#im never introducing fire boy to him if i can help it

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ i heard - ʟɴ4 ☆

✿ lando norris x influencer!reader (everyone gasped)

✿ lando norris has a crush on a certain influencer and his friends are on a mission to help him get the girl

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yn

📍los angeles, california

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yn sun kissed 🌞

landonorris first

landonorris 😍😍😍

⤷ maxfewtrell 3 heart eyes??

flowers444yn what tf is lando norris doing in my gf’s comments?

lando.norizz he’s never beating the norizz allegations

alexandrasaintmleux let me take you out on my boat girl 🤤

⤷ charles_leclerc You mean my boat?

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux go away

⤷ yn i’ll be waiting 😉

zendaya Simply stunning 🤩

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jacobelordi 😍

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hearts4lando how do the wags know her?

⤷ ynsource she’s been invited to a few races by ferrari and mercedes so the wags must’ve introduced themselves there

judebellingham Beautiful 😍

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⤷ yn 🥰

⤷ landowantsrizz STOP POOR LANDO CANT EVEN GET A LIKE 😭

lilymhe damn girl let me wife you up 🤤

⤷ yn please do 😫

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yn

📍monaco

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yn monaco will always have my heart

landonorris first

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landonorris can i have it next?

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alexandrasaintmleux need your hair 😍😫

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gigihadid i miss you gorgeous 💓

⤷ yn i miss you more 💘

francisca.cgomes why not the picture of you double cheeked up? 🤤🤤

⤷ yn kika 😭😭 please

pierregasly can i have my shirt that i did not know was missing until now back?

⤷ francisca.cgomes no she wears it better

⤷ pierregasly wow ok then.

michaelbjordan 😍

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⤷ yn everyone SHUT UP IM GLITCHING

⤷ landolovesyn poor lando 😭😭

landonorris please just give me one chance

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⤷ yn 😭😭

⤷ landonorris i’ll take that as a maybe 🥰

carlossainz55 I would like to apologize for lando’s behavior

⤷ yn nothing to apologize for, it’s cute

⤷ landonorris 🤩🥺🥰🤤😫😍😎🥳😱

⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t mind him, he doesn’t interact with women much…

⤷ yn i could tell

⤷ landonorris 😕😞🖤💔😖😪😢😣😔

⤷ oscarpiastri He’s genuinely tweaking rn

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landonorris

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landonorris 🩷💜🤍💙🩵❤️

yn who’s all those hearts for?

⤷ landonorrris you. only you. always you.

charles_leclerc Lando looking for y/n

oscarpiastri Lando wondering where y/n is

alex_albon lando wondering what y/n is doing

alexandrasaintmleux lando thinking how to get y/n’s attention

georgerussell63 Lando thinking of y/n

carlossainz55 Lando thinking about all the gifts he’s could buy for y/n

lilymhe lando wondering how y/n slept

francisca.cgomes lando thinking of ways to impress y/n

maxfewtrell Lando wondering if y/n thinks he’s cool

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yn

📍 somewhere in monaco

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yn party of 1

landonorris first

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landonorris can i make it a party of 2? :)

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⤷ yn i wouldn’t mind ;)

charles_leclerc I heard lando norris saved a family of 6 from a house fire the other day

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux yeah i heard he also saved the family’s 3 dogs too

carlossainz55 Lando norris bought me a new custom ferrari yesterday

maxverstappen1 Shoutout to my boy lando norris for letting me win all those races your a real one mate

alex_albon I heard lando norris tipped 700 dollars for a 10 dollar coffee last week

oscarpiastri I heard lando norris bought 1000 dollars worth of food for a homeless shelter in Miami last year

⤷ georgerussell63 I heard he also donated a bunch of clothes to

lilymhe i heard lando norris payed for everyone’s meals at a restaurant last month

⤷ carmenmmundt Yeah I heard he does that all the time

⤷ francisca.cgomes i heard he gave 1 million to a small business today

danielricciardo Lando norris actually bought me my house

lewishamilton Lando norris bought my dog a thousand dollar blinged out collar

donatella_versace Donatella VERSACE💜

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landonorris replied to your story

first 😁

yn as always honey

carlossainz55 replied to your story

does that party of 2 include a certain brit?

yn i don’t know who your referring to 🤔

lilymhe replied to your story

that bitch stole my girl

yn like you weren’t helping him 😭

carmenmmundt replied to your story

My little girl is growing up on me 😓

yn omg shut up 😭

francisca.cgomes replied to your story

that muppet better treat my girl right

yn don’t worry kika he will

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story

ask him to buy you red bottoms i bet he will without thinking about it

yn stop he probably would 😭😭

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yn replied to your story

you’re so cute

landonorris your the cutest 😉

you’re*

landonorris i’m sorry. you’re the cutest*

charles_leclerc replied to your story

Your welcome, I started that whole thing

landonorris thank you mate it’s very much appreciated

pierregasly replied to your story

Don’t trip mate

landonorris to late. i knocked on the door to her apartment and she invited me inside cause she was looking for her earrings and i tripped walking inside. and i did not catch myself in time.

your supposed to have fast reflexes mate 😭

landonorris yeah all that went out the window when i seen her

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story

you better not let her touch any door handle, pull out her chair, hold her hand, give her your coat, and don’t let her peak at the bill

landonorris i wouldn’t dream of it

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yn

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yn i heard he ended world hunger or something?

landonorris first

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landonorris sum slight yk

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landonorris your so yummy baby 😍

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charles_leclerc Once again, your welcome

⤷ yn no thank you

lilymhe damn does he not know how to keep his hands to himself?

⤷ landonorris you wouldn’t be able to if she was yours

francisca.cgomes i could treat you better

⤷ yn come over 😏

⤷ francisca.cgomes omw baby

⤷ landonorris oh!

⤷ pierregasly you get used to it

⤷ alex_albon over time you’ll just start to ignore it

⤷ charles_leclerc At a certain point you’ll have a good chuckle about it

⤷ georgerussell63 You learn to live with it

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landonorris

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landonorris i like when it’s you & i

yn first

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yn 🤍🤍🤍

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yn i like it too honey

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carlossainz55 You did it cabrón 🥳

⤷ landonorris i manifested this shit

lilymhe cutest 😍 y/n not lando.

⤷ landonorris hatin for what 🤣🤣

danielricciardo Lando norris did it

⤷ charles_leclerc He got the girl

⤷ arthur_leclerc crazy son of a bitch

alex_albon bro beat the norizz allegations

⤷ georgerussell63 I guess it’s time to retire lando norizz 😞

alexandrasaintmleux she was mine first.

⤷ landonorris and now she’s all mine 🤤

maxverstappen1 This calls for celebration!

⤷ pierregasly to the club!

oscarpiastri I already can’t stand you two

francisca.cgomes she curved michael b jordan and jude bellingham for a white guy…

⤷ landonorris stay mad 🥱

mclaren Welcome to family y/n! 🧡

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[iheartzegras]

different type of love -jack hughes

request: @your-mom369 14 and 18 with jack?

prompts: “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” and “what’s the matter? you can tell me”

requests are still open, and my prompt list is pinned!

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you and jack had been best friends since the first grade. inseparable really. you both never left each others side, no matter the distance between you two for hockey, you still talked daily.

it all started when you had moved to toronto during the summer. you just so happened to become neighbours with the soon to be familiar boys. as your parents were taking the boxes inside from the van, you saw jack and his brothers playing outside. jack particularly caught your eye because of his energy. you were normally a shy girl, but he really did look like he would be a fun person to stick with.

a couple minutes later you felt a tap on your shoulder. standing behind you is the boy that interested you the most. he held out his hand and introduced himself. “hi. im jack, i live next door!” he said while grinning like a fool. “hi, im y/n” you shyly said. “it’s okay, don’t be shy! wanna be friends?” “yeah sure!”

that one small introduction, lead to a lifetime friendship. after that day, the two of you, occasionally his brothers that you found to be quinn and luke, would always play after school. even at school, the two of you would stay by each other’s side the whole time.

fast forward until now

ever since you and Jack became best friends, his family invited you to the lake house every year. this year in particular you were extra excited because you got to see jack. you hadn’t seen jack since he moved to new jersey for hockey.

after packing your things, you began your drive to the lake house. it was quite a long drive, so after making some stops on the way there, you finally arrived. it looked just the same. the deja vu coming back every time you came.

waking inside you were greeted by luke and quinn who both yelled “y/n!” at the same time. although your bond with jack was seemingly better, you also were incredibly close to the pair of brothers as you practically grew up with them. you were like a sister to them, and they were like your brothers.

as you walked into your designated room, it was refreshing. everything still in its place from last summers events. this space was your comfort place. the smell of the room just like your perfume. you plopped right on your bed, and before you knew, you were dead asleep.

you were harshly awoken by a tall figure jumping next to you on the bed. with your vision blurry you tried to see who it was. looking a bit closer you realized, it was jack. oh how you missed him too much. you practically jumped into his arms and giving him the most loving hug you’ve ever given.

“jack!” “y/n!” the two of you yelled in synch. you both dove into another hug, but this time with passion. that was new. to say that you haven’t thought of you and jack being a couple, was a lie. you definitely have, but you brushed it off because you felt as though it would never work. maybe some old feelings were being brought back up.

later on, after dinner, some of the other friends showed up. trevor who you had grown close with greeted you with a big hug and then whispered something into your ear. “so, you and hughesy? i think you���ve got something going on” to which you replied with “what, where did that come from? and no, we’re just friends.”

all of you were sitting by the fire roasting some s’mores. everyone was busy, but you couldn’t help but replay what trevor said to you earlier. could jack feel anything or was he just joking? do you like jack more than a friend? too many things crowded your mind as you tried to relax but couldn’t. you needed to be alone to gather your thoughts.

“hey guys, im gonna head off to bed. goodnight!” you announced and hugged each of them. when you got to your room, you had changed into some shorts and an old t-shirt. you got into your welcoming bed and tried to doze off.

after hours of trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t. you had been restless all night and nothing helped. you decided to sit on the deck to see if the cool night air would help.

opening the door to the deck, you stepped outside and quietly shut it. you took your favourite seat that you had claimed to be yours, and sat down. you had gotten all trapped looking at the stars that you hadn’t noticed that someone had joined you. “what’re you doing out here all alone?” jack asked. “nothing, just couldn’t sleep. that’s all.”

too much silence had been happening for your liking. you look over at jack and said something truly bold. “have you ever thought of us as something more than friends?” you asked. he responded with “yes, actually. why? what’s the matter? you can tell me.”

after more silence you quietly said “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” “pardon?” he asked you to repeat. “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” you repeated louder.

jack was astounded. he wasn’t upset though, because secretly he had felt the same way all along. he paused for a minutes before responding again. “thank god. i couldn’t deal with the pain of being just friends for any longer. i’ve liked you since we were sixteen and skating laps around the rink holding hands.” he admitted. “really?” “yes. y/n, this is a big question, but will you be my girlfriend?” “yes of course jack!”

the new couple sat happily next to each other before jack took you inside to get some rest. the two of you cuddled for the rest of the night.

your childhood friendship had blossomed into something much more passionate and loving. as a small child, you would have thought such love would be intimidating and gross, but now, you feel so much more. it’s indescribable how much you feel for the man you love. it had only been a few minutes since he asked you to be his, but you already knew, he was the one.

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ahhh, omg! im in love with this fic!

this was one of my longest pieces (i’ll still try and write longer in the future)

hope you all enjoyed! 🫶🫶

[neoncat666]

hello i am insane about the suckening if you would like to theorize and talk about it with me 👍

yeah you could say im really normal over it. vague spoilers for ep 1 and 2 and more direct spoilers about ep 3

Mind you my knowledge of vtm is very limited due to the last time i even thought about it was years ago and i didn't even play it but oh my god they really got me researching on shit again and ive never wanted to see their character sheets sooo bad

i'm obviously a big fan of Arthur but like i remember when they first introduced shilo i genuinely thought it was a timeskip after emizel fuckin died and thats why they mentioned how similar they looked only to be shot out back with them outright saying theyre related and everyone has made that connection except shilo. theyre relationship facinates me so much cause they emphasize how "identical" they look so its not just a brotherly relationship but a twin relationship as well but also what the fuck lmao??? im excited to see where that goes

speaking of brothers what the fuck Arthur has (had he's probably dead now) a younger brother ??????? and on my second listen through I realize that Charlie explicitly mentions fire along with blood for the nightmare so somehow Arthur lost his younger brother that may or not be related to fire and blood and literally has nightmares every night. somehow for a loner Arthur has a weird amount of ties to other characters /j but like the fact all these characters have being seperated from their brother/family in common is kind of funny. but it also kind of brings into question on if this loss will affect arthur and how he treats the boys. he's made it clear that he's not going to actively stop them from doing stupid shit and getting hurt but he still tried to make sure that they weren't to be targeted during this supposed ambush that seems about to happen. he cares for the vampiric rules enough but also is actively fighting against vampires in general. like its easy to say he wants them alive since he's responsible for emizel and they're both the queen's sons but he's also said he doesn't care what happens to them so im curious and what he full motives are. like more of a meta thing but grizzly making sure he focuses more on the scent of an animal to feed from rather than a supernatural because emizel was right there was something. arthur says otherwise but he wants these two to stay alive whether so he can use them or not cause it seems that he has a group or even just a person who can help him if things get worse around here anyway but he doesn't just let it happen. i also wonder who this new person he's more focused on is cause it could be a few people and i wonder who the person he originally came for is too

also i keep saying arthur n deacon are toxic yaoi and when we met magnus i said that arthur now has doomed yaoi so good on him

[oldmemoria]

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ Introduction Post ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

Carrd Hey there, friendly neighborhood idiot here to introduce himself B) this looks best on a darker mode btw

✯ Basic Info:

Hey! My name is Ash, I go by he/they/cat/ghost/vamp pronouns (I don't really mind if you use some over others). I'm a minor so uh,, don't be sketchy. I'm trans. super cool. also neurodivergent. awesome. I'm an artist, a casual furry, and worst of all... emo. I'm so sorry. /j

Putting the reading thing so it isn't too big of a post, pls keep reading!!

✯ DNI (DO NOT INTERACT):

Homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemites, misogynists, TERFS (Trans Exclusionary Radical "Feminists"), SWERFS (Sxx Worker Exclusionary Radical "Feminists"). All of that sort. I don't put up with that shit. also Anti-furs, like can you guys just not for a second

LGBTQ+ Exclusionists. I'm an inclusionist. stay mad.

Harry Potter stans. You can be a casual enjoyer and interact idc but if it's all you post about I might block you.

If you're just looking to pick a fight... just don't. its tiring for everyone.

If I've specifically told you to fuck off.

Proshippers, Comshippers, and, get this, Anti-shippers. Your guy's discourse stresses me out dont bring me into that 😭

MAPs/ZOOs/Anyone who supports those. Please get help.

NSFW Blogs because I am baby.

if you have an nft pfp I will just straight up block you.

✯ What to Expect from this Blog:

Art. Lots and lots of art. mostly of OCs and characters that I my brain decides are the only thing worth focusing on <3

ON THE TOPIC OF ART: My art might contain triggering subjects such as blood, slight gore, bright colors (and effects that may cause eyestrain), Violence, animal violence, and implications or themes of s/h sui. I am not making light of said topics, art is art. I will properly trigger warning said art when needed, dw :D

Random text posts usually pertaining to fandom or just general thoughts or events I experience. I might rant here and there. who knows :3

Lots and lots of gay people (I wish they were real /j)

Catsss im a cat person

Other people's art I wanna promote :D

The occasional comment about politics, it's once in a blue moon so dw about it.

edits... perhaps....

Warrior Cats AUs for like,,, everything..

Overall just whatever I want because no one can stop me >:]

✯ FANDOMS IM IN!!

Spiderverse (I am unfortunately a Miguel O'Hara fan, but Hobie is better let's make that clear.)

Warrior Cats (I was introduced to it at the age of 9. I will never be the same.)

Wings of Fire (kind of i dont actually talk about it too much)

My Chemical Romance (also intruduced at the age of 9. I will never ever be the same.)

Gerard Way (His solo music and Comics, love him to death /p)

The Stolen Hope

Cookie Run: Kingdom (kind of... I'm falling out just a tad. Affogato Cookie deniers dni /j)

Sanrio (kind of)

Monster High (kind of)

Umbrella Academy

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

✯ Favorite Music!!

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Rebzyyx

The Cure

Foo Fighters

Green Day

Paramore

AJR

Evanescence

Jon Bellion

Glass Animals

C418

Lemon Demon

Pierce the Veil

Radiohead

Tyler, the Creator (I'm just getting into his music, thank you Tik-Tok)

Fall Out Boy

The Smashing Pumpkins

Weezer (lol look its weezer blue)

Gorillaz

Lovejoy

Mitski

Rage Against the Machine

Taking Back Sunday

Jack Stauber

Billy Cobb

8-Bit Misfits

Måneskin

Mother Mother

TV Girl

The Killers

And many mooorreeee....

✯ WEBCOMICS I LIKE

What Lurks Beneath

The Exiled

Red Stars

✯ EXTERNAL LINKS:

@ACT10N_CAT • Pronouns.page

bye bye lol

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 3 excerpt — giran takes in a stray in the form of teen dabi read full story here

They bring in a woman covered in silks, embroidered at the hem and patterned throughout the length. Her top reaches her knees, slit and loose around the hips. A matching scarf layers around her head in waves and billows over her shoulder with each step she takes, and the deep scent of oud trails behind her. 

Her eyes are dark, but they’re kind.

“Salaam, Dabi-san,” The woman's voice is soft as sleep, “My name is Seiko, and I’m here to help with the investigation. My quirk makes people tell the truth, so they cannot lie to me.”

Touya grimaces, “Ever?” 

“Ever.” 

“Wow. That’s fuckin’ awful.” 

Seiko has a warm laugh, “Why do you say that?” 

Touya shrugs, “The truth usually sucks,” and that is not what Touya had meant to say, “Can you turn it off?” 

Seiko seems to ponder for a moment, “I can... lessen the effect of my tone,” She sits down across from him and takes out a leather binder from her tote, “But even then, people can only evade my questions.” 

“Better than nothing.” 

Seiko opens her binder, and her eyes scan over whatever page she has opened.

‘Most likely questions they’d told her to ask.’ — Touya notices she has an earpiece.

The woman smiles at him once more, “Shall we start?”

Touya nods.

Seiko’s eyes glow a bright green, and Touya thinks, ‘Here we fuckin’ go.’

“How did you get involved with the League of Villains?”

Her quirk is seriously no joke. Touya tries to tell a lie — really, just for the sake of it — but the minute he opens his mouth, it feels like his vocal cords physically shut, barring any deceitful sound from crossing. 

When he tries to speak again, this time with the actual truth, it’s like that barrier was never there and Touya has this odd feeling of calm wash over him, “Giran introduced me.”

Seiko nods. 

“How did you meet Giran? We understand he’s one of the main recruiters for the League.”

Touya scoffs, “He ain’t a ‘recruiter’. He doesn’t go up to strays ‘n tell them to join this crew and that. He’s... A guy who gives broken kids a home. Give people like us options.”

Seiko holds a finger to her earpiece for a moment before addressing Touya again, “What do you mean by that? ‘Options’?”

Touya doesn’t even try to lie, “This society likes to pretend it’s civilized and progressive, but people like us, like Giran... We understand what it’s like out there, alrigh’ — it's kill or be killed. Without ‘im, I’m pretty sure I would’ve stayed in the red light district as their Freak-Show-Special, and Toga would have definitely been trafficked — maybe in prison after stabbin’ the guy that’d try.”

Touya smirks at that — takes a little bit of comfort in Toga’s bloody unhinged-ness.

“Nah, he… Giran’s closer to a hero than any of you could ever wish for,” and Touya cracks a smile, “He’s just ugly ‘n underpaid!”

The woman writes down whatever notes she needs to before looking back up at Touya with a ticked and thick eyebrow, her small smile conveying, ‘continue.’

He thinks back to a time when he was sixteen and absolutely terrified. 

“I met him at one of the bars I was workin’ at in the red light. I wasn’t a working boy, yet, but the ladies were training me ‘n I mostly stayed in the kitchen — doin’ grunt work, whatever, shit like that. Was takin’ out the trash when I saw him, Giran, hangin’ ‘round the corner. He had a nice watch ‘n I thought he was one of ‘em rich fucks that’d come in and think they own the place — own the people, and…”

Touya suppresses a shudder at the memories of that time. 

“Yeah, anyways, long-story-short, I tried to pick his pocket. Obviously, I was no good at that kinda shit back then ‘n he caught me. Thought he was gonna beat my ass, but he actually just,” Touya laughs under his breath, “He bought me a burger.”

[ Touya’s stomach feels like it’s been swelled up to his chest, he’s so full. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a meal — a proper hot one, not just a bowl of rice and canned fish. He doesn’t fault the ladies, they get the same meal, have the same weighted bags under their eyes, same sunken cheeks and jutted jaws, the same protruding collarbones and exposed ribs — ‘It’s attractive, young’un. All the rave, these days. You’ll learn.’

Touya doesn’t want to learn. He isn't keen on being taught all the ways his suffering will attract hungry hands like vultures to a carcass.

“I can offer ya a place to stay,” the man called ‘Giran’ says. 

He’s missing a tooth, a pretty important one, front row and everything. The ladies would have a field day about it, but then again, Touya doesn’t really think this guy is someone hoping to make a quick buck as a Fancy Boy. Touya wonders if, maybe, a lifetime ago, when this man was Touya’s age, he might have then considered it — selling his body for safety and sustenance. The man has sleazy eyes but his forehead is also fucking massive, but then again, if the ladies are so convinced they’ll have customers interested in Touya’s scarred and mottled skin, there’s probably some kind of market for the kind of ugly Giran is and it’s probably more booming than the one for Touya. 

It takes Touya a few seconds to realize the man is still talking.

“ — Might be a lil’ cramped with the other strays, but you gotta promise to keep it t’yerself.” 

The man is talking about a home, a home to offer Touya. But that doesn’t seem right because, “You’re a villain.” 

“Oh? Is that what they call people like me these days?”

Touya physically feels the weight of his eyebrows when he scrunches them together. There’s not much scarring on his forehead, but moving his face too much still hurts like a mother, “People like you?”

“The same category they’re gonna chuck you in the minute they take one look at ya. Geeze, what the hell happened to ya, kid?”

‘This guy’s a dick.’

“Ah, so you don’t even have a good cover story set up. What about in that bag, whaddya got?” Giran nods to Touya’s backpack, some blue ratty thing the nurse pushed into Touya’s arms, — probably from the hospital’s Lost-and-Found — before she had unlocked the back door and walked him to a cab, “Some kinda first aid, disinfectant, I’d hope. You're covered in open wounds. If ya don’t die of starvation, you’ll definitely succumb t’infection, sepsis. Ya know about sepsis?”

Touya bristles, “I’m not fucking stupid, yeah, I know about sepsis,” He doesn’t — ‘literally, what the hell is that?’ — but like hell, he’s gonna let some stranger patronize him. His father already did that enough. 

“So? Medical supplies, show me what ya got. I can help ya build a routine with what you’ve got, can probably even add t’yer lil’ collection, too.”

“Fuck off, old man! Just because you got me some food doesn’t mean I have to show you anything! And even if I don’t have it, I’ll find a way to get it!” 

Seriously, who the fuck is this guy?

Giran sighs and rolls his neck. For a second, Touya thinks the man will stand up and walk away, praying for it even, but only for a split second before taking it back because this is probably the most human interaction he’s had in a month — taking instruction from the ladies doesn’t really count. 

“Listen, kid, with that cheap hair dye ‘n a body that’s closer t’death, you’re not gonna get very far. They may call me a villain, but I’m not half as bad as the monsters that go bump in the night.”

Touya’s parents warned him to never accept offers from a stranger — ‘stranger danger! stranger danger!’ Fuyumi would always scream — but ever since that night, there’s only one evil Touya can focus on running away from, and he can’t do that by being a Fancy Boy. This province is too close to home, and he’s seen what the work does to the ladies. How it wears them down, how each and every customer views these women — these women who have tended to Touya’s injuries with nothing but gentle hands and soft lullabies — treats them like domesticated pets, something to be owned and groomed, kept in the comfort of one place only. 

It’s been days since he’s slept properly. He has his fire, he can protect himself if need be. At least, he hopes so. He hopes to the Gods this guy isn’t a monster.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

He feels like an idiot, ‘Who asks that kind of question? Anyone can utter some bullshit response.’

Giran shrugs and leans back into the velvet red cushion of the booth they sit at, “That’s somethin’ you’re gonna have ta figure out how t’do now that you’re in this kinda life, kid. Trust’s a bitch, if you get it wrong, could cost ya yer life.” 

“Oh, that’s super reassuring,” Touya scoffs, “You’re a real Good Samaritan.”

‘Gods. This guy is such a dick.’ 

Giran looks at him, and the man’s dark gaze is different now. His eyebrows don’t have that sly upward curve anymore — instead, they sit straight as a line, heavy over tired eyelids, “Have you ever trusted someone before?” 

The answer is automatic, “Yeah.”

“Were you right about them?” 

He thinks about his father and his mind screams, ‘NO!’  

He thinks about his mother, and how even though he loves her and he understands her suffering, the only answer he can come up with is —

“ — No.” 

Giran leans forward, rests both elbows on the table, and ducks down to level his eyes with Touya's, “Take a real good look ‘n take your time. Focus where my eyes are — are they flickerin’? Leerin’ towards places they shouldn’t be?” 

The weight of the man’s gaze is a bit overwhelming, but it never falters. Touya doesn’t even realize that he’d shaken his head slightly in response until Giran speaks again, “What about my hands?” 

Giran lifts and wiggles his fingers for a moment before placing them flat on the wooden table again, “Am I fidgety, trynna touch you before we’ve established any kinda boundaries? The tone of my voice — does it waver? Are any of the questions I’m asking completely irrelevant to our conversation?”

Touya takes a long moment and tries to recall every single second of their conversation up until now and he realizes that, “I — No, no. None of that, you’re... steady,” He gulps, “What if you’re just good at lying?” Touya hates how desperate he sounds. 

His father was so good at lying. 

Giran smiles sideways, “Everybody’s got a tell, kid.” 

Touya raises a brow, “What’s yours?” 

Giran barks a short laugh, “A liar is only gonna lie. If I told you, would you even know if it’s true?”

Touya’s always liked a challenge. He’s a Todoroki, after all. 

“Try me.” 

Giran considers for a moment, “I talk too much when I lie. Words just come spewin’ right outta me. Can’t help it, mama said I talked the midwife through my own birth, came upside down, I did. Feet first n’ everything,” Giran sniffs, particularly loudly, and his eyes flicker to the table quickly but he covers it up with a lighthearted shrug, leaning back against the booth in an act of nonchalance. 

Touya smiles.

“You’re lying.” 

It’s not cold in this diner, Giran showed no signs of sniffling before — he didn’t even rub his nose or sneeze afterward. Moreover, the old man never showed any aversion to eye contact this whole night until now. 

Giran grins right back and smacks the table in triumph, “Ha! Yer sharp, kid, that’s good, that’s real good. What’s the name you’re goin’ by?”

Touya notices the odd wording of Giran’s question; not ‘what’s your name,’ but instead asking, ‘what are you going to call yourself in this new life?'

Touya’s actually given this a lot of thought, “Dabi.” 

Giran fumbles with his pocket before handing him something thin and rectangular.

“Alright, Dabi, I don’t know what or if you even got a quirk, but this switchblade is the only thing I got on me at the moment. Am I lyin’?” 

“... I don’t think so.” 

“Good. Take it, mind your fingers, keep your hand on the closed side,” Giran points to what he calls ‘the closed side’, and Touya grips the silver piece gently, “Yeah, like that. See this slit? That’s where the blade’s gonna come out from when you push that button. Wait, back up a little.” 

Touya moves his hand so that the blade is clear of any fleshy appendages. He quicks a glance around the diner, but it’s so dead in here that the waitresses haven’t left the kitchen ever since bringing Touya his burger over an hour ago. 

“Alright, like I said, mind your fingers, thumb on the button, okay… Now press down,” Touya follows Giran’s instruction, and quicker than his father’s flame, a sharp blade reveals itself and points straight, “Aha! Nice, nice, ya learn fast, kid. Now you can grip it fully, blade won’t move until you pull down on that lever — that’s the lock — yeah, that, push it back inside. Got it?”

“Yeah — yeah.” 

Once the blade is safely tucked inside, Touya tries to give it back to Giran.

“Nah, keep it. Obviously, it’s good to trust your gut, but sometimes we’re wrong, right? Can’t read minds — unless that’s your quirk. But nah, if it’s not, body language is the closest thing you got, but real filthy people know how to work around that. You finished with that?” Giran points to his mostly empty dish, a few fries gone cold. 

“Yeah, I… I’m done,” Touya honestly has a bit of whiplash. Out of all the scenarios he’d conjured up when he made a swipe for the old man’s watch, this entire encounter was never something he’d foresee. 

It’s been a while since he’s felt… cared for, in a sense. Like maybe someone actually gave a shit if he were safe, instead of powerful. 

“You want somethin’ else before we head out?” Giran asks, arm halfway up to call a waitress. 

“Nah, I’m good.” 

Giran drops his hand, eyes wide, “You sure? I got stuff back at the house to make sandwiches in the fridge, but that’s about it. Grocery day is Wednesday, ‘cause of the specials, y’know.”

Touya would smile if he had the energy, but his pain medication is starting to wear off and all he can think about right now is how his seams are starting to itch, “Thanks, but I’m alright, honestly.”

Giran throws some crumpled bills on the table — definitely more than what Touya’s meal was worth — and nods to the exit door, “Let’s get a move on, then.” ]

Seiko smiles, “I see. Thank you for sharing, Dabi-san. These next questions might be a bit harder, but we need as much information as possible. If you need a break, please inform me.”

They asked everything Touya had prepared for them to ask, and still, it was one of the hardest things he’d faced in a long, long, time — calming truth quirk and all. 

“Who is Todoroki Enji, to you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse Todoroki Enji inflicted on you?”

“Can you please tell us about the abuse you’ve witnessed Todoroki Enji inflicting on the other individuals you’ve listed on your report — Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsou, Todoroki Shouto, and your mother, Todoroki Rei?”

And finally, “Can you please tell me about the attempted murder incident you have reported, stating Todoroki Enji as the perpetrator and yourself as the victim.”

He needed three breaks, telling that one. 

Eraserhead couldn’t look Touya in the eye when he brought in coffee for him and Seiko. All Might looked red around the eyes. Fuyumi… Touya only really caught a glance of her when Eraserhead opened the door to go back outside, but he doesn’t think he’d ever seen her look so guilty. Even when she planted lilies in the garden where Touya’s favorite stray cat used to roam around. 

He doesn’t want her to feel guilty, though, because just like what happened with the cat, what happened to Touya — she didn’t know.

Seiko cleared her throat before reading off the paper Eraserhead had scribbled on before he’d left, “Which heroes, besides Endeavor, do you also believe to be ‘dirty’ — criminal or immoral — and what kind of incriminating evidence can you provide?”

Touya laughs through his nose, a bull’s breath without the anger, and he tilts his head, “After I left, I still kept in contact with the ladies. They keep records of everythin’ — have to protect themselves from getting shut down or locked up. And you would be surprised how many heroes visit the red light district. And not for rescue missions.”

“Please, write them down — only the ones you have evidence against.”

Touya does so, and Eraserhead comes in to inspect the list, “… This list has over thirty names, all within the top fifty.”

“They’re fucked up lil’ freaks, too. And that’s just what I personally know.”

Eraserhead rubs at the bridge of his pointed nose and mutters something to Seiko. 

“Is this all the criminal activity you have evidence of regarding the heroes?” 

Touya scoffs, “How much time you got?” And just for flare, he uses his fingers to tick each item off.

Index, “I’ve got money launderers, they’re my favorite because it’s all just so original.”

Middle, “Sexual assault reports, you would ‘n wouldn’t be surprised with that one.”

Ringer finger, “Domestic abuse because, well, that’s my specialty, ain’t it.” 

He snorts and lifts his pinky, “Unethical funding for groups like the Anti-Mutant Association, conversion therapy, etcetera etcetera yadda yadda. Then I’ve got the Commission’s not-so-top-secret Assassination ‘n Honey-Pot unit — they really need better firewalls, for fuck’s sake, I mean, and — oh! Finally, Eraserhead yer gonna love this one…" 

Touya looks directly at Eraserhead to make sure the underground hero is paying attention before wiggling his thumb, all five fingers of his scarred hand spread wide, "I know who the U.A. informant for the League is.”

Eraserhead's eyes bug out of his head before he remembers himself. He clears his throat and sits down next to Seiko, “Well, go on.”

This is his chance. Seiko hasn’t asked him anything, so he figures he might as well try bending the truth slightly. 

Touya puts on his best smile, the one he knows looks like a cadaverous shit-inhaler, “I need one private phone call.”

Eraserhead’s eyes harden, “What.”

Touya puts his hands up, “Hey man, I didn’t know if you would make the deal. Had to keep some insurance, y’know. Your boys frisked me ‘n everything. Pretty sure that old one with the patchy beard copped more than just my lighter, if you know what I mean,” He winks at Seiko. 

The woman rolled her eyes but her fond smile softened the blow. 

“What does this have to do with a phone call?”

“I put all this evidence on a USB — remember, I told you I got guys ready to leak this shit? Well, I gotta call ‘em to, y’know, not. And then they’ll send it here.”

Eraserhead’s fingers flex on the table as if he wants to hit something — hit Touya, most likely. 

“If you tell us the location of the USB, we can retrieve it.”

“Uh, no. We signed the deal, yeah, but I don’t have a lawyer to know whether you screwed me over.” 

“Why private?”

“For their protection,” Touya says, mostly honest, “C’mon, think of it as a trust exercise. Worst comes to worst, you still got me locked ‘n loaded,” He waves his wrist around, the one with the deadly metal band. 

Seriously, though, that vein in Eraserhead’s forehead is going to burst into an aneurysm one day. 

“Seiko-san, please ask Dabi whether he’s being truthful.” 

Seiko looks at Touya, and he’s not sure what the woman sees but when she asks, “Dabi-san, do you have the intention to retrieve the USB containing evidence via making a phone call, and to deliver this USB to Eraserhead?” he could have kissed her. 

Because she didn’t ask who Touya was going to call, what else he needed to tell Giran, and he just knew the woman decreased the intensity of her voice, felt it in the freedom of his tongue. 

So he means it, says it so proudly, chest puffed and shitty stretched grin, when he answers, “Yes.”

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☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 - 𝐀.𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓 ☆

sub!armin x femdom!reader

wc: 3.3K

cw: alcohol consumption, breeding, cockwarming, choking, overstimulation, cock milking, mommy kink, modern au, MDNI

a/n: okay this is my first time writing femdom reader smut so i hope i did it justice. i also have really checked the grammer of this so im sorry if there are any errors :)

cold breeze brushes upon your face as you walk through the seemingly never-ending corridors. you take just a second to glance down at the utterly useless map of the college they gave you before you bump into something, or someone. you almost go flying to the ground but they instantly catch you by your wrist, pulling you too close to them, almost too close.

you look up at your saviour, to find eyes blue like the sky as it turns into the dark of night, dancing with little white stars begging to be shown to the world. his eyes told a story that you couldn't even begin to decipher. before you could say anything, the boy drowned you in a plethora of apologies. he checked almost every inch of you to see if you were hurt in anyway. his short blonde hair swaying as he bobbed up and down, his hands frantically searching for any sign of damage. the only thing that came to mind was 'cute'.

you assure him that you were okay before he could continue on his first aid spree. when he finally stopped and looked at you, his eyes grew wide and the faintest of pink blossomed on his cheeks. he shifted his weight from left to right before extending his hand to you. you smiled brightly before taking it. his soft skin brushed against yours before firmly grabbing onto your hand.

"armin. armin arlert. i'm a sophomore. it's nice to meet you."

his shy demeanor slowly fading away as you introduced myself to him, telling him how you're a transfer student, and a junior. his eyes almost burst out of his skull when he hears you're older than him. he starts apologizing again, asking if there's anything he can do to make it up to you. you look down at your schedule and up at him. you did need help finding where your classes were, and where the dorms were. you couldn't pass up on his offer to help you.

you showed him your schedule and sheepishly asked him if he could show you to your class. his eyes lit up with an unknown sparkle. he nods his head so many times it looks as if it's going to fall off. he eventually leads you to your first class before waving and leaving to go to his first class. armin was a breath of fresh air, you thought. a man among boys, and you liked that.

after your first couple of classes before lunch, armin had waited for you, to make sure you knew where to go next. he was so accommodating, doing his best to make you feel welcomed, safe and happy. you had no idea how big the college was until armin gave you a tour of the campus during lunch. he pointed out all the 'need to know' places as well as the 'off limits' places. he was like a mini tour guide with the cutest glasses.

after all your classes that day, armin had walked you home. he just couldn't leave you to walk by yourself, he'd never forgive himself. he used this opportunity to show you more of the college. he went on a rant about the college's history while he pointed out stuff on your way to your dorm. his eyes were bright with joy, like a kid talking about their favourite toy. you couldn't help but smile at his childlike wonder. you hoped you'd get to see more if it. after a while he turned to see you staring at him. he immediately turns away, blush adorning his neck and his ears. he sheepishly apologises for his incessant talking but in all honesty you find it endearing.

when you've reached your dorm, you give him a tight hug and the biggest smile, before running off and shouting a 'thank you!, see you tomorrow!'. he stood there, dumbfounded. he was frozen stiff. his body had betrayed him. his body was on fire and all that blood had rushed straight down. he couldn't believe a single hug from you, someone he had met today no less, has made him hard, especially this hard. he was aching for release. maybe it was your words, or the way you looked at him, but god was he flustered.

he may not want to admit it, but that night, laying in the dark confines of his dorm room, he touched himself to the thought of you. his mind and heart raced at the prospect of you massaging his cock with your small soft hands, edging him till he couldn't take it anymore. teasing him and making his whole body extremely sensitive before his whole body gives in. he was a whining and sweaty mess, fucking his hand till he came so hard it left his body twitching. not once had he cum that hard before, and it was all your fault.

for the next month, your routine was the same as always. armin waits for you outside your dorm, you walk to classes together, eat lunch with him and his friends, he walks you home and ,without fail, he fucks his hand to the thought of you. some days he tries to hold out, he truly does, but that smile of yours is enough to tip him over the edge of no return. the way he acts around you doesn’t go unnoticed by you. he blushes when you get too close to him, his hands slowly moving towards his groin as he leaves them there inconspicuously, or at least inconspicuous to him. 

you notice the small things about him. how he scrunches his nose when he concentrates, the way his eyebrows twitch when he hears something he doesn't agree with or when his breath quickens every time you say his name. 

you're no different. his caring smile makes your body feel warm, and the compliments he gives you trail out of his mouth like honey, sickeningly sweet. his hand always seems to make it to your lower back when you're walking around a lot of people, and it sends tingles up your spine and he always tend to brush your hair out of your face while looking at you with those intoxicating sapphire eyes. your mind goes red with need: the need to break him.

one day he invites you to dinner, just 'something casual' he clarifies. he sees this as the time to make his move, and so do you. two plans with the same end goal. but who will achieve their goal first?

dinner time soon arrived when you heard your doorbell ring. outside your door stood a dashing armin, with his casual suit, no glasses and ring covered hands. your tummy did a flip at how stunning he looked. he bit his lip slightly at the way you were staring, trying his best not to shudder at the primal look in your eyes.

"why are you staring at me? do i look bad?"

he tries his best to fix his already perfect outfit when you catch his hand in yours, lean in and whisper in his ear.

"you look perfect."

you take this opportunity to pull him along with you to get this night started. after a while you had reached the restaurant. you were surprisingly still holding hands. armin made his way to the front desk, asking for the table he made a reservation for. so much for 'casual'. he leads you inside and like a true gentleman, he pulls out your chair before he sits down himself. there was a slightly bolder side to armin that was leaking out, and you couldn't get enough of it (thank armin's shot of liquid courage for that). 

the night was filled with laughter and sweet words as well as looks filled with hunger and lust. both of you had been drinking quite a bit, and as it seems, armin was quite the lightweight. after paying the bill that armin in his delirious state insisted he pay for, you brought him back to your dorm. you gave him a bottle of water before sitting next to him where he had plopped himself on your couch. a couple of minutes had passed an armin had seemed to become a little more sober from what he was. his speech wasn't as slurred, but he was just as giggly. he continuously gave you compliment after compliment and they grew increasingly dirty as they went on. firstly he told you how he loved how pretty your hair was, how much he adores your soft hands, how much he loves the look in your eyes to how he always wanted to grab onto your hair, how he wanted your hands all over him, and how much he wanted to see that dangerous look of lust glimmer in your eyes once more.

it's like something in you snapped, and in a matter of seconds, you were on top of armin, straddling him with your hand slowly closing in on his neck. he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening, the alcohol in his system still clogging his brain. his body had reacted way before he could even register your ass on his cock. he whined beneath you trying to buck his hips up into you. you grabbed him by the throat and pinned his body to the couch. 

"move again and i'll make you regret it."

your harsh words went straight to his cock, making him unbelievably harder. you could see his cockprint in his dress pants and you smirked. your other hand roamed down his chest, opening his shirt slowly. button by button you go, down until his chest is exposed. you kissed all the way from his collarbone, to his nipples, sucking and biting on them. he moaned so sweetly as his hands found purchase in your hair. 

he was beyond overwhelmed, his body incredibly sensitive. your knee was rubbing against his clothed cock as you sucked and nibbled on his pretty pink buds. he couldn't do anything but moan and plead.

"please! please i- i need it! please!"

you release his nipple from between your teeth and you sit up, looking down at him. your gaze harsh yet loving. your grip slightly tightens around his neck as you lean cloer to him, your noses touching.

"use your words pretty boy. tell me what you want."

armin almost melted into your touch. your praise contrasting with your cold gaze made his cock ache. he mewled softly before looking at you, his eyes almost glazed over. 

"kiss me. touch me please. wanna feel you!"

your heart skipped a beat at his little request to which you gladly obliged. you brought your lips slowly towards his before he pulled you closer to kiss you. his hands desperately wrapped around your neck as he kisses you deeply. your hands went to rest on his cheeks as you pulled him closer. your tongues dancing around each other in such harmony. both of your mouths tasting of alcohol but faintly sweet. 

armin couldn't get enough. he was drunk of off you more than anything else. he whined and groaned as your clothed cunt rubbed against his cock that was begging for just a little more friction. you broke the kiss, the both of you panting, needing to catch your breath. you started to get impatient and moved down armin's legs.

"strip."

armin arms whipped down towards his pants as he fumbled with his belt before he got it undone and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his cock. contrary to popular belief, armin was big. his cock was so pretty n' pink, just begging to be touched and milked dry. your fingertips trailed up his shaft, feather-like touches driving armin completely insane. his cock was drooling with anticipation, precum making his tip glisten.

once you reached his tip, you swiped your thumb across his slit which made him throw his head back. armin tried his best to be quiet, biting down on his bottom lip, afraid that if he does something wrong you'll stop. your eyes trailed up his body to his face. he looked fucked out, panting and cheeks flushed, eyelashes sparkling with the faintest sight of tears. he looked absolutely perfect. you released his cock before slowly sliding your dress off, showing off the pretty black pair of lingerie you had chosen to wear. armin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. his eyes roamed all over your body, from your thighs, to your breasts then up to your face. he was practically salivating. 

you didn't fail to notice how his eyes darted across your body, looking at your breasts every few seconds. your hands went to the clasps of your bra, slowly unlatching it before throwing them on the floor somewhere, with all the other discarded clothing items. 

"come on. don't me shy. i know you want to touch them."

you massaged your breasts slowly in your hands before leaning down towards him. his gaze was filled with doubt before you grabbed his hand and placed it on your right breast, sighing from the pleasure of feeling his soft hands on your body. in a matter of seconds, armin's hand is groping and massaging your breast like theres no tomorrow. he's other hand makes its way to the other and does the same. your hips start grinding into his, feeling the slick of his cock rub all over your lace panties. you groan softly trying not to move too fast. armin turns to look at you, lust filled eyes begging and pleading.

"can i- can i suck on them? please?"

your heart melted at his plea, his voice dripping with need. you nodded slowly as his lips attached to your hard nipple and a jolt of pleasure was sent through your body. you had never imagined he'd make you feel this good. his mouth lapped and suckeled at your breast like it was his last meal on this earth. moving from one to the other, he looked up at you with the kindest eyes and moaned out of satisfaction. 

armin was lost in the pleasure of it all. his lips on you, his hands grabbing your waist, your pussy rubbing against his cock. he could almost burst at this point. he released your breast from his mouth with a pop as he tried to grind you harder against him.

"please! need to cum. please i- i need to cum! m-mommy!"

the words left his mouth before he could stop himself. his eyes went wide with fear as he looked up at you, apologizing before you shushed him with your lips against his. your lips felt like heaven to him and he couldn't get enough. after breaking the kiss, you kissed his forehead lovingly.

"it's okay baby. mommy will make you come."

you sat up, taking his cock in your hand and stroking it as fast as your hand could move, slightly grazing the tip every few thrusts. armin's mind was racing and his body was shaking as his orgasm approached. he was a whining mess, you could feel he was close as you played with his balls in the other hand. armin's senses were engulfed in pleasure; he could barely string a coherent sentence together.

"gonna- fuck! m'gonna cum! gonna cu-"

before he could finish his sentence, he came with a high pitched moan, your hands and his chest were covered in white. you helped him through his orgasm with a couple more strokes, his body shuddering with each one. you leaned down and peppered his face with kisses, praising him for being such a good boy, and for doing so well. before he could even respond, you moved your panties to the side, and lined up his still hard cock with your entrance. 

"wait- i'm too sensitive! please m-mommy wait!"

without any warning, you slammed yourself down onto armin's cock until he was balls deep inside of you. that alone had your legs trembling. armin's mind was clouded in pleasure. he could feel your walls clench and unclench around his cock and he could almost cum from that alone. his hands came to rest on your hips as he patiently waited for you to move. you smirked down at him, raising your eyebrows, seemingly waiting for something.

"you can- you can move now. please move."

he was desperate now. he needed to feel your cunt slide up and down his cock. he needed the friction of your pussy. he was whined and squirmed in hopes of getting some movement. you looked down at him, your eyes showed a glimmer of something armin couldn't place, but it made him shiver.

"beg. if you want mommy to fuck you, you're gonna have to beg."

you smirked when you saw armins already red cheeks get the slightest bit redder. he tried his best, he really did. his eyes were pleading with him, his voice thick with want. 

"please mommy! please bounce up and down on my cock! wanna feel you! your pussy is so good. god i- i can't handle anymore of this!"

your resolve was slowly breaking, the need to feel him move inside of you, as well as his delicious pleading, you couldn't wait anymore. with no hesitation, you started moving up and down his cock.

armin was mesmerised by your cunt. the way it flutters when his cock his a certain spot, the way it clenches just at the right time, and how incredible it made him feel. he was a mess. babbling and moaning about how good you feel, his head buried in your neck. your hands had found purchase in his hair, as you fucked yourself down onto his cock.

your ground your hips against his, hitting a particularly sweet spot within you that made you curse under your breath. you could feel armin's cock throb inside of you, indicating to you that he was close. you too were reaching your end, that knot inside your belly just waiting to be undone. you whispered in armin's ear, breath tickling his skin.

"when i tell you to cum, you'll come for me, won't you? you'll come for mommy like a good boy."

armin couldn't do anything but moan. you fucked him stupid. the boy's mind was a mess and all he could do was feel good and do as he was told. his hips started bucking into you as he was nearing his orgasm.

"m'gonna- mommy can i cum? can i cum inside of you? please i need it! i need to fill you up!"

how could you refuse? your body needed his cum as much as he needed to release it. your pussy walls clenched around his cock as your orgasm washed over you, mind hazy, eyes glossed over. armin was in heaven. he grabbed your hips and fucked up into you, riding you through your orgasm and getting to his own. 

"feels so good! your pussy feels so good around my cock! gonna cum so fucking hard!"

before he knew it, he was painting your insides white, your body shuddered at the feeling of being filled, while armin slowly fucked his cum into your pussy. his cock twitched from the sensitivity, making his body shake from his orgasm. you leaned down and grabbed armin's face by his chin and kissed him. this kiss was different from the others. it was slow, kind and filled with love. after pulling away you kissed all over his face, making sure he was okay. his arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer.

"i'm okay. i'm better than okay. that was...that was amazing."

you couldn't agree more. what you two had done was something you'd never done before. it was a feeling you had never felt, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. you laid your head down on armin's chest, listening to the beat of his heart as it slowly lulled you to sleep.

armin slowly brushed the hair out of your face, admiring how beautiful you were. he could've never imagined that this was how the night would end but he was glad it ended with you in his arms.

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Prompt: Xiao slowly trying to become your friend

Format: Headcannons

Warnings: fem!reader

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Xiao x reader becoming your friend

You were new to liyue a traveler from (desired destination) you came into town looking for some commissions. You’ve met a boy named  Aether and his floating fairy named paimon back in Mondstadt he told you he was looking for his sister and that he had to go to liyue, and you thought since you had to go anyway why not just join him for his travels?

 a lot of things has happened since you and Aerher arrived to town. (Archon quests, I don’t feel like explaining ) You we’re just an onlooker though unfortunately for you, you don’t have a vision but you are a good fighter so you can help out when they need you

Today was different though The day started just like any other day would, out taking a walk with Aether joining him for a commission for the day up by Wangshu inn and really you had nothing else to do.

Then suddenly big gush of wind comes out of nowhere and a boy with sharp yellow eyes appears in front of you both. Apparently he had to talk to Aether about something pretty important not trying interfere since they seem pretty close, you chose to draw in your sketchpad.

  after about 15 minutes The boy finally notices you, He glances at you up and down for a minute before he quickly disappears. Later that day Aether tells you that the boys name is Xiao and he’s an adeptus not that it really matters to you what he is but something about him being an adeptus made you kind of nervous maybe it’s the title or maybe it’s the fact that you have never seen one before.

He started coming around pretty often to talk to Aether sometimes occasionally glancing at you right before disappearing never introducing himself or ever saying hi to you

At first you didn’t really care you would just find something else to do but now it was starting to get on your nerves because now that you are seeing him more often than not It’s only fair that you and him introduce each other properly or A simple greeting would be nice

After about 2 months of the boy regularly showing up he stopped abruptly for the past week not that you really cared you’d just find it odd since it was almost a routine. Finding it strangely lonely without his presence

Today you and Aether were out on another Commission by wangshu inn like usual but right now you are alone for time being because Paimon wouldn’t stop nagging Aether for some snacks so he had to run out quick to buy some since there was no fire nearby to make any

Then suddenly the same familiar gush of wind appeared in front of you. This time for the first time you were alone with the boy. The boy stood in front of you with no expression for at least five minutes . It a little awkward so you started to tell the boy that your friend would be right back before he cut you off and said “Who are you..”

you would normally find this pretty rude but he generally seemed curious so you chose to ignore it and proceeded to introduce yourself “ im y/n friend of Aether” with that he nodded before looking at you up and down and then disappearing

By the time Aether came back you were lost in a daze like what just happened? Aether asked if you were alright and you just responded with a casual “yeah I’m fine, but uhh your friend came back and asked me who I was ? And then disappeared as soon as I answered,That kind of weird lol” you awkwardly laughed

Aether and paimon looked at eachother then smirked “what’s so funny?” You asked. “Oh nothing hehe” paimon snickered before floating away to Aether to whisper something in his ear

Little did you know at the time Xiao was actually trying to introduce himself for a while by now he was just too nervous to say anything to you

He’s not typically a shy guy but it’s just something about you that makes him feel strange, almost as if he will tarnish you by just speaking but he doesn’t know why like he doesn’t even know you

At this point Aether and paimon have a good idea that Xiao might be interested to their dear friend y/n

Feeling like he might need help Aether suggested to Xiao to say hi to you or introduced himself but he found it too difficult, he just didn’t want to hurt you in anyway even if it’s something as simple asasking your name he finds it strange that he feels this way an adeptus scared to talk to a human? especially a human with no vision??

So for about a week xiao stop coming around trying to think of a way how he could approach you without scaring you away. At the same time paimon and Aether have been coming up excuses why they have to leave your side for a little bit all to try and lore xiao to you when they know you are alone

After Xiao came and asked you who you where you started getting curious about him, maybe he isn’t as bad as you originally  Thoght  I mean he asked who you where? I mean yes it took a while but he seemed like he actually cared so you really don’t know how to feel

Two days go by Aether couldn’t join you today on your commissions so you went alone and now you are resting in the room you rented for the night in Wangshuu in

You can’t sleep so you decide to walk around the inn for a while makeing your way up to The balcony. For some reason you can’t get Xiao off your mind I mean it was weird all he has ever said too you in all the the you’ve known him so far was who are you? but for some reason he can’t leave your head

You decide to hang out on the balcony until you get tired and maybe until you can stop thinking of Xiao cuz he is kind of keeping you up in a way

after about 30 minutes of relaxing your about to get up and head back to your room but then you here tiny footsteps coming up behind you, startling you, you turn around to see who it is and surprisingly and almost shockingly to you it’s Xiao

(What was he doing here, was he here the whole time? Come on I just stopped thinking of him)

“What are you doing here?” You say not wanting to come off as rude you quickly add “sorry I just wasn’t expecting you”

Xiao quietly adds “I just wanted to speak to you” almost too quiet to the point where you had to take a moment to think on what he said 

Xiao speaks again saying “ It’s not easy for me to speak to others, i have a hard time justifying the need for simple chat, but something about you makes me want to”

Now you’re completely lost, ((so for two months that I’ve know this guy he doesn’t even say hi to me and now suddenly he’s going against his own way of thinking just to talk to me??))

“I’m sorry I’m just a little lost..” you say quietly fidgeting a little bit, not that you mind that he wants to talk to you finally after all this time of knowing him it’s just a little confusing

He takes a deep breath and then looks at you straight in your eyes with this conflicted look as if his point he’s trying to say is not coming across

Xiao shuffle is a little bit and then starts to speak “ it’s hard for me to get used to new people, especially mortals…its…”

Xiao starts to struggle on what he’s trying to say “its….I’m sorry for not saying anything to you I wanted to but I didn’t know how..and if I hurt you by that then I’m truly sorry”

He starts to look extremely frustrated like he can’t express how he feels , he kind of looks like a lost puppy experiencing things for the first time and getting confused on how things work

With one deep inhale and a scrunch of his first Xiao says confidently “ would you like to be my friend” after about 2 straight minutes of silence and you being at aw that after all this time the boy you thought was rude just had trouble making friends you couldn’t help but to brake out into laughter

The boy looked at you puzzled, maybe he didn’t say it right? Maybe he shouldn’t have said it at all? Mortals really are confusing… as he sat there wondering why you burst it out laughing you took the time to collect yourself

After a couple minutes you take a deep breath and you look at him in the eye “ I would love to be your friend Xiao, after all any friend of Aethers is a friend of mine” you say with a big stupid smile on your face as you held out your hand for him to shake

He looks puzzled for a minute wondering why you’re holding out your hand but then he smiles and realizes what you’re doing he seen a couple humans do this before, as he takes your hand and shakes it you say “see I’m not that scary hehe” in A teasing tone

Xiao thinks to himself, makeing friends really isn’t be as scary as he  originally Thoght



Sorry if this wasn’t the best it was my first time writing some thing like this so I tried my best :)

I hope to write more in the future

[natsbaby]

Whoops..

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Dumbass!Reader

Summary: Tony finally lets you join a simple mission with your [secret] girlfriend but honestly, what could go wrong?

Warnings: drinking, men wolf whistling and cheering for Nat, fire building

A/N: got this idea from a convo I had with @nuggiesyum so this is for you! HAHA this is so unedited that i dont even know how many words this is but i hope you like it!

“Dad come on! Im ready!” You whine as you follow Tony into a conference room where the rest of the Avengers are waiting.

“You’re not ready yet and America’s Ass hasn’t cleared you yet” he argues back, smirking at some snickers and chuckles from the rest of the team.

“What’s wrong? Is this about Y/N’s training?” Nat asks curiously as you sit on a chair besides her, huffing in annoyance.

“She wants to go on the info recovery mission but she’s not ready yet” Tony explains while pulling up the files from that mission.

“Come on Tony, Y/N/N’s been training all her life and you should give her a shot” Wanda shrugs as she leans back onto her chair, intertwining her fingers with Vision who’s sitting besides her on her left. You look at the witch gratefully, then turn to your father with a glare.

“I agree, I think Y/N’s ready for the info recovery mission” Steve says, letting out a grunt as you tackle him causing the both of you to fall onto the ground making everyone laugh.

“Thank you Stevie!!” You grin widely at the 100 year old fossil making him chuckle, patting your back gently.

You’ve always seen him as an older brother figure ever since Tony introduced you to the team when you were 11. Now as a dashing 23 year old woman who’s been training with the boys ever since Tony adopted you, all you want to do is join in on the fun with missions and maybe world saving. Since you’re adopted, your brain isn’t as smart as Tony but you’ve come reasonably close as someone who isn’t blood related. Your specialties include electrical and software engineering, weapon shooting and a little background on medicine to take care of your ex-assassin girlfriend.

Despite being intellectually smart, Tony’s main reason of not letting you join in on missions is because of how unreasonably clumsy and careless you are, or would say “your book intellect never matches your street intellect”.

He would argue that there isn’t a day when something goes wrong because of your carelessness or clumsiness. Though he does acknowledge your skills and talents so that’s why he just gives you a sigh, writing your name onto the mission report. You gasp as he writes your name, however cuts you off the moment you open your mouth.

“BUT!” You let out a sad ‘oh’ knowing where this is leading. “You’re not going alone, can you make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid Romanoff?”

You try your genuine hardest to stop the grin from forming on your face as you get off Steve, your girlfriend smirking a little. “Of course Stark, I’ll make sure your princess is coming home safe and sound”

You sit down besides her again, smiling at her a little as she returns the smile back. No one, except for Wanda, knows about your relationship. You do intend on telling at least Tony eventually but since you two just started dating half a year ago, you didn’t see the use just yet. You told Nat however that if you both agree that your relationship is going somewhere, that’s when you plan to tell Tony in which she agrees with your compromise.

As the meeting officially starts, you can’t help but start to get excited for what’s about to come. The meeting is just about plotting different missions for the month and seeing who’ll do which. As Steve and Tony starts talking about your mission, you can’t help but cock your head a little at the description.

“Who’s gonna sing?” You ask, seeing that one of the character descriptions for the info recovery mission is about a singer who performs in a Singer Night Club. You see Nat who’s trying to cover her smirk besides you, making you stare at her for a bit as you try to connect the dots. Once you do after a few seconds, you gasp loudly making Nat laugh and mutter ‘there you go’ under her breath.

“No way”

“You didn’t know? You’ve known me for years detka” she teases you, making Tony chuckle.

“Seems like the little princess forgot our Russian ex-assassin is a woman of many talents” Tony smirks, making your jaw drop at your revelation.

“Oh this would be so much fun”

You’re currently in the bar, taking a sip of your margarita as you scan the audience in front of you. Based on the mission description, the night club is pattered to the 20s and everyone from the workers to the actual audience would dress up like the people in that era. Your job is to make sure the night club isn’t a facade to whatever sketchy things could happen. Tony kept telling you and Nat to make sure no one engages if there is any kind of mafia activity, but who is he kidding honestly this is you.

You’re currently dressed in a gorgeous floral and baby pink button down blouse, tucked in a mid shin length dark blue skirt with a little black belt, hat, and kitten heels to match. You also came in with a long and black trench coat that’s currently draped over your shoulders, accessorized to the nines with your silver but simple bracelet, diamond earrings and rings. You fiddle with the necklace Nat gave you around your neck as you take off your trench coat to drape over your arm as the crowd starts to form.

“You ready?” You mutter softly as you adjust the little hat on the top of your head, hearing a soft ‘yea’ from Nat through your coms. You smile a little as you find a table, sitting down on the seat when the curtains open to see Nat on stage. Your eyes widen as the patrons cheers and wold whistles their hearts out, getting louder as the piano starts to play “You Dont Own Me” by Lesley Gore.

Nat’s dressed in a silver sequence deep v dress with a matching little hat, sparkling and shining on stage as she starts to sing. Your jaw drops as she sings, making you forget what you’re doing in the first place. You watch her with a love sick expression as you watch your girlfriend sing the sexiest song you’ve ever heard, making you lean forward a bit resting your elbows on the table, allowing you to rest your chin on the palms of your hands.

What you didn’t notice is Nat’s cues on where she sees the person you’re after. She didn’t hear anything from the coms despite her cues, allowing her eyes to trail over the audience to see you basically floating in cloud mine with heart eyes. She tries not to break out of character as she walks down the stage, making the men go insane. She pretends to flirt and rile the men up as she makes her way towards you, kicking you on the leg discretely to get your attention back.

You jolt a little, blinking in shock as you see Nat right in front of you giving a knowing look as she turns counter-clock wise and walks back on stage as the song is about to finish. You turn your head little at the direction she turned to see the mafia boss standing up and leaving. You frantically gracefully get up, following the mafia boss to see what’s going on.

“I know I’m sorry!!” You whine as you follow your girlfriend to the quinjet post mission with the night club being up in flames behind you. You two barely made out of it alive after you followed the mafia boss who apparently bugged the place to be set on fire to cover their tracks. Luckily, everyone’s safe and sound, and were brought to the hospital to make sure they’re alright.

Nat however was not happy with what happened and is now looking at you with her eyes narrowed at you and arms crossed. “Things could have gone so much worse if you were just paying attention you know”

“Yea but look everyone’s safe and no one told us it would have been bugged!” You explain, pouting at your girlfriend as you walk up to her, standing in front of her.

“You shouldn’t zone out like that in a middle of a mission Y/N, so many things could have gone south so quickly” your girlfriend sighs, knowing she can’t stay mad at you forever. She wraps her arms around your waist, bringing you into her arms as she hugs you, your face nuzzled into her neck.

“I know Natty, I’m sorry” you mumble as you wrap your arms around her for a hug. You feel her hands rubbing your back up and down, soothing you a little.

Nat pulls back a little, holding you by the shoulders so she could look at you. “What happened back there?”

“You were so hot and pretty and I love you” you mumbled softly, pouting a little as your girlfriend laughs. “Not funny!”

“I know, I know I’m sorry” she laughs as she cups your cheek gently, rubbing your cheek affectionately with the pad of her thumb.

“You looked like a love sick puppy back there” she smiles teasingly making you grunt in response.

“You’re hot. It’s not my fault.”

“I know baby”

“Will you tell dad about what happened?”

“Everyone in the compound already knows”

“Whoops..”

[shoober56]

The Life of Albert Negan, part 1

1880

The trees hit the boys face as he ran past them, the night sky blocked his view, and the snow got in his eyes and shivered him to the bone as he sprinted. His dad yelled for him, yelled for him to run, but the 9 year old knew he couldn’t, he had to save his dad, his family couldn’t lose him, his dad was carrying everything on his back, if they lost him, they wouldn’t survive the winter… “Al! Run! Get back to the house! I got this!-“ His fathers voice cut off as Albert drew closer, clutching his rifle as he caught up to his dad, getting mauled by a wolf. The woods shook as The boy fired his gun, without hesitation. The young Albert had missed the wolf, but it was enough to scare it off, making it run into the darkness of the forest, as Albert ran to his dad, lying on the floor. The boy shook his father, begging for him to awake..

“Dad! Dad please get up! Dad! Isaac!…”

The boy cried, his tears soaking into his fathers coat as he sobbed over his fathers corpse..Albert looked around, realizing something as he kept crying. He had lost himself, he didnt know which direction he was facing, was his home behind him? How would he find mama again?

The morning arose as Albert walked through the snow, clutching his fathers coat as he stepped through the several inches of white dust, each step submerging his feet in the never ending coldness, the only thing keeping him alive was the coat he took from his fathers body, as a way to remember him..eventually, Albert found a town, the folk took him in, they tried looking for his home, yet..Even Albert knew he would never find it again, his mom was probably worried sick, but Albert was alive, with the help of the townsfolk, he could do his father wanted of him, to live for another winter…

1895

“Bartender, another whiskey please!” Albert said, swaying in his chair, before bringing the near empty bottle of whiskey to his lips, small mustache hairs getting in his drink, but he did mind much, no matter what he did, it would always happen, except when his shaved, but why would he do that? Not like he had the money for it. Albert had tried to start a trading company with a friend of his, but, well, that friend died in a train accident, and one thing led to another, the company was edging toward bankruptcy with each passing minute…The saloon doors opened, and Albert turned to see an older man walk in. He had a heartless look to him, he looked like the kind of guy who’d ask if you’ve seen someone. He had a greying beard, with short dark brown hair that was slicked back into a small top hat, matching his fancy hat, he wore a tan jacket with fluffy insides, an orange shirt, and black pants. Albert analyzed the mans features, before turning back to his whiskey, only to be interrupted by the old man, who sat next to him as he spoke. “You Albert Negan? I’d like to talk to you.” Albert paused mid-gulp, turning to face the man again. “Im sorry?” He asked, putting the bottle down. “You had an..issue, with your company, i think i can help.” “Oh?” “A proposal, you help us, we give you a cut for your company..” Albert thought about the idea, the way the man worded it was very..vague, definitely not legal, but Albert didnt really care anymore, what else could he do? Go broke? No, he couldn’t. He needed to make his Pa proud.. “..Alright, what exactly do i need to help you with?”

4 months later

Albert sighed, he had been waiting next to this building for about 3 hours now, and his cigar was almost out. If he waited any longer, he was gonna run out of them. They were his favorite, Blue Angel Cigars, He wasnt a smoker when he first joined the gang, but when Ilene introduced the brand to him, he was hooked, he went through 3 a day, atleast..Albert paused when he saw two people in horses ride over toward him, he recognized them immediately, one was Ilene, the leader of the gang and the man who invited Albert at the bar. The other was Eva, at least thats what she told Albert, he had his suspicions that Eva wasnt he real name, mostly because of her clothing, her entire body was covered in clothing, a green long sleeve shirt with black gloves, grey jeans attached to it with suspenders, black boots hiding her feet, and, to hide her face, a long bandana that covered her entire face, with dark tinted goggles attached to them to let her see while hiding her eyes, and flat cap to hide her hair. Albert wouldn’t even have known she was female if she decided to wear a jacket.

“We ready Al?” Ilene asked, getting off his horse, and grabbing his shotgun from the saddle. Albert nodded, moving his black bandana to his mouth. “Yep, the oil is set, we just need to wait for it to dock.” Eva had gotten off her horse as well, grabbing a double barrel shotgun and sticks of dynamite from her saddle, and she spoke as Albert threw away the remains of his cigar.

“Alright Boys..Lets rob a boat.”

[doodler-jpeg]

Life [Wilbur Soot/Fundy]

BOOOM HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU UH UM SO I WAS INSPIRED WHILE I WAS BORED AND THEN THIS IS HOW THIS ONESHOT CAME TO BE. ITS NOT GOOD, BUT ITS DECENT. You’re gonna be taking Sally’s place so, uh, I’m sorry, Sally, you’re just another salmon. Still love you though  THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE DEAR GOD ITS BEEN IN THE WORKS FOR LIKE A MONTH LMAO

ALSO, KEEP IN MIND THIS IS C!WILBUR/SMP!WILBUR

⚠️CUSSING, AFAB READER, PREGNANCY, THIS IS A REALLY LONG ONE SHOT OH MY GOD, PLATONIC FUNDY RELATIONSHIP SO YEAH⚠️

Pronouns: she/her or they/them [you’re referred to as wife, mom,, that stuff, but you can change those if you want]

You hummed as you strained out your clothing beside the river near your home. A smile graced your face, [Eye Colour] eyes glinting happily in the warm sunlight of that fine summer day. Autumn would soon turn the land into a seemingly barren wasteland, though, so you decided to savor every last bit of happiness the hot days brought you. 

Hanging the large amount of clothing upon thin clothing lines, you dumped out your bucket and made sure nothing got in the lake. Walking back inside of your home, you set the buckets in the corner of the cozy cottage and walked back outside. Your brown boots thudded quietly against the cobblestone path that lead into the woods around your home that would eventually be covered in snow.

A sudden childish giggle made you turn to the fields that were a ways away from your house, right in front of the sparsely scattered trees to the right of your little house. You furrowed your brows in confusion as a blur of yellow, white, and red rushed over to you.

“Hello there.” You couldn’t help but stare as the child looked up at you silently. “What are you doing here, little one?” He only blushed, his face flushing a vivid red before he ran off. You shrugged and continued your trek into the forest.

//

You watched as flakes of snow fell delicately onto the muted green coloured grass, bundled tightly in a burrito of quilts that you and your mother has made together. You shuffled slightly from your position on your warm bed, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to consume you.

It seemed life had other plans, though, as a faint light came toward your home, edging closer and closer until you could make out a figure, their clothing a great contrast to the paw snow. They were shivering visibly, clutching their arms as their lantern shook in their hand.

You frowned as you peeled your blankets off of you, pulling your boots on quickly. Grabbing a lantern cage, you lit the candle inside of it and hurried outside, feeling nervous as the figure hurried over to you.

Soon enough, they were standing in front of you, a miserable look on their face, their eyes red and puffy as their teeth chattered together.

“Come inside,” you didn’t care for introductions or your safety. This person seemed nice. “I’ll start a fire. Uh- there should be a few blankets on the sofa. Would you like anything to drink? Warm milk, tea? I’m not gonna offer coffee because it’s late, so I’m sorry about that.”

“Just water, please,” they croaked out. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. I was headed off in search of territory to claim. Turns out I chose the wrong day. God, it’s cold.” You let out a quiet laugh as you carefully tossed some wood into your fireplace, lighting the material on fire. Almost immediately, the flames grew and you sat up, placing your flint and steel on the fireplace mantle.

“I’ll go get you your water. Go warm up.” You urged before you walked into the kitchen to get the brunet some water.

//

““And then Tommy ran off!” Wilbur howled with laughter as he told the story of how he managed to lose his father in the forest close to his family home. ““Phil was looking for us for hours!” You smiled at the story as you carefully sewed up your friend’s heavy coat, making sure the patches were relatively the same colour as the rest of the jacket.

“You never really tell me about your family, so why are you telling stories now?” You commented, threading the needle in your hand through the fabric and back out of it, pulling the thread tightly. You snipped it with your scissors, placing the needle down to look for any other holes as Wilbur flushed a bright red.

“W-well— one day, I want you to meet my family, so- this sounds so fucking stupid. Never mind, forget about it.” He covered his face in his hands as you bummed, picking up a patch and laying it out on the brown fabric.

“What you’re saying is that you would introduce me to your family because you like me that much, huh?” No answer came from Wilbur, though he did let out a flustered groan as you chortled.

//

You placed a kiss upon your new boyfriend’s cheek, causing the brunet to laugh as he shrunk away from your lips

“Stop it,” you only grinned at the man, kissing various areas of his face in retaliation. Wilbur laughed harder, pushing you away gently as his face scrunched. ““It tickles!”

You grabbed his face in your hands and he looked into your eyes for a moment before you began attacking his face with kisses. When you pulled back for a break, Wilbur copied your actions from earlier and rubbed his thumb across your cheeks with a smile. He leaned his forehead on yours and let out a breathy sigh, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment.

“I love you so fucking much, [Y/N].”

//

““Dont be scared, darling,” Wilbur mused as he gently rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your hand, lightly squeezing every few rotations. “Techno’s made sure to keep any weapons away and Tommy might be a little less wreckless. I’ll make sure to tell them during dinner.” You nodded uncertainly, playing nervously with the bracelet Wilbur had made you way back when the two of you first started as friends.

Wilbur rapped his knuckles on the door, his other hand never once letting go of yours as the two of you waited. A bit of shouting was heard through the door, slightly muffled, though it was evident that it was coming closer.

The door was flung open by a blond boy, his blue eyes shooting us to meet Wil’s not even a second after he opened the door. A grin was on the boys face as he turned and shouted for Phil [who Wilbur had told you was his father]. Soon enough, a blond man with a bucket hat trodden over, frowning at Tommy.

“Listen, motherfucker, you may be living here, but I’m not gonna fucking let you live if you keep fuckin shoutin.” You froze nervously and glanced over at your boyfriend. He just sent a small, awkward smile onto reassure you before he turned to look down at the two.

“Are you really gonna argue in front of my wife?” Wilbur piped in, feeling himself become giddy as Tommy and Phil shot their heads over to look at you.

“You brought a girl over?!” Tommy yelled in surprise as he stumbled back, eyes wide as he observed your movements skeptically.

“Wil? Can you come over here real quick? I just need to talk to you.” Phil forced a smile as he grabbed the taller man’s ear and yoinked him over to a different room, leaving Tommy and you alone.

“Hi,” you smiled nervously, raising a hand in a half assed wave.

“Do you happen to be American?” The blond asked, leaning his face over to stare at you.

“I mean- I’m a water nymph. I don’t really know if that counts because we usually just have different accents, but we never take into account where anyone’s from.” You laughed, scratching your cheek.

“Well where are you from?” Tommy urged, crossing his arms.

“To be specific, I came from the North Sea right by the Netherlands. I don’t really think that’s important though.” You shrugged.

“So you’re Dutch? Speak it.”

“Im not necessarily Dutch, I was just born in the North Sea, Tommy- I think you’re a Tommy. You seem like a Tommy.” You cleared up, ““The only reason I learned English was to communicate with certain humans.”

“Okay.” The boy sighed, shoulders slumping forward as you let out an amused chortle, “I’ll leave you alone. For now.” Tommy backed up, turning into a room while a big, burly pig person ducked under the doorway, a large sword in hand and an uninterested expression on his face. As he turned to the door, he spotted you and his eyes widened momentarily before going back to their half lidded position.

“Who’re you? Phil didn’t- oh. Oh, today was that day. Oh my god, how could I forget it?” The hybrid smacked his forehead harshly, ““I’m so sorry.”

You laughed, waving your hand dismissively as the pig moved to the side to let you in. You carefully stepped into the warm house and the tall hybrid closed the door behind you.

“Dinner’s nearly done, so you can go sit down in the living room. If you need anything, Phil has ears all over the place. Just look at those crows.” Techno motioned over to the few crows that perched themselves on the window, letting out quiet caws. You waved at the birds and they flapped their wings in response.

“They seem nice.”

//

You sat next to your husband, hand intertwined with his as Phil smiled over at the two of you.

“So, anything new happening with you two?” The blond man inquired, placing his hands on the table. 

““I mean,” Wilbur laughed, turning over to look at you. “Would you like to tell them, dear?” You nodded, a grin on your face as you sat as straight as you could.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice surprisingly calm. Tommy let out a shocked ‘‘what the fuck??’, while Techno choked on his food, slamming a fist onto his chest.

Phil was quiet, eyes wide in shock as he took in the information.

“Pregnant? With Wilbur’s kid?” You nodded, swinging Wilbur’s hand as Tommy cheered.

“Im gonna be a fuckin uncle! Yeah! I’ll be the best damn uncle ever!” He cackled, leaning back as Techno snorted.

““Can I teach them PvP?” You and your husband glanced over at each other before shaking your head.

“Maybe when they’re old enough to know what they’re doing.”

//

““Hello, my precious baby,” you cooed gently, holding the newborn as they let out a quiet sigh. ““My baby. You look just like your father.” A warm but tired smile was on your face as your baby opened their eyes, brown meeting [Eye Colour].

“Love, is the baby okay? Is she doing alright?” Wilbur called nervously through the door, to which you laughed.

“Yes, they’re doing great,” placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s nose, they brought a hand up and lightly tapped their nose.

//

““Fundy! Come here!” You cheered, reaching your arms out to the toddler. They giggled, waddling over to you. Their scab covered knees were littered with bandages and the red overalls they wore were much unlike what Wilburs would have wanted your child to wear, but it was your kid! They deserved the best!

““My precious baby,” you placed a kiss on their cheek, causing the brown haired child to giggle and wipe the kiss from their cheek. You grinned, littering their face in kisses as they squirmed, ““My little champion!”

“Yah! Cham-champion!” They babbled, bringing up a finger to chew on as you set them down and smoothed out your dress. 

““Alright, sweetheart, papa will be here soon, so make sure to tell him what you want to tell him, alright?” Your boy nodded, a goofy grin on his face as he reached over to one of the toys you had brought.

//

You cradled your son’s head as he sobbed, shaking his head in denial as to what had just happened.

“He-he’s gone, mama!” He choked out, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His tears stained your shirt, though the feeling didn’t bother you as you rocked your son back and forth, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fundy, it’s okay,” you cooed, ““He doesn’t have to live with all the mistakes he made in the past anymore. Who knows, maybe he’ll come back?” 

““But what if he doesn’t? That was his last life and- and it’s gone! My dad’s gone!” Letting out a pained wail, he continued to sob. And you let him.

He had gone through so much.

//

““Who the hell are you and what are you doing around my son?” You sneered, standing in front of your son as the transparent figure stared at you curiously.

“You don’t remember me?” They asked, voice echoing as they tilted your head. “I- [Y/N], it’s me! Your husband! I- I am your husband, right?”

“My husband didn’t push away his son and focus on a failed country more than his own fucking family.” You loaded your crossbow, aiming it at the ghost. ““You didn’t come to his birthday parties, didn’t get him anything, you barely paid attention to him when your country was in the spotlight! You’re no husband to me.”

“Mama-” Fundy gulped nervously, ““Mama, please.”

“You know what, whoever the fuck you are? You’re no damn husband to me and you never will be. Now leave me and my son alone, for fuck’s sake.”

The ghost was silent as you turned, leading the man beside you toward the house at the top of the hill, though a small smile made its way onto his face.

“She’s the one I married?” He murmured, moving his hand to where his heart was, “Was she really the love of my life?”

[ufasher]

helloooo everyone you might know me i'm laur (they/them, 21+) and i'm super excited to introduce hwang asher von eryvine!! though these days, he just goes by asher. also i have a twitter i barely use (available upon request) but the best way to reach me is probably tumblr ims.

i've had a crazy week and haven't been able to finish up some pages i was working on, but i do have a pretty decent profile page you can check out for some basics and the tl;dr version of his history!

under the cut i'll add an even briefer version of his background and try to get some plot ideas going! 

so essentially, asher's the "bastard" (his mother insists she was married to the man but no one really believes this) of the daughter of a minor noble of etlia and some charming pirate who she was in love with. his grandfather (his mother's father) is a pretty prideful man and as much as he resented the fact that asher's a bastard, he's the only male heir to the estate. so he tolerated asher and understood that his daughter's marriage prospects were so slim considering she has a son with a man who might be at the gallows for piracy.

when etlia started to lose the war with gleerium, asher's grandfather's alleigances changed so damn quick. this man would do anything to keep his wealth and power (however minor it may be) and negotiated an alliance with gleerium before they fully took over etlia, promising his daughter's hand in marriage to a gleerium duke's son as an act of good faith. she was told that marrying this man would mean peace for their family and the small city they watched over, so she agreed.

well long story short, asher's mom had a son and asher only got to meet him briefly before they all realized that the fact that there's now a "legitimate" male heir (that's not him) puts him in danger with his grandfather. the man is not above killing his flesh and blood if said flesh and blood is also related to a pirate. so asher fled (after much begging from his mother) and has been on the run ever since. 

AND NOW THE PRESENT DAY!

i say ever since, but it's like the last three months at most.

he's broke; any money he took with him has run out. he never learned a trade, being a noble's son, but he did learn sparring, swordplay, wrestling, etc. and he manages to find mercenary work to keep himself fed. he's not picky though, he'll also try his hand at any repair work, running errands, couriering letters... he'll try just about anything if you'll pay him for it (unless he's absolutely certain he cannot accomplish it)

he's not particularly skilled socially since his grandfather kinda tried to hide him away most of his childhood. he's actually a very outgoing guy who gets lonely very easily so as much as he doesn't know proper decorum, he's also very quick to try to make friends!

fun fact! he's terrified of fire. long story short, he accidentally started a barn fire when he was just a kid and got caught up in it a little bit before someone rescued him. he has a scar on his upper arm from where falling debris landed on him and burned him pretty badly. 

he keeps that scar covered since it's his most distinguishing mark and he doesn't want his grandfather to find him or know where to send any assassins.

he wanders around a lot and likes to learn, so if your muse has a skill he'll probably just... stand around and watch them and if they ask what he's doing he'll ask if he can try... he'll be very bad at it of course but he'll try very hard

loves animals, anything four-legged and furry. has a hard time killing game for food because of this even though he knows it's necessary (and is pretty good at skinning/preparing meat)

not a super aggressive guy, would rather try to talk it out first. and then he'd rather run than get into a fight. but if he's cornered into fighting he'll do his absolute best! (he's not that good)

ok i think that's all i got in me for now... hopefully this helps us get some plots going for the boy!! thank u for reading and i hope to see u in my ims soon <3

[beomglocks]

what soobin is like as a boyfriend

warnings & other: none i just love him but let’s be honest who doesn’t, this gets cheesy in some parts bc he just gives off stereotypical kdrama bf vibes but guys he’s the one

w/c: round to 1k

ok first off 

sorry if i rant soobin is my baby so ofc i think he’s the perfect boyfriend

he’s so

ugh

ok when you meet him he’s a shy boy

like really won’t wanna look you in the eye

ok like super fucking awkward

like painfully and you’re like “hahah ok that’s cute”

that only applies if you look intimidating tho

if you’re one of those people who’s blessed with not having resting bitch face he’ll be flirty

well you know..

he has his own methods of being flirty

he’s charming in his own way

probably does what yeonjun does but more subtle

stares

will stare at you

and when you make eye contact he smiles and rubs his lip with his finger DJSJSKDK PLZ

alternatively: looks away, purses his lips with a smile, ears get red, looks back up to you already looking at him then he waves

youre left like

“omg he’s so fucking cute”

ok but actually like he will reel you in without you even knowing

next thing you know you’re laughing at his lame ass jokes

god forbid you think he’s funny

“you think I’m funny? well we should date” :)

wait im pretty sure he said he doesnt go after someone unless he knows they like him back

tbh he’d probably wait until you make the first move

or wait until you show interest or else he’ll just hide his feelings

you have to bring him out of his shell

once you do...oh boy

100% never leaving you alone

always telling you how much he loves you

he’s the sweetest

teeth rotting sweet

i feel like he would slowly open up to you during the relationship

he’s not like automatically into it if that makes sense

shy to initiate things at first

such as kissing and touching

asks you if it’s ok first

we love consent

free samples kind of guy

dont take him to an ice cream shop or shops in general

he will devour the free samples

next thing you know you’re leaving with goat cheese and the newest ice cream flavour

he gives hopeless romantic vibes

would want to bake with you in the kitchen

and i know this sounds cliche but

flour fight

he’s cute with it at first

just rubs some flour on your nose then next thing you know

“we turned our dog white”

he’s a simple man

however

he probably spoils you

but not like expensive item type of spoiling he isn’t extravagant

god forbid the price range of any of the items he buys you exceeds his actual paycheck

cute gifts that you’ll actually use and cherish

i dont see many fights happening with him tbh

maybe if you question his leadership choices then i can see a fight happening

for example if you think he couldve handled a situation better in a certain way and you point that out to him he’ll get all defensive

“im the leader of my group dont tell me what you think is best for my group”

then you’re just like “well shit fuck you too i was just tryna help”

i can see him distancing himself after a fight if you’re also feeling a bit aggitated

doesn’t talk to you until it’s literally 2am and neither of you are sleeping bc yall always cuddle and you’re not cuddling him

:(

he’s always the first one to say sorry

my god he makes fun of you so much

not on a beomgyu level though

more of a “if you say something silly i will make you feel so dumb for the rest of the day” kind of clowning

wow jealousy

i feel like he’s not super jealous unless he feels threatened

everything was fine until the fire nation attacked

once he sees you getting a little too buddy buddy with someone else he’s like nah i gotta shut this shit down

he’s humble but once he’s jealous he’s all braggy to make himself seem above who ever was trying to get at you

“yeah i think we ALL-”

boy do you have to comfort this big baby

he’s sensitive :(

hold him and rub his head on his off days

tell him he’s the best boy and it doesnt matter what anyone else thinks screw them

he laughs like 

“shouldnt i be comforting you?” 

soooooooooo sappy

cliche asf boyfriend

buys you flowers

if he could he would be doing the whole radio outside your window thing (side note: yeonjun would too be he’s whipped asf)

college bf (we saw it coming)

see also: college bf who helps you in what he can and tells you to screw math bc you don’t need it anyways

shows up at your school or job after his practice

everyone loves him

everyone

you gotta be on guard 24/7

i wouldnt say you’d be insecure per se but soobin definietly lacks awareness when it comes to being flirted with

he recognizes others advances but laughs awkwardly, forgetting to tell the person he already has a partner

~cue mild argument~

at the end of it all he’s like “dont worry i only like you jeez”

if he’s working on a song he asks for your input

or rather how would you interpret a certain emotion that he isn’t able to convey

just to joke around, if he has to write a song about heartbreak but neither of you have been through that he’ll be like

“well there’s a first for everything :)”

soobin 100% takes the time to learn about your culture

he’s invested what can i say

introducing you to the other members isn’t THAT bad

but they definitely clown soobin

txt: “how come your partner is cooler than our own leader”

“maybe they should lead us instead” (joke)

soobin’s like fuck yall i can be cool :(

always send you cute selfies

with messages along the lines of

“i miss you :((((”

“bring ice cream on your way back!”

“be safe tho xxx”

he gives embarassing dad vibes

you can’t introduce him to your friends !

since he has you around he isn’t too shy and once he engages in conversation you better pack your bags

he’s trying to be funny (keyword: trying) but really it’s just your friends laughing to not make the hot idol bf not feel bad

you help him with his script for music bank

speaking of music bank

yes, yes, you are clowning him like the rest of txt and he comes home like

“not you too :(((((((”

hueningkai

my goodness hueningkai

yall tussle over soobin’s attention

sometimes it feels like youre sharing soobin with kai

you love them both but youre like “kai sweetie it’s cold and i wanna be the one to cuddle my bf so please”

speaking of cuddles 

best cuddles

ones where he’s wearing a really comfortable sweater that’s actually nice material and your face gets buried in his chest 

his limbs will be tangled in yours no doubt

but wow he’s so warm you almost never wanna let go

they don’t call him “home” for nothing

tall boy

makes fun of you if you’re shorter than him

yes he does tease you by placing items on higher-than-you-can-reach shelves

kick his shins he’ll give in

you: ”hows the weather up there”

him: “nice actually but you wouldnt know now would you :)”

tell him your problems, tell him anything

he will listen

and i mean let-you-ramble-for-hours kind of listen

but at the end of it his input is always valuable and he isn’t judgemental

he’s a good listener and gives good advice!!!

he’s not the leader for no reason put some damn trust in him!

[anon911andbuddie]

Active navy seal buck comes to surprise eddie at the station. the team knew that eddie was married, but they didn't know it was to a man. im a sucker for military reunions!

-Claimed by Red

Coming Home

Undisclosed Location

Buck missed two weekly video chats with his family. He was not going to miss a third. If he had to go batshit crazy to finish up this mission in order to make sure he could see his family this week, he would. 

“I can hear your unrest all the way over here, Chaos.” 

“I’d like to get this done so I could see my family instead of worrying them further,” Buck replied.

“You know how the job is, Kid,” his Commander responded.

“Yeah,” he turned to look back through his scope. “Movement.”

“Get ready to move in boys.” 

Six Days Later

Buck stared up at the fire station. He was home, finally home. The aftermath of his mission resulted in two of his brothers being killed. He’d had to sit through three debriefings...he’d missed another video chat with Eddie and Chris, but he was home. He could see his family, hold Eddie and Christopher close. He could try to forget the chaos that ensued and took two of his family away from him. 

He could see people walking around in the station. They were probably doing the different chores Eddie had mentioned before. He gathered a lot of attention as he walked through the bay doors. He’d come straight from his base, still decked out in his fatigues. 

He pulled the hat off of his head as he looked around, trying to spot his husband. “Can I help you,” an older man, almost Buck’s height asked. 

“I’m looking for Eddie, Eddie Diaz.”

“And who are you,” the man asked. 

“I’m-”

“Evan,” the name was whispered, but Buck immediately found the source. He made eye contact with Eddie and that was all it took for Eddie to run towards him. 

Buck braced himself, hefting Eddie up as soon as the other man’s body made contact with his. Both of their grips were tight on the other. Eddie’s hands explored his shoulders and neck, then finally up to his face. He took in the cuts and bruises with a small hiss, “Baby, what happened,” he whispered in the space between them.

“Last mission went to shit, Babe. But I’m here, I’m home,” he whispered, placing his head in the juncture between Eddie’s shoulder and head. He peppered kisses at the skin there, feeling the tension he’d not been aware of bleed away the longer Eddie was in his arms. 

Eddie ran his hands through Buck’s hair, muttering under his breath as he took in his husband. “I was so worried. You never miss three video calls. You always find a way...even if you’re not supposed to.” 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Buck whispered into his skin, “I never wanted to worry you.”

Eddie pulled Buck’s face from his neck, taking a long look at him. “I missed you,” he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Buck’s lips before placing his forehead against Buck’s.

“I missed you so much,” Buck responded.

Buck doesn’t know how long they stay like that before someone clears their throat. Buck does nothing but put his head back in Eddie’s neck, breathing him in. It had been 9 months since Buck had been able to hold Eddie, he wasn’t keen on letting him go any time soon. “Someone you’d like to introduce to the rest of us?”

Buck could feel Eddie smile as his hands ran through Buck’s hair. “My husband. Evan Buckley.”

Someone choked, causing Buck to look up to find the person. “Shit,” an Asian man muttered, “you’re Evan? Maddie’s Evan?” 

Buck felt his eyes narrow as he looked at the man. Before he could respond, Eddie tapped his cheek, “that’s Chimney...Maddie’s boyfriend.”

Buck raised an eyebrow at his Husband. “The boyfriend that got her pregnant?”

“That would be correct.”

Buck placed Eddie back on his feet, placing an arm around the man’s waist as he turned to a rapidly paling Chimney. He held out his hand to the man, glare not fading. “Evan Buckley, hurt my sister and I know ways to make you disappear without a trace.”

Eddie rolled his eyes lightly, hitting his Husband’s shoulder, “please, he’s been nothing but a gentleman to Maddie.”

“Then why the fuck was I only informed she had a boyfriend when she got pregnant,” Buck asked, eyes never leaving the man in front of him who hadn’t reached to shake his hand. 

“Probably because she knew you’d have reservations after Doug,” Eddie sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babe, you’re freaking the team out.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Evan,” the man from before called, hand outstretched towards Buck. Buck slowly reached for the man’s hand. “I’m Bobby Nash, Eddie’s Captain.”

“I’ve heard good things,” Buck gave a small smile to the man as he released his hand. 

“And he’s also heard good things about the rest of the team...he’s just trying to look all intimidating,” Eddie elbowed him in the side. 

“Can’t a guy instill fear in his Husband’s crew without being called out on it? I just want to make sure they know not to mess with my Husband,” Buck sighed lightly. 

“Excuse me,” a kind looking African American called. Buck raised an eyebrow at her, “you seem to have quite a few cuts and bruises...do you need to be checked out? Any bandages need to be reapplied?”

“This is Hen Wilson, the one I told you that got into Medical School. Do you need to be checked over, Babe,” Eddie asked.

Buck shook his head, “got checked out between the second and third debriefing. I’m fine. Better off than-” Buck trailed off, clenching his jaw. He shook his head, “just ready to head home and see Chris.”

A phone went off, jolting the group. “You going to answer that, Buck,” Eddie asked. 

Buck cleared his throat, “No, no. I’m on leave. I’m not-no.”

Eddie looked at him calculating. The phone cut off, only for Eddie’s start ringing. Buck could only wince as Eddie reached for his phone, “Babe, it’s nothing. Probably my CO checking in. I’ll call him later.” 

Eddie didn’t listen, placing the phone to his ear, “Eddie Diaz.” He made a contemplative noise as he listened. “Is that so? Mm, yes. Yes Sir. Affirmative. I’ll handle it. Yes, thank you sir. Mm, right. Thank you.” Eddie ended the call and looked at Buck unimpressed. “You skipped two out of three of your evaluations.”

Buck licked his lips, rolling his eyes, “they said it was going to take another two days to come home and I didn’t need a second medical exam. I’m fine. I just needed to come home to my boys.” Buck turned to Eddie, looking at him pleadingly. 

“I remember you saying that you were fine after your Humvee almost took your leg. You and I have different definitions of fine. You can’t just skip out on your evaluations, they’re to make sure you’re alright even if you’re trying to convince yourself that you’re fine.”

Buck looked away from Eddie, sighing. “I told your CO that I’d handle it. Hen and Chim are going to check you out again. I’m going to get more information on your Mental Health Specialist and when they plan to come to see you. You’re lucky your CO is so understanding. If I’d pulled this stunt in the Army, I would have been dishonorably discharged.”

Buck bit his lip but nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Eddie responded softly. “I’m sorry about your brothers.”

Buck sucked in a breath and nodded. “Me too.”

“Get checked out by Hen and Chim. I’ll call Carla to come and-”

“Eddie, take the rest of the shift off. I’ll call in a temp,” Bobby called. 

Eddie didn’t try to argue, wanting nothing more than to go home with his Husband. “Alright, get checked out, I’ll have Carla make sure Chris is home so that we can surprise him.”

“Could we get ice cream later? By the pier? I think Chris would like that.”

Eddie chuckled. “Of course, Amor...I can think of another person who would enjoy it.”

“Always, Babe.”

[tangledstarlight]

oh all of this silence and patience (oh im pining in anticipation)

listen it’s still august in some timezones so this totally counts as posting something in august okay? okay! i hope people like this, it took me far too long to finish, but also special shoutout to the wonderful @ourstarscollided​ who really helped me with the whole first section of this fic, without her i truly would still be working on it, so thank you eunice, you’re the best!💜 okay enjoy! 

the first firefighter!luke fic for anyone who wants to read that first, though it can be read alone: ao3 / tumblr

also on ao3!

lil disclaimer: i’m still not a firefighter and i also know that they dont use fire poles anymore but lets just ✨pretend✨ for the visual okay. this takes place between part 4 and 5 in the original fic!

trigger warnings! lots of swearing, implied sexual content.

RATED T –– there’s no graphic scenes but there’s a lot of kissing and fading to black, so rating might change if anyone needs me to 😬

Word count: 6,072

“Look who it is!”

Julie feels a grin pull up on the corners of her mouth as she spots Luke’s station captain coming around the end of one of the fire trucks Julie is walking between, sending her a wave of the clipboard she’s holding. “You’re here early.”

“Yeah, class ended early and I thought I'd pop over to see if I could get some extra time with Luke,” Julie shrugs, holding up the pale grey burlap bag that Alex had packed their food into.

And there’s a sympathetic look that crosses over Harrison’s face, because she knows that the younger woman knows she’s in charge of Luke’s shifts and the reason why Julie comes over every Tuesday to have lunch with her boyfriend.

Because that’s why she was here. To have lunch with him like she did every Tuesday between her classes and when the fires of LA would allow. Sometimes Alex would text her to stop by to pick up a packed lunch for them, sometimes she made something herself, sometimes they just ordered in. The food wasn’t really the point, it was just getting to spend some time together. Julie had never really thought about it before, but there was always something, someone, somewhere, trapped or hurt or on fire. Luke was a very busy person, and it meant sometimes their lunches got interrupted by blaring alarms and him pressing a quick kiss to her lips before rushing off.

Tuesdays were apparently very busy days for a firefighter.

“What’s the master chef prepared for you this week then?” Harrison asks, crossing her arms and clipboard across her chest and lifting one brow, “Y’know Alex used to cook for us, he’d send Luke in every Saturday he was on shift with all sorts of goodies.”

Julie bites her lip to try not to laugh at the exaggerated sigh that leaves the older woman's lips as she shakes her head sadly. There was something about Vivian Harrison that just— put people at ease. The first time Julie had officially met her there had been a warm hug and teasing remarks and there was just something that had viscerally reminding Julie of her aunt Victoria that it was kind of impossible not to like the station captain after that.

“He was pretty busy so it’s just some sandwiches,” she wrinkles her nose a little before smiling, “I’ll tell him how much you’re missing his cooking though, I’m sure the blame will fall completely on Luke.”

Harrison laughs, and tilts her head slightly as she shrugs, “That boy of yours is just very easy to blame.”

She feels a sudden flush to her cheeks at ‘that boy of yours’ that she hopes can be played off by how warm it always is in the station. She can see Harrison’s lips twitching, like she’s about to say something teasing, but Julie is saved from it by two people walking past them and a change of mind.

“Morales, can you tell Patterson his lunch is here.”

“Sure thing Cap,” one of the guys says, shooting her a wide smile that Julie feels compelled to return quickly before he’s rushing off, past the fire engines and up some stairs. And Julie’s about to ask Harrison if they’ve been busy today and if she’d found time to visit the farmers market they’d talked about last time, but another voice interrupts, and Julie hadn’t even realised the other guy hadn’t followed his friend.

“So you’re Patterson’s girl, right?” The blonde asks, eyes scanning her up and down in a way that makes her want to hide behind someone. There’s something vaguely familiar about him, probably because she’s seen him in passing for the last couple of months but never talked to him. Which wouldn’t have been weird if most of the other people in the station hadn’t introduced themselves the first time Luke had invited her to one of their station parties, and made an effort to talk to her whenever she'd stopped by since.

“Yeah, I’m Julie,” she smiles politely, trying to put emphasis on her name. She doesn't mind being known as Luke's girl by people at the station who have actually made an effort to get to know her. 

“Right, right, nice to meet you Julie. I’m Nick, I’m sure Luke’s mentioned me,” he grins, teeth showing and shoulders pulling back like he’s expecting her to — what? Clap? A small furrow works its way between her brows as Nick starts up a conversation without even waiting for her response and she suddenly understands what Luke means about him. Because he has mentioned the condescending, stereotypical blonde frat boy before, and never in a good way. It was mostly followed by some very creative swear words and a mumbled ‘he’s going to get either himself or one of us really hurt one day’.

She tries to follow along with the conversation, nodding politely and laughing whenever Harrison forces one out, but Nick only seems interested in talking about himself, and normally she can feign interest, but right now all she wants is to talk to one person in particular.

There’s the sound of too many voices heading in their direction and Julie turns around, eyes searching for one person, but all she’s met with is a collection of firefighters she vaguely knows and tries not to let her disappointment show too clearly on her face.

“Wow Molina, don’t look so excited to see us!” An elbow nudges her side and Julie glances up to see Carrie Wilson has appeared in the place that Nick had just stood, eyebrows raised and a blinding smile as the other blonde frowns from behind her, still trying to carry on his conversation.

“No! I am glad to see you all it’s just—” Julie starts, eyes a little wide as she looks at the other girl because Carrie had only ever been nice to her, but Luke had a lot of stories about the blonde being ruthless and rude to people she was mildly inconvenienced by.

(One of Luke’s favourite stories was about Carrie loudly telling some girl that Nick was flirting with how he had used the same lines on her two months before. Luke told it every chance he could get, sparing no details on the look of horror that has taken over Nick’s face.)

“You’re here for Patterson,” Carrie cuts her off with a wink, elbow nudging her lightly again, “Don’t worry, we all know. He should be down soon.” There’s something about how she says it that raises more questions than answers for Julie, furrow between her brows and mouth opening to comment when Carrie just nods her head behind her, and Julie turns around to spot Luke.

It’s impossible, Julie knows it’s impossible, but she could swear time slows down. Like she’s in some rom-com movie where the main character sees their love interest for the first time.

Only she’s not in a film, she’s stood next to a fire engine and trying to care about what the people around her are talking about and it’s far from the first time she’s seen the love interest. But the world still feels like it’s in slow motion all the same as she looks up as Luke calls her name from the second floor, grinning at her from over the banister and holding up one hand in that universal signal for ‘wait’.

And Julie waits, not that she could really do anything else with the firehouse blurring at the edges and Nick's voice fading into the background. Focus entirely on Luke.

She’s never seen someone slide down the pole before, didn’t even know that they still used them in firehouses, but Julie’s pretty sure it shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Though, she supposes, it could just be Luke. His hand wraps around the metal and Julie swallows as her eyes are drawn to his arms, to where his top pulls tight and his forearms are on show. If this was a film, there’d be some stereotypical song about sex playing in the background right about now. All her slightly hazy brain can supply is the chorus to Lady Marmalade on repeat. His legs wrapped around the pole, ankles crossed and thighs pressed together, comes into view as he slides down the metal, all cool and in control, and Julie's throat goes dry.

She knows how much strength it takes to slide down a pole. Her and Flynn had taken a few pole dancing classes a few years ago in an attempt to add some sort of exercise into their day. Julie can still remember how much her arms ached and the bruises that littered the insides of her thighs after even the simplest of moves.

It was hard, and Luke was making it look so easy.

His feet hit the ground, and even though she’s too far away to actually hear it, she’s pretty sure they must make some sort of thudding sound. Because that’s what happens, right? You slide down the pole and your feet hit the floor with a thud that shows you’re ready for action. Only Luke isn’t going off to put on his uniform and fight a fire or save a life.

He’s walking towards her, suspenders swaying and smile widening and eyes never leaving her face.

And look, she knows that she’s seen Luke fully naked, fresh out of a shower or panting on his back. But seeing him slide down that fucking pole in his white t-shirt, suspenders by his knees and hair a mess? Hottest thing she has ever seen. And he knows it if the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he gets closer is anything to go by.

“How long did it take you to practice all that, Patterson?” Carrie asks, and Julie can hear the teasing tone in her voice and would normally enjoy seeing Luke stammer and blush, but right now she’s the one feeling too warm and is pretty sure if she started speaking right now all that would come out would be a high pitched noise.

“About the same amount of time it takes you to do your hair,” is his easy reply and Julie watches as Carrie rolls her eyes, hair flipping over her shoulder, and because he’s momentarily not looking at her, Julie tries to pull her thoughts together. To get a hold of herself. This is not the first time she has seen him in his uniform, she has seen in him in far less, and she will not turn into a blushing mess right now!

“Alright you lot, back to work!” Harrison interrupts before anyone can say anything else, and everyone starts walking away, some nudging Luke as they go, some giving her a wave, and she thinks she must smile back, at least she hopes she does. Her brain is still very much focused on Luke and how his thighs probably looked coming down that pole without the heavy duty trousers. “You tell Alex I’m still a fan of the flapjack he makes,” Harrison says as she walks past, dropping an eye into a wink and giving Luke a look she doesn’t understand.

A tense smile pulls at Julie’s lips that she hopes comes across as genuine and not just her unable to speak because of her incredibly hot and infuriatingly knows it boyfriend.

“You alright, Jules? Looking a little flushed, need me to get one of the EMT’s?” Luke asks, all innocence and anything but subtle as he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, teeth still chewing on his damn lip.

“Just—” she clears her throat, trying to glare up at him, but already knowing it’s ruined by the heat in her cheeks and how she can’t stop staring at his arms. God, she hasn’t been this distracted by his arms since their first date. Blowing out a breath, Julie drags her eyes away from where his arms are crossed across his chest — which, she’s like, 80% sure he’s doing on purpose right now, the little shit — and up to his face just as he raises an eyebrow at her.

“It’s just a little warm,” she finally manages to get out, raising her hand that’s clutching the reusable grocery bag too tight, “Alex sent me with lunch.”

Luke’s eyes light up at the mention of Alex and food, hands dropping from his chest to eagerly reach for the bag and Julie can’t help but giggle at how quickly he can switch from cocky to cute.

“Swee-et! Alex is best,” he grins down at her, drawing out the first syllable of the word and bobbing his head at her. “You wanna eat outside?”

Julie doesn’t respond, just nods her head and links her fingers through his empty hand, letting Luke lead her out of the fire station and to the little grassy area outside. There’s already a blanket on the ground, two bottles of water and a warmth spreads through her for a different reason as Luke pulls her down to the ground and spreads out the food Alex has given them.

They get an hour.

An hour to eat lunch and curl up together to talk and giggle and try to keep their hands visible at all times. It’s both her favourite and the most tortuous hour of her week so far. And Luke’s just leaning in to whisper something in her ear, his breath against her cheek sending shivers down her spine when the alarm starts blaring from inside and his head drops to her shoulder with a sigh that mingles with her own groan.

“I gotta go,” he mutters into the fabric of her t-shirt, and she can imagine how his lips would feel brushing against her skin if they were somewhere else right now.

“I know,” she sighs and carefully moves her shoulder so he has to lift his head up, eyes apologetic as they meet hers. “Be careful?”

“Always am,” Luke smiles gently at her and then he’s getting up and leaving her on the blanket and feeling the loss. Julie watches him go, knees pulled up to her chest and blowing him a kiss when he turns around to wave one last time like he always does when the alarm inevitably ends their lunch date early.

Which normally Julie was fine with.

He was at work. He had a job. He had an important job.

Running out in the middle of lunch was fine. And it would have been fine today, if he hadn’t slid down that damn pole and filled her head with all sorts of ideas and left her fidgeting in her seat. It doesn’t help that Luke clearly knows, if the way he presses a kiss to her forehead and mutters a sorry, eyes a little wide and promises to see her later.

Which is all well and good, but Julie can’t help but feel like he did it on purpose and wonders if there’s a way for her to make him feel just as flustered as she had an hour earlier.

//

It takes her a while to form a plan of revenge, and then it takes a while longer for her to gather all the things she needs. And okay, maybe at some point she forgets why she’s doing all this, and then Luke mentions the pole at the station and how it makes his muscles ache sometimes as he says he’s going for a shower and Julie remembers the sight of him coming down and redoubles her planning.

The hard part comes when she has to pick a day. Because she can’t lure him to her house, not while her dad is working odd hours and her brother is home and Victoria still has a tendency to show up unannounced. Which leaves finding a time when his apartment is empty.

Not an easy feat when Reggie works from home part time, and can’t actually be trusted to stick to his word when he says he’ll be out and Alex has a weekend routine he’s hard pressed to change and likes to get home from work and relax. Plus she has to check when Luke isn’t working on a weekend, which turns out to be the easiest part, because it turns out Harrison really likes her and was happy to schedule Luke a weekend off when she asked.

Sure, she could have enacted her plan while one or both of them were home too but, well Julie knows the boys are all very close, and she knows that they’ve accepted her into the closeness with welcome arms. But she’s not sure she wants to have sex while they’re eating leftover lasagna down the hall. Feels a little too close for her liking. Plus, she has a plan that might end up involving their bath and she’s not sure they’d want to be there for that.

So Julie bides her time. Changes her mind on what clothes she wants and practices different poses on her bed at night and drops little hints about a weekend alone together.

Alex makes plans first, announces that he’s going with Willie to an out of state kids skateboarding competition to help cheer on Willie’s little proteges. He makes a big deal out telling them all the dates and how they had plans to go to some couples spa on their way back and how his restaurant would be ‘more than happy to supply any meals for two that you two might want’.

It had gone over Luke’s head, just nodding and asking about the competition. But Julie had gotten the hint.

And then a few days later Reggie said he had ‘big plans’ with her dad and brother of all people. He’d said it one afternoon when she’d stopped by to see Luke before his week of night shifts, how they were going to go camping so her dad could take some photos for a project and Reggie could teach Carlos to fish, and then he’d dropped his eye in a dramatic wink when she’d asked if that was the same weekend Alex was also away.

(Julie knew that she probably should have found it a little weird how often Reggie seemed to talk and hang out with her family, but the first time she’d gotten home to find him sitting at the dining room table, helping her dad edit photos and offering to order pizza, had felt strangely right.

Like he had always been a part of their family.

Luke had asked her once, a few weeks after they first started dating if it was okay. If she didn’t mind that Reggie had seemed to attach himself to her family. He never explicitly said anything, but she’d known him long enough by then to see the hints, the secrets she wasn’t aware of yet. Of lonely childhoods and something lacking. The hints that he’d found that with her family. And even if she hadn’t been fine with it already, she wasn’t about to stop Reggie. The Molina’s had never been shy about taking in lost souls.)

So apparently she hadn’t been quite as subtle as she thought she’d been with her hints. Both boys clearly conspiring to get her a weekend alone with their best friend. Julie’s just glad that Luke clearly hasn’t noticed. Or if he hadn’t, hadn’t teased her about it.

And that their apartment is empty when she uses her key to let herself in on Friday evening, Hotdog already waiting by the shoes for Luke, head tilted as she looks up mewling softly in disappointment.

“Sorry sweetie, he’ll be home soon though,” Julie mummers, bending down to scratch behind the cat's ears before stepping out of her shoes, which Hotdog happily moves to sit on top of instead. “Be sure to make a big fuss when he gets in so I know, alright?”

Hotdog doesn’t respond, just fixes her eyes back on the front door to wait for Luke, and Julie moves further into the apartment, laughing quietly at the plate of brownies Alex or Willie have clearly left out for them on the counter, blushing slight as she reads the short message scrawled on a post-it note,

‘Don’t mess up my kitchen ;)’

She tries not to let herself think too hard or long about how clearly they all knew about her grand plans for the night. And the next day, and hopefully the whole weekend if things went according to plan.

Picking up the plate on her way through the kitchen, Julie shrugs out of her coat to leave on the back of one of the kitchen stools, because if Luke missed her shoes in the hall, he won't miss this, and she’s really hoping he’ll get the hint to head towards his bedroom. By the time she’s made it to Luke’s room she’s lifted the cellophane off the plate and taken a bite from one of the brownies. Definitely Willie who’d baked them, he was always doubling up the chocolate content. Where Alex was experimental in the kitchen, Willie was a traditionalist who believed chocolate was the best way to set a mood. Julie couldn’t really fault his logic as she moves into Luke’s room.

His room looks the same as it had the first time she’d seen it. Only now there’s a bottle of her perfume on his dresser, and some of her clothes on his ‘laundry’ chair, and polaroids of the two of them stuck in the corners of the photo frames of him and the boys. And Julie knows if she thinks about it, that her room at her dad's house is also littered with pieces of him as well, and she knows it’s only been a few months, but it feels like years. Like her life had been full of all these little gaps she’d never noticed until they were filled with Luke.

Putting the plate down, she starts moving around his room. Pulling out the firefighting coat he’d brought home a few weeks ago because he’d found a rip in the shoulder, rooting through his wardrobe for the plain blue cut off she’d seen the last time she was over and laying them out on his bed. Tilting her head, Julie mentally puts together her outfit one more time. Shorts, suspenders, Luke’s cut-off, coat, maybe the shoes? She bites her lip and decides to come back to it, to see how everything looks on.

It’s strange, Julie thinks as she clips one side of her suspenders to her shorts, how nervous she is about this. It’s not like this is the first time they’ll have slept together, but it is the first time she’s done anything like this. Dressed up in something other than a pretty dress for dinner that he’d taken great care of taking off her.

What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought it was weird? What if he got home and was too tired to do anything? He’d been at work all day, after a long week of working, maybe she should change her plans and do it tomorrow night? What if—

She cuts her own thoughts off with a groan, sitting down on the end of Luke’s bed to take a breath and fiddle with knee high sheer socks dotted with little stars that she’d ordered online. Logically, Julie knows that Luke will like this, that he’ll look at her with those eyes of his that can’t hide a single emotion and smile at her slowly and call her beautiful.

Because he’d been complimenting her since their first date, and every day since. Little things and big changes and all the between. He really did seem to like her just as much dressed up and with make-up on as he did when she’d just woken up on a morning with her hair a mess and pillow creases still on her cheeks.

And that in itself was scary.

Because he liked her for her and didn’t need her to change. She’d never really dated anyone before who didn’t want her to be less invested in music or spend less time with her family or who didn’t like Flynn or even one guy who thought she should try a different scent of shampoo. They’d all been relationships littered with red flags, big and small.

But not even Flynn could find a real warning sign about Luke. Maybe he was a little co-dependant on his friends, but neither of them could say anything because they were a little co-dependant too. And maybe he could be a little over enthusiastic, but he also knew when to give her space. He had a stable job and good friends and was cute and lived in a nice area and he had a cat.

And, once upon a time, he had had a similar dream to her.

One of the things Flynn had managed to dig up on him during her ‘background’ check was an old low quality video on youtube of three boys in a garage playing instruments that looked too big for them but taking the whole thing seriously. Voices cracking on the cover of Summer of ‘69 they were playing, but Julie had seen the way they grinned at each other, at the way a younger Luke had bounced around the small space and Reggie had rocked on his feet and Alex had thrown a drumstick in the air and caught it again. They were kids, but they were talented and it's at that moment that Julie realises Luke was right. They could have made it.

She wonders what would have happened if fate hadn’t intervened in the form of a fire. She’s pretty sure Luke has wondered the same thing too. He doesn’t talk about it much and Julie’s never sure how much to push because he seems happy in his life and choices. And plus, if it hadn’t been for a fire in a record store, there’s a chance they wouldn’t have met.

Julie frowns a little at that thought as she rolls on her second sock over her knee and stands up, straightening out her shorts and twisting the side of Luke’s cut off up and tying it into a knot. She’s never been the biggest believer in fate since her mom died but she thinks there’s something a little like fate that’s pulled them together. And she thinks they’d have met with a fire or without a fire, with music or without.

She wrinkles her nose at herself in the mirror at that thought, rolling her eyes at how cheesy it sounds even to herself. Fate and destiny, who did she think she was? They were just two people lucky enough to find each other.

An alarm goes off on her phone to tell her she’s got half an hour before Luke is due home and this is her last chance if she wants to change her mind.

Tilting her head a slightly to the side, Julie takes in her high waisted shorts, red suspenders dangling by her thighs, the way her t-shirt cinches at her waist and reveals just a strip of skin above her shorts where she knows Luke likes to rest his hands when he pulls her close. She’d taken extra care with her curls and all she had to do was apply some lipstick and touch up her eyeliner and she’d be ready.

It’s Flynn’s voice in the back of her head as she tucks curls behind her ears to lean a little closer to her reflection and, as she pulls back, smacking her lips once before letting them rest in a pout, she can’t help but reiterate it, “I do look hot.”

The front door shuts and Julie can hear Hotdog meowing and Luke’s muffled voice down the corridor as she’s pulling his coat over her shoulders. It’s far too big for her, hanging below her knees and she has to roll the sleeves up three times to free her hands, but the collar smells like smoke and metal and Luke and his last name is written across the right hand side and his station across her back.

That was the part that Flynn had said would really get him — his name on her. Luke wasn’t exactly possessive, but she and Flynn had agreed there was just something about it that was A Lot, in a good way. (Unlike buying a pole and installing it in Luke’s room for a weekend, that was A Lot, in a bad way. Her plan had gone through many different phases before settling on this one. Luckily, it was also the cheapest.)

“Jules?” Luke calls and Julie bites her lip as she carefully climbs on to his bed, and kneels in the middle before changing her mind and crawling off the other side to stand next to it instead.

“I’m in here,” she calls back and she hears something dropping to the floor, probably his bag she guesses, and then his footsteps sounding down the hall.

Julie’s glad she opted for the shoes, just simple black heels, but they give her an extra lift and something more for Luke to look at as he opens his bedroom door. She has one knee slightly bent and resting on her toes, coat sleeves hiding the way her hands are balled up at her sides and one shoulder raised a little higher than the other as she tilts her head at him, biting her lip.

He freezes in the doorway, mouth partly open like he’d been about to say something only to get lost somewhere between his brain and vocal chords as his eyes seem to lock on to the coat she’s wearing before traveling down to her bare legs and Julie watches him swallow, adam's apple bobbing. Just as his eyes get back up to her face she moves one hand to tuck her coat behind her hip and hook her thumb under her suspenders in a way she’s seen him do countless times.

And it gets the reaction she wants, his eyes zeroing in on her hand and tracing up the line of red that covers her chest. Luke’s tongue darts out to swipe across his bottom lip as he blinks and finally drags his eyes back up to her face, pupils blown wide and she watches as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Hi,” she breathes out, and almost immediately regrets it. She's trying for sexy but thinks it just comes across as gasping. Which she hopes she’ll be eventually at some point tonight, but would at least like to be touched a little first.

“You—” Luke starts, and his voice is rough like he’s not used it in hours so he swallows again and Julie’s momentarily distracted by the way his throat moves before his speaking again, “Is that my coat?”

“Maybe,” Julie shrugs, turning slightly so she can pull at the collar of the coat to peer down at the name stitched in the fabric, “Oh look, it does say your name. Would you like me to take it off?” She blinks up at him with a soft smile.

Julie doesn’t know if it’s the smile or her words or just everything about the moment, but Luke lets out a low groan and before she can even blink he’s stood in front of her, hands on her hips and fingers brushing against her strip of visible skin, just like she knew he would. And she’s thankful for the heels all over again when it gives her the little extra height that means Luke doesn’t have to bend down quite so far to brush his lips across her cheek.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, lips ghosting along her jaw and Julie has to rest her hands against his chest to steady herself as her legs already feel wobbly. If she didn’t love him, she’d almost hate him for how easily he can affect her.

“Luke,” she whines as he continues to avoid her lips and trails one hand up his chest to wrap around his neck, fingers winding into his hair to tug lightly which only results in making him huff a laugh against the skin below her ear before giving in and pulling back.

“So,” he starts, press a light kiss to her cheek again again, “fucking,” he kisses the corner of her lips, “beautiful.” And he finally presses his lips to hers, soft at first and then she nips lightly at his top lip and he flexes his fingers against her hip, tugging her a closer with her suspenders to deepen the kiss.

Julie walks them backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed and Luke takes the lead from there, lowering her down without breaking the kiss. He pulls away just enough to gasp for a breath, and she looks up at him, chest heaving and takes her chance to start her own teasing trail of kisses up his neck and across his jaw.

“Fuck,” he mutters and Julie smiles as she sucks lightly at his neck and sees the red mark her lipstick has left behind. She just hopes it lasts long enough for her full plan.

//

“This was because of the pole thing a few weeks ago, right?” Luke asks a few hours later as they lie in the middle of his bed, blankets half pushed to the floor and Julie’s spent the last five minutes kicking her legs back and forth to try and dislodge the reminder from covering her legs without having to turn around or sit up. She’s perfectly comfortably lying on her front, licking chocolate off her fingers from one of the brownies that Alex and Willie had been correct in leaving for them.

“Maybe,” she tries to shrug, but it’s awkward in this position and she quickly gives up to just look at him from under her lashes with a smile.

Luke laughs, his fingers trailing up and down her arm and over her shoulder a few times before he sits up slightly and leans over to press a kiss to her shoulder, “If I’d known it would cause such a reaction I would have slid down that pole in front of you months ago.”

“It might have still taken us months to get to this. Your roommates have very annoying schedules,” she shakes her head sadly and she thinks her hair has to be hitting him in the face, but he doesn’t say anything, just carefully gathers it in one hand to drape over her other shoulder, his lips still brushing soft kisses across her skin.

“Yeah. I’d get rid of them if Alex didn’t feed me for free and Reggie didn’t get us so many free tickets to stuff,” he sighs, breath blowing against her skin as his nose nudges over her shoulder blade until his lips follow and his rest his chin on her shoulder, and all she has to do is turn her head a little to find his eyes on her lips. “Though it would be so worth it for weekends like this.”

“Guess we should just make the most of this one first, huh?”

It’s a little awkward, and Luke must be uncomfortable with his torso twisted like it is, but it’s easy to kiss Luke, and to roll over until she can push him back down until his back hits the mattress and she can hover over him instead.

“You sound like you have a plan,” Luke comments, and his hands rest on her hips, fingers tapping against her as he looks up at her with those damn eyes of his. The ones that can’t hide a single thought or emotion. And all she can see is love, and okay yeah, probably a lot of lust.

“There might have been some bullet point list involved,” she shrugs one shoulder, her hair slipping over as she moves and Luke’s fingers flex against her, squeezing one hip as he lets out something that sounds halfway between a laugh and a groan.

“That shouldn’t be this hot,” he shakes his head, but his eyes are still shining and Julie loves him.

So she tells him. And kisses him. And wonders if it’s too soon to suggest they spend all their weekends together forever.

[ukeishin]

— where did you go?

note: first attack on titan fic on this account!! im excited, but at the same time nervous??? pls be nice lol.

pairing: eren yeager & gender neutral (bff!) reader

word count: 1437

warning: angst, reader has neglectful parents, brief gore, aot 112 spoilers

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When you think about your childhood, the first thing that comes to mind is the Yeager household.

Your parents were admittedly not the best. They were neglectful to say the least, and often left you to your own devices, not caring for what sort of trouble you may find yourself in. As long as you didn’t do anything that had the Garrison at their front door, they didn’t care what you did. You took advantage of that fact and spent the majority of your days outside of the stifling walls of your home, exploring the district of Shiganshina. It was during one of these days that you had stumbled upon Eren Yeager, or rather he had stumbled upon you.

You had been walking down a quiet side street, minding your business, when a boy had come barrelling through and knocked you to the ground. He landed on top of you with a yelp while you grunted in pain at the rough impact of your back suddenly connecting with the dirt ground.

“Eren!” A high feminine voice calls out before a series of quickening footsteps rang throughout the air until a woman stands above both you and the boy still lying on top of you. He groans, eyes widening when he realizes that there’s someone underneath him, and scrambles as quickly as he can off of you. “This is why you shouldn’t run off like that,” the woman chides the boy, who cries out when she pinches his ear.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” She turns your attention to you, a worried expression across her face as she offers a hand to you. You’re unsure of how to react with the sudden concern for your well-being and give her a jerky nod in response.

“I’m alright, ma’am,” you say, wincing when she helps ease you back up to your feet. Her brows knit together when she sees the flash of pain that crosses your face.

“Oh dear, you skinned your palms,” she mutters. Her hands are gentle against yours as she flips your palms face up to get a better look at them. Your face warms as you attempt to withdraw your hands from her loose grip.

“It’s alright,” you sputter out, a bit uncomfortable that a stranger is treating you so kindly. The boy, who you presume to be Eren, stands beside the woman, peering at your hands that now hang loosely by your side.

“You’re bleeding,” he points out. “My dad says stuff like that can get infected if you don’t treat it properly.”

You choke on your own spit at the thought of your wounds getting infected.

“Eren, you’re going to scare the poor child by saying that,” the woman reprimands. In a much gentler voice, she turns back to you: “Those scrapes look rather painful. I’d like to make sure they get cleaned, especially since my son here knocked you over.” She punctuates the word son with a stern look addressed at Eren, who huffs and looks away while color floods his cheeks.

“Our home isn’t too far away and my husband is a doctor who can take a look at your palms.” You pause, thinking it over. You really don’t want to be a problem for this nice lady, but your palms are beginning to sting a lot. She must notice your hesitation because she gives you a reassuring smile. “I insist, honey.”

“Okay,” you slowly say, causing the woman to beam at you.

“My name’s Carla Yeager and this is my son Eren,” she introduces as she begins to lead you back to their home. You give your name as well, and small talk is made on the walk. Carla inquires about your family, but quickly moves on from the topic when she notices how uncomfortable the subject makes you. Eren interjects at one point and you slip into an easy conversation with the boy.

Once you arrive at their home and Carla explains the situation to her husband, who regards you with a friendly expression, he motions for you to sit down in front of him so he can take a look at your hand. In no time, Grisha gently disinfects the shallow scrapes, prompting you to grimace at the stinging sensation, and then carefully wraps your palms up.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Yeager,” you say once he’s finished. You shift around in your seat, unsure of what to do now that he’s done. Picking up on your restlessness from the kitchen, Carla suggests that you go play with Eren, who doesn’t look displeased with the idea and grabs your wrist before heading out the door.

That was your first introduction to the Yeager family. 

Eren and you quickly became friends, and it wasn’t long until your presence in the Yeager household came to be expected. Although you liked to skirt around the subject, Grisha and Carla were aware of your relationship with your parents and always assured you that you were more than welcome at their home no matter what. You were Eren’s first friend, but soon your duo became a trio when you two had defended Armin from some bullies and then a quartet when the Yeagers took in Mikasa after the murder of her parents.

Your childhood is full of fond memories. Helping Carla and Mikasa with the laundry, despite Carla’s insistence that you didn’t have to. Attentively listening to Grisha patiently explain how to treat minor cuts and bruises given that your group of friends tends to find themselves in trouble of one sort or another. Running around the streets of Shiganshina with your friends and relaxing beside one of the canals underneath the heat of the afternoon sun. Eating meals with the Yeagers, unable to quell the overwhelming happiness that you have people in your life that are like a real family to you.

But good things never last, do they? 

You’re reminded of this fact when Hannes drags you away from the one place you considered home as you can do nothing but watch as Carla Yeager gets eaten by a Titan.

You’ll never forget the sickening sound of her bones breaking as the Titan squeezed her in its hand nor the feeling of her warm blood spraying onto your face as it bit down onto her torso. The image of Carla Yeager being eaten is seared into your memory from that point onward and haunts your dreams nearly every night.

It’s been years since that day. You, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin have stuck together ever since then. You’re older now. Aged and weary despite still being a teenager. You suppose that’s what fighting does to you. That’s what war does.

Eren. The person you’ve known ever since you were a child. A man who’s been your best friend for over a decade, and someone you consider to be family. You can barely recognize him now. The empty look in his eyes and the lack of emotion and care when you speak to him is disconcerting. The light in his eyes has been snuffed out and your heart aches.

You hurt for the ten year old boy who was forced to watch his mother eaten in front of him. The fifteen year old who had a burden much too large placed upon his shoulders. The nineteen year old who firmly believes that this is the only way.

He’s your family, and you so badly want to understand why. Why is he doing this? Why is he going down this path? You can understand his point of view, but it’s not right. You know it’s not right. Innocent people shouldn’t have to die. Not like the residents of Shiganshina did, like your neglectful parents did, like Carla Yeager did.

The man who stands before you is nearly unrecognizable. Where did your best friend go?

Because this man is not him. This is not the same boy who proclaimed he would always protect you no matter what. The boy who had fire in his eyes and determination in his veins to ensure that nobody else would have to experience the horror of the Titans.

Eren Yeager would not sit across a table and be so cruel to tear his closest friends to shreds. He would not attack Armin, saying that he was mindlessly carrying Bertholdt’s will by visiting Annie so often. He would not doubt Mikasa’s care for him, by calling her a slave to her Ackerman blood.

And Eren Yeager would not stare at you with emotionless eyes and calmly tell you that it should’ve been you that was eaten that day instead of his mother.