined and grabbed their spare water bucket and proceeded to wash out their mouth with (the thankfully fresh) water before spitting it back out. "I guess that's what I get for not eating today."

with that a hand smacked the back of their head and pearl picked Y/n up and threw them over her shoulder. A flush spread on Y/n's face as she was carried off by a grumbling pearl and Watched as Mumbo let them be carried away by the builder. 

"GOOD LUCK!" Mumbo called and laughed when Y/n flipped him off 

^^^^^

Hours later, After being force-fed and made to take a nap Y/n was back in the nether, without their iconic suit-dress. They now wore a tank top and shorts along with some gold boots with soul speed III and fire protection along with their netherite pickaxe and sword and this time with golden carrots and gold ingots and more shulker boxes (courtesy of Doc's shulker business that Y/n has to fight Etho for) to stuff full of Quartz. 

This time, Tango was accompanying them and Y/n had no complaints. The blaze hybrid said he felt right at home in the nether and didn't mind carrying Y/n if she ever got heatstroke ("that last part was a joke" Tango said as he packed tons of water bottles) plus he needed some Blackstone and crimson wood for one of his builds. 

"Anyways I see how your mega build is ending up!" Tango exclaimed happily "A giant cloud is an interesting start for sure But I'm excited to see how it'll turn out!" 

"Me too!" Y/n smiled and took out their pick when they saw Quartz "I'm going to be so upset if I don't like how it's turning out because then I will redo everything." 

"Everything?" Tango asked, "Like tear the entire build down and restart?" 

Tango's voice wobbled with fear and Y/n couldn't help but laugh. They forgot that their building style was... different when it came to others... more specifically it was way more intense and labor addictive and quick. Something that came from their time on an anarchy server that traumatized Y/n way more than it should of, especially considering how long they lasted after some PVP training from one of the most brutal teachers they've ever met. 

Philza Minecraft

But that was a story for another day. 

"Anyways! How is Fifi coming along?" Y/n asked with a smile "Last I saw, they looked amazing. Love the Tutu." 

Tango gave a loud exaggerated groan as Y/n giggled at his reaction. Fifi's Tutu was a prank played by... someone (Y/n honestly had no clue who) that resulted in the feared (and humiliated) cyclops being much more approachable, even if it's a hyper-realistic statue. 

"I'm gonna get rid of that eventually," Tango muttered as the blaze rods around his head sparked in frustration 

Y/n's laugh echoed around the empty nether attracting the attention of another hermit who was nearby 

"Y/n?" Grian asked, his head popping up from the quartz vein they were supposed to mine 

Two shouts of fear made Grian yell back and fall back down his hole and almost into lava. 

"OH MY GOODNESS GRIAN! You scare me!" Y/n exclaimed clutching their chest where their heart is before leaning down to offer their hand to the avian "Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," Grian said and grabbed Y/n's hand. They pulled him out of the hole and far from the edge of the netherrack they stood on. Now that he had their full attention, Y/n finally noticed he wore a sweat-soaked white undershirt, his sweater tied around his waist and his pants rolled up as far as they could go. His gold boots shone with the fire around them and his hair was pulled into a low ponytail so that air could brush the back of his neck. 

"What are you doing out here G?" Tango asked with a smile 

"Just some quartz mining. I have plans to stock my shop." He said and slithered his arm around Y/n's waist while looking directly into Tango's eyes as his wings puffed up behind him "What about you guys?" 

"I'm getting some crimson wood and Blackstone for a build." Tango smirked and crossed his arms over his chest "Y/n is getting some quartz as well... again." 

"I need more. I need at least 15 double chests of quartz blocks... do you know how much quartz that is?" Y/n smiled, left eye twitching before they sighed and slumped into Grian's hold "It's at least 50 thousand. Mind you this is also adding some extra for just-in-case measures."

There was a beat of silence as both the men registered how much Y/n needed. 

"Are you okay?" Tango asked 

"Mentally, physically, or emotionally?" Y/n asked, deadpanning to hell and back 

There was another beat of silence before Tango started sidestepping away with an awkward look on his face. 

As if he hasn't done the same thing before with his builds!

"Moving on, If you'd want tango, I don't mind going mining with Grian and you can go find your things?" Y/n smiled at him  

"Sure!" Tango said and took out all the water bottles he brought "Here! Make sure you drink these! You guys need to hydrate!" 

"Mhmm, Alright Tango," Y/n hummed and took the water bottles and placed them inside a spare shulker she had "Be safe okay? I'll see you later!" 

"BYE!" Tango said before he took off with his elytra, mechanical wings made of redstone and some other variants of what he was working on taking to the nether skies

only to hear a distant yell and soon hear their comm ping 

<Tango> fell from a high place

The two burst out laughing and went to go find his things to give him coordinates as well as give his things back. While Grian picked up his broken inventory bag, Y/n texted Tango where his things are. 

"Should we wait for him?" Grian asked and hugged Y/n from behind 

"That's up to you," Y/n hummed softly and ran a hand through his hair "But if we do I'm putting down some ice because I can't stand this heat and I feel like I'm going to melt." 

Grian's laugh echoed through the dark and warm sky of the nether and let go of Y/n so they don't die of heatstroke.

Masterlist

[virtual-insanity28]

OC INFO -UPDATED-

NAME

Gaby Takizi

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

AGE| 17

BIRTHDAY| July 28

RELATIVES| Kayohito Nakeyu (Aunt), Daizen Nakeyu (Uncle), Aiyu Nakeyu (Cousin), Giyu Nakeyu (Cousin)

CRUSH| Gagamaru Gin, Shidou Ryusei, Nagi Seishiro, Chris Prince, or your OC

GENDER| Female

HAIR COLOR| Brown and Blonde

EYE COLOR| Blue

HEIGHT| 167 cm (5'6")

BLOOD TYPE| AB

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PROFESSIONAL STATISTICS

AFFILIATION| Kakenoko High School, Blue Lock Faculty

TEAM| Kakenoko Woman's Soccer

POSITION| Fullback, Goalie

SPECIALTY| Sprinting, aggression, reactions

JERSEY NUMBER| 24

OCCUPATION| Blue Lock Assistant Trainer, Student

"Try it or shut the hell up." -Gaby to Yoichi Isagi.

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Gaby Takizi is a supporting character in Blue Lock.

She isn't a part of the Blue Lock Selections, yet she is a person who visits by to observe the tactics of the secretive project. Via Teieri Anri's personal request, she became the assistant trainer for the Blue Lock contestants. She aims to play in the professional women's league, and is currently a goalie for her all-girls high school's team.

APPEARANCE

Gaby has short blond hair that has been dyed brown at the roots. She has feline-like blue eyes that are often hidden by the sheets of her hair, and has pale yet bruised skin from the rough contact in her football games. Under her right eye is a beauty-mark. She is rarely ever seen without a scratch of some sort.

CLOTHING

As the personal assistant trainer, she wears a slightly oversized black training zip up jacket with blue streaks across the shoulders, white and blue shorts, and black shoes/kleets. Outside of the blue lock, she is seen wearing mostly dark dresses or suits with pinned up hair and golden(expensive) accessories. Others believe that she is part of a mafia because of her style.

PERSONALITY

Both as a student and a footballer, Gaby is focused and intelligent. Her mind is able to look at one thing while focusing on a completely different subject. Her ability to multitask such as that can only go so far though. When she makes a mistake repeatedly, she gets aggravated easily and tends to stress herself just to achieve her goal. In her school, she has the reputation as the girl not to get into a fight with. Once too many times has she ended a brawl-out, and caused herself a seat on the bench from her old coach. Her temper is not to be tampered with, for the safety of herself and those who start it.

RELATIONSHIPS

Jinpachi Ego

Against the man behind it all, Gaby rids her temper and tries her best to remain professional when eye-to-eye with Jinpachi. She has high respect of the man, but no respect for his antics. Rather, she disagrees with the Blue Lock facility despite working for it.

Teieri Anri

Gaby and Teieri are distant cousins. Teieri had managed to reach out to the high schooler, and gave her an offer to be a part of the Blue Lock faculty. In return for working for Blue Lock, her title will be accepted to the Toppserielaget, the top league in Norway as well as Gaby's dream team.

Gagamaru Gin

While taking part as an assistant trainer, Gaby has found herself amused by the new goalkeeper. Before the U-20 playoffs, she helped train Gagamaru on how to properly manage his position, and has found herself interested in him and his odd habits since then.

Itoshi Sae

Sae and Gaby have an unspoken contract between each other. They have worked together in kid leagues, but even then had they butt heads. Sae's calm and preserved attitude does not fit well with Gaby's anxious yet fierce behavior, so the two often get into arguments which end off with them walking away(Sae being the coolheaded one and doing so blandly).

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri is under Gaby's training of sprinting. The female tests Chigiri by doing one-on-one races to enhance his speed and strengthen his knee. Since she is one of the fastest women in all of Japan's clubs, it tends to be quite a challenge for the red-head.

Seishiro Nagi

Being the newborn prodigy, Nagi is an important factor to Gaby's trainings. She adores his ways with playing football despite his actions revolving around his partner's skill, and she trains him to ace his development. After leaving for Manshine City, Gaby watches him and Agi's intentions and plays with intensity, wanting to see how much further he can get through the lessons of herself and others.

Shidou Ryusei

Chaos versus order. For someone as hyper as Shidou, he surely does get on Gaby's nerves. She had first personally encountered him during the U-20 match when he had gotten injured. Taking care of his aching leg, he was thankful for her skill in physical care. Though he found her bluntly stubborn reactions adorable and rather fun to mess with, he also wanted to catch her attention with his playful side. She reminds him of Sae Itoshi, but he wasn't aware of the two's competition against each other.

ABILITIES

Archetype:

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Skills

Extreme Speed - Although she is only a high schooler, Gaby is able to run a full game without getting tired. Her sprints are as fast as they come which makes her more than effective as a defense. Her speed comes in handy whenever she comes to a one-on-one with the goalkeeper. Sometimes, her opponents report of seeing a little trail of fire left in her sprinting path...

All-Round Sight - With her eyesight being complete, it is a great skill of hers that she works on to see anything without seeing everything. In her previous years before Blue Lock, her coach had worked with her to be able to sense others near her. The skill allows her to know whether or not she should pass behind, for it helps her detect and remember if an opponent or teammate is nearby.

QUOTES

"You all are a car. The engine, which is running, just needs its gas peddle moving with the right pressure. You guys are using too much of that pressure without your brakes. Learn to calm down and restart, you fools." -Gaby to Team Z

"Soccer is a game with eleven people; not one. You fail to see that. You have your chances, yet you need to remember that you do get in trouble, and that is why you have your teammates, your brothers, on the same field. To help you." -Gaby to Shoei Barou

"Are you a man or a boy!?...So then get back out there are be a man, boy!" -Gaby to Aoshi Tokimitsh

"I knew you'd all make it at some point. I'm proud." -Gaby to the Main

"You still have that big bite but no bark. Hmph. Quite the character even to the professional leagues, aren'tcha, Itoshi Sae?" -Gaby to Itoshi Sae

TRIVIA

-Her hometown is Tokyo Prefecture, Ikebukuro District

-She started playing soccer at the age of five, but quit until she was 15

-Her favorite soccer player is Mohamed Elyounoussi

-Her favorite type of music is Aviencloud mixes

-She doesn't like being in crowds, and hates when people circle around her and ask her if she's okay[when injured]

-To her, she says that the best thing in her life is her little cousins who she adores and loves

-She lives with her aunt and uncle.

-Soccer is her first sport, but she has played basketball, track, volleyball, and cross-country before. None of which did she like as much as soccer

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING ALL STARS: Heroes and Villains : JUNE 1996

THE SANDMAN FROM SUPER-STIFF TO SUPERSTAR!

By George Napolitano 

[Sandman smashes the cane across Raven’s back!]

He doesn't look like a champion, he doesn't talk like a champion, he doesn't act like a champion, yet–despite his faults and his outward appearance–the Sandman is the ECW champion, top dog in the hottest promotion in the country today!

Looking at the Sandman it is obvious that he did not become the success that he is by “Saying his prayers and taking his vitamins,” unless foul language and wigging beer fall under these categories. Actually, despite his many faults, the Sandman became a champion through hard work and perseverance. He is a prime example of the heights that a person, who works hard and never gives up, can attain.

[Sandman has defeated such standouts as Cactus Kacl, Raven, Tommy Dreamer, Steve Austin, Konan and everyone else who has challenged him for his title.]

It wasn’t too many years ago that the Sandman was despised by everyone. He was your typical opening-match loser. He gave it his all, but he never could succeed. This, however, didn’t stop him from climbing into the ring night after night.

Early in his career, the Sandman thought that he was a surfer. He would come to the ring dressed in a surfer’s wetsuit, and he was always accompanied to the ring by his wife/valet, Peaches. Although Peaches always received quite an ovation, the Sandman was booed unmercifully. In fact just knowing that the dreaded Sandman was going to wrestle was enough to drive everyone to the concession stand! 

[Steve Austin uses Joey Styles’ hand microphone to choke the Sandman.

With both men exhausted, Sandman pins Austin with the back of his head.]

A change started to come over the Sandman when he dumped Peaches in favor of Woman. Actually the Sandman and Peaches were fighting all the time, and one day Woman, after witnessing another scene between the two, approached him and said that she could make him a star. The Sandman, realizing that he needed something to kick off his  sorry career, immediately dumped his wife and hooked up with Woman. After Sandman joined forces with Woman, Peaches made a play for Tommy Dreamer. A feud soon developed between Dreamer and the Sandman, culminating in a “caning match” between the two. And, when their feud finally ended, the Sandman–complete with his ever present cigarette and a can of his favorite beer–emerged as an unlikely cult hero!

For the next several months, the Sandman listened to Woman’s every word. Although the Sandman didn’t start a new training regiment, he did follow Woman’s ringside instructions to a tee. To everyone’s surprise, the Sandman started winning matches in convincing fashion. With his new winning streak, the Sandman demanded a title match against then champion, Shane Douglas. Heeding to the Sandman’s wishes, promoter Tod Gordin wasted no time in signing the match to headline the April 15, 1995 ECW arena card. 

A week before the match, Woman–in her seductive way–offered her services to Shane Douglas. She told the champ in her own inimitable style that she was made to be with a champion, and that he was the object of her desires all along. Douglas took one look at Woman and he was hooked! After giving her a long kiss, the two then left the ECW arena arm in arm. 

On the night of the championship match, Woman was in Douglas’ corner when he went up against the Sandman. Seeing Woman with Douglas, no one gave the Sandman a snowball’s chance in hell of winning the bout. As soon as the bell sounded, Douglas was all over the Sandman. He was giving Sandman a wrestling lesson unlike any he had learned in Joel Goodhart’s wrestling school. Any time that the Sandman applied a hold, the champ would quickly reverse it in his favor. After nearly ten minutes of this, it was obvious that the Sandman was getting very frustrated . Then, during a heated exchange, the Sandman and Douglas collided and fell out of the ring. While the Sandman was on the ground, Woman ran over to him. Instead of kicking the fallen Sandman in the groin, Woman stood over him and motioned to him. Right then it was obvious to everyone that something was up. When the two combatants finally made it back into the ring, Woman got the Sandman’s attention and then tossed him the caning stick. Using the stick, the Sandman sent Douglas flying all around the ring. Douglas tried to retaliate, but nothing could stop the Sandman. Finally, after whacking Douglas one more time, the Sandman jumped on top of Douglas and tried for the pin. The referee then began his count and when his hand hit the mat for the third time, the Sandman had accomplished the seemingly impossible by winning the ECW heavyweight title!

[Austin gives Sandman a beer bath. Little did he know that beer is to the Sandman like spinach is to Popeye.

Woman handles the flame while Sandman handles the gold.]

After winning the belt, the Sandman went on a tear! To prove that his victory wasn’t a fluke, the champ took on all challengers and the results were always the same. With Woman’s encouragement and with the help of her ever-present caning stick, the Sandman has defeated such standouts as Cactus Jack, Raven, Tommy Dreamer, Steve Austin, Konan and every one else who has challenged him for his title. The Sandman’s only setback occurred on October 29, 1995 when he lost the title in a sensational match to Mikey Whipwreck. But, on December 9, 1995, the Sandman regained the title in a “triangular match” involving himself, Mikey Whipwreck and Steve Austin. 

Ever since he first laced up a pair of boots nearly seven years ago, the Sandman has been on a long and winding road to the top. Finally, through hard work and perseverance, it has taken him from super-stiff to Superstar!

[Nasty habits haven’t prevented the Sandman’s meteoric rise to the top.

Sandman’s career is managed ever-so-carefully by the lovely Woman.]

Will the Sandman be able to maintain his mastery for the rest of this year and into the next decade? Only time will tell, but for now the Sandman is basking in the limelight and living life to the fullest. He has experienced the lows and now he’s living the good life. With a cigarette in his mouth, a six pack in his hand, his championship belt around his waist and Woman by his side, the Sandman feels that he is sitting on top of the world! 

News flash! Just as we were going to press we learned that Sandman has lost his ECW belt to Raven! Details in the next issue of WRESTLING ALL STARS!

[snowymuses]

Name: Uta "Elegia" Species: Human Height: 169 cm (5'6½”) Age: 21 (Verse/Timeline dependent) Birthday: October 1 Gender: Female Orientation: Pansexual Hometown: Red Force Elegia Occupation: Singer, Musician, Pirate Devil Fruit: Uta Uta no Mi (Paramecia)

Physical Appearance: Uta is a young woman of medium height with long hair that is white on her left side and red on her right; the colors are perfectly separated at the middle of her scalp. Her hair is arranged into two long ponytails with two circular braids at the end; these circular braids are also seen at the top of her head. Her left eye is shrouded by her white hair. Sometimes, she is seen with a pair of feathery wings on her back, the right one pink and the left one white. Her left eye is shown to be bright purple.

She wears a short white dress ending at her upper thighs; the dress possesses a frilly neckline and a black bow and buttons down the middle. On her left arm, she wears a light blue sleeve that covers the entire arm with Luffy's childhood drawing of Shanks' "straw hat". Additionally, she wears a set of golden cone-shaped headphones with light-blue bands over her ears. She was also shown wearing a multi-colored jacket with numerous designs scattered on it.

Bio: 19 years ago, Uta's hometown was attacked by pirates, resulting in her parents' deaths. The pirate crew kidnapped Uta, but as they set out to sail, they ran into the Red Hair Pirates; the two crews fought, with the Red Hair Pirates emerging victorious. After claiming the pirates' treasure, Shanks discovered the 2-year-old Uta in one of the treasure chests. With no way of finding her real family, and recalling how he himself was found as a baby by the Roger Pirates in a similar manner, Shanks saw this encounter as fate and decided to raise her as his own daughter.

As an infant, whenever Uta was upset, the crew banded together to sing for her, which made her very happy. Growing up, Uta found her own passion for singing and became the crew's official musician.

Encountering Luffy and becoming like sister to him, only she was allowed to be the youngest member of the Red Hair Pirates. She did, however, always enjoy competitions with the boy.

Uta then traveled with the crew to Elegia, which was known for its talented musicians. Shanks allowed Uta to train herself in the art of singing under the apprenticeship of Elegia's king, Gordon. The people of Elegia immediately recognized her as a prodigy, as did the island containing the demon Tot Musica, causing the note sheets containing the key to releasing the demon to end up in Uta's hands. Unbeknownst to what the note sheets contained, Uta sang the song described on it and released the demon. Despite the efforts of Shanks and his crew to stop it, the demon destroyed the island and massacred the population, and was only stopped when Uta exhausted herself.

Afterwards, to save Uta from the guilt of destroying the island, Shanks made the decision to publicly take the blame for what happened. In order to let her develop into a proper singer, he left Uta with the only other survivor, Gordon, and took off with the island's treasures. Uta regained consciousness just in time to see them depart and was distraught with their betrayal and her own abandonment, allowing her hate for pirates to be born.

10 years later, she became popular as a diva after her breakout hit, "New Genesis", became popular. Since then, she had increased her fame by "streaming" her songs and dances worldwide via Den Den Mushi. Using these, she communicated with her fans, who informed her of their miserable circumstances and their wish to listen to her music forever. Taking these wishes literally, she thought up a plan called New Genesis to end pain and misery in the world and replace them with peace and happiness by capturing as many people as possible into the "Uta World" created by her Devil Fruit powers.

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Through the events of Red, she failed in her endeavor and realized the error of her ways, nearly too late. Taking the medicine the Red Hair Pirates had prepared after releasing everyone and collapsing, Shanks took his daughter aboard where she remained in a coma for several months.

Unable to be certain of her safety, despite the dislike of it, Shanks left Uta on Amazon Lily to recover, and promised he would return when she would awake.

Personality: Uta tends to be cheerful and optimistic. She possesses a strong ideal to build a new era of peace and happiness through her voice. She is highly empathetic, and holds great value to the opinion of her fans. She doesn't care for most pirates, but does still love the ones she considers family.

Abilities: Uta's singing voice has been appraised as "otherwordly," enough to grant her the title of the World's Greatest Diva. Aside from her singing talents, Uta is also great at music theory and has amazing skills as a lyricist and composer by having written her most famous songs herself.

Her Devil Fruit allows her to transport people's consciousnesses to a virtual space called "Uta World" by singing. Within "Uta World", she is essentially all-powerful and able to do whatever she wants until she runs out of energy. The people placed there have their bodies placed to sleep until she releases them.

Verses

Returning Comet: The main verse for the blog, where Uta did not die, and did in fact take the medicine to counteract the Wakeshrooms. She does have a small ship, but will often catch ride with Boa Hancock and be around her people.

Any Timepoint: Any point in her life prior to One Piece: Red

Any AU: Tailored to whatever the AU needs, thread by thread basis.