#hello guys I salute you

[digitalclowns]

SO!!! Now that the Grand Festival is over, let me share some of my favorite pics and experiences I got from it!

Me getting to watch all of the idols :’) I love them so much

Guys look it’s me (Marina) and my girlfriend (Pearl)

Pearlina is so me and @staticsunbeam istg I love them so much

THEYRE SO IN LOVE TOO LIKE

MARINA YOU ARE NOT SUBTLE!!!

(Also OTH are my faves can you tell)

ME AT THE GRANDFEST!!! I had the honor of playing, using the following weapons:

- Octo Shot Replica

- Krak-On Roller

- Order Heavy Splatting Replica

- Heavy Splatting

Having such a time at the Fest :)

ANYWAY THATS PART 1 BECAUSE IM ON PHONE AND THERES A PIC LIMIT SO EXPECT MORE

[sillywhimsicaldeviant]

hi guys

[shiny-jr]

- Warning: None really. Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt.

- Summary: You work a minimum wage job when a fae takes an interest after you jokingly asked him "will you adopt me?"

- Note: I planned for this to be a platonic yandere thing, but really it's only silly thoughts so I don't really plan to continue this unless y'all want. I don't even have a name for it.

Thinking about an AU where...

You were born a regular magicless person in Twisted Wonderland. Which was a travesty, but not too uncommon, as there were plenty of beings in this world that were incapable of magic. It was considered a privilege to be born with such capabilities. A privilege.

Which was likely why the world seemed catered specifically for magic users. Magic users were the cream of the crop, the best of the best. In the social hierarchy, magic users reined on top. That's just how things were. It wasn't discriminatory. It was merely the nature of society. If a company was looking to hire, of course they would inquire if potential employees could use magic. And of course, they were more likely to choose magic users to fill the positions. That explained why you could only find work as a minimum wage telemarketer, but it was better than nothing.

Random numbers generated and numerous attempts, scripted greetings you've said so much you could recite them in your sleep. As soon as you get an answer of "mmmyello?" a casual and exaggerated hello, you go off on the scripted greeting to advertise the product.

Shockingly, the person on the other end doesn't immediately hang up. They merely hum at your words, occasional shifting heard on the other end.

By the tone and voice, you've deduced that it's a rather relaxed guy. A conversation ensues, and although he doesn't sound all that interested in making a purchase, he doesn't get annoyed by your call. In fact, he continues to chat, seemingly amused by you and willing to share details such that he had a son and two others he fondly cared for.

The man, whom referred to himself as Lilia, mentioned he lived in Briar Valley. How odd, as it was common knowledge that the valley didn't have the best connection with technology due to their preference towards magic. He spoke of his well-mannered son and the other two boys he helped raise, one was a loud son of a dentist and the other was a quiet son of longtime family friends. By this time you were imagining an older gentleman with three young boys no older than ten.

He seemed to care so fondly for them that in the middle of the pleasant conversation, you couldn't help but jokingly ask, "Will you adopt me?"

The line was silent and you were mortified as you remembered this was supposed to be business talk, and your calls were likely being recorded. After what must've been shock, he began to laugh on the other end, and you immediately ended the call in your panic.

Why did you say that? You shouldn't have said that– Damn it, right when you were just gonna test the waters to see if he wanted the insurance package! Well, there went your big catch of the day. The rest of the evening was failed attempts, either deadlines or potential customers just hung up as soon as you spoke. Things were looking bleak.

Eventually, not even a week later, you received a letter. A letter, not an email, that was written much like how you expected the contents of a letter from the medieval ages to sound. Starting with: Salutations, Telemarketer–– and after several paragraphs, ending with ––That is why I am now interested in your deal! I will need your assistance, because I have not a single clue about how insurance works.

There was no number, and you couldn't recall the one you had reached him through, so there was no choice but to resort to the old fashioned way. Through letters. Although it would be a hassle and an interaction that would likely last for weeks just for one deal, a customer was a customer, and this would be your first one in so long. However, when you agreed to speak to him, you didn't actually expect him to show up at your doorstep. The voice you recognized, but he was not what you had in mind. He looked to be your age, short with magenta highlights in his black hair and wide red eyes accompanied by a fang-toothed smile. And pointed ears, the sign of fae. Of course he was a fae, that made total sense as to why he spoke as if he were older. He probably was older, much older than you previously thought.

Lilia wore a constant smile, listening but also not listening when you tried your best to explain what insurance was to a fae that had never once needed it.

"Do you get it now...?" You asked finally, after a lengthy explanation to which he barely asked any questions. All he did was nod up and down.

There was a brief pause. "Yesss..." That sounded uncertain, but he didn't appear to care too much as he noticed your bag with only the minimum in it like keys and a thin wallet. Along with the time. "Shouldn't you be on your lunch break now?"

"Yes, but... I don't eat lunch. I'm not hungry." A lie. You were hungry, but it wasn't easy to get lunch on a minimum wage salary alone. You'd eat something for dinner.

Lilia seemed to sense this, somehow detecting your lie. "Hm... Well, I like you. And I'm not about to let a child starve on my watch."

"A child...?" You stared at him incredulously. This fae was practically the same size as you, maybe even shorter. "I'm over––"

"Uh-huh, just nod and come along." He instructed, holding up a finger to gently shush you as he waved you along to follow beside him. "If your age only has two numbers in it, then in my eyes, you're like a toddler."

Lunch was surprisingly nice, as Lilia was quite eccentric but excellent at holding a conversation. He seemed wise and witty, making a great combination. However, you couldn't help but wonder what a fae from Briar Valley was doing here, as it was known that most faes preferred not to leave the valley.

"It's getting late, I do have to be going..." Lilia sighed, before turning to you and his smile softened. "Would you like to see my boys I told you about? It won't take long."

Did he live close by? That was the only plausible explanation you could think of, since Briar Valley was a whole continent away. It only made sense that he lived nearby if he were here now. Maybe he was one of the few fae that chose to leave the valley.

This was quickly disproven when he held your hand and told you to stay still, when it felt like you were hurled through space. A gust of wind slapping your face, your eyes momentarily seeing a kaleidoscope of colors, you felt sick when suddenly your surroundings were darker.

Dark brick walls like black, candles lighting the space, gray stone floors... definitely not the outside of the cafe you were just standing in front of moments ago. Teleporation magic...? He was a fae, and all faes had magic. You only had milliseconds to recover and swallow the rising bile in your throat, as Lilia pulled you into an open space like a courtyard where light filtered in. However, in this space there were training dummies and swords instead of flowers and butterflies.

"Come, come, meet my boys. The ones I've told you about!"

You immediately paled. When you heard boys, you were expecting young children no bigger than half your height. Instead you were met with three towering men with forbidding expressions.

Two of which were dressed in dark metallic armor and lowering sharpened weapons. The one on the left was a bit taller, with green hair and sharp eyes that pierced you like a blade. The one on the right was the shorter of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating with his gray hair and aurora eyes on an expression as cold as ice.

And the last, the last was recognizable anywhere. Black robes and majestic black horns like a crown with slitted green eyes that seemed to glow and peer into your very soul. That was the prince of the valley, a fae with unrivaled and frightening levels of magic.

"This is Sebek, Silver, and Malleus. They've so looked forward to meeting you ever since I told them about you after our pleasant telephone chat yesterday!"

[lightseoul]

Hiii congrats on 2k! Can you please do no. 22 for this event. Love you💗

hello, nonnie! thank you so much for the greetings <3 and yes, of course! this was so fun to write lol it practically wrote itself. hope this one makes y'all laugh! and love you too 😚

(this is lightseoul’s 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i’ll whip something up!)

22. "ARE YOU SINGLE?" (1.3k)

none of this would’ve happened if shitty hair—the hulking brute of a gentleman he begrudgingly calls his best friend—didn’t notice.

they were just taking a short albeit much-needed water break at the tail end of the day-shift patrol, the unforgiving sun having pushed them to near dehydration (as it always does) as they guarded this rather quiet part of the city.

and to be fair, it’s not like he did it on purpose.

he was just briefly but thoroughly scanning the area, like a responsible pro-hero on duty would, when his eyes laid on you.

“what was that?” kirishima, who just downed an entire 500 mL liter of cold water they got from the convenience store a block away, suddenly pipes up from right beside him.

“what.”

when the redhead doesn’t say anything for a beat, bakugou chances a glance at him, only to find the man sporting a shit-eating grin.

bakugou feels himself bristle.

kirishima’s grin only widens. “you just did a double take at that girl.”

“what girl?” bakugou grits out, feigning ignorance.

but any plans he had to keep that charade up practically fly out the proverbial window when the damned hardening hero moves to unabashedly point in your direction, and before his mind can catch up, his body lunges forward to restrain the man’s arm.

the man in question laughs. “i knew it.”

bakugou only scowls at him before shoving him away, as if he wasn’t the one who threw himself onto the guy in panic. kirishima takes it in stride, though, used to years of his friend’s rough treatment, taking the opportunity to look at you instead.

“ooh, she is cute.”

“shut up.”

bakugou fights the urge to follow his friend’s line of vision, knowing all too well what’ll greet him at the end of it.

he admits his gaze might’ve lingered a beat too long, not that he’ll ever admit that to his patrol buddy.

no, he’s taking that secret with him to the grave.

“let’s go say hi.”

bakugou instantly looks up in alarm, but before he can lunge forward again and hold the stupid fucking man back, kirishima is already up and crossing the street, the traffic lights having conveniently turned green for pedestrians just a moment ago.

he pauses for a second, the urge to flee and hide from you before his best friend does something to embarrass him and the curious need to go do say hi raging a tug of war inside of him.

but if there’s one thing he knows for certain as a pro-hero, it’s that a second’s worth of hesitation can cause irrevocable damage.

and so with gritted teeth, he follows suit and crosses the street, and in just a few strides, he finds himself trailing slightly behind the redhead, who’s now merely several feet from where you’re standing, holding to your chest what seems to be a clipboard.

you notice kirishima first, probably having heard the heavy booted footsteps of the two men, turning on your heel at the sound. your eyes widen at the sight, before your face morphs into a look of recognition and… pleasant surprise?

“oh gosh—” you start, eyes annoyingly fixed on his best friend, “—red riot, hello!”

“heya, …” kirishima trails off, and you promptly supply him with your name.

his pr prince of a best friend beams at you. “nice to meet ya!”

and only then does his presence seem to register to you, because your gaze finally drifts to him, and your smile falters for just a millisecond before you school your features into a polite expression.

“hello, mr. dynamight, sir.”

he feels his eye twitch at the salutation, and he doesn’t have to look at the pro-hero beside him to know that the guy is watching the scene before him in mild amusement. he doesn’t know how else to respond if not to ask you why the fuck he’s being treated so formally while you regard shitty hair with subtle familiarity, so he settles with a grunt.

that seems enough to satisfy you, though, because you swiftly turn back to kirishima. “my best friend is a huge fan of yours, by the way.”

and as kirishima readily accepts the compliment and thanks you, bakugou finds his mind singlehandedly honing on what you just said.

your best friend is a huge fan of kirishima, not you.

also, that means your best friend is a fan of his best friend.

and if the four of you were to pair up, perhaps on a double date…

bakugou shakes his head at the thought, and perhaps too aggressively, because he catches both of your attention, the two of you glancing at him with worry.

“you okay, bakubro?”

he steals a glance in your direction, which he instantaneously regrets, because he makes eye contact with you. he immediately averts his gaze, choosing to face the guy instead.

“‘m fine.”

kirishima hesitates. “you sure?”

bakugou only tosses him a glare.

“i’m gonna take that as a yes,” kirishima shoots back, before returning the smile on his face and shifting to regard you. “anyway, we were just taking a short break from patrol and wanted to check in. everything alright here?”

that apparently is enough to make you light up. bakugou’s gut churns in what is absolutely not jealousy.

“yeah, thanks!” you reply, gratitude bleeding into your tone. “i was just—” you trail off, eyes shifting down to that clipboard you’ve been clutching this entire time, before: “you know what, do you guys have a minute?”

“sure!”

“no.”

kirishima whips to look at him. “come on, bakubro! let’s help the citizens out, yeah?”

and bakugou doesn’t know why or how, but his mouth runs off before his brain or heart can dictate to him what to say.

“yeah,” he mutters, “for all i know, this is just a fucking pyramid scheme.”

instantly, the air around the three of you goes quiet.

that is, until kirishima pipes up. “he’s just joki—”

“thanks, red riot—” you cut him off, much to bakugou’s surprise, his eyes shooting up to look at you whose lips are now pulled into a tight line.

“—but i think only dynamight here fits my research’s inclusion criteria.”

your what?

and before he could even comprehend the last three words you just uttered, you bring up your clipboard and pen like you’re about to jot something down, and hit him with it.

“are you single?”

bakugou only gawks at you, too stunned to speak. although he apparently doesn’t have to, because you continue.

“are you?” you repeat, before laughing dryly. “of course you are, what with that fucking attitude…”

at that, kirishima instantly barks out a genuine laugh, his booming voice reverberating throughout the street, even startling the cat perched on top of those large garbage disposals.

bakugou, on the other hand, only gapes at you in horror, because who would’ve thought the pretty girl from across the street was a fucking rude ass potty mouth?

a fucking rude ass potty mouth who could clock him like that?

“does he tend to go speechless like this?” you ask kirishima a few moments later, who’s still shaking in suppressed laughter.

“no,” the pro-hero finally replies after catching his breath. “you’re the first one i’ve ever seen make him this way.”

“really?” you reply, voice low and laced with sarcastic disbelief.

“he is actually single, though,” kirishima quickly adds, much to his chagrin. “…if you’re interested.”

as if on cue, you finally turn to look at bakugou, and he—swear to god—feels his heart stop when you glance at him, something akin to curiosity hidden amidst your features.

but he doesn’t get to bask in it, though, or in its implications, because his dipshit of a best friend drawls on.

“if you are, though, that’s great—”

oh, don’t make him do it.

“—because he finds you very much attra—”

BAM!

[starsofang]

“You’re droolin’.”

You whipped your head over to Kyle, who eyed you from the classroom beside you. You sputtered, quickly covering your mouth while he snickered.

“I am not,” you hissed in warning, risking a glance at the room in front of you and praying the man inside didn’t hear.

“Mm,” Kyle hummed, crossing his arms and watching as his students piled into his class, giving him sweet little ‘hello!’s in greeting. “Don’t know why you haven’t talked to him yet. He’s a nice guy.”

Your eyes drifted over to the classroom across from you, staring at the neighboring teacher who’d captured your heart from the moment you started working at the school.

Mr. Price stood at his desk, speaking with a chatty child and smiling kindly, nodding along as he listened. He paid no mind to you, entirely distracted. It was a wonder if he even knew you taught across from him.

It was a painfully one-sided crush. A silly, childish feeling, one you were sure he’d find strange if he found out about you, the quiet teacher that admired him from five feet across the hall.

“I don’t want to make a fool out of myself,” you sighed, shoulders deflating. One of your students waltzed into your classroom, greeting you cheerfully, so you put on a smile, welcoming them in.

“Ach, you’re just worryin’ for nothin’,” he dismissed lazily. “You’ve gotta talk to him one of these days. How else will you get him to ask you out? Or maybe you’re the one that likes takin’ the reins.”

You threw him a glare and Kyle only snickered some more, dodging the pen you threw his way.

Once your last student arrived, you sighed helplessly, tossing one last look into Mr. Price’s classroom. Your heart yearned to talk to him, but your brain begged you to stay in the shadows.

You felt silly for liking a fellow teacher you’d never formally met, but you couldn’t help it. You’d catch yourself mindlessly watching him across the hall, glimpsing into the open door and melting at the way he treated his students.

He was a large man, brutish and tough, but the way he was with his students was the complete opposite. He was attentive, always giving them his direct focus as not to make them feel unheard. His teaching style was fun, and you often heard his kids laughing boisterously with the activities he had planned for the day.

He was a wonderful teacher, and naturally, the longer you observed, the more your attraction grew.

God, you were hopeless. Hopelessly in love, that is. There’d never be a time where you’d muster up the courage to talk to him.

Forcing yourself to look away, you saluted Kyle, entering the confines of your own classroom and willing away the racing thoughts of the handsome teacher across from you.

The day dragged, and God gave you no mercy with your set of kids together. Whatever had riled up your students to be so hyper had cost you your sanity, and it felt like days until you were giving them all a loving farewell, helping them shrug on their backpacks and watching them leave for the busses so they could head on home and call it quits for the day.

As much as you wanted to join in on going home and collapsing into bed, you stayed behind to catch up on grading papers; which, really, you thought was a waste, considering your students were mere kids.

What grades did they need? They were barely at the age of comprehending ridiculous math equations, or what a mammal was.

Regardless, you set forth to work, flipping through an endless stack of papers until you felt your fingers would fall off.

It was only a couple of hours later when a grueling headache slammed against your temples, causing you to groan in the solitude of your classroom. You needed a coffee. Or a shot. Something.

You decided to go with the coffee for now, forcing yourself out of your chair. When you entered the quiet hallways, you noticed the lights off in Mr. Price’s classroom with no sign of life occupying it.

He must’ve gone home for the day. A pity, really. Another day, another failure.

Kyle was no where to be found, either. Even he wouldn’t be able to save you from your own painful misery.

Slumping in disappointment, you made your way to the break room. The coffee in the school tasted like shit, and you avoiding drinking it as much as possible, but you were desperate. Today hadn’t been very kind to you, and your kids had erupted chaos into your life.

You loved your students, but that shit coffee would be the only thing to get you through until tomorrow, where you’d do it all over again.

Upon entering, you shuffled into the break room with your goal set. However, the moment you noticed a familiar somebody sitting at the break room table, sipping on his own cup, it instantly slipped from your mind, forgotten.

“Oh,” Price breathed, looking up at you. He set his mug down, offering you a smile that had your breath catching in your throat. “Hello. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anybody was still here. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What were you supposed to say? You’d practiced endlessly on how to talk to him, memorizing a script in your head so you wouldn’t fuck up, but it didn’t entail this. You weren’t prepared!

“I—” You took in a sharp breath, panicking. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, oh god, you looked so stupid—

“You teach across from me, right?” he asked, leaning back in the chair. “I never got to introduce myself. You know how it is with the kids and all, they’re always bouncin’ off the walls, so it’s hard to find the time.”

He cleared his throat, taking another sip of his coffee.

He… noticed you? Sure, it was hard not to, the two of you worked a mere few feet away from each other, but you didn’t know he knew you were there.

Fuck, what do you say? Your tongue felt tied up in a knot. Think.

“It’s okay, Mr. Price,” you said instead, stumbling over your words. “I know the kids get us all caught up.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, unaware you knew his name. If only he knew the extent of it.

“Ah, well I suppose there’s no need for introduction, then,” he laughed, smiling brightly. You felt your knees buckle. “No need to call me Mister, though. You can just call me John.”

You could feel every part of your body warm up. This felt like a fever dream. You desperately needed Kyle to pinch you awake.

“John,” you breathed out, testing the name on your tongue. It was embarrassing how much you enjoyed it. “It’s, ah, nice to formally meet you.”

“Mm, you too,” John said proudly. He stood from his chair, grabbing his cup to empty it into the sink. “I’ve gotta run, it’s gettin’ late. You have a ride home?”

You nodded dumbly, silently cursing yourself for having a working car.

“Right then. See you tomorrow, aye?” He offered another one of those award-winning smiles, bidding you farewell and leaving you in the break room alone.

You didn’t move from your spot, your feet glued to the floor. Your heart pounded erratically, your mind blurring into a fog.

God, you felt like the school girl with a crush, not the teacher. You didn’t realize how deep your crush ran for the man, but now that you’d gotten a glimpse into conversing with him, it festered into you like an aggravating tick.

When two cups of coffee later didn’t help with the burrowing feelings, you decided to give up on grading papers, heading home to try and scrub your mind until tomorrow.

You were more anxious than ever today. You couldn’t stand still, constantly shifting on your feet while your hands wrung nervously behind your back. Kyle eyed you suspiciously from his classroom door beside you, saying nothing as his kids piled into the room.

Your mind was plagued with thoughts of yesterday, replaying over and over the kindness John had given you. You thought that maybe you were overthinking it.

He was simply being generous. After all, Kyle said he was a nice guy, and surely he wouldn’t have just ignored you when you came into the break room. That would’ve been rude, right?

“Good mornin’,” Price greeted you softly, blinding you with his smile that was nearly buried under his facial hair. “Hope you didn’t stay too late last night. Don’t drink too much coffee today, aye?”

You stared bug eyed as he stepped into the comfort of his classroom, greeting his kids enthusiastically while you stood in your doorway like a complete idiot.

“…What the hell was that?” Kyle whispered aggressively, eyes narrowing in on you. He leaned closer to keep as quiet as possible, but you shushed him anyway, begging him to keep his voice down. “You talked to him?”

“Only briefly!” you defended, resolve crumbling. “We ran into each other in the break room last night and he introduced himself. He was being nice.”

“I’m wounded,” Kyle gasped, feigning hurt. He placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You finally talk to the man you have the hots for and you don’t even tell me, your friend.”

You groaned, sinking against your door, sulking. “It was a polite conversation, barely one of substance.”

Kyle tsked, shaking his head. One of his students skipped up to the door, greeting a ‘good morning, Mr. Garrick!’. “You’re hopeless,” he sighed, giving you a lazy wave before entering his classroom.

Frowning to yourself, you watched as your final students filed inside, giving you happy smiles. Oh, to be a kid again. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be so worked up over your coworker. You really did have to hots for him.

You stepped inside your classroom, turning to kick out the door stopper and seal it tight. As you did so, you couldn’t help yourself and you glanced over at Mr. Price’s classroom.

You nearly melted into the ground when you caught his eye, and he gave you a gentle wave, smiling kindly.

Quickly ushering the door shut, you hurried to your desk to hide your embarrassment. As your kids chattered amongst themselves, you took a few moments to mull over your pounding over, begging it to slow.

You didn’t know whether or not you wanted him to go back to not knowing you existed, or to greet you tomorrow morning, then the next. All you knew was that you were completely and utterly fucked.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch.1

I keep seeing all the City Girl Reader x Jake stories, but no cowgirl reader x Jake. So I decided to take the liberty of writing one myself. Hope y'all enjoy it!

This was the first time you were going to see Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. You had both crossed paths in college becoming close friends, and when he heard that you were trying to get away from a stalker ex boyfriend he had suggested you come stay with him. He had just gotten back from a big mission, but couldn’t tell you the specifics other than he had a near death experience. The skyline was beautiful as you drove towards Bradley’s apartment.

When you pulled up the apartment was close to the beach. You walked up to the second floor finding his apartment number and knocked on the door. It only took a few minutes when the door swung open to reveal Bradley in shorts a white tank and ugly Hawaiian shirt. “You still wear those Hawaiian shirts”, you laughed. “Of course, and you're still wearing jeans, cowboy boots and that ratty old ball cap. You’re in California now might as well go for some shorts”, he laughed back.

“No way”, you said. Bradley swooped you up squeezing the life out of you. “It’s so good to see you,” he stated. “Same here Rooster same here”, you smiled. He set you back down and offered to help you bring your stuff in. “You still drive this old truck”, he said. “Yeah I can’t let this baby go. Great gas mileage and as Joe Diffie says an 8 foot bed that never has to be made. Not to mention the bench seat”, you giggle as Bradley’s face goes red.

“I swear your mind is always in the gutter”, Bradley jested. “Well I grew up on a farm with brothers what did you expect”, you huffed dramatically. Bradley helped you get your measly duffle bag into the apartment. “Holy shit Roo this is an apartment? More like a small house”, you say more to yourself than Bradley. “Well I’m a tall guy I gotta have room”, he joked. He showed you to the guest room, and left you alone to unpack.

It took you all of ten minutes to unpack your things, and when you walked out to the main living area Bradley was hanging up his cellphone. “Hey want to go down to the Hard Deck with me?”, he asked. “If it’s a bar ya’ know I’m in” you respond eagerly. “You want to change?”, he questioned. “No I’m in comfortable clothes”, you replied. Once the apartment was all locked up you went straight for the Bronco. It was the same as you remembered it back in college no changes had been made.

The drive to the bar was filled with remembering old stories. When he pulled into a parking spot at the bar he got that serious look on his face. “Listen, some of the guys I fly with will be here, but there is one in particular you should stay away from”, he all but growls. “His callsign is Hangman and he is the type you don’t want to get mixed up with”, he tells you. “Noted”, you fake salute as you both make your way into the bar. 

It was lively for a Thursday afternoon as you followed Rooster to a pool table where two guys and a woman were playing. “Rooster, good to see you man and you brought a date”, one of the guys said. “Oh no we aren’t dating. This is the friend I told you about (Y/N)”, Bradley stated. “You’re right there is no way you could have snagged her, she's too hot for you”, the woman laughed. “Phoenix but you can call me Nat”, she said, extending her hand.  

You shook her hand as she introduced Payback and Fanboy. You sat back as they continued their game. Bradley had sneaked off to get another round of beers. When he came back he handed everyone their beers as the next round of pool started. You declined to play as Bradley joined this game. Half way through you were out of beer. “I’m going to the bar if anybody needs anything”, you announced. Everyone saying they were alright for now you headed towards the bar. 

Low and behold there was Pete. He had come to some of the college baseball games when Bradley played and Bradley had introduced you. You said hello as a woman stepped up to ask what you would like. “What bourbons do you have?”, you questioned. The woman listed them and you made your choice. “I’ll take the Jack n’ Coke and make it a double please”, you answered. 

As she made your drink Pete introduced you to her. She was the bar owner, Penny, who he was currently dating. You congratulated them and turned to find Bradley had taken to the piano and the pool table was free. You quickly made your way there and picked up a pool stick. You were down to the last couple of shots when you swore you felt someone was staring at you.

Jake had just walked in and was ordering a beer scoffing when he heard the familiar tune Rooster was playing on the piano. Then movement at the pool table caught his eye. A woman that definitely didn’t fit this type of bar scene was bent over the pool table lining up a shot. He couldn’t help but stare at her ass and the way those jeans hugged it. Once Penny handed him his beer he started making his way to the pool table.

“Uh oh looks like Hangman has his sights set”, Penny said. Maverick looked and started to laugh, “Oh don’t worry she can handle herself trust me”. Penny gave him a questioning look, but proceeded to watch what was about to happen. Jake had just made it to the pool table when you sank another shot. “I don’t mean to be rude darlin’, but it doesn’t look like you’re from around here”, he stated smiling. 

“As a matter o’ fact I’m not”, you replied. “Well with that accent I’d say the south”, he guessed. “And with that accent and cocky attitude I’m guessing Texan and an aviator”, you said, sinking another shot while looking him in the eye. “Well you’d be right. Mind if I join ya I promise I’ll go easy on ya. Names Jake by the way”, he cockily replied. “I guess, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I go easy on ya. Mines (Y/N)”, you smugly replied.

Jake liked this one already, feisty, and willing to dish it back at him. Usually women would already be giggling and batting their lashes at him. “I would say gentleman first, but you don’t look much like a gentleman”, you scoffed. “Ouch. I would say ladies first, but you look more like a hellcat. Tell me how sharp are your claws”, he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You’ll never find out”, you replied. “How about a bet”, he said. “Alright I’m listening”, you responded. 

“I’ll give you a hundred dollars if you win”, he states. “What if you win?”, you inquired. “If I win you go out on a date with me, and maybe if I like you we can go back to my apartment”, he added. You seemed to think it over as the smile stayed on his smug face. Who did this guy think he was for one and for two you weren’t one for one night stands, but a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars. “Alright you're on, but when you lose don’t throw a tantrum like a child”, you told him.

He let you go first which was his first mistake. You shot and the balls scattered and the solid red seven went in. The next shot you lined up and the yellow one ball went in. You were lining up and about to shoot when the man you were playing against brushed up against you to whisper in your ear. “Ya know, ya look good bent over this pool table wonder what else you would look good bent over”, he declared.

You knew he was trying to throw you off, and you glanced over your shoulder at him giving a sultry look. Then you sank your shot standing to line up your next shot. “Honey just quit while you’re ahead”, you smirked. You missed the next shot and he took his turn and sank one of his shots. Jake was lining up his next shot when he looked up, only for you to be right across from him leaning on a table with your ass jutted out talking with none other than Bob. 

No you weren’t talking you were flirting how could you flirt with Bob and not him. He was tall, handsome and could show you a much better time he was sure of it. When his shot missed you quickly turned to look at him with a shit eating grin. “Looks like it’s my turn”, you declared. You sank a shot, but then you felt him behind you and he leaned over you almost caging you in. “You sure that's a good angle?”, he examined. “Oh I think I’ll do just fine”, you retorted then brought the pool stick back tapping him below the belt.

He groaned and backed up enough for you to sink your shot. You sank another shot, but missed the next one. As he bent over the pool table to line up his shot you took your chance. You walked up and whispered in his ear, “How many rounds do you think I could ride before fallin’ off”. Then for good measure you turned letting him watch your ass sway as you walked to get your drink. He was imagining all the ways he could have you whimpering and calling his name.

He lined up his shot and it was slightly off making him frown. You were starting to get to him and you both carried on like that until there were only a couple shots left. You were winning and to be honest Jake couldn’t even be upset. Just being around you and flirting, if one could call it that, was entertaining and he wondered even if he lost if you would give him a chance to take you out on a date. You asked for a break to go to the bar and get another drink.

“I’ll get it, what're you havin’?”, Jake asked, accent thick. “Thanks but I can get my own drinks. Bob make sure he doesn’t cheat”, you smiled. Bob nodded and Jake watched as you made your way to the bar putting a little more sway in your hips than normal. When you made it to the bar Penny waited on you again. “You know you should be careful with that one”, Penny told you, referring to Jake. “Why’s that?”, you implored. 

“He is a one night stand kind of guy”, she mentioned. “It’s alright Penny I’ve dealt with his kind before”, you smirked. Pete shook his head as he continued to drink his beer. You made it back just in time for Rooster and his friends to come back over to the pool table. Rooster grabbed your elbow asking, “What did you bet?”. “Calm down Roo he bet that if I win he gives me a hundred bucks and if he wins I go on a date with him”, you huffed. “Seriously, why the hell would you do that?”, Bradley grits out. “Because it seemed like fun and a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars”, you respond.

“Bradshaw as I live and breathe”, Jake states. “Hangman”, Bradley spits back. Now it made sense this was the guy that Bradley had warned you about. “Bradley it’s okay I only have two more shots to sink to win”, you told him. You grabbed your pool stick and lined up your shot and sank it without problem. The last one you had to sink and you looked up to see Bradley gripping his beer bottle so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

Then you looked at Jake seeing him smirking at Bradley before saying, “Ya know I was wondering if inviting her to my house for dinner would be a good first date. I make a damn good steak”. Bradley looked like he could punch him any moment so you took your shot making them both whip their heads to the table. The last ball smacked the side and right into the corner pocket. “Alright Hangman pay up”, you smirked.

His smile stayed on his face as he pulled a hundred out of his wallet handing it over to you. “I was expecting you to choke”, he said. “I bet you thought I’d be choking on you after the imaginary date too huh”, you laughed. Nat’s eyes widened and she tried to contain her laughter as Jake’s smile faltered a little. He couldn’t respond. You had actually left him speechless and the image burned itself into his brain as the others started to dog him and make jokes at his expense.

Jake watched as you high fived Rooster and finished your drink. He watched as you made your way back to the bar to order another drink. On your way back a guy cut you off from continuing to the rest of the group. You obviously turned him down as he watched this man call you a bitch. You said something back as you walked around the man and he started to get up to intervene. The nerve of this guy that had just asked you if you would like to go back to his place for some fun; then got angry and called you a bitch when you refused.

He grabbed your arm and spun you around making you spill your drink. The man was obviously drunk and you were now pissed that your drink was all over the floor. “Look I’m not going to go home with you asshole. Now let me go ya’ fucker”, you seethed. “I don’t think you know who I am bitch”, he stated, and that's when his hand came up and slapped you. It stung and knocked you back a couple steps as your brain registered what happened. You had long dropped your drink and balled your hand into a fist and let it fly.

It hit the man right in his nose as blood gushed from it. “You whore”, the man spit. He was about to charge at you when two people got in between the fight. The first you noticed was Bradley and the other was Jake. “You need to apologize and get the fuck out of this bar”, Jake said. “I’m not apologizing to that whore”, the man responded. The bell rang out as everyone started shouting overboard. You had no clue what was happening.

Rooster and Hangman nodded to each other and grabbed the guy by the arms as Payback came over to grab the man's legs. They carried him to the back deck and threw him out onto the sandy beach. “If you come back you mess with all of us”, Hangman shouted. All of the people in the bar shouted in agreement as Penny and Pete were checking you over. “Your cheek is already swelling”, Penny said as she went to get a bag of ice. 

While you were waiting on Penny, Pete helped you onto a bar stool looking at the red hand print on your cheek. “Are you alright, darlin?”, Jake asked as he came up to you and Pete. “Yeah nothing I ain’t used to”, you respond. Jake smiles but you can tell it doesn’t meet his eyes. “I’m fine I swear’, you state. When Penny gets back with a bag of ice wrapped in a small hand towel you thank her and ask for another drink. Jake watches as Penny makes your drink and he smiles genuinely then.

“Should have known you would like a strong drink”, Jake says. Bradley finally makes his way to you to make sure you are okay. “We should go after you're finished with that drink”, Bradley states. “Oh come on it was a slap not a punch”, you huffed. “Yeah and how long were you on the road for before you got here?”, Bradley questioned. “Look I slept in my truck till noon and hit the road then. I got a full eight hour sleep. I am not leaving yet”, you replied stubbornly. “You slept in your truck?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!”, Bradley shouted. 

“Hey ease up Rooster she obviously can handle herself”, Jake jumped in. “Stay out of this Hangman”, Roster seethed. “Look, I'm a big girl and can make my own decisions. I’m not your girl and I swear if you say we need to go I’ll just get a ride from Jake here. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind”, you stated. That seemed to have Rooster backing down as Jake grinned. “I wouldn’t mind taking you anywhere you needed to go darlin”, he replied. 

“No he will not”, Bradley huffed. “Then it looks like we’re staying a little longer”, you said. You grabbed your drink and made your way back to Roosters friends who had once again taken over the pool table. “She’s a pistol”, Jake said aloud. “You don’t know the half of it.  Do me a favor and stay away from her. She doesn’t need anymore heartbreak than she's already had”, Rooster grumbled. “Not making any promises”, Jake responded. 

You watched as Bradley and Jake spoke to each other then started making their way to the pool table. “Rooster, how about you take my spot!”, Fanboy yelled. Rooster agreed, taking Fanboy’s spot and now that he was distracted you made your way out to the deck of the bar. The smell of the ocean and the slight breeze helped you to relax. Jake came to stand beside you leaning over the rail. “So you and Rooster huh?”, he inquired. 

“No nothing like that. He sees me more as a sister”, you replied. “So what really brings you out here?”, he pried. “I thought Rooster would have told you all, but I was being stalked by an ex boyfriend and when I told Roo he told me to come out here”, you explained. “My sister dealt with an ex boyfriend like that, but in Texas we take care of our own. Why didn’t you go stay with your family?”, he asked. 

“I would if there were any alive to talk to. The only family I have is a brother and he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me”, you explained. “Damn well if you ever need the dagger squad we’ll be there for ya’ unless we are out on missions”, Jake responds. “Thanks”, you responded. “If I would have won would you have gone on a date with me?”, he questions. “See we were having a nice conversation and you ruined it”, you laughed. 

Jake frowned until you looked him in the eyes and said, “I would have if you had won”. His smile returned as you finished the rest of your drink, and dismissed yourself back to the pool table where Bradley had just finished up. Jake couldn’t help but watch as you walked out the door with Rooster thinking of how to get you to go out with him.

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Pictures of You

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!artist!reader

Summary: While patrolling the fairgrounds, Lucy convinces Tim to have their picture drawn. She doesn't expect you, Tim's wife, to be the artist.

Warnings: fluff! mention of a bomb threat

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

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“Why are you acting like you’re being punished? This is fun!” Lucy exclaims.

“Feels like a punishment,” Tim mutters, not slowing down as he looks around while he walks. “Fairground duty is not my idea of a good time, Chen.”

“What do you have against fun and showing you have a personality, Bradford?”

“If you’re having so much fun, why don’t you focus on that instead of me? You just do your thing, and I’ll do my job.”

Lucy groans but continues walking through the endless rows of booths. There’s food, games, face painting, vendors, and more local artists than she can count. Tim keeps his eyes on the people rather than the entertainment, only looking away when his phone rings.

“Bradford,” he answers.

“Bradford, how’s it going?” Wade asks. “We haven’t seen any indication that the threat was legitimate at any of the other venues.”

“Someone called in a fake bomb threat? Who could imagine such a thing,” Tim answers with his unique blend of sarcasm and grumpiness. “I haven’t seen anything here other than the usual suspicious individuals that show up for cheap booze and carnival rides.”

“It’s not a carnival!” Lucy interjects. “If you’re going to hate on it, at least hate on it correctly.”

“Sounds like you’re having a good time,” Wade teases. “Keep an eye out, the day isn’t over yet.”

“Yes, sir,” Tim answers.

“Oh, and one more thing, Bradford. Loosen up and have a little bit of fun for once, would you?”

“And risk finding out that the bomb threat was legitimate, no thanks. Bye, Grey.”

“Tim, look!” Lucy squeals. “Caricatures! Can we please get one?”

“We are on the clock, boot.”

“I’m going to ignore the ‘boot’ comment and simply remind you that I am no longer a rookie, but I’ll let it slide. I’ll say please again.”

“No deal. We’re here for work, Chen, not to get temporary tattoos or eat funnel cake.”

“You like funnel cake?”

Tim glares at Lucy before saying, “Not the point.”

“Tim,” she groans, tilting her head back. “What did Wade say?”

“To keep an eye out.”

“And to have fun?”

Tim doesn’t answer, and Lucy bounces in place.

“One booth,” Tim concedes. “And then we’re going back to foot patrol. Don’t forget why we’re here.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Lucy answers, mock saluting him before she hurries to the first booth in a row of artists. “Are you more of a ten-minute portrait or a caricature guy? Do you know the difference?” she asks when Tim joins her side.

“You pick. But you only have five minutes before I leave, whether the picture is done or not.”

Lucy nods enthusiastically before she begins walking. She slows down to look in several booths while Tim keeps an eye out for anyone matching the description from the call this morning.

“This one,” Lucy decides before pushing Tim into the empty tent.

“Hi,” Tim greets.

You look up from the sketchpad in your lap and smile. “Hello, officers,” you greet. “How can I help you?”

“Hi! We want a caricature,” Lucy answers. “Oh, and I’m Lucy and this is Tim; we’re off the clock for a few minutes, so we wanted to have some fun.”

“We’re not off the clock, boot,” Tim grunts.

“Boot?” you inquire. “You’re a rookie?”

“Not anymore, he’s just grumpy and doesn’t understand how much fun I can be.”

“Well, Lucy, what kind of fun would you like to have? I can do, or at least try, just about anything you’re interested in. Though if you want a portrait in ninety seconds or less, there is a guy down this row that can do that.”

“Are they any good?” Lucy asks quietly.

You shake your head before gesturing toward two seats on the other side of your canvas.

“I’m giving you free reign, but if you can make it kinda caricature-like, I wouldn’t be opposed,” Lucy says.

Looking over at Tim, you decide what you want to do. The wedding ring on your fingers glints as you reach for a marker, and Tim’s eyes drop as he watches your hand before meeting your eyes.

“I’m going to regret this,” Tim grumbles.

“Tim, be nice,” Lucy scolds under her breath. She sends you an apologetic look, but you only smile.

“I’m used to it,” you promise.

“Lots of unwilling models?”

Turning your attention to your paper, you shake your head. “Officer Bradford, care to explain?”

“Lucy, this is my wife,” he says reluctantly before saying your name.

“Wait. Oh my gosh, I have so many questions!” Lucy responds.

“You only have four minutes, so make everything quick before I send you to check the portable restrooms,” Tim snaps.

“Tim,” you warn.

“Bradford?” someone asks from outside your booth.

You chuckle as Tim closes his eyes. He rubs a finger over his left ring finger, and you smile when his eyes return to you.

“Officer Thorsen, good to see you,” you greet.

“Hey, Mrs. Bradford,” he replies. “Makes a whole lot more sense now.”

“You didn’t think Tim would willingly have his picture drawn?”

“Aaron, you knew?” Lucy asks. “I knew Tim was married, but- Tim, why didn’t you introduce me?”

“I actually met Aaron on accident while I was at the station once,” you offer, adding the finishing touches to the caricature.

Aaron steps to your side, pressing his lips together to hide his smile before he radios for all nearby officers to meet at your booth.

“Thorsen, you just saved Chen from a long afternoon of checking the backside of this event,” Tim interjects.

“Worth it,” Aaron responds happily.

“Bradford?” Nolan asks as he approaches. “Oh, you got a caricature! Can we see?”

A small crowd gathers in your booth: your models, Aaron, Nolan, Celina, and two other officers wait to see your picture.

“You told Aaron to call for backup for when you get mad at me, right?” you joke, winking at Tim.

You smile at Lucy before turning the board around so they can see the finished picture. Tim remains impassive, but Lucy laughs, leaning backward as the other officers yell in surprise before laughing so hard tears come to their eyes.

“Who’s the boot now, Bradford?” Lucy asks through her laughter.

The picture of Tim as a cowboy boot with a police badge and Lucy as a puppy in a police uniform goes over well with every cop in the booth.

“I’m getting you back for this,” Tim says. “Both of you.”

“Don’t threaten civilians, Bradford,” Nolan chides.

“Don’t threaten your wife!” Aaron amends.

Celina and Nolan leave first, and soon you, Tim, and Lucy are alone in the booth again. Lucy happily takes the picture, holding it against her chest as she watches Tim.

“We got a bomb threat this morning,” Tim says softly. “So, if you want to head out early, I’ll be home as soon as my shift ends.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to pose for your own copy?” you ask.

“If you want to draw me, just ask,” Tim replies as he stands. “But we both know who’s on every page of that sketchbook.”

“Who?” Lucy asks.

“Me,” Tim answers. At the same time, you say, “Kojo.”

Tim rolls his eyes and snatches it from your side. He laughs as he sees the most recent picture of Kojo. After he flips a page, though, he’s met with a picture of him. Lucy coos, immediately commenting on how cute the two of you are.

“Let’s go, boot. A word about this, and I’ll have you assigned to cavity searches,” Tim says as he steers Lucy out of your booth. He turns back to you to add, “I love you. I’ll see you at home.”

“I love you,” you answer. “And don’t be too hard on her, I drew the picture after all.”

“You’ve got ring immunity,” he says, pointing to your wedding ring. “So, I make no promises.”

“Tim!” Lucy yells. “There’s funnel cakes!”

Tim rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as he steps away from you. You laugh as he waves over his shoulder, glad you got to see him, even if he will be teased about it for a while.

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ROSES — 13. frat party

(half written)

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“okay, once someone gets sick, it gets too crazy, someone makes a bad decision, or something else we’re leaving. got it?” mark turned from the drivers seat to face his friends before they entered the party.

mina and y/n nodded and gave mark a thumbs up while yangyang saluted him with a straight face.

“alright now get the fuck out my car and let’s go party” he sighed at yang and gave a small smile, hoping tonight would be smooth and fun.

“where do you guys think hyuck is right now?” yang asked as the 4 of them walked gingerly to the front door. the music was blasting and as they got closer it was harder to hear.

mark shrugged and mina don’t bother answering the question. “i don’t know but if he’s with his other friends, he can stay far away from me. last thing i need is jaehyun seeing me.” as y/n was finishing her sentence, they entered the house, almost instantly being greeted by hyuck who was passing by to get more drinks.

“you guys made it! drink are in the kitchen to your left, snacks are on the kitchen counters and dining room table, and yeah. i gotta hurry and go now, i got a hottie waiting for me.” he spoke fastly before dashing out of their sight.

the four of the scooted to the side so they weren’t blocking the entrance and took a look around. people walking past who knew them waved and said hello. it wasn’t long before y/n tapped mina on the shoulder and whispered in her ear to beat the loud music “wanna grab some drinks?” to which mina nodded. the two girls told mark and yang where they were going and disappeared from their previous spots.

not a lot of people crowded the kitchen but there were a good amount of people standing around and talking. y/n grabbed two bottles and handed one to mina as leaned back against the counter.

“oh dude i’m so glad these have the twist caps, i would’ve been pissed if i had to find someone to open this.” mina nodded with y/n’s statement while they twisted the caps off their drinks and took a sip.

“i know, and i didn’t even think to bring my bottle opener. also i’m not gonna lie… this music kinda sucks ass, i could’ve done better in my bedroom with a playlist and a dream.” the two girls laugh at the image of mina in her room dressed up like a frat boy, headphones around her neck, sunglasses on, and doing the frat flick with playing something probably like ‘baby’ by justin bieber.

“i’ll be standing right beside you hyping up the crowd like this” y/n jumped up and down with her hand in the air fist pumping, almost spilling her drink in the process.

after a while of talking the two finished the drinks they first opened, ended up taking some shots with random drunk girls who came into the kitchen (twice), and grabbing another drink. after starting to feel buzzed mina stopped drinking but y/n kept going. the two girls made their way out onto the makeshift dance floor where they saw their friends on the side talking.

“heyyy guys!” y/n walked towards them while waving, stumbling and almost falling while doing so.

“damn girl how much did you drink?” mark asked with a raised eyebrow. y/n only laughed and brushed him off.

“i dunno but that’s not important, i thought you said you weren’t drinking?” her eyes zeroed in to the red solo cup in his hand with a clear liquid inside.

“this is water, which you should get some of”

“guys can we sit down somewhere, my feet are starting to hurt.” mina interrupted the conversation to complain with a completely valid point. after standing around in the kitchen for who knows how long, who else’s feet wouldn’t start to hurt.

“couch is empty over there” hyuck pointed out a vacancy, to which they all ran over to the couch before someone would sit down and take it. as soon as y/n sat down she suddenly started feeling a little sick from the multiple drinks she had. her face was flushed red from all the alcohol and the stood right back up.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”

“do you need me to come with you?” mina looked up at her, ready to tag along.

“no i should be good, thank you though my babygirl” y/n blew a kiss and mina blew one right back, ignoring their guy friends around them. with that y/n left to use the bathroom.

this definitely wasn’t the first nct frat that y/n attended so she knew her way around the building decently well and quickly navigated herself to the bathroom. upon arrival she immediately rolled her eyes at the line to wait to use the bathroom, which was probably disgusting anyway. luckily y/n is somewhat close friends with nct member yuta and knew he had a bathroom in his room.

the way they befriend each other was kind of odd but they just happened to ‘click’ after a while of pestering. most people avoided talking to yuta as a friend, due to his resting bitch face, but when y/n got paired with him she was determined to be nothing but kind and become his friend or at least acquaintance. often yuta would ignore these attempts and just try to get their work done and over with. under all of his frat boy who gets around persona, y/n knew there was something deeper. so what does she do? pull out photos of her family dog back home, because who can resist a cute dog? this plan undoubtedly worked as yuta became obsessed with her little puppy who he now calls “his second daughter” and asked for new pics of her constantly. he keeps telling y/n that they need to set up a play date between her dog nova and his dog rapunzel.

after getting lost once, y/n finds her way to yuta’s room, trying to remember the way they would take when they studied here. much to her surprise yuta had told her the pin to his door and she quickly typed it in, still not feeling well.

“1026” she muttered to herself as she pressed the tiny buttons. the door unlocked and she swung the door open, ready to head into his bathroom.

not even getting to step all the way into the room she was met with two people already occupying the space. a male and female, the guy was sat on the bed with his pants pulled slightly down and the girl was on her knees in front of him, very obviously giving him head. the sound of the door opening caused her to pull off of him and they both looked at the door. the girl she didn’t recognize but the guy… she had been trying to avoid all night.

“y/n?” jaehyun looked at her shocked, trying to cover himself up somewhat.

“i’m so sorry” she said at the same time jaehyun said her name once she broke out of her frozen spot. just as she spoke, she gagged and ran right into yuta’s bathroom and to the toilet instead of out the room. thankfully the toilet seat was already up as she began puking into the white bowl in front of her. her hands on both sides of the toilet, not even thinking about her hair.

all of a sudden she felt her hair being pulled back and a hand on her back rubbing in circles “let it all out.” they said quietly, encouraging her to get all of this out her system. the puking went on for a couple minutes on and off before it finally stopped all together. y/n opened her eyes once she leaned away from the toilet to see jaehyun grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wiper her mouth and even flushed the toilet for her.

feeling worn out and tired, as well as still drunk, y/n closed her eyes again and laid her head on the wall behind her. “you feeling better now?” jaehyun spoke softly, to not scare her. not even wanting to respond, she shook her hand back in forth in an “eh” way to give a response.

“c’mere” jaehyun helped her off the bathroom floor and laid her down at the top of yuta’s bed. he quickly retrieved a water from the mini fridge located on the opposite side of the room and told her to drink it. she took small sips and drank a good amount before putting the rest on the nightstand. “lay here and get some rest, i’ll find your friends and let them know where you are” he stroked the side of her head softly and stood up to exit the room.

“no… stay here.” y/n finally spoke, her voice a little weak. she looked at him sadly and it worked, he came back over to her and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“i’ll stay, just get some rest please.” she nodded and laid there next to him, subtly inching closer to feel comfort and quickly fell asleep.

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notes: feeling a little devious 😜 also this isn’t proofread bc it’s 3 am AND SORRY IF MY WRITING ISN’T THAT GOOD 🙏🏽 I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A WHILE!! anyway jaehyun enlistment era is coming upon us… i gonna rip out my hair 😭

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seventeen & touch-starved s/o (vocal unit ver.)

hhu ver. — requested by anon

JEONGHAN.

he’s so soft :(

like immediately scoops u up

talks to you very gently while he holds you,, about literally ANYTHING

jeonghan doesn’t notice how close you’ve sidled up to him until you tug on his shirt a little. he’s been wrapped up in conversation with mingyu, riling him up with friendly teasing and laughing as mingyu pouts defensively.

at least, until you appear out of nowhere, brushing your arm against his and sending him glances from the side of your eyes; he can tell you think he hasn’t noticed, but he definitely has. he always notices, especially when it’s you.

which is how he ends up cutting off his teasing, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, resting a hand on your thigh and murmuring a quick “you okay?” in your ear. and it’s only when you nod, satisfied, that he returns to the conversation.

JOSHUA.

i feel like he intuitively knows when u need him

hand holder for SURE have u guys seen the recent gose 😭

probably rubs your back or something too :((

“joshua, we are going to get lost.” you pronounce the moment you see the bustling crowds of the carnival in front of you.

your boyfriend scoffs lightly. “come onnn. we’ll be fine.”

“hello? are you seeing this?” with a wide sweep of your arm, you gesture to the horde with wide eyes, unconsciously pressing closer to him already.

“don’t worry, baby. we won’t get separated.” joshua reassures, and then pauses, before dramatically announcing — “ever.”

you blink at him under the coloured lights and merry-go-round music. “i can’t tell if that was heartwarming or incredibly cheesy.”

“both?” he suggests with a smirk, before holding his hand out to you. “come on.”

“josh, don’t let go of me, okay?” you say nervously, as you approach the crowds.

he brushes a kiss over your joined hands with half a smile. “never.”

WOOZI.

omg. soooo flustered but equally as pleased

also have you seen those arms?

he’s an excellent hugger nobody can change my mind

jihoon can tell there’s something on your mind. you keep looking over at him from your place on the couch as he works, sometimes opening your mouth like you’re about to say something but then changing your mind last minute. and when it happens for the seventh time — yes, he counted — he finally turns to you, sliding off his headphones with raised eyebrows.

“can i help you?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.

you’re already looking at him with widened eyes. jihoon cocks his head to the side — when you pull out the puppy gaze, it means you want something. unfortunately for him, he gives in every time.

(how can he help it, when you look like that?)

“hug?” you say hopefully, voice pitched a little higher than usual.

he should have guessed. jihoon opens his arms with a mock sigh, gesturing for you to come and sit on his lap — ignoring both your satisfied smile and his warmed cheeks.

DOKYEOM.

his smile itself feels like a fucking hug so. idek where to start. this man is a safety net :(

HES SO WARM i feel like he gives the best cuddles

loops his arms all the way around you and squeezes to make you laugh too

“seokmin~! i need a hug!” you declare, the moment you step into the house. you might say it dramatically, but you mean it entirely — today has sucked ass. “i demand it, even!”

at your greeting, seokmin sticks his head out the kitchen, lips already curved into a gentle smile. “what happened, angel?” he soothes, opening his arms and entangling you in his embrace.

“bad day. awful.” you describe shortly, already leaning into him gratefully. “less talking. more hugging.”

“yes, boss!” he mock salutes over your shoulder, giggling as he tightens his grip, and with the sound of his laughter, the burdens of today seem to fall away — at least for a short while, you’ve found your reprieve.

SEUNGKWAN.

he will drop anything and everything to give you what you need and that makes me UPSET

always goes into full caretaker mode AHHH i love him

probably sways you guys back and forth when you hug

seungkwan takes one look at your sleepy form in his doorway, and he freaks.

by freaks, you mean he pulls you inside, kisses your cheek in greeting, and scolds you for not wrapping up warm enough, all in the space of a minute. and then he’s cupping your face with warm hands. “what happened, baby? you didn’t tell me you were coming over.”

you scrunch your nose sleepily. “sorry. i missed you.”

“aish, don’t apologise, just come here,” he grumbles, to hide the embarrassingly delighted smile growing across his face.

“warm,” you say drowsily, as you lean into his embrace with droopy eyes and slightly slurred words. “best hugger. you’re the best hugger, seungkwannie, you know that? you’re my favourite hugger.”

he kisses your forehead then, with a soft murmur against your skin. “yeah, baby. you’re my favourite too.”

an requested by an anon who read the hhu version!! i hope you like it @ anon, let me know!! 💗💗💗

[littlefireball]

ʏꜱ|ʙᴀʙʏ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ (ꜰ/ᴍ)

ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ: ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴏꜰ ʏꜱ ꜰᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx (ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ 🙂)|ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴀʙʏ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.7ᴋ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ'ꜱ ʙᴀʙʏ?

Ever since that day, your bond has flourished magnificently, unveiling resemblances in personalities and hobbies. The question lingers: why did the flames of passion take so long to ignite? Perhaps it was the shared introverted nature that held you both back.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness has arrived to escort you to the event," Yeosang mimicked his butler's tone and rapped on your door, eliciting a chuckle from you. Despite not sharing a living space, the arrangement seemed to suit both of you just fine. Perhaps neither of you had any desire to change that.

"Your Highness, I am prepared." You swung open the door, offering him a playful salute that caused him to burst into laughter. The two of you always maintained a youthful spirit in each other's company.

Today's event was hosted by Wooyoung, Yeosang's closest friend, who had become a proud father just last month. The two of you would be staying at his magnificent palace for a week, not only to celebrate the newborn's arrival but also to discuss crucial matters of state and future development plans for both countries.

"Hey, yeosang!" Wooyoung greeted his friend with a wave and a warm embrace as you arrived at his opulent palace.

"Hey, y/n. How you doing?" He asked warmly. "Hello, Wooyoung. It's a pleasure to be here," you said, returning his smile. In this relaxed environment, you felt a sense of freedom that was rare in your royal life. It was almost as if you had found a second home.

"So, would you like to see my little one?" Wooyoung asked, his eyes shining with pride.

"Absolutely," Yeosang replied eagerly, and you nodded in agreement. As you followed Wooyoung through the palace, your heart filled with warmth and happiness.

Upon entering the nursery, you were greeted by the sight of a tiny bundle of joy, swaddled in soft blankets and sleeping peacefully. Wooyoung's face lit up as he gently picked up the baby and held it out for you to see.

"Look at him," he said softly, his voice filled with love. "He's perfect, isn't he?" Yeosang and you both nodded in agreement, marveling at the miracle of new life. Yeosang couldn't tear his eyes from the baby and didn't even want to put him back to the bed.

"Hey, give my son back to me." Wooyoung took his son back from yeosang, leaving a peck on his cheek before putting him on the bed softly. "Why don't you have children? Or do you guys not plan to have one?" Wooyoung's questions caught you off guard, causing you both not sure how to answer. Well, it was impossible to tell him both of you were still not using the same bedroom, wasn't it?

"Hmmm, yah, we plan to have a kid." Yeosang's response caused your eyes to widen, and Wooyoung was quick to notice. "Oh, sister-in-law, we have something important to discuss. May you please leave temporarily?" he said with a sly grin. "Yah, sure." You were left wondering what they were up to, perhaps a private discussion on the progress of the two countries? You returned to your room, filled with doubtness.

—---

Night descended, you had already bathed and waited for Yeosang for hours, yet he had not returned. "What could possibly be taking him so long?" You whispered, embracing the plush pillow and shifting on the luxurious bed. It was boring.

"Y/N?" The door creaked open, revealing Yeosang's gentle voice. "Sangie~" You promptly rose from the bed and hurried to his side, inquiring softly. "Is everything alright? Are you tired?" Yeosang shook his head, a smile gracing his lips.

"Hey, Y/N. May I ask for your assistance?" He imitated the way you asked him, grabbing your sleeve slightly.

"What can I help you with?" You let out a chuckle and replied to him softly.

"Can we have a baby?"

"Wh─What?!"

"I'm not joking, Y/N." His voice suddenly shifted as he stepped forward, but not harsh at all. "I want to have a kid with you and build a family." He took your hands in his, whispering softly. "Of course, I won't force you if you don't─" You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, silencing his words.

"I want to, too." You whispered under your breath, giving him a smile. Upon hearing your answer, he kissed you back with all his love and tenderness, picking you up to the bed. Your tongues danced together while he nibbled and explored your mouth gently. "Take off your dress and wait for me for a second. I can't let others see my wife." He pecked at your cheek after parting from your lips.

You let out a chuckle and obeyed his words, watching him to lock the door and close the curtains. "You took off too slow, y/n." Yeosang walked to you while taking off his clothes, exposing his muscular form. "Then you help me." He gripped your chin to claim you into a hungry kiss, making a soft moan left your lips.

His hands sneaked to your back to unclip your bra; his lips trailed down to your collarbone, then your chest, peppering it with tender kisses. Yeosang sat up straight and turned you over, smoothly pulling down your panties and also his pants, caressing your round buttocks. "Don't be too loud, darling." He spanked you with such a force, making you gasp at pain and bite your lips.

"You don't want others passing by to hear you, right?" Again, a sharp slap on your ass. You buried yourself in the pillow to suppress the lament. "Good girl." He lifted your pelvis up, guiding his tip to rub your soaked hole. "Baby, please." "Yah, yah, don't be impatient." You opened your mouth as an O shape as he eased into you. He started with a slow thrusting but the warmth and the sensation of being squeezed were too amazing to hold back. He needed faster and deeper.

"Gosh, you suck me in so well, dear. I may not last long if you keep doing this." With one hand settled on your pelvis and another gripped your nape slightly, he pulled back a little bit and slammed into the deep quickly, hitting your sweet spot without any error. "Yeo…yeosang~" A feeling of numbness soon filled the whole body, your moaning mixed with the skin slapping sound as if it were a beautiful melody.

As Yeosang gracefully settled onto the bed, you felt the mattress give way beneath his weight. With a strong arm, he pulled you onto his lap, his chiseled chest pressing against your back. "Oh god I love this." You murmured, leaning into his embrace, allowing him to shower your neck with a trail of tender kisses. "You like it?Wooyoung was right then," he whispered. "He has taught me well." As he nestled into the curve of your neck, his breath quickened, and he peppered your skin with delicate kisses, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

His gentle touch traced the contours of your thighs, while his other hand glided from the tummy to collarbone, exploring every inch of your being, pausing at your bosom and applying a soothing pressure. His thrust was slow but powerful, you couldn't help but moan so loud each time his hard tip collided with your soft flesh.

"Wanna cum?" "Ye─" Before your words fully came out from your lips, he pushed you down and flipped you over. "Then we need to go faster." "What?" He raised your legs and positioned them on his shoulders, delving even further. The gratification elicited a pleasurable moan from you. "So deep, sangie~" "Feel good, right?" He rolled his hip into you quickly, his cock could go so deep and deliciously rub against your tight wall.

"Harder, harder, please." "Don't regret what you ask for." He shifted your legs aside, causing you to reflexively bend your knees. Taking hold of your arms, he pressed his lips against your crimson mouth, then plunged into you with the ferocity of a wild animal. The fervor this time surpassed all previous encounters.

"Sang…Sangie!!Slow…slow…down…oh my!!" The blend of agony and ecstasy elicited loud moans from you, intermingled with muffled cries of the man's name hovering above you. Despite the bed's protests with each tremor, neither of you cared, only chasing your own peak.

"Cum for me, cumming mess on my cock, darling." You squirted on his fat cock before his warm seed filled you literally full. Both of you struggled for breath with open mouths, but none of you wanted to leave each other's arms.

"You okay?" "Yah." You cupped his face as he gently tucked your hair behind your ear. "So, that's why you come so late?" "Yes cuz I want a baby." Yeosang's cock twitched inside you as he let out a chuckle, making you whine at overstimulation.

"Baby, do you want round two?" He thrusted deeply one more time, causing you to throw your head and curl your toes. "Hm?Tell me, darling." He reached even deeper this time, not pulling out until you responded.

"Give me one more time." You caressed his cheek, drawing him in for a fervent kiss, and he resumed his vigorous movements. You engaged in this delightful act not just once, but thrice. He made love to you until the break of dawn that you couldn't keep awake in the morning, or I should say, the whole week. This was not an exaggeration. Your waist was so sore that you couldn't even straighten it.

"Hey, my dear?" Yeosang whispered softly, close enough for you to feel his warm breath against your skin.

"Hmm?"

"Tonight, we..." He gently caressed your stomach and planted a tender kiss on your temple, causing you to grasp his wrist to halt him. "NO. I'm tired."

"Hmm? What do you mean? I mean we move together after we go back to our palace. Don't you want this?" He gazed at you with a pitiful expression, resembling a wounded puppy.

"No...uh..." You couldn't help but find him utterly endearing. "Sure."

"Love you, darling." He enveloped you in a loving embrace, nuzzling your neck.

"So that we can make so many babies."

"Wait?What─?!"

And, Gold bless you, you finally get pregnant.

[scrompsautobotsrchives]

Hello! You could write with Bumblebee ROTB where he and the reader are good friends and the autobot team receives a threat that includes hurting the reader, Bee becomes alert and watches over her, that with every little thing the reader does he looks at her, or every time For the reader to turn around, Bumblebee looks away because he doesn't want her to know that he is being overprotective of her because they are both good friends.

I saw your post about applications being open :D (Sorry if the wording is wrong, I'm using the translator) have a nice day <3

Protection squad

No need to apologise anon, I think I understand what your asking for so here you go :D. Word count:716

You always looked forward to after school. It always meant that you could hang out with the Autobots. Bee, especially, is super excited for you to burst through the doors. He patiently waits for 3PM to ring. Just like that, he immediately saw you, trying so hard to stay still, he was just so happy to see his bestie after 6 cruel hours.

It had been fairly quiet back at the base of operations, with Optimus keeping an eye on any Decepticon activity, Mirage then heard Bee's engine as you entered the building.

"Sup y/n" He saluted you two from where he sat.

"Hey mirage, What's been happening ??" You said as you got out, Bee transforming back.

"Nothing much, Primes' got his optics locked in tight on some cons that have been getting cozy a little too close" He gestured so and so, You all haven't noticed any form of Decepticon activity ever since the trio crashed onto earth, But Optimus was always way too cautious.

"They do best to stay away, But we're keeping an eye on it" Optimus turned his head briefly to look down and greet you before going back to the screen... A message then popped up on the screen, a voice message, it started to play a little bit crackly before Optimus finally got it stable enough for it to be clear.

"This message is for Optimus Prime... We are aware of your team's location, and your human contact..."

You looked up at the screen when it was said about a human contact, surely it couldn't be you could it... "Who is it ??" Optimus held a hand out to you gently so he could continue listening.

"We are prepared to take action, If you do not surrender yourself. Your human is on the line..." The message ended there.

You and the Autobots looked at each other, Ok you were now fully scared. How did they know of them and you... Optimus frowned slightly, but bee was also very worried.

"How do they know ??" You looked up at them.

"Cons..." Mirage muttered.

"But they couldn't have found you guys already, whoever sent that has to be bluffing... right ??"

"So our enemies are closer than we have had anticipated... we will keep an eye on you and find our intruders, Bumblebee I want you to keep an eye out for y/n" He looked at his commrade.

"Yes sir..." The radio flicked as he made a salute gesture.

Bumblebee was not going to let any con hurt you, no matter what. But along the way you began to notice how protective he was... sometimes even to the extreme, He parked a little closer to the school doors, following you to your weekend job, Hell even when you had to go to the bathroom he got nervous !!

You knew Bee was just trying to look out for you, But you needed to have your space as well. It's also been a couple weeks since the message... But he still hasn't let up. Every time you turned around, he would always distance himself and feign what he was doing. What him ?? He wasn't looking, tapping his digits together and looking away ooh a butterfly.

"Bee I know your looking at me..." You sighed

He whirred a little and turned around a bit more, shuffling and flipping up his doors to shield the sides of his face. "No you don't..."

You frowned a little and gently walked to him, placing a hand gently on his digit. "I know you want to keep me safe buddy... But this... is a little extreme..."

He whirred sadly, He just wanted to keep you safe, he didn't want to let any Decepticon hurt you... He didn't want to lose the one thing that helped him with his time on earth, He was doing it cause you were his best friend.

"I know..." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to hug him, nice and tight. "But I'll be ok... I promise" You gently placed your hand on his cheek as he leaned into the touch. "Keep... you... safe" the radio flicked as he happily nuzzled his free cheek against yours.

Bee will keep you safe for as long as he lived, always.

Taglist: @callofdudes

[steddiealltheway]

Thinking about Steve on this Mother’s Day.

He comes home and notices a familiar van parked in his driveway, but no one is in it. It’s strangely eerie, and Steve knows that Eddie usually waits for him, but maybe he’s in his backyard.

Steve goes to his front door and tries to unlock it but notices it’s already been unlocked. Okay. Time to get the bat.

He runs back to his car and grabs the nail bat out of his trunk. Maybe Eddie’s just playing a prank on him, but he can never be too sure. He makes his way back to the front door and slowly opens it.

Oh.

There are balloons covering his place and he can hear shushes and some giggles. “Hello?” Steve asks playing along a bit. But he also wonders who all is there.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” A chorus of people shout uncoordinated as they jump out from behind things.

Steve takes a moment to take in all the kids, Eddie, and even Robin staring at him in anticipation.

Steve doesn’t know what to do except laugh. He’s close to tears as everyone approaches him and Eddie decides to turn the moment into a group hug.

“How did you get into my house?” Steve asks as he squeezed in the middle.

Dustin replies loudly over everyone else, “Eddie broke into your window! It was so cool!”

As the group hug breaks apart with a few people - Max - pretending like they’re too cool for it, Steve makes eye contact with Eddie and who looks as proud as he was when he hot wired the RV. He’ll have to lecture him again about not breaking into his house, but that will come later.

“How did you guys get out of your own Mother’s Day celebrations?” Steve asks.

“We told them that we were keeping our gifts for them at your house and had to stop here before coming back,” Dustin says excitedly.

“Hey, Dingus, that wasn’t your plan. Stop taking credit for it,” Robin says looking like she’s holding back from hitting him on the back of the head. She turns to Steve and continues, “Don’t worry, the gifts stayed at Eddie’s house before being moved to mine after careful consideration.”

“I told Joyce what we were doing,” El says looking at Will with some concern before turning back to Steve. “But she made you a cake.”

“That’s where it came from?” Mike asks. “Shit, she’s gonna tell my mom. She’s going to tell all of our moms.”

“Shit! Abort mission!” Dustin yells and runs and hugs Steve. “Bye Steve! Happy Mother’s Day!”

The other kids run out the door saying quick goodbyes to Steve. When the door closes, Steve looks back at Robin and Eddie and asks, “Did they grab the gifts for their moms?”

Eddie and Robin look at each other then rush to the front door and open it in time to see the kids raiding Eddie’s van and getting their bikes out of the bushes they were hidden in. “I’m going to say yes,” Robin says.

“Be careful!” Steve yells as they bike away somehow managing to hold their presents and biking at the same time. As El climbs on the back on Will’s bike and they take off, Steve sighs, “When do I have to tell them they’re getting too old for that?”

“When you teach El how to ride a bike, Mom,” Robin laughs and nudges Steve. “But hey, I have to head out, too,” she hugs Steve and says, “Too bad there isn’t an Aunt’s Day.”

“I’ll drive you back,” Eddie tells Robin as she salutes him and walks to his car.

Steve does his signature mom stance and looks at Eddie. “Did you plan this just so you could break into my house?”

“Hey, who said I planned this,” Eddie says with a wide grin. “But if I did, then no, that was not the sole intention of this. Plus, Dustin was the first to say we should briefly celebrate Mother’s Day with you, so it really wasn’t all me-”

Steve cuts off Eddie with a hug. “Thank you,” he whispers as Eddie squeezes him a bit tighter. When they pull away they stare at each other for a few moments.

A loud car horn interrupts their moment. “Come on love birds, I need to go!” Robin yells.

Steve curses her under his breath then smiles at Eddie. “Better head out.”

“I’ll be back after I drop her off. And hey, there’s a surprise for you in your room. Happy Mother’s Day,” Eddie says with a bright grin and walks towards his car.

“Wait!” Steve says and hesitates as Eddie turns around, “Does this mean we have to celebrate Father’s Day with you?”

Eddie laughs loudly as Robin groans. “Absolutely!” Eddie replies as his laughter dies down and he gets in the van.

Steve waves at them as they take off. Once they’re out of sight, he takes off up the stairs to his room. He opens the door and spots a pile of poorly wrapped gifts on his bed then a note that says “CAKE IS IN THE FRIDGE” with a poorly drawn smiley face on it.

Steve takes a moment to collect himself and he whispers under his breath, “You’re not going to cry about this.” He pinches his nose and smiles as his vision slightly blurs.

Even with how brief the visit was, it absolutely made Steve’s day. “Happy Mother’s Day to me,”Steve laughs as a tear escapes down his face.

He really loves his kids.

[muffinbeliever]

Green with Envy

The reader is flirting with a guy for a case, and her boyfriend Dean is not happy about it.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: SMUT !!!! obv lol, thigh riding, choking, use of sir, degrading, hmmmmm that might be it lol

A/N: hello hello hello my lovelies its kinktober y'all know what that means *wink wonk* please enjoy this little smutty one shot with our favorite daddy dean (except in this he isn't daddy he's sir) this was written for @candy-coated-misery0731 per request

Masterlist 

Dean was pissed. He was beyond pissed. 

He was absolutely furious. 

You could feel his piercing eyes glaring at the back of your head. Twirling your hair in your fingers, you nodded along to whatever the guy in front of you was saying, throwing in a flirtatious giggle every now and then just to add to your performance. Internally, you huffed at your boyfriend’s obvious annoyance. 

It wasn’t like you wanted to talk to this guy— he was over-confident and loud— you just had to distract him long enough for Sam and Dean to grill his friend about the recent deaths in town. But seeing how Dean was standing in the corner, gritting his teeth, you assumed the brothers determined only one of them would be needed for the job.

The man across from you (you couldn’t recall his name… was it Jackson? Jasper? Whatever.) placed his hand on your arm, and you realized you had zoned out. 

“Did you hear what I said?” He asked. His breath reeked of alcohol, and you wanted to cringe away from his touch, but you had a job to do. You swallowed your disgust and flashed him a sultry smile.

“Sorry, I was focused on your arms. Do you work out?” You feigned interest as you placed your hand on his bicep, and he smirked while flexing. 

“Yeah, I lift,” he said, smugly. He glanced at your empty glass sitting on the bar and frowned. “Another round?”

You shook your head. 

“No thanks, I have work in the morning,” you said, politely hinting that you wouldn’t be spending the night with him like he had hoped. 

“Oh come on! Just one more drink wouldn’t hurt,” he encouraged, and with a sigh you caved, figuring that if you’re going to be stuck with him for God-knows-how-much longer, at least you’d get a free drink out of it. 

“Alright, sure,” you agreed, resigned to your duty of the night. 

As he hailed down the bartender, your eyes swept through the room, finding your boyfriend still brooding in the same corner. His eyebrows were tightly knit and his lips were slightly pursed. His arms were crossed over his chest; his arm muscles bulging in his black t-shirt without even trying. His dark green eyes met yours from across the bar, and you flashed him a smile. He raised a single eyebrow in return. 

You knew that look. 

You were fucked.

The bartender slid you a glass filled with amber liquid, presumably whiskey, but you weren’t sure. You thanked him and threw it back, knowing you’ll need it later when your jealous boyfriend decided to confront you. 

The man across from you laughed and saluted you with a cheers before throwing his glass back as well. Suddenly, he was a lot closer than before, and you stood in shock as he reached out his hand, placing it on your cheek, and wiped at your bottom lip. You jerked from his touch, not at all pleased with his straightforward style. 

“You had some whiskey on your lip,” he explained before he leaned in closer. “Would you have preferred I kiss it away, instead?” 

Before you could say anything, you felt a firm hand clasp your shoulder and you were pulled away from the man in front of you and straight in to the familiar broad chest of your boyfriend. 

“H-hey!” The man sputtered, confused as to what had just happened. 

Dean ignored him and held your hand tightly in his. 

“Y/N, we’re leaving,” he said quietly but firmly in your ear. His low voice was laced with anger and jealousy, and you hated to admit that it turned you on. Whether it was the liquor you practically inhaled or the dark promise of what was to come, you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

“But I was having fun,” you said with a pout. “And Sam isn’t even done!” 

His eyes hardened even more at your disobedience, and he spun you towards the door. 

“Let’s go. Now.” 

With a dramatic sigh, you waved at What’s-His-Face, and he waved back, perplexed. You led the way out of the bar, Dean’s steady hand against your lower back. 

The cool breeze hit you like a breath of fresh air, but you had no time to appreciate it, as Dean was already opening the passenger door to Baby, and you got in without argument. Without a word, he started the car and backed out of the driveway. His knuckles were white as he gripped the wheel, not quite speeding back to the motel, but definitely making a hasty exit. 

“What about Sam?” You asked, sighing when your boyfriend clenched his jaw and kept his eyes on the road, ignoring your question. “Dean, look I—”

“Be quiet.” 

His words were soft but demanding, and you couldn’t help the rush of excitement that swept through your body. You did as you were told and crossed your legs to provide some friction to your heated core. The last time Dean was this upset, he had spanked you so hard that you had bruises on your ass for a week. You watched as the night scenery flashed by, hyperaware of the rumbling vibrations of Baby’s engine that seemed to send sparks through you with every bump in the road.

He sharply pulled the car into the parking lot and you were quick to unbuckle your seatbelt. Dean, on the other hand, took his time, making you impatient for what was to come, but you knew better than to complain, so you kept your mouth shut and waited for him to guide you. 

He got out of the car first, before making his way to your side where he stiffly opened the door. Ever the gentleman, he offered you his hand, and you took it, climbing out of the car. 

It was silent as you entered your room, and you were thankful for Dean’s foresight of getting a separate room from Sam this time. You placed your bag on the bed, and Dean took a seat on the armchair facing you. His legs were spread and he looked leisurely, like a king, but you were not fooled. There was anger brewing in his eyes. 

“Strip.” 

This time, you knew better than to argue. You started with your top, crossing your arms over your body before slowly pulling it off. Your breasts bouncing as they were released. You unbuttoned your jeans before shimmying them down your legs. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your thong, and slowly pulled it down, turning around and bending over as you did.

Before long, you were fully naked, and Dean drank your body in with hungry eyes. He shifted in the chair, and you noticed his pants were tented where he had grown hard watching you strip. Without another word, he spread his legs even more and patted his leg. Understanding his request, you sat on him, your legs on either side as you straddled his thigh. 

His leg was thick and hard under you, and you couldn’t help but press down further, creating friction between your clit and his jeans. His arm shot out and his hands wrapped around your throat, restricting you from grinding against him anymore. 

“Did I say you could move?” His voice was low. Menacing. 

“No,” you whimpered quietly, shaking your head. He tilted his head and tightened his grip around your throat.

“No, what?” 

“No, sir,” you choked out. His tight hold relaxed slightly, and you inhaled deeply. 

“I’m not happy with you, Y/N,” he stated simply. 

“I know.” Your voice was shaky, partly from his grip and partly from your bubbling excitement. 

“You know, do you? And what exactly do you know?” 

“I shouldn’t have been teasing you like that, sir. I’m sorry.” 

He chuckled darkly, and his other hand came to rest on your waist, shuffling you around, knowing it only made you more desperate. 

“Teasing me? You think this is about you teasing me?” 

You nodded quickly, causing him to chuckle more. 

“This is about you parading yourself around the bar. Acting like a slut,” he hissed, pulling you closer towards him to whisper in your ear.

“Like you aren’t mine.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter with every word, whimpering from his intoxicating smell and touch that surrounded you. 

“Tell me, Y/N, did you like when he touched your arm? And when he touched your lips that are only meant to be wrapped around my cock?” His thumb traced your bottom lip with a soft reverence that contrasted with his anger and rage. His hand tightened around your throat once again.

“Answer me.” 

Immediately, you shook your head. You hadn’t enjoyed it. Not one bit. 

“No, sir.” 

He slowly began to rock your hips against his thigh, pulling you flush against the denim so you could feel the rough fabric. 

“No? And why should I believe a whore like you?” He muttered into your hair as you ground your hips against him faster, whining and closing your eyes as you felt sparks in your toes moving up towards your core. Suddenly, you were stilled, and your eyes shot open. 

“I asked you a question. You seem to be having trouble answering those tonight.” 

Still dazed, you shook your head. “Yours. I’m only yours, sir. No one else’s.”

“Only mine?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Prove it.” 

And with that, he sat you back down on his thigh. His large hand that was still wrapped around your throat tightened again, and you moaned as you rode him. Your hands gripped the arm of the chair and his thigh, steading yourself. You ground your hips against him and the room filled with your moans and whimpers. 

“That’s a good girl. Wanting to prove to me that you’re my whore, and my whore only.” 

You gasped when a sharp smack was delivered to your ass, speeding up your pace as waves of pleasure rolled through you, faster and faster, until you reached your peak, your body shuddering against his as you came with a wail. 

Spent, you slumped against his clothed form, a slight sheen of sweat covering your body. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and you mumbled nonsense tiredly into the cotton of his shirt. He chuckled at your tiredness.

“You’re not getting out of this so easily, sweetheart. We’re not finished yet.”

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[nervocat]

I already saw someone writing this but I wanted to try to see your take on it.

What about Neuvillette x Melusine reader? (Of course platonic relatioship) Where Neuvillette meets male Melusine who is visibly taller with, maybe, darker colors than other female Melusines? I just find this idea very interesting (⁠^⁠^⁠) (Get well soon 💙)

★ 📝 — notes: I wanted to actually do something like this a while ago with a Melusine reader but just never got to it with my other ideas l liked more, and I'm almost 100% sure which other writing you're referring to. I like how you interpret how a male Melusine would look like too, and ty ^^

I also may have gotten a little too carried away with this so that's my bad, I hope it's still good though

       — word count: 534 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none , translations: salut - hi/goodbye (somewhat informal) — ✦

                     " A Male Melusine and Neuvillette "

     Neuvillette loved the Melusines, all of Fontaine knew that, and he knew pretty much all of the Melusines by name, so when he came across you, he was slightly confused. You were.. a male Melusine?

     When he saw you, you were communing with another Melusine and you looked visibly taller with darker skin colors than the females. When you were done with your conversation, he walked up to you and you turn around, smiling at him.

      "Hello, Monsieur Neuvillette!" Neuvillette smiles at this, moving his hand to rest on your head, giving you little pats.

     "Hello, and what would your name be?" He asked, moving his hand away.

     "I'm [name]," you reply, turning your body to him. Neuvillette nods.

     "Well then, [name], why don't you tell me about yourself?"

     You happily obliged, smiling while doing so. You and Neuvillette eventually start to walk around Fontaine, you explaining how you seem to be the first and only male Melusine, confirming Neuvillettes guess. After you two met and separated to go your respective ways, you guys meet more after that. You mainly talked with him while out on the streets, but you sometimes helped him with other things like sorting papers or delivering stuff to him, and it seems he took a liking to you.

     He didn't like the other Melusines less, don't get him wrong, but just the fact that you were a male Melusine interested him and it seemed like you two almost had something like a 'father-son' relationship. The other Melusines were quick to notice with all the miniscule details they can see, but weren't mad at all. They just smiled and moved on, no envy present.

     Whenever you greeted him or said goodbye, saying something like "Salut, Monsieur Neuvillette!" He would reciprocate it with little head ruffles or headpats while smiling and saying the hi/goodbye back. He would also give you headpets when you did something for him or whenever he felt like it. You also followed him around when you could, sometimes rambling to him about things while he listened. Onlookers, Melusines and Humans alike, would always have their day brightened at the sight.

     One time he even picked you up and held you while you were sad, and it became a habit whenever you were sad and he'd sit down somewhere with you in his arms. Whenever he was sad, you'd hug his torso while looking up at him with a frown.

     "Neuvillette..?" You murmur, your mitten-shaped hands holding onto said man. He looked over and sighed, the rain outside easing slightly.

     "Yes, [name]?"

     "Are you alright?" You ask as he sets you on his lap, since he was in his chair.

     "I am simply not at my highest right now-" he was cut off by you hugging him and burying your face into his chest. He smiled and hugged you back, resting his face on the top of your head and the rain stopped soon after as Neuvillette forgot his worries for a short while.

     Long story short, you and Neuvillette have a close bond, and with you two being different from the society you're from bringing you closer together. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

[sweetiesicheng]

ateez - home

seonghwa x reader; the rest of the guys are close to y/n too

word count : 6,745

this is the most i’ve written for one writing, and i hope everyone likes it ~

-

the first phone call doesn't go through. the second call doesn't go through. you try a different phone number, but it doesn't work. you try another one and hope once again.

this call finally goes through. "hello?"

you cough, "san. i need help," you manage to speak. "please. just please help me," you cry.

"y/n, i...i can't help you," san says to you. both of you know you're not supposed to be in contact.

you're sitting on the ground in an alley. a light flickers off and on. the smell of alcohol and trash is pungent.

"i can't call an ambulance. you know that," you say to him. "i'm screwed, san. you know i wouldn't call if i wasn't desperate," you add.

"you went off on your own again?" san asks. you hum to answer. "y/n, you're not with anyone anymore. why would you go fight people when no one can protect you?"

"i need money. i can't work a normal job. i can't live a normal life," you say to him, "i can't live like this anymore. i don't know what to do." san doesn't reply, making you check the phone to see if it died or ran out of minutes. you still have a lot of time and enough battery left. "san?"

"i'm sorry, y/n. you can't come back."

the call ends without any proper salutation, leaving you feeling hopeless.

it takes awhile for you to push yourself up from the ground and leave the alley. it's became apparent to you that you should at least find shelter.

the area of the city you're in is controlled by a rival mafia. the nearest territory that you can go to belongs to ateez, a group you used to be apart of. however, you were disowned after a stupid incident.

you're deep into the enemy territory. at least an hour and a half away by foot until you could get out of the side of town you're in. unfortunately, members of the rival mafia are still looking for you. you're praying to whoever that you stay alive just long enough to get out of the territory.

—

after awhile, you lost track of time, but you end up in a church, laying on a bench. you only wanted to rest a bit since you needed to try to get out of the territory as fast as you could, but almost everything in your body is in pain.

as you lay there, you hear a door open and freeze. you have your jacket covering most of your head to block the few lights that are on and hope that it's just someone who runs the church passing through. if it isn't someone who works in the church, then you hope whoever it is will think that you're homeless.

the person's steps are clear and crisp. it doesn't take long for you to realize that the person is walking closer and closer to where you are. you continue to stay still and hope that they will just walk away.

unfortunately, the person stops near you. you can hear them sit down on the bench since it squeaks.

"let's go, y/n," san speaks.

"why did you come?" you manage to ask after waiting for a few moments.

all of a sudden, your jacket is taken off of you. you shiver since it's cold and notice san right next to you.

"i'm not heartless," san answers. "you know all of us care about you, but we both know that you're supposed to never be seen with any of us ever again."

you stay silent for a few seconds before speaking, "i'm sorry..." you mutter.

san looks at your almost curled up form, noticing the cuts and bruises on your arms. he's afraid to check for any other injuries despite wanting to make sure you're okay. he takes your jacket off of his lap and halfheartedly tosses it on you, landing on your torso.

"let's go," he repeats and stands up. he starts walking away from you.

you put your jacket on and throw the hood on. you hope he didn't see the cut on your cheek, caused by a higher ranked enemy days ago. it'd only make him worry more. you stand up from the bench and follow san out of the church.

you expect to see san's car right outside, but you see yunho's car instead. yunho leans against his car, and you accidentally lock eyes with him. you quickly look away but see unfamiliar cars down the road.

yunho opens the back passenger door while san gets in the front passenger seat.

"ignore them," san instructs you before closing the door. you do so and get in the car. yunho walks around to get in the driver's seat and immediately drives off when his car starts up.

"they're following us," yunho mentions. you look through the rear view mirror and see the two cars.

"they'll probably stop once we leave," san says to him.

you look out of the window until yunho drives out of their territory. the other cars stop following you after some time. he passes through a shopping district as well as financial district before making it to ateez's territory.

"where have you been staying?" yunho asks you.

"a hostel," you answer. "it's near the train station."

"we'll bring you there, okay?" he says to you. you don't respond, but yunho starts driving in the direction of the hostel.

when you reach the hostel, the car stops right in front of the building. you open the door and get out, not even bothering to say anything to san or yunho. you close the door and start walking toward the hostel, digging into your pockets to find the money you had stolen earlier.

"give me a minute," yunho says to san as they watch you approach the building.

"yea," san replies.

yunho gets out of the car and hurries over to you. "y/n," he calls out and you turn to look at him. "do you need more money?" he asks.

"i have enough," you answer.

yunho looks at your form, finally noticing some bruises on your neck and a cut on your face.

"take this," he says, reaching into his pocket to take his wallet out. he pulls some cash out. "buy some bandages and ointments, okay?" he says.

you realize that he's noticed your injuries and look down at the ground. "don't. i'll be fine," you say and turn around. "i'm sorry," you apologize before walking into the hostel.

yunho just watches you, making sure he can't see you anymore before returning to the car. san had been watching both of you from inside the car, knowing that this probably wouldn't be the last time they would see you.

"she got into another fight," yunho says to san, even though he knows san had talked to her earlier. "there's a cut on her face. she wouldn't even let me give her money for bandages."

"drive, yunho," san instructs. yunho sighs before driving away from the hostel. "why would she call us again? if boss finds her, she'll be dead."

"maybe we should leave—"

"you know it's not that easy. most of us owe our lives to him. both of us do," san interrupts with a reminder.

—

"where were you?" wooyoung asks when san enters the room.

"out," san simply answers and heads to a liquor cabinet in the room. "anything happen while i was gone?" he asks.

"no orders, but me and mingi might go mess around with whoever we can find downtown," wooyoung replies. "wanna come with?" he offers.

san pours a bit of bourbon into a glass. he shakes his head, "not tonight. you guys be careful out there. borders are being watched," he says.

"thanks for the heads up," wooyoung replies and stands up from his seat on a couch. "see ya."

"see ya."

san sits down on an armchair with the glass of bourbon still in his hand. he takes a few sips at a time before taking one last gulp and puts the now empty glass on a side table.

i'm sorry.

—

yunho stands outside on a balcony, feeling guilty. he hopes that you'll be okay and hopes that his boss, your former boss, won't find out about tonight's interaction.

he takes out a prepaid phone from his pocket and calls the phone number for the prepaid cell that you have. he knows it by heart, just like all the other phone numbers you used to have. after all, he's the one that had paid for the prepaid phones in the past.

"hello?" a guy speaks.

"who is this?" yunho immediately asks, confused as to why he hears a man's voice instead of yours.

"sorry, but your friend sold this to me," the guy says. "needed the money."

"you know y/n? is she there?" yunho asks.

"don't know her name. is she the one with the scar on her face?" the guy asks.

"is she there?" yunho asks again.

"nope. took off after giving her jacket to another kid here and paying off her stay. listen, i'd help but i wanted to call my kids before the minutes run out," the guy says.

"thanks for the help," yunho says before hanging up. "fuck," he curses out loud before texting hongjoong, saying that he needed to go out again.

once he gets the okay from hongjoong, he leaves the mansion and drives back to the hostel. it's really late into the night, so he hopes he can find you quickly. when yunho makes it to the hostel, he starts walking around the streets looking for you.

eventually, he finds himself at a pier, seeing boats lined up and lamps illuminating the boardwalk. he starts walking along the boardwalk but stops when he sees people lined up to get onto a boat. he looks and realizes that you're one of the people trying to get onto the boat.

—

"y/n!" you jump when you hear you name called and whip your head to see yunho running towards you. "what are you doing here? why aren't you at the hostel?" he questions.

"i...i can't stay there anymore. i owed them money, i didn't have enough to stay another night," you answer before looking at the person who runs the boat, hoping they'd wait for you.

"what are you doing here at the pier?" yunho asks.

"to work somewhere..." you answer.

yunho looks at the people on the boat and starts dragging you away.

"yunho, stop!" you yell at him as he pulls you with him. "stop it!"

when you make it back to the street, yunho grabs your shoulders. "i'm not letting you get onto that. who knows what you would have to do! i can give you money. why didn't you let me give you any?" he questions you.

"what am i supposed to do, yunho? i can't keep asking you for anything. i was just going to work on cargo ship," you say to him. you're panicking, trying to figure out what went wrong. did the guy call yunho's number? did yunho call the prepaid phone number?

"you're going to be stuck in the middle of the ocean for god knows how long. i'm not letting you do that," he says. "you're coming with me. i'll make sure boss doesn't find out."

you start to freak out even more, "what? yunho, stop. what if he's there? i can't go to the mansion with you."

"look at you! you need medical attention!" he yells at you. "boss isn't even in the city right now. it'll be fine for a few days. i promise," he says in attempt to persuade you.

you think to yourself for a second before speaking again. "are you sure?" you ask, finally giving in.

yunho hugs you tightly, "yea. i'm sure."

—

"it's been awhile," yeosang says to you while he treat your wounds. you look at the ground, too afraid to look up at him or the solider in the room. "leave the room," he instructs the solider.

he had sensed your hesitation the instant yumho had brought you into the room. you tend to show fear in your face when you're scared. all of the guys know that.

the guard leaves but the hesitation still doesn't leave you.

"y/n, it's me. you don't have to tense up around me," yeosang says to you. you continue to stare at the ground, leaving yeosang to sigh. yeosang cleans up your wounds and wraps them as necessary.

the room is silent. yeosang focuses on making sure your wounds are taken care of. it pains his heart to see anyone he cares for look like this.

"seonghwa knows you're here," yeosang mentions. you tense up and yeosang notices. "calm down. you can stay here for now. i want to make sure you don't get an infection from any of the cuts. don't worry about anything else."

"thanks," you finally speak up.

yeosang looks at you and gives you a small smile, "anytime."

—

"i've never seen her look so small before," wooyoung comments as he and jongho stand by the bed. wooyoung places a bowl of food covered with foil onto the nightstand.

the two had gone to the room you're staying in to check up on you and to bring you a meal. however, you were asleep when they had walked in even though it was already morning.

"yunho said she was at a hostel but left because she didn't have any money left," jongho mentions.

"she doesn't work?" wooyoung questions.

"she's probably too scared to work. i would if i was her. if someone recognizes her, she'll get attacked," jongho says to him before reaching over to move the blanket so its covering some of you. not too much because he knows you get hot quickly. "think seonghwa knows she's here?" he asks wooyoung.

"he knows. he keeps tabs on her," wooyoung replies. "let's go eat. i'll cook more food."

the two leave the room, but once the door closes, you open your eyes. it was impossible to sleep, not because of wooyoung and jongho, but because of the situation you're in.

you move around a bit before sitting up. you turn but immediately jump when you see hongjoong leaning against a wall in the room.

"how long have you been in here?" you question him.

"i came in right after wooyoung and jongho left," he answers. "sorry."

you shake your head, "it's okay." you carefully take the bowl off of the nightstand and take the foil off to see the meal wooyoung had made. it's been a long time since you had a meal cooked by him. "i'm sorry for coming back," you apologize.

"yunho and san filled me in," hongjoong mentions. "i'm fine with it, but boss won't be happy if he finds out. you can't stay here forever."

"i know," you reply. "i'll leave as soon as i can."

"just focus on getting better while you're here, and don't pick a fight with anyone. i'll make sure the soldiers follow orders," hongjoong says before leaving the room to let you eat in peace.

hongjoong walks out of the hallway and heads downstairs. walking down another hallway, he goes into a room and finds seonghwa and mingi in the room. mingi looks at a map while seonghwa goes through some files.

"already planning on taking out people?" he asks seonghwa.

"huh? we are?" mingi asks, turning around to face away from the map. he holds a marker in one hand and a piece of paper with information on the other.

seonghwa takes a sip of his iced tea before placing the glass back onto the table. "just the ones that hurt her," he replies to hongjoong, referring to you.

"you should go see her, hyung," mingi says to him.

"not until this is done," seonghwa immediately replies.

hongjoong sighs and walks over to sit next to his friend. "where should we start?" he asks.

—

it's been a few days since you came back to the mansion. you've tried to stay clear of any of the guys, but you ended up talking to most of them. they've received a few orders to handle from the boss, so sometimes you've been left alone in the mansion. the few soldiers that you don't recognize had kept their mouths shut of your arrival. after all, gaining loyalty is better than death for the lower-ranked soldiers.

most days, you spend your time in the room. you've gone back and forth to the infirmary and the kitchen just for checkups and meals, but you have been feeling a lot better. bruises have changed colors, indicating healing. some of the cuts have completely scabbed over. your body doesn't feel so sluggish either.

after another day, you lay on the couch in the room.

i should leave soon. boss will find out eventually.

as you think about where to go after you leave the mansion, you hear the door open. you close your eyes and stay still, not wanting to talk to whoever it is.

"hi," he greets.

you open your eyes, knowing that you couldn't avoid this. "what do you want, seonghwa?" you ask.

"am i not allowed to see my girlfriend?" he replies to you.

"ex-girlfriend," you clarify.

"it wasn't by choice. we never officially broke up if you think about it," seonghwa says to you.

"don't remind me," you say and turn away from him. "don't remind me of what a screwup i am." you sound defeated and it makes your ego and heart sting.

"you're not a screwup, y/n. that night just didn't go as planned. boss made everything worst than it should have been," seonghwa says to you.

you turn over and sit up to face seonghwa. "everything was pinned onto me, seonghwa! everything!" you yell at him. tears start falling down from your face, "i have the police against me. i have my family against me. i have an entire city against me. i'm glad you're okay, alright? but you don't know what it's like to be right now. to have your whole life flipped in a split second."

seonghwa sits down on the floor in front of you as he listens to you.

"i have no where to go and no one to rely on. every night, i have to hope that i won't be hurt or killed. you know how many times i've seen some of our soldiers? do you know how many times i've had to run away from them?" you say before swallowing hard. "i was going to leave months ago," you mention, "but part of couldn't leave. and i think it's...because of you." you look straight at seonghwa.

"me?" seonghwa speaks.

"i just wanna be home again," you say to him as more tears fall down, "with you, with the guys."

seonghwa pulls you down from the couch and into his arms. you cry even more in his arms while he holds you tight.

he starts to cry just from hearing you cry. all he wants now is to have you back, but a clear passage is nonexistent.

"i'm sorry, y/n. i should've done something to help you," he apologizes to you. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry i couldn't protect you."

the night lingers on as you and seonghwa hold each other. both of you don't want to let go since it's been a very long time since you held each other. it's as if both of you are afraid this won't happen ever again.

you don't know what will happen to both of you. only the future will tell.

—

"what the fuck do you mean they're gone?" wooyoung asks yunho.

"i checked y/n's room, and the room was empty. hongjoong said seonghwa wasn't in his and no one has seen him since dinner. but his car is still here," yunho answers as yeosang runs into the room. "hey."

"hey," yeosang huffs out. "i checked some of the stashes, we have some stuff missing but it's disposables. nothing that we care too much about."

"what about the stuff in seonghwa's room?" wooyoung asks.

"hongjoong said some clothes were missing, but he couldn't check everything yet," yunho answers.

"did something happen to them?" yeosang asks, "what if something bad happened?"

"guys," the others turn to look at jongho, who stands on the other side of the room. he looks at the text on his phone screen, "boss is here."

the announcement makes them scared. if a nail was dropped, then you would be able to hear it hit the floor.

yunho takes a deep breath in and out to help calm himself. "hongjoong will handle it. you guys keep looking for them," he says to them. the four of them start to leave the room together before yunho's phone rings. he answers the call, "what?"

"meeting. now," mingi states.

"now?" yunho questions, causing the other three guys to stop and look at him. "i'll be there," he says and hangs up. "you guys go," he says to the three.

yeosang nods, "yea."

yunho starts walking down the hall and reaches the meeting room. he knocks on the door before allowing himself inside, where he finds many capos, but more importantly...boss.

"have you found him?" boss asks.

"no, we haven't," yunho answers. "we don't know where seonghwa went." yunho steps forward to stand next to mingi. next to him is hongjoong and san is on the other end.

the boss sits at the table with his feet on the table. he puts his hands together and eyes all of them. "hongjoong, are you hiding information from me?" he asks. of course he's not buying the fact that one of his best men just disappeared.

"no, i would never," hongjoong answers. "if seonghwa left, then he's gone. he's the best of the best."

boss picks up a small stack of the papers from the table and looks over them. "you boys have been doing good work. keep it up. we'll be expanding our territory soon," he says and stands up. boss walks around the table and starts heading out. someone opens the door for him, but boss waits a second. "find him," he instructs before leaving with most of the members.

once the door is closed, san lets out a deep sigh.

hongjoong walks to the table and turns around to lean against it. "anyone have any leads?" he asks.

"i'll send groups out," mingi says.

"i'll go to the borders. see if i can fish any information out of people," san says.

"good. go," hongjoong says to them. san, mingi, and the rest of their soldiers leave the room with mingi already giving instructions out. "you got anything?" hongjoong asks yunho.

"the others are checking on stuff," he mentions before approaching his friend. "they'll tell us as soon as possible."

"yea, i know," hongjoong replies.

—

days turn into months, and almost an entire year has passed, yet the guys hadn't received a single word from seonghwa. it's clear that he disappeared with y/n. all of them know that, but they have been worried since boss paid multiple visits to them. although, not even the boss's closest capos could find seonghwa.

life remained normal for the guys. they had to keep your presence unknown or else. seonghwa was mentioned a few times, but soon became an afterthought for the boss. however, seonghwa and y/n were never an afterthought to the guys.

after some time, the guys leave town to take some time for themselves. there are plenty of people to watch their territory, so a week or two wouldn't hurt so much.

"ooh, she's hot," mingi says as he holds his sunglasses up. he looks at a girl who is with two other girls, walking down a street.

"we just got here, and you're looking for a girl already?" jongho questions as he pops a button on his shirt open.

mingi sets his sunglasses on top of his head, "can't blame me for it. she is hot."

"is the beach house nearby?" yeosang asks as they stand on a street. the town is lively but safe enough for them to walk in the streets. there aren't too many cars around either.

"yea, we can walk there," hongjoong answers yeosang.

"you know, if you had let us bring electronics, then you could just use the gps like a normal person," wooyoung says to their leader.

"since when were you normal?" san says, taking a jab at wooyoung. wooyoung almost slaps san but decides against it while san laughs, earning a fist bump from yunho.

"it'll be nice taking a break from the world," yeosang says, throwing his arm over wooyoung's shoulders. "no one calling, no orders."

"hey, hyung. the beach house is yours, right?" jongho asks.

"huh? yea, bought it once we started making money," hongjoong answers. "this is where i'm retiring when we finally get out of everything."

"sounds like a dream," yunho replies. "need a roommate when we're older?" he asks.

"why would i want to live with you?" hongjoong replies as he starts walking, gesturing for the others to follow him.

all of them bicker as usual but reach the beach house within a few minutes.

"this place is nice!" mingi comments as he heads straight for the front door. "you've been hiding out on us, hongjoong."

"it's not hiding when you never asked," hongjoong replies and tosses the house keys to yunho, who catches them with ease. "once we unpack, let's check the town out. i haven't been here in awhile, so stuff is probably different."

"okay!"

"cool."

"this is a nice area," jongho comments while looking around the street. it's mostly beach houses lined up with plenty of space around them. a few people walk along the sidewalks, either heading to the beach or back into town.

"jongho, come on! we gotta check out the beach!" wooyoung yells at the youngest from the front door.

"we're gonna be here for like two weeks. we have plenty of time to go to the beach," jongho replies and starts walking towards the front door with his duffel bag in hand.

—

a light breeze goes through the sun room as you wake up from your nap. you open your eyes and look at the beach in the backyard. waves crashing against the shoreline. the sandcastle you had built yesterday no longer exists, but you aren't surprised.

you get up from the couch you had been napping on and go to one of the windows. you slide the window open and take a deep breath in and out, basking in the warmth.

"baby?"

you turn your head to see seonghwa walking in. he runs his hands through his hair to make it more presentable.

"let's go out. we need to check up on the store anyways," seonghwa says to you.

"sure," you reply with a smile, earning one back from him.

you close the window and grab your sunglasses off of a side table. you and seonghwa leave the house together and start walking into town.

"we should get some ice cream later," you suggest. seonghwa holds your hand as you two walk.

"that sounds good to me," he replies.

you two walk into town and greet people that you know. who would've know that you would've gotten better at talking to people after living on the island for this long.

"y/n, seonghwa, come by some time, alright?" an owner of a small restaurant says as you pass by their store.

"later this week. we promise," you reply. "tell your wife we said hello!"

"i will. take it easy now," they say before talking to some people coming into their restaurant.

seonghwa chuckles, "so i guess i know where date night is for this week, huh?" he says to you.

"it's been awhile since we've been there," you say to him and you turn into another street. "we should visit them more."

"we need to visit everyone more," he replies.

you walk a bit more and make it to the small beachside restaurant both of you own together. seonghwa walks in first with you following behind him. both of you say your greetings to the regulars and your workers as you pass them.

"i'll make us something to drink," you say to seonghwa and wash your hands at one of the sinks behind the bar.

"put extra ice," seonghwa says to you. you nod your head and start making drinks for you and him, talking with customers and your workers. seonghwa walks over to a table and sits down with some guys that frequent your store. "hey guys."

"man, it's been a second," one of them greets.

"did you guys just get back from another fishing trip?" seonghwa asks.

"yea, got a great looking tuna while we were out there. i'll bring some over to you," another guy says.

"thanks, man. that's nice of you," seonghwa says.

suddenly, you appear at the table and hand seonghwa a glass of iced tea.

"thanks, baby," he says to you. you reply with a hum and smile before returning to the bar top.

"you guys have adjusted real well, and this place is doing good too," one of the guys says. "you guys really deserve the best."

seonghwa smiles, "everyone on the island has been nothing but nice. it's because of you guys and everyone else that we have been doing well," he says to him. "cheers," he adds with a smile and clinks glasses with the fishermen.

—

"i already want to move here," yeosang says as all of them walk down a street together. because the time they arrived, it’s already getting close to night time, but the sun still hasn’t set yet. "i think i will move here."

"i'm glad i'm great at finding islands," hongjoong says while looking around. "one of you guys pick somewhere to go eat at, or we could pick up groceries and one of you cook at the house."

"this is our vacation. i'm not cooking," wooyoung replies.

"hey, how around over there?" yunho points to a restaurant. it's clear that there are plenty of customers inside, but it looks like a cozy place to eat at.

"if they have room for all of us," mingi speaks as they approach the store.

all of them walk into the restaurant, looking around for a table since it seems that they didn't need to wait for a server. they find a giant round booth to sit at and easily fit in.

there are already menus on the table. some of the guys grab menus while others look off of someone since there aren't enough. they start discussing what to order since everything seems appetizing.

after a few minutes, server walks to the table. "can i get you fellas started with something?" he asks them. "we got some great drinks, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic, and some new specials," he adds and grabs a smaller menu from another table with the specials.

san picks up the smaller menu, passing it to jongho after a second.

"got any recommendations?" yunho asks him.

"oh for sure. the "getaway" and "paradise island" are my favorite drinks. i like them without alcohol, but i can't tolerate anything higher than a hard seltzer," the server says before laughing.

"oh, this looks good," jongho comments.

the guys make their drink and food orders, and the server leaves to put the orders in.

"this is nice," san says while looking around the restaurant. the restaurant is full of regulars with a few tables of tourists if he were to guess. "kind of feels like the bar we like."

"the beach makes it better," wooyoung says while looking outside.

—

"hey, someone grab more glasses. we're running out," you announce while making a drink for a customer.

"already? i just grabbed more!" one of your workers says while carrying an empty ice bin.

"well i need more, so get a move on already," you say to him. both of you smile at each other as he goes into the kitchen to grab more drink glasses for the bar.

"need help with orders?" seonghwa asks, leaning against the end of the bar where workers can walk in and out.

"yea, sure," you reply and pour a drink into a martini glass. "here you go," you say to the customer as you push the drink towards her.

you rinse out some of the shaker cups and other tools while seonghwa gets started making drinks for some of the tables. you look over his shoulder and see the table he is working on.

"do these," seonghwa says, pointing at the written ticket.

you nod, "okay."

both of you finish making the drinks and put them on a tray for one of the servers to take to the table.

"should we head out soon?" you ask seonghwa while cleaning up behind the bar. "they'll be fine without us. if anything, we're probably in the way."

"it's because you are," one of your bartenders says to you. you bump your hip next to hers while she just laughs in response.

"we need to figure out dinner," seonghwa says. "want to just eat here tonight?" he suggests.

"yea, that's fine," you say to him. "let me finish cleaning."

"just go already," the bartender says to you. "i got it, y/n. you pay me to do this," she reminds you.

"it’s fine! it’s not a lot," you reply with a laugh.

"i'm going to go around the tables," seonghwa says to both of you.

"you're taking your workers's jobs again," your bartender says as she grabs a bottle of liquor.

seonghwa laughs as he goes around the tables. a few hours have passed since you two came to the store. both of you didn't mean to stay this long, but both of you are happy to be at the restaurant.

"nice to see you," seonghwa says as he passes by a table of locals. "i'm going to come by tomorrow to buy flowers for y/n. get some prepared for me."

"you got it," the florist replies before returning their attention to their friends.

seonghwa talks to more locals, getting stopped one after another.

the atmosphere is so lively, so precious, so different from what life used to be like for you and seonghwa. it's a life where you're both truly happy.

—

"today was a good day, don't you think?" you ask seonghwa.

he nods as he finishes off his fries from the burger he just ate. "yea, today was good." he takes the empty plates and reaches over to throw them into a dishwashing bin that is near the table.

you look around the restaurant, waving at the few locals that get your attention. being here makes you happy. the restaurant has shown how life is precious, and you're grateful to be where you are now.

whenever you're at the restaurant, you tend to give free drinks out, but only to the people who seem like tourists. its not often that people visit the island, but you hope the simple gesture makes their visit to the island even more special.

as you scan through the patrons, your eyes stop on one of the booths. you almost start tearing up but smile at the sight.

"baby, what is it?" seonghwa asks you.

you gesture for him to look, "look for yourself."

seonghwa looks over and ends up on the same booth that you're looking at. you watch his expression change a few times before ending on a soft smile.

then, he looks at you, "freebies?"

you laugh, "you read my mind."

—

"we're getting more food?" hongjoong questions.

"i'll split the bill. i'm still hungry," san says while looking at a menu.

"i want another drink," mingi says. "was yours good?" he asks yunho.

"yea. it was really good," yunho replies.

"excuse me," a server comes up to the table with drinks on a tray. "these drinks are on the house. no alcohol in them, but they're pretty darn good," she says and places the drinks on the table.

"for us?" jongho asks in question.

"oh perfect timing," mingi cheers in excitement and grabs a glass.

"from our owners. we appreciate you guys coming in today," she says before walking away with the tray against her torso so it isn't in the way of others.

"this is so nice of them," jongho says and passes a glass to san.

"it really is," hongjoong says and takes a sip of the drink. "oh wow," he comments.

"okay, i seriously am moving here. i don't care anymore," yeosang says and puts his drink glass on the table.

hongjoong looks around the restaurant. there's a bunch of people still. all of the patrons enjoying their conversations and meals. he takes another sip of this drink, finding the taste similar to something he's had in the past. he continues to look around the restaurant but stops after a second.

"i should've fucking known."

he gets out of the booth with stares from the rest of the guys. hongjoong approaches a table where two familiar faces sit at.

"i fucking knew it," hongjoong says to the two. "an iced peach tea with strawberry syrup and blueberries."

"it's been awhile," you say to him, taking a sip of the same drink that was just mentioned.

seonghwa stands up, holding his hand out to hongjoong. hongjoong doesn't take it but instead hugs him, and seonghwa hugs him back.

"welcome home," seonghwa says to him.

moments later, an onslaught appears and both you and seonghwa are engulfed in hugs. "hyung! y/n!" you can't hide the smile on your face as you hug your family for the first time in a long time. it's like everything is back to normal.

"welcome home," you say to each of them after every hug.

—

"where did you guys go afterwards?" yeosang asks. all of you sit at the booth together.

"i got a car from those kids hanging out in the construction lot. we drove for hours out of town," seonghwa starts, "we didn't know where to go, but i remembered about this place," he says, indicating the island. "hongjoong wouldn't stop talking about it after all," he adds, earning a chuckle from the leader.

seonghwa has his arm wrapped around you while you lean against him. "we were pretty lost when we came here though," you say to them. "took a second, but we found a new life. it's kind of old fashioned, but honestly, it's great."

"boss was serious about looking for you, but he stopped asking about you," yunho says to seonghwa. "we kept everything under wraps, but he stopped caring. the territory expanded a lot since you guys left."

seonghwa nods, "well, boss has his ways," he says. "i had to leave. we had to leave," he emphasizes.

"we get it," mingi says to him.

"yea, we'd do the same," wooyoung speaks up. "we're just glad to see you guys again."

"seonghwa said that there would be a chance we would see you guys again. we just didn't know it'd be sooner than later," you say to them. "we're really happy here. we have nothing to worry about anymore."

"how'd you get off the grid?" jongho asks, knowing he had tracked everything he could months before.

"i had cash saved up. dumped everything in my name and bought new ones. you know how it goes," seonghwa answers.

"last i heard, one of you got rid of all my stuff when i was kicked out," you say to them.

"...sorry."

you chuckle at san's response, "it's okay. i have what i need now." you look up at seonghwa and he looks at you with a smile.

"come on, let's get out of here. fun hasn't even started yet," seonghwa announces and gets out of the booth.

"it's late," hongjoong says to him.

"don't act like an old man now," seonghwa replies with a grin.

"let's go!" yunho cheers.

all of you leave the restaurant and go into town to show the guys around. there are plenty of places still open and plenty of people having fun still.

you and seonghwa walk hand in hand.

"love you," you say to him.

"love you, baby."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just the Two of Us: Table for Two

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you meet someone you never expect at the grocery store.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“It’s not exactly coffee,” Steve says as he sits across from you, setting down a cup before you. “Pumpkin cream, special delivery.” 

“Oh, sorry, I guess I should’ve mentioned. I don’t do much caffeine. It makes me jittery,” you explain. 

“That’s fine. I don’t have it very often. Don’t really need it...” he flicks the side of his own cup. “The serum, you know.” 

“Serum...” you say. 

“Oh, uh, it was the stuff they gave me to make me the way I am,” he sits back, pressing his palm against the cup. 

“Right, right, sorry. I guess I forgot.” 

“Forgot?” He echoes. 

“Yeah, I mean, just that... I mean yeah, you’re Captain America but I just... I guess...” you can’t quite organize your thoughts. “Also, you’re Steve, the guy who is sworn enemies with self-checkout machines.” 

“Wow, we’re already joking about that?” His brows arch. 

“No, no, I’m not joking,” you say with a sly bat of your lashes. 

“Huh, you’re not as nice as you look, are you?” He clucks. 

“I have been taught to respect my elders so I’ll just agree,” you say. 

He stares at you and for a moment, you think you’ve gone too far. His blue eyes stick to you, pale yet vibrant, and his jaw is chiseled and perfect. You gulp. 

He laughs before you can apologise, He shakes his head, “you got me. If you hadn’t swooped in to help this geriatric, I’d still be fighting that scanner.” 

“Well, I got a leg up. I used to stand behind one of those daily. I’m sure if I was given a shield, I couldn’t do much with it,” you grin. 

You lift your cup and blow over it, taking a sip of the cream. Mm. The spices aren’t too strong or anything. 

“Maybe not but there’s all sorts of ways to save people. To help them,” he says. 

“I guess,” you agree and look around. “This place is nice. You been here before?” 

“Nope. Gotta be honest, I try to keep to myself. Public places aren’t exactly--” 

“Oh my god, I knew it!” A shrill squawk makes you flinch. A girl appears in a pair of thick-framed glasses like cat eyes, tugging along another by her wrist. They look about your age but colourful. She sports a rainbow jacket as her friend wears a polka dot dress. Their accessories are all novelties from various nostalgic sci-fi shows. 

“Captain,” the woman salutes. She is an adult after all, yet you feel she’s a bit childish in the way she stands agog of the man across from you. 

“Hi,” the other waves shyly. 

You hide behind your cup. You feel like an intruder on the moment. And you can tell by the tic in Steve’s cheek that he’s uncomfortable. Still, he turns to them and smiles. 

“Hello, how are you?” He asks. 

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” the girl in the rainbow jacket fans herself, “we’re like your biggest fans. I can’t believe you’re here.” 

The other one giggles. 

“Would you like me to sign something--” 

“Can we get a picture? She blusters over him.  

He keeps his picturesque smile and nods. He stands as the girl looks at you, “hey, you, do you wanna like, take our photo?” 

You blanch but get up. Steve glances at you with a glint of concern, “you don’t have to--” 

“I don’t mind,” you assure him as she hands over her cell. “Everyone squeeze in.” 

You step away from the table and aim the lens at the them. The unicorn horn on the phone case makes it difficult to angle. Steve stands between them as they flutter with joy. 

“Now say cheese,” you say. You click a few frames and lower the phone, “here, think I got some good ones.” 

You give the woman back her phone and she greedily checks the pictures. She squeals and shows the other. Steve sits as you go to join him at the table. 

“So, like, are you dating her?” The rainbow-adorned woman bats her eyes behind her lenses. “Because I heard you were with Sharon Carter and you two broke up on your last mission.” 

“Jamie,” the other girl whispers. 

“Sharon’s a work colleague. And a professional,” Steve insists, kind but blunt. “You two have a great day. It was nice to meet you.” 

“I don’t believe you,” she insists. 

He dips his chin and shrugs, “well, then I’m sure I can’t say much to convince you.” 

“So, you were dating,” she accuses. 

“Excuse me,” you intone. “Hi,” you give a small wave from your side of the table, “I’m not trying to be rude but we were in the middle of a conversation.” 

Steve says your name quietly, “you don’t gotta--” 

The girl raises her phone and snaps a picture of you before you can say anything else. Then she takes a step back and takes one of both of you. You frown as Steve stands. 

“Hey, what are you doing?” 

“No one ever told me you were an asshole,” she sneers. “And a liar. I’m going to put this all over Tiktok. And Insta.” 

Your heart races as you stare at her phone case. That was so strange and uncalled for. “Can you please delete that?” 

Your voice is drowned out by her rant about her socials. Steve crosses his arms, “I’m telling you to leave, right now.” 

“Oh, Captain, what are you going to do?” She sticks her tongue out. 

“Please delete it,” you say again, still unheard. 

“Now,” he growls. 

The girl’s taunting smirk falls from her lips. Her friend yanks on her arm and they both flee. You stare after them, mortified. You hide behind your hands as you measure your breaths. It’s fine. A long shot. You’re just paranoid. 

“You okay? I’m so sorry. I shoulda warned you,” he says. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just... I don’t really... go online. Like I don’t share my picture,” you lower your hands slowly. “She didn’t even ask.” 

“I’m sure she has all of five followers,” he scoffs, “hey,” he reaches across the table. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I can’t--” you exhale and rein in your nerves. “That happen a lot?” 

He shrugs. 

“Wow. I couldn’t do that. I already knew you were brave but that is a lot. And you were so nice, despite that attitude,” you shake your head. Suddenly you realise why he was so uptight when you recognised him earlier. 

“Thanks for trying to help,” he says, “it’s a habit of yours, isn’t it?” 

“Big help I was,” you tut. 

“Well, if you weren’t here, it would’ve been awful but it’s not so bad.” He smiles as he considers you, “you told them to go away so nicely and you didn’t have to.” 

“Yeah, I’m not one for confrontation but that was pretty intense.” You say. 

“I should keep you around,” he chirps. “Like a bodyguard or something.” 

You laugh, “okay, now you’re making fun of me.”