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sometimesanalice · 1 year ago

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Hey, Sailor

Summary: It’s Fleet Week and Rooster would rather be anywhere else than on the flight deck of the USS Portland. That is, until a pretty thing in a sundress catches his eye and then suddenly his day is looking up.

Pairing: Bradley”Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5.8K

Warnings: Flirty Banter, Smut, and Bradley Bradshaw in Summer Whites (Minors DNI)

Note: When @roosterforme asks you to write her a Fleet Week fic, you write the Fleet Week fic! Here you go, Em! 💛

Normally, Rooster loved Fleet Week.

He loved the lively atmosphere and the parades. He loved the free drinks that were handed to him as soon as he entered a bar. And he especially loved all the attention he got from women when he wore his Summer Whites.

He usually came back to the ship looking less than pristine with lipstick on the collar of his uniform and hidden on other places on his body.

The USS Portland was teaming with excited families and camera-happy civilians taking in the sights from deck of the transport ship as they settled in for the five-hour journey to the San Diego. It was a Fleet Week tradition to welcome people aboard for an immersive experience, picking them up from a port further up North and then cruising along the coast before making their final docking for the week.

There were grills set up on the deck and the smell of flame kissed hamburgers and hotdogs mixed with the sea salt air. The sun was shining and the mood was light.

But this year, Rooster simply could not be bothered to give a fuck.

Especially not when he could have been home already instead of being stuck giving tours on a ship that he’d never even stepped foot on prior to three days ago when he and Hangman had been given orders to join in the procession on the vessel into the city after completing a short training deployment.

His superiors had okay-ed the terrible suggestion from some random Public Relations Specialist who clearly didn’t realize that he had better things to do with his time.

Early that morning, Bradley had stood on the dock with his arms crossed and wearing an impassive scowl as they had lifted his Super Hornet onto the flight deck like it was some kind of decorative hood ornament.

Sure, it was fun to watch the kids’ eyes get wide with excitement as they ooh-ed and ahh-ed over the features as he pointed them out, but he was getting hot and uncomfortable in his uniform in the mid-afternoon sun on the black tarmac.

He’d rather be in his service khakis like Seresin. Or better yet, naked at home in his own bed.

How Hangman had weaseled himself onto barbecue duty with a beer in his hand, Rooster would never know. The bastard probably played his Texan sir, I came out of the womb grilling shtick.

And every time he passed by the son of a bitch would give him a cocky salute with his tongs.

Jake was irritating on the best day, but today he was downright insufferable.

And he knew it had everything to do with the fact that Hangman’s girlfriend was laughing and lingering at his side, having surprised him by flying in with tickets for the coastal cruise.

At least someone was having a nice time, because it sure as shit wasn’t him.

Rooster was in the process of wrapping up his fourth tour of the day and handing out a couple of Dixie Cup hats to kids on the landing deck on the stern when he was stopped dead in his tracks and had to do a double take because he eyes were definitely playing tricks on him.

You were the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

And he swore for a minute time slowed down as you flashed the most gorgeous smile at some Junior Officer as you laughed along with whatever undoubtedly stupid joke he’d told you. All while the wind played with the ends of your hair.

You looked like such nice girl, such a good girl in your pretty light blue sundress.

The sun was bouncing off your shoulders and the little ruffle at the hem was taunting him with the way it danced around your thighs. It coasted over your curves like water, and fit you just snug enough that there wouldn’t be any Marilyn Monroe moments on deck, much to his disappointment. But the blow was cushioned by the stunning display of your smooth, shapely legs.

From the way your breasts bounced as you walked, he knew there was no way in hell you had a bra on under that little dress.

He’s never been able to resist a bad girl wrapped up like the girl-next-door.

From the second he saw you, he knew you were just his type.

And for the first time that day Bradley is grateful to be wearing the crisp, pressed Summer Whites.

He knew how good his biceps looked in the short sleeves of his uniform. And the way his pants clung to his legs and ass. He’d been spending a lot of his free time in the gym lately and it showed.

He never did mind playing An Officer and a Gentleman when the occasion presented itself, he was always happy to help fuel some fantasies.

The last time he had worn this uniform out during Fleet Week he ended up going home with an absolute smokeshow, so hopefully whatever appeal his uniform had for him back then can still work for him now.

Fleet Week was finally looking up for him.

However, what he didn’t like was the fact that the butterbar was still dominating your attention.

He wanted that smile turned on him. Wanted to see if the look in your bright eyes would be just as playful with your gaze pinned on him instead. He wanted to be the one making you laugh.

It’s not like he’s going to go over there and lick your face like a kid might try and claim dibs on a cupcake.

No, he was going to act in accordance to his rank and station as an Officer in the United States Navy.

Securing the white cap on his head from where it’s been tucked under his arm at every opportunity he’s had that day, he straightens up to his full height and purposefully struts over to you.

Bradley’s never been one to shy away from making an entrance.

He forcefully taps the younger officer’s shoulder, and glances down when the guy turns around to get a look at his name tag.

“Ensign Hubbard, you’re up for civilian tour duties. The next one is due to start at 1400,” he looks down at his watch for dramatic effect, “Which is in about 10 minutes on the starboard bow, so you best get going if you don’t want to be late, junior.”

He might feel a little guilty for springing this on the kid if it wasn’t entirely within his right to assign him the nonexistent task 684 feet in the opposite direction- a fact he learned in preparation for giving tours all day- and away from you.

Especially when he sees how flustered the guy gets as he rushes through his salute and the stammered apologies he gives you before he takes off in a brisk jog heading towards the other side of the ship.

He stands up a bit taller and makes himself a bit broader as your eyes sweep over him.

“Apologies for interrupting, ma’am. But I’d be happy to pick up where the Ensign has left off.”

There’s no missing the appraising interest in them as you take him in.

“The tours are starting at the front of the ship now, are they?” you muse out loud with a little tilt of your head. “What are all those folks over there are lining up for then, I wonder?”

You point deliberately to the group of people who are currently being greeted by the Lieutenant who was scheduled to relieve Rooster of tour duties for the next hour.

“Mm, that sure is a mystery. But Hubbard seems like a smart kid, I wouldn’t worry too much about him.” He shrugs with an unapologetic smirk on his face.

You lift a pointed eyebrow at him.

“So, you sent him away…” the almost-but-not-quite question trailing in the breeze.

“I sent him away,” he readily agrees with a nod. His eyes catch on a golden heart-shaped locket that you’re wearing around that dainty neck as it glints in the sunlight.

A smug smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you notice where his eyes have dropped too, “You’re not even going to deny it, Sailor?”

“Nope,” he says with a grin. “And actually, it’s Lieutenant Commander.”

“Ok, Lieutenant.”

“Commander.”

You hmm contemplatively like his rank was somehow up for debate, toying with that damn little heart-shaped locket in a way that was tempting his eyes to drift further down.

Rooster didn’t think it could be possible, but you’re even prettier up close. He knew you’d be stunning, but he couldn’t have prepared himself for the way your mischievous eyes sparkled magnetically. Or for the warmth spreading in his chest with the way you are broadly smiling at him now.

The top buttons of your dress are undone one more than would be strictly considered family friendly. But Bradley wasn’t bothered by that in the least.

Clearing his throat, he notes, “It’s a nice day for a sail.”

“Ensign Hubbard and I already covered that rather riveting subject earlier,” you tease while looking at him like well, what else have you got.

“Let me try again then.” If you wanted him to put in the work, he was more than up for the challenge. “What brings you for a casual five-hour cruise down the coast on one of the Pacific Fleet’s finest?”

“Now that’s not something we got to before he was telling me about what his ribbons meant in great detail,” you say with a laugh. “Would you believe me if I said I had a deep appreciation for $1.6 billion-dollar ships purchased with Uncle Sam’s defense budget?”

He gives you a half smile as he pretends to contemplate it for a moment, “You know, for some reason, I can’t say that I would.”

“Well, shucks,” you say with an over exaggerated shrug. “What about if I said I was roped into waking up at an ungodly hour to catch a flight up here because my best friend’s boyfriend is a Naval aviator and she wanted me to keep her company for the ‘casual five-hour cruise’, as you called it.”

“Now that I believe,” he drawled. “So, what’s his name?”

“Well, she calls him Jacob. He has one of those silly callsigns too, but I always forget it,” you scrunch your nose adorably as you search for it, “Something-man.”

“You mean Bagman?”

“Yeah, that sounds right.”

He smirks to himself.

“I take it you know him then?” You wait for his nod before looking up at him from under your lashes and asking him, “Does that mean you have a callsign too?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s Rooster.”

He doesn’t miss the way you glance down, and he definitely doesn’t hold back his pointed smirk waiting for your eyes to meet his again.

And when he gives you a cocky raise of his eyebrow, all you do is shrug.

You didn’t just look like his type, you are exactly his type.

“Rooster Bradshaw, huh?” you ask, reaching out to tap a finger on rectangular name tag on his chest. “I take it you have a first name, Lieutenant Commander?”

“Sure do,” he drawls, “But it only seems fair that I get yours in return.”

You grin knowingly at him. His cheek ticks up as you stick your hand out towards him and give him your name. It’s pretty and suits you perfectly.

Bradley says it out loud savoring the syllables in his mouth as he shakes your outstretched hand. And he gives you his in exchange.

He likes how much smaller your hand looks in his.

“Since it seems like your friend has ditched you, what do you say about getting a tour? Not to brag, but I’ve been doing it all day and I’ve got it down to a science now.”

“A private tour? Lucky me,” you purr. “Lead the way Lieutenant Commander Bradley Rooster Bradshaw.”

You knew what you were doing, he’d give you that. And he was eating it up with a spoon ready to ask for second, third, and fourth helpings.

It’s less busy on the flight deck, as people are collecting around the grills waiting for their turn in the buffet lines for the late lunch.

He starts off by showing you his aircraft, giving you a brief rundown of its features.

You run a hand over the body of his fighter jet as he wraps up his now well-practiced spiel, “Do I even want to know how much taxpayer money contributed to this?”

“It depends. Does your appreciation for Uncle Sam’s defense collection extend to F/A-18s too? Or is that strictly reserved for amphibious transport vessels?”

“I’ll keep you posted after I get the full tour,” you say coyly.

“Well then, I shouldn’t keep a lady waiting then. Should I?”

“No, you certainly should not,” you agree.

He guides you past the table that’s set up with squadron memorabilia for people to buy and to the door with a hand on your low back. He’s close enough to smell your perfume now, he wants to bury his nose in your neck to inhale the scent directly from the source.

Rooster navigates the two of you like a pro through the narrow passageways as he takes you to the mess hall where coffee and pre-sliced cakes awaited tour guests. From there he takes you to the galley, the wheelhouse, the engine control room, the 24-bed hospital ward, and the massive hull used to transport heavy machinery.

You as him thoughtful questions every now and then. And he does his best to answer them. The two of you drift closer and closer, it doesn’t escape his notice the way you brush against him when you pass by to get a closer look at some of the things he shows you.

It’s easily his favorite tour of the day.

He loves the sound of your laugh as he tells you about some of the mischief that he and members of his squadron managed to avoid getting caught doing.

Along with some of the things that they did get caught doing.

Your teasing grin and witty banter and little sundress have done a number on him. And he isn’t ready to wrap this up by delivering you back on deck until the absolute last minute he has to resume his official tour duties again.

So when he circles back to the airwing, instead of turning left when he should, he leads you to the ladder that would take you down a level.

And he knows he shouldn’t, that he could get in some big trouble for showing you areas that weren’t explicitly on the official list of tour stops. But he’s always been more of the apologize later type.

Plus, he hasn’t been on this ship for very long, it’s not his fault if he manages to get conveniently turned around.

Bradley waits at the bottom of the steep ladder, actively looking anywhere else but up as you make your descent. When you’re at level with him, he helps you down the rest of the way with a steadying hand at your waist.

And when you turn around he doesn’t step back.

You reach up and run a playful finger along the brim of his cap, “So what’s a girl got to do to get a turn wearing the hat?”

His mind flashes with images of the last time he’d let a woman wear it.

“I’ll have you know this is technically Naval property, they don’t let just anyone have one. You usually have to earn it. But for you?” he pauses and gives you a heated once over, “I’ll let you try it on for free.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want any special treatment,” you say demurely. “But I think in this case, Uncle Sam would understand. I’m a model citizen after all.”

He takes the cap off of his head and gingerly sets it on yours, “You’re something else, that’s for sure.”

It slides forward down your head, “Oh, it’s heavier than it looks.” And Rooster wishes he had his phone on him to get a picture for himself. He likes the way you look wearing his things.

“Looks good on you,” he hums, letting his finger brush against that little locket around your neck.

You run a bold hand down his chest, “Where to next, Lieutenant?”

This time he doesn’t bother to correct you, he knows the game you’re playing now.

Instead he grips your hips and pushes you against the ladder and brings his mouth to yours.You make a noise of surprise before your arms are wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

The kiss starts out light and teasing. Your lips are so soft beneath his. He gently grazes his teeth against your lower lip, before gliding his tongue along the seam of your mouth seeking entrance. The sweep of your tongue against his is everything. The soft moans escaping you are making his pulse thrum in his veins.

It would be so easy for him to get lost in the feeling of your perfect body against his and of the way your fingers were playing with the short hairs on the nape of his neck. But he’s already pushing the limits bringing you down here, he can’t get distracted by kissing you out in the open where anyone could stumble upon the two of you.

The small whimper that you make when he pulls away makes him grin. As does the sight of his cap sitting crookedly on your head.

He thumbs at the lipstick that’s smudged at the side of your mouth, “C’mon, I’ve got one more place I want to show you.”

This time he takes your hand as he guides you down the gray passageway and through the door on the left.

The ready room on the USS Portland is much smaller than the one’s he is familiar with from the aircraft carriers he is usually on, but the set-up is mostly the same. There are a couple of projection screens adhered on the bulkheads and there are a few rows of leather seats with a swivel tray tables attached to the arm rests.

“Tell me what happens in here.” You ask him so genuinely, so sweetly and he already knows he wouldn’t stand a chance against you with the way you flutter those eyelashes at him.

So he tells you.

He likes that you want to know these details about his job, he likes that he gets to share this with you. Even if the clock is ticking down before he has to get back on deck.

Rooster watches the tantalizing way your sundress dances around your thighs as you walk around the space. You take a seat in one of the chairs in the front row and pull the desk top over you before turning to him with a beaming smile with his cap still perched on your head.

And he is hit with a wave of affection for you so intense that it makes it hard for him to breathe for a moment.

He’s grateful when you see something else that catches your eye, giving him a moment to get himself back under control. You’ve got him feeling like he should be on his knees for you.

In the spot where he is used to seeing a lectern, on this ship there is a glossy wooden table inlaid with the ship’s coat of arm that you standing over.

“Does every ship have their own unique crest? Do you know what the symbols are for?”

He really needs to figure out who put him on tour duty and send them an Edible Arrangement or something. And maybe one for whoever put together the ten-page packet of “fun facts” that he had rolled his eyes at when he had first seen it.

“Yes, ma’am, I sure do.” He comes up to stand behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder as his arms cage you in against the table. “Yes, all ships come with their own. It’s something that the prospective commanding officers are responsible for designing when new ships are about to be launched.”

You lean forward a bit, gazing your ass against him, “Dark blue and gold are traditional Navy colors, right?” He hums confirmation into your neck, as he runs his mustache along your soft skin. He feels more than hears your sharp inhale. “What does the gear on the anchor mean?”

He drops a kiss to your shoulder, “The cog is a symbol of manufacturing, a nod to the ship’s namesake and the city’s history for building ships in World War II.”

You grab his wrist and bring his arm across your body, he takes the hint and presses in closer into you. “And the trident?”

God, you feel so perfect in his arms. Your body is fitting against his like a dream.

“The black symbolizes determination,” he murmurs into the space where you neck and shoulder meet. “And the choice of the three prongs is because it’s the third ship to be given the name.”

You lean your head to the side, and he takes the opportunity to trail open-mouth kisses up your neck. Your nails bite into his forearm in response, as you rock back against his rapidly hardening cock. “And the rose?”

“Portland is the City of Roses.”

“Does it have any other meaning?” you ask soft and breathy.

“It represents strong ties, baby. It’s a symbol for the supportive partners and wives of those serving onboard,” he whispers low and sweet into your ear.

“Bradley,” you sigh as you turn your head towards him for a kiss. It’s desperate and wet. And he can almost taste the neediness of your moan on his tongue.

He’s never done anything like this while on duty on a ship before, and the thrill of it has his veins thrumming with adrenaline.

“You’ve had me hook, line and sinker since the damn second I saw you.” He grinds himself against your ass and you whimper at the contact. “What do you want from me? I’ll be so good to you, so good for you.”

“Want you to touch me,” you pant into his mouth, “Want you to fuck me, Rooster. It’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about.”

“Fuck me.” He can feel his pulse thundering in his throat.

“I’m trying to,” you whine.

He barks a strained laugh before he spins you around, crowds you into the table. He doesn’t waste any time getting his lips back on yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You meet him stroke for stroke, just like you’ve been doing since the moment he laid eyes on you.

“This fucking dress,” he groans when he cups your breast through your fabric, as you fill his palm in just the right way. You arch your chest into his hand, and he was feeling entirely too self-satisfied in the confirmation that you weren’t wearing a bra. “Knew you weren’t a good girl.”

“So why are you treating me like one?” you taunt, breathlessly. Your greedy hands go straight to his cock, squeezing him through his pants.

Your hand feels so good on him.

“God, you’re so much fucking trouble,” he rasps, throwing his head back.You lean forward and your hot mouth works against the hollow of his throat.

He’s trying to undo some of the tiny buttons that line the front of your dress, but the teasing way your tongue is dipping out to trace the line of his tendon is making it hard for him to think.

“Are you gonna show me how you got that silly, little callsign of yours or not?” You give him one more squeeze, before bringing your hands up to the button of his white pants.

He knocks your hands out of the way before roughly grabbing your ass and hauls you firmly against him, “That feel little to you?”

Your gasp makes his fingertips dig further into your ass. The pretty color of your eyes has been completely eclipsed by your heavy, dark pupils. He can feel the way your thighs clench together.

“You want my attention? You’ve got it, baby,” he roughly rasps, “Go on then, show me how bad you can be.”

He dips his head down for a filthy, hungry kiss.

You push him back with a hand to his chest and a gleam in your eyes. You hold his heated gaze as you slowly undo his zipper and reach into his boxer briefs to pull him out. He moans when your thumb sweeps over the top of his cock.

Rooster thinks for a second that you’re going to drop to your knees for him, the mental image of you looking up at him with those doe-eyes is enough to make his jaw clench with desire. Especially with the way your sundress is gaping open at the top, giving him a clear view of the swells of your breasts.

Instead, you surprise him by bending over that glossy table and shimmying the skirt of your dress up over your luscious hips.

“Holy shit.”

You’re wearing the smallest, laciest little thong he’s ever fucking seen.

The band is a series of crisscrossed straps attached to some intricate and dainty floral lace. The juxtaposition of it against your skin is enough to make his ears ring. He’ll be dreaming of the way you’re enticingly arching your ass towards him for months.

And he’ll sure as shit never be able to be in a Ready Room again without getting a hard-on. The memory of you bent over the table before him will forever be ingrained in his brain.

“Is this bad enough for you, Lieutenant Commander?” You shoot him a grin over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips invitingly.

That sultry smile is swiped from your face the moment his large hand connects with your perfect ass. The sound echoes throughout the small room. He palms you once more before he yanks down your barely-there thong.

“Gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.”

Giving himself a few rough pumps, he lines himself up and slides into you with one steady thrust.

You both release an unrestrained groan of the sensation of him filling your warm, wet cunt. He barely gives you a moment to adjust to the size of him before he starts moving.

“’s big,” you sigh shakily.

“Tell me how much you like this cock.”

He slaps your pert ass again when you release a breathy whimper instead of answering him.

“Feels good, Rooster.” Your hands are struggling to find a way to support yourself as he fucks into you. “You feel so good.”

He pushes your dress higher up your body, his eyes are greedy for more of your skin. What he wouldn’t give to have you entirely naked and spread out before him. He wants to see all of you, he wants to hear you loud and needy for him.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs as he watches himself smoothly gliding in and out of you.

The little noises you are making are driving him crazy. He knows you’re trying to muffle your sweet moans and sighs and whines. The sound of your bodies coming together fills the room.

How his cap is still perched on your head he doesn’t know, it jostles every time your bodies come together.

“I need more,” you beg, “Need you to touch me.”

“Ask me nicely.” He punctuates the demand with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Please, Bradley. Please.”

He slides his hand around to the front of you, his fingers drawn to your clit like a magnet. You keen at the contact and tilt your hips into his hand. The sound is music to his ears, “That’s more like it.”

He doesn’t think there’s anything else better on the planet than being buried in your perfect pussy. You’re so wet for him. He already knows he’s going to need more of this, more of you.

“You’re taking me so well,” Bradley grunts as he speeds up his thrusts, “Looks like all you needed was a nice, thick cock. Just a sweet thing now, aren’t you?”

“Oh my god,” you gasp as you writhe against him. “F-fuck.”

He is so turned on by the way his hands span across you as he grips your waist and pulls you against him with every roll of his hips. His heart is racing in his chest.

The feeling of your body tensing around him is paradise. There is nothing he wants more than to be able to draw this out, but he is all too aware of how quickly time is slipping away from him.

He sets a rough and unrelenting pace. Redoubling his efforts on your clit, his indulgent strokes turn into tight, purposeful circles. And you cry out at the change of sensation on that sensitive part of you.

Your thighs start to tremble as his cock drags against that spot deep inside of you. The heat is pooling in his lower back as he fucks into you over and over again.

“Rooster, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby. Let me feel it,” he murmurs hotly against your ear, his thumb rubbing back and forth across your clit. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

The goosebumps erupt across your body like fireworks a moment before he feels you shiver and tremble beneath him as you come with a choked sob. The way you spasm and clench around him is dizzying.

Bradley is teetering on the edge, your cunt felt like heaven. Warm and wet and gripping him just right. He almost doesn’t want to give himself up to it as the pressure at the base of his spine intensified. He doesn’t want to stop fucking you.

You’re so perfect for him.

He loses himself to the feeling of your pussy milking him as you continue to pulse and writhe in the aftershocks of your orgasm. He grips your hips harder as he pounds into you before emptying himself inside of you with a shattered groan.

And for a moment all he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears as he works to catch his breath. Rooster feels like his knees might buckle as the soft whimper you make when he pulls out of you.

He gently pulls that lacy little thong back up and helps to pull your dress back down over your hips and thighs before turning you around and lifting you onto the custom table.

He doesn’t know how he is going to make it through the rest of the journey knowing his come is collecting in your panties.

You’re flushed and looking thoroughly well-fucked as you smile up at him brightly.

Bradley threads his finger under the chain of your little gold heart-shaped locket that was etched with a rose in full bloom, and lightly tugs you in closer for a lingering kiss.

“I see you found your gift early, baby.”

Bradley would never forget the first time he saw you that night at the bar downtown last year during Fleet Week.

He had noticed you right away, it had been impossible not to. You and your girlfriends had been all done up in hot pink outfits for the Bachelorette party you were out celebrating.

Your friend had flounced right up to Jake taking the shot of whiskey out of his hand before swallowing it down then cheekily offering to buy him a replacement. Hangman had been wrapped around her finger ever since.

While your friends had all but shoved you in his direction while he had looked on entirely entertained as you had shot a scathing glare back at them. A sparkling tiara that read Bridesmaid sat crookedly on your head.

And then you had greeted him with a “Hey, Sailor” so weak that the couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh. There was a split second where he thought that he might have fucked it up before it could even start, but then you smiled back at him.

It was a charmingly self-deprecating smile and he was yours from the moment he saw it.

“Hiding it in your nightstand next to the batteries wasn’t the most original of spots, Rooster,” you affectionately tease him. “I didn’t mean to peek, but the remote stopped working. I hope you’re not mad. I love it.”

He could never be mad at you, especially not with his necklace around your neck. You were his, and he was so gone for you.

“It looks so pretty on you,” he tells you softly as his fingers brush over your collarbones.

“Oh my god, Rooster, I can’t we defiled Naval property.” You giggle as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to circle your arms around his neck.

“I hate to break it to you, but you’ve been defiling Naval property ever since you brought me home with you the night we met.”

You take that cap off of your head and set it back on his, and lean in to kiss him on the cheek, “Glad I’m getting a good return on my taxes then.”

He snorts a laugh, “God, I’ve missed you, baby. What are doing here? I thought you weren’t coming until the end of the week.”

“And miss the visual and culinary offerings of the USS Portland? I wouldn’t dream of it.” You joke as you run your hands along his arms where they’re pressed on the table on either side of you. “This uniform drives me just as crazy as it did last year.”

“Just the uniform?” he asks as he nudges his nose against yours.

“Maybe it has a little something to do with the man in the uniform,” you make a little hum as you check him out. “You’re so tan, Bradley, have you been using the sunscreen I sent with you-”

He crushes his mouth to yours, you were undoubtedly best thing that’s ever happened to him during Fleet Week.

“I’m glad I still do it for you,” he murmurs against your mouth before giving you another deep kiss.

The two of you work quickly to get yourselves looking presentable again. He’s only got a little time left before he is due to return to his tour duties back on deck.

He helps you back up the ladder and takes that left turn when he’s supposed to this time. All while your hand is tucked securely in his.

When you’re both back on the open flight deck he walks you over to the railing along the edge of the ship and wraps you up in his arms to watch the coastline crawl by with his last few moments of freedom.

“I really love Fleet Week,” you say with a contented sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

The golden rays from the sun are hitting you in a way that makes his chest warm.

“I do too, baby. It’s the best.”

Yeah, Rooster fucking loves Fleet Week.

Who doesn’t love a man in Summer Whites?! Consider this my formal petition for more Dress Whites in TG3!

Thank you for reading!

Update! If you want to learn about the night they met, I wrote these two a little prequel series you can read here!

Hey, Sailor Moodboard

A peek inside the USS Portland One | Two

If you’re curious, here is some info on the crest I found! One | Two | Three

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buuniebaby · 5 months ago

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You and hamzah being flirty friends but not ever doing anything until one night when yall hangout everything changes!!

NOT A LOT, JUST FOREVER. 🎀

includes: fluff! for the first time on my page lawll sorry for being a hoe for dis man. cc!reader oo

it’s not until late in the night when it hits you - an ache, deep in your chest, taking the breath out of you whenever you’re in his presence.

fuck.

you’re in love.

it’s no secret to anybody that you and hamzah have.. tension. sure, you guys play it up a little when you’re on camera or around friends, but there’s always been some sincerity deep down. at least, on your side.

that’s you’re only problem; you’re not sure if hamzah truly shares that sort of unspoken understanding. you find yourself overanalyzing every little joke he makes here and there, the way he acts around you, and even the way he acts around his other friends. he doesn’t jokingly flirt that way with martin is what your brain tells you, feeding into your delusions.

you’re snapped out of your train of thought by hamzah sliding into the chair next to you, pulling his phone out and setting it up on the table. speak of the devil.

“..what are you doing?” you say, watching as he opens tiktok. you shiver when his thigh grazes over your smooth, just-shaved legs as he turns to look at you, enthusiastically.

“me and martin are gonna do a tiktok live. i figured you would wanna be in it, or you could just like, exist on the side.” you roll your eyes at him, but your heart warms a little at the way he automatically included you, even without asking.

“oh, ok.. sure. it’s less fun when martin isn’t in the same room as you though.” you playfully joke, a grin beginning to form on both of your faces.

“i like having you here more than martin, don’t worry.” is all he says back. you think you feel yourself twitch at that.

when the live starts, donations are immediately rolling in. as soon as he sees one of those filter donations pop up, he’s grabbing the phone and making sure it’s focused on you so you’re the one with the stupid filter on your face instead of him. every. single. time. you roll your eyes, but you know you’re not annoyed by it.

as you two continue to stream along with martin, the chat begins to feel the same way as you do. every little “are they dating??” or “y/n back off hes mine” gives you a twisted feeling of satisfaction. it’s taking so much energy out of you to not just kiss him right then and there.

eventually, martin gets off, but hamzah wants to stay on live. he eventually finds himself requesting to join random people’s lives. especially… little kids who are probably too young to be on tiktok.

you guys end up doing tiktok “battles” against a little boy who doesn’t look a day over 12. it’s funny, until the kid asks a question that really makes you feel crazy.

“is that your girlfriend?” is all you hear before your eyes widen. yet before you can even panic, hamzah is already cutting you off.

“yeah.”

holy fuck.

“we’re actually in a throuple, our boyfriend isn’t here right now.”

nevermind.

even if he’s obviously joking, the thought of hamzah calling you his girlfriend so casually feels so right. you can imagine him introducing you as his, being your man-

“bro, you’re lying. kiss her right now and ill believe you.” says the kid, snapping you out of your daydreams.

immediately, a loud “WOAAHH” comes from hamzah, laughing at the shocking comment from the kid on the other side of the screen.

“five bucks bro, five bucks if you kiss her.”

your cheeks are on fire right now - you feel like if you looked in the mirror, you’d probably look like you just came from a beach day in the middle of arizona. you know hamzah isn’t going to actually kiss you, but the way he’s awkwardly laughing and looking down at you really-

holy shit.

he just kissed you.

HAMZAH JUST KISSED YOU?

it’s a quick kiss, a simple peck on the lips, but it feels like forever as he grabs your face and leans in. you aren’t even processing what just happened yet. he just.. kissed you? on live?

you watch as the chat panics just as much as you are. “HUHH??” and “I KNEWW HE LIKED HER OMG” is all you can see as you stare at the phone with your mouth open. even hamzah seems a little shocked with himself too, as he quickly ends the live without saying anything.

you two sit there in silence for a second.

“what just.. happened?” you ask, making eye contact with him. because genuinely, what the fuck just happened.

his immediate reaction is to rapidly apologize. a series of “fuck- I shouldn’t have- not in front of viewers- im sorry-“ is all you hear before you shut him up and kiss him again.

there’s passion in this kiss, lasting longer than the first one. your hands wrap around his neck, gently caressing it with your fingers.

as you pull away, he just stares at you, breathless.

“i’ve wanted this for so, so long hamzah.”

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simplybakugou · 5 months ago

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Could you do another drink bakugo?

⋆ PAIRING: drunk/prohero!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing; alcohol; all characters are adults ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3003

A/N: taking a break from mystic academia cause this has been sitting in my inbox for so long and i wanted to save it until i got some inspiration for another drunk!bakugou and i finally found the inspo hehe. also when i first started writing drunk!bakugou oneshots, i was 17 LMAO and now as a 23 y/o that has actually been drunk i can write this a little more accurately lol. also i was struggling trying to end this cause i didn’t want it to be longer than it already is (imo) lol so im sorry for the awkward ending. ty for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

It was a stupid idea. Why the hell would Bakugou go into a bar with the most loud and raucous people he knew even though he’d never drank a day in his life?

He couldn’t think of something he wanted to do less in that moment. He was exhausted, coming from a day of patrolling and hero work. Although his friends also came from their jobs, they actually drank alcohol and wanted to unwind after five years of constantly overworking themselves.

“Are you really not gonna get anything, Katsuki?” Sero questioned, giving the table’s drink orders to the bartender.

“I’m not fucking up my body just to look like an idiot like you dumbasses,” Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

“Why’d you come then?” Kaminari quipped, interested in hearing Bakugou’s answer.

“Cause your dumbass wouldn’t stop bothering me about coming out tonight!” Bakugou replied angrily.

“Oh yeah!” Kaminari exclaimed, laughing at himself. “I forgot.”

“It’s good to come out with us once in a while,” Kirishima said, nodding his head. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone since we graduated, man. We haven’t seen you in years.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I’m not stopping until I’m number one. You shits can drink all you fucking want but I’m not gonna sit around every week just to catch up.”

Kaminari sighed, shaking his head. “This is why you’ve never had a girlfriend.” Sero nodded along with him.

“And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Bakugou snarled, slamming his fist against the table out of annoyance.

“You’re a workaholic, dude,” Sero stated matter-of-factly. “When are you gonna have the time to date? If you slowed down a little you could’ve at least gone out with Y/N back when you had a crush on her in U.A.”

“I did not have a crush on that shitty girl.” Bakugou felt himself getting even more angered just hearing your name uttered.

“You keep telling yourself that,” Kirishima said, patting his friend on the shoulder only to get shook off by Bakugou.

The drinks Sero ordered arrived and the rest of the guys cheered each other before downing their beverages. Bakugou sipped on his water he was forced to get after Sero berated him to order something.

The more alcohol his friends consumed, the more rowdy and even more raucous they got and Bakugou questioned even more why he decided to go out with them. It was karaoke night at the bar and Bakugou swore his ears were bleeding as Kaminari consistently kept attempting to serenade him.

Despite how chaotic it was in the bar that night, Bakugou eventually found himself enjoying it. Kaminari and Sero got the most drunk, getting up to dance and stumbling over one another, which made Bakugou and Kirishima burst into laughter. He would never tell them, but he needed this time out and away from the constant need to work towards his one and only goal.

The night was going great; until the door to the bar opened. Bakugou turned his head to the noise of the bell ringing above the door. It stuck out amongst the voices and loud nature of the room and he felt his face drop at the sight.

There you were, five years older than the last time he had seen you in person. And you weren’t alone as your arm was looped around the arm of another man.

Bakugou couldn’t help but stare at the sight. He drowned out the sounds of Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and a few strangers they had recruited at the bar playing drinking games as his focus was only on you. You scanned the area, waving shyly to a few people that recognized you as their favorite rising hero and sat in the corner of the room with your mystery man.

Kirishima glanced at Bakugou, recognizing that he was distracted by something else and looked towards what had caught his eye. He immediately understood the reason for the defeated look on his friend’s face.

“I’m sorry, man,” Kirishima stated simply.

“Sorry?” Bakugou scoffed. “For what? There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were never together.” The last part Bakugou muttered to himself as he finally tore his eyes away from you and down to his glass of water.

And it was true; you and Bakugou were never together back when you attended U.A. with him and the others. Matter of fact, you didn’t even know Bakugou liked you back then as he made it his mission that you never found out. Not only did he refuse to let himself be subjected to such vulnerable feelings like love and infatuation, you and your peers were constantly bombarded with hero work and dealing with the League of Villains to ever have the time for confessions. At the time, romantic relationships were trivial.

As things died down by the time class A graduated, Bakugou busied himself with his long-time goal of wanting to become the number one hero. He kept telling himself that it was time to grow up and forget about what he assumed to be a little crush but the more he kept shoving his feelings inside, the more intense they became.

That was why it felt like a punch to the gut to see you laughing with and leaning onto a man that wasn’t him.

“Hey, dunce face,” Bakugou grunted. Kaminari lifted his head and looked over at Bakugou with hazy eyes. “Get me the strongest drink here.”

“Dude, you really should slow down,” Kirishima urged, concerned as he watched Bakugou down shot after shot. “You’ve never drank before and this’ll probably mess you up fast.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Bakugou said in a rush, out of breath from the abundance of liquids he furiously ingested. He held the next shot glass to his lips, preparing himself to throw it back along with the countless shots he had already done; he felt like he was going to be sick, to no one’s surprise. Bakugou slammed the shot glass down onto the table, still full of alcohol, and he slammed his head onto the table as well. His head was throbbing but he felt like he could float in the air if he really tried.

Kirishima chuckled at his friend, taking advantage of the situation and taking the shot glass away from Bakugou.

Kaminari swung his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “See, dude, now we’re having fun!” The last word was elongated as he let out a small hiccup.

“Get the fuck off of me, dunce face,” Bakugou mumbled with his head still on the table, causing his words to be muffled. Nevertheless, Kaminari knew exactly what his grouchy friend had said but ignored him.

For the first time that night, Kaminari looked around the room and noticed you sitting alone now in the corner of the bar. He shot up, waving his hand out at you. “Y/N!”

Bakugou’s eyes, which were once closed shut as the alcohol was rushing to his head all at once, shot wide open as he whipped his head up. He felt dizzy from how quick the motion was. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Come on, man, she’s sitting over there all alone,” Kaminari reasoned, turning his attention back to you. You also had finally noticed your old classmates, smiling at the sight. “Hang out with us, Y/N!”

“Alone?” Bakugou questioned softly. He looked over at you and felt a wave of relief wash over him as he carefully watched you make your way to their table, mystery man out of the picture.

“I didn’t know you guys were here tonight,” you said with a smile. You sounded level-headed and Bakugou determined that you were probably the most sober person in the room that night.

“Yeah, we come here a lot after our patrol shifts,” Sero commented.

“All of you?” You questioned, interested as you scanned each of the guys sitting at the table. Finally you locked eyes with Bakugou and he swore your gaze could’ve pierced right through him. He broke eye contact first as he felt his face burning up even more with the effects of the alcohol.

“We usually have to beg Katsuki to come out. You know how he is,” Kirishima teased, wanting to lighten the mood for his friend. It didn’t work as Bakugou still had a sour expression on his face.

“Wanna get a few drinks with us?” Kaminari offered.

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. Tonight hasn’t gone the way I wanted so I think I’m going to call it a night. It was nice seeing you guys.”

You waved goodbye to the boys, sending a small smile towards Bakugou as you understood he was in a bad mood but not understanding why. Your back was turned to them as you walked towards the exit and it was a miracle how you didn’t have two vermillion holes in your back the way Bakugou was staring at you leaving.

Bakugou stood up abruptly and he grabbed his coat and wallet. He sloppily pulled out a few bills and slammed them on the table as he made his way out as well.

“Where are you going?” Kirishima questioned.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You cursed at yourself for leaving your jacket in your date’s car as the winter snow began to litter the streets. Your body was shivering terribly. The bar had a few tables and chairs in front of the building and you sat yourself down as you contemplated how on Earth you were going to get home.

Before you could come up with a game plan, you felt a heavy leather jacket plop down onto your shoulders. You jumped at the sudden contact, watching as a clearly drunk-but-pretending-to-be-sober Bakugou sat himself in the chair across from you. “Bakugou! What’re you doing here?”

Bakugou ignored your question as he bluntly asked, “Where’s that fucker you came in with?”

You were taken aback by his questions. Only a few minutes ago did you realize that Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero were there in the bar with you that night. If he had seen you with your date, that meant Bakugou had seen you when you walked in.

You sighed, leaning back in your chair and pulling Bakugou’s jacket closer to you as it kept you warm. “He was being… weird.”

“Weird how.” It was a question but you sensed the animosity in Bakugou’s tone as his expression harshened in a way that made his question a statement.

You waved your hands to calm him down. Why was he so upset? “Nothing bad, don’t worry. He’s just some guy I started dating. We weren’t official or anything but I liked him. He said he didn’t like me being a hero and said I should get a job that’d suit me in a feminine way.” You chuckled humorlessly as you recalled the misogynistic comment.

“What a fucking loser,” Bakugou grumbled, loud enough for you to hear and laugh at. He leaned back in his chair, resting his eyes. “You told him to fuck off, right?”

You nodded, amused as you always were back in U.A. with Bakugou’s colorful vocabulary. “Yup. He got pissed and left me here and I left my stuff in his car like an idiot.”

Bakugou opened his eyes and reached into his front pocket, cursing at himself as his fingers kept missing the opening seam. He pulled out his car keys and tossed them onto the table. You furrowed your eyes at the sight in confusion.

“Take my car to get home.”

You widened your eyes at his insane proposition, looking at the insignia on his keys as an expensive brand. “Bakugou, your car’s worth like a hundred million yen! There’s no way I can drive that!”

“Just do it, idiot,” Bakugou groaned, placing his forehead on the cold, snow-covered table. “Can’t let you just sit here in the cold.”

A moment passed as you were contemplating your choices only to realize in that time, Bakugou had fallen asleep. You chuckled softly, never expecting to see health-conscious Bakugou who’s always been adamant about never drinking inebriated.

You grabbed his keys and put them in the pocket of his leather jacket, slipping the jacket onto your arms. You knew you couldn’t just take his car and leave him here like this so you got up and went over to his side, gently shaking his shoulders to wake him. “Come on, big guy. We’re going home”

Bakugou let out a groan as you got him to his feet, your arm around his shoulders and you wrapped his arm around your waist to support him, resting your hand on his hand. You felt his body stiffen in reaction and you looked up at him curiously. His face was red again and you assumed it was a combination of the alcohol and the frigidness in the air. It most definitely was not either of those things.

“Where’d you park your car?” You asked as you slowly helped him walk.

He nodded in the direction ahead of you and you assumed he was referring to the parking lot that was thankfully right next to the bar. The two of you continued walking towards the lot and you found it unusual how quiet Bakugou was.

Once reaching the lot, you were originally going to search for Bakugou’s car only to not have to put any effort at all since his bright red sports car stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the Subarus and Toyotas.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why am I not surprised by this at all, Bakugou.”

Bakugou flinched and he slowly pulled away from you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he wobbly made his way to his car. “Stop calling me that.”

“What? You don’t want me to call you Bakugou?” You question, confused. “Oh! I get it. You want me to call you by your hero name, right, Dynamight?”

“That’s not it either, idiot.”

“Oh, then, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight?”

“You’re so stupid.” Bakugou stopped right in front of his car and turned around, slowly so that he wouldn’t fall over. He had his signature frown on his face only this time it was out of frustration. “Back in U.A. you’d call me Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” you said, nodding your head as you recalled doing so. “But that was five years ago. I haven’t seen you since then and I just wanted to be polite.”

Bakugou kept quiet but his eyes never faltered or wavered as he kept them on you. You felt like he could burn right through you if he tried as you didn’t understand his frustrations. “Is everything okay, Ba– I mean, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened for a moment and he felt like he was transported back to being a teenager. “No. Everything’s not okay ‘cause I still have this stupid crush on you that I’ve had since our first year in U.A.”

He let out a sigh, feeling a weight on his shoulders dissipate and he turned around back towards his car. You stood in place, shocked at the confession that you did not foresee at all. There was no way the Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you, especially when you were just teenagers.

“Open the door.” Bakugou turned his head to you as he waited by the passenger door.

“Wait, wait, wait.” You waved your hands in front of you, still unable to wrap his words around your head. “This has to be a joke. There’s just no way– Why would you have a crush on me?”

Bakugou shrugged. “Dunno. Just happened.”

Your face felt hot and it wasn’t because of the weather. So much of your relationship with Bakugou made sense with this new realization. The reason for his cold shouldering you on numerous occasions or annoyed stares he’d give you when you got in a relationship in your second year all started to make sense. It was his way of conveying his feelings for you.

You shook your head, shaking the complex thoughts from your mind and snapping yourself back to reality as the cold air and Bakugou not having a jacket, since you were obviously wearing it, made you unlock his car with the key he gave you. You watched as Bakugou entered his car on the passenger side.

You knew you needed to give yourself a minute before you could enter the car beside him. How did you feel about him? You always thought he was handsome, when he wasn’t scowling at least, and you enjoyed seeing him mature every year in U.A. Even after graduation, you always watched the news fondly as you watched him evolve into an incredible hero, one that you knew was worthy of becoming number one.

So Bakugou Katsuki liked you. If your poor previous relationships taught you anything, it was to not turn down a good man when he was right in front of you. Or at least sitting in his sports car waiting for you to drive the two of you home since he was unexpectedly inebriated to do so himself.

Taking in a breath, you knew what you had to do; you wanted to see where this would go between the two of you. You opened the driver’s side door, sitting in your seat and collecting your thoughts briefly before turning to Bakugou to tell him exactly what was on your mind. You wanted to give it a shot.

And you were intent on doing just that until you turned to look at Bakugou only to see he was once again fast asleep, his chest rising and falling. You chuckled at the sight, taking in how adorable he was in that moment. Slipping his jacket off your body, you draped it over his body.

“Guess you’ll have to stay with me tonight.”

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bluegalaxygirl · 9 months ago

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The real reason (KidKiller X Reader) P1

Plot: Ever since you started dating Kid and Killer, the captain has refused to visit any brothels. That wouldn't normally be a problem but the crew isn't aloud to go without their captains and first mates supervision causing the crew to resent you eventhough your not stopping the captain from going. Its time for you to force the reason out of him.

Warning: Sexual themes but no smut (NSFW) stuff, bad language, Drinking, Making out and Past trauma

Reader is Female (sorry), Kid X Killer X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P2 - P3

At least once a month this happens, some of the crew begs their captain to let them go to a brothel to drink and have some fun, Kid used to be all in on that kind of thing but slowly started to back away from it after officially being in a relationship with Killer and then even more when you joined the relationship, some thought it was because you were jealous but that wasn't the case, in fact no one, not even you and Killer know the reason why Kid is so against brothels now. He just states that he's not interested, or he's not in the mood instead of answering anyone's questions about it. It doesn't bother you weather he likes them or not, what bothers you is the crew can't go without supervision as per captains orders and the only people who are trusted to do that job is Kid and Killer. One of which refuses to go meaning the crew can't go, sometimes the crew asking over and over again gets too much, so he has no chose but to let them go while he supervises them. When there he makes sure to keep close to you or Killer refusing to look at the girls in skimpy outfits, he's even shoved a few off him that haven't taken the hit and tried to sit on his lap. Killer was never really a fan of those places, it was a good place to drink and hang out with the crew, but he mainly went to keep an eye on everyone and to look after any of the crew that got too drunk to walk back onto the ship. The first mate never really had an interest in the girls, he would always be talking to one of the crew and ignored any girl that came his way but on the rare occasion that he would take the girls up on their offers everyone knew it was because he was stressed.

After starting to date Kid, the masked man never got with any of the girls, no one really noticed a change since it was so rare already, when you joined the relationship he would always have you close to his side if you were there with them, he didn't want any drunk men getting the wrong idea but it also kept the other girls away from him seeing a girl on his arm. You never really minded those places, as long as you can join your crew and have a laugh your happy, the only thing you hate about brothels is when a drunk man thinks either you or one of your female crew member's is one of the working girls, its even worse when they don't take no for an answer and you have to beat their ass. It surprises most of the girls in the brothels that you and some of your female crew mates actually go either to have fun or join your crew but some of the girls are into other girls, or they just like the vibe. You always try and be nice to the working girls since their only doing their jobs, and they seem to get hit on my really fugly drunk men but there have been times when you wanted to kill one for either making a stupid comment towards Killer or trying to sit with Kid when he didn't want it. You never acted on it though other than giving death stares that usually make the girls back off, it was subtle but when you joined the relationship Kid and Killer you made it more known no longer keeping your glares a secret.

You love your boys and the crew to death but after joining their relationship the crew started to go less and less to brothels which made you very confused and made some of the crew resent you a little. You didn't mind going or letting Kid and Killer go to one since you know they would never cheat, you've seen the way the two acted while in a relationship with each other, as soon as it was official both of them never took a girl up on her offer and flat out rejected any kind of touch from the girls. So now here you are leaning against the railing of the Victoria punk watching as Kid is storming away from several members of his crew that are begging to go to the brothel down the road. Their not normally pushy but apparently this place has the best booze and the best girls along with some kind of show but like always Kid flat out refuses while not giving a reason why. You can't stand the yelling back and forth between Kid and the crew so make your way over managing to speak loud enough to get their attention. "Come on Captain" You sigh crossing your arms over your chest, the crew sighs and looks down gritting their teeth not happy that you might back up Kid on this while Kid's shoulders relax thinking he's been saved from his pushy crew. "Let them go, it's been a while and plus it'll be fun" You smile watching as their facial expressions change, the crew's angry faces turn into big smiles as they look between you and the captain hoping you will change his mind while Kid's shoulders tense up again his eyes widen in surprise.

It's the first time you've said anything about the situation in front of the crew, behind closed doors you and Killer have been trying to find out the real reason why hoping that it can be fixed but the red head gets angry and either storms off or tell the two of you to Fuck off. Kid sighs running his hand threw his red hair, he knows your not lying when ever you say it'll be fine, but he has his own reasons for not going. "Please Captain" The crew beg trying to get him to say yes after so long, with a grumble Kid looks down at his crew. "Fine... But if even one of you causes trouble everyone is leaving" He glares at the crew who cheer before running off to tell the others, some of them thanking you on the way. It's a welcome change to what you normally get, when ever the Captain says no they tend to lash out at you, not physically more mentally by either ignoring you, saying mean things in passing, giving you glares or making your jobs ten times harder than needed. You could tell Kid and Killer about this, and they would quickly sort it out but as much as you hate hiding things from them you don't want the crew to get punished for it. You understand they have pent-up energy and needs that they need to deal with and Kid has been flat out refusing ever since you started dating him, put it all together and of course their gonna blame you. A shadow falls over you get you to look up at your pissed off Captain making the happy smile fade from your face. "Word, now" He demands before storming off, you take a breath before following trying to clam yourself down before having to be yelled at by Kid.

Killer was tying his shoe getting ready to head out to help with some chores only for the bedroom door to slam open, jumping slightly he goes to grab his mask on the side table only to hear Kid's angry grumble as he storms into the room. Walking in behind the red head you quickly close the door before giving the blonde a sorry look but Killer sighs and relaxes putting his mask down before sitting back on the bed to finish tying his shoes. Kid paces back and forth in the middle of the room while growling to himself as you make your way over to the bed perching on the end of it and waiting for the captain to flip out at you. "What happened?" Killer asks after finishing tying his shoes and leaning towards you, wondering what you did to make Kid so angry "The crew wanted to go to that Brothel down the road, Kid said no but i thought it would be a good idea" You sigh turning to the blonde who sighs as well while looking down at the bed covers knowing what same argument is going to come up again. "He said yes, didn't he" It was more of a statement than a question but you nod confirming why Kid is so angry "You think i wanted to say yes?" Kid snaps getting the two of you to look up at the captain as he continues to angrily pace "I said no for a reason" He yells again turning to storm towards you only stopping when his legs are touching your knees.

Taking in a calming breath you know better than to meet Kid head on in anger, it'll just make things worse. "You never give the reason though... the real reason i mean" You state making Kid roll his eyes at you while running a hand through his hair slightly gripping it "We are not having the conversation again, there is no reason other than i'm not interested" He growls down at you but you don't flinch, just keep looking up at him "Everyone knows thats not the real reason but either way i don't see the problem in letting the crew go and have some fun, get rid of some of that pent-up energy." You try to convince the captain only for him to growl again but this time walk away from you, Killer sighs seeing your not getting anywhere so places a hand on your shoulder trying to get you to stop with a pleading look but you shake your head not wanting to give up on this, you've had enough of the crew resenting you after getting denied going by Kid. You know what your about to say will cause some issues and maybe make both of them angry but you need something to change, if not for your sake then the crews. "Tell you what Kid, lets make a deal" You state standing up catching both boys by surprise, the captain turns raising his brow at you before laughing and shaking his head, before he can protest you give him the deal. "You tell me the real reason why and... I'll tell you what I've been hiding" You try to stay calm as Kid's eyes widen, his laughter stopping immediately as his eyes land you, a look of shock then anger and then amusement covers his face.

Killer's heart drops at your words and quickly stands up before stepping closer to you, grabbing your arm the blonde pull you close to him worry spreading across his face. "Y/N, since when?" The blonde asks looking you up and down looking for any sign that you got hurt or if someone did something, you understand the reason for their reaction, you've never hidden anything from them even some stuff you have never told another living soul or gravestone. "Your lying, you don't hide things from us" Kid crosses his arms over his chest with a smug smile trying to call your bluff but as your eyes shift over to him and then back to Killer giving a sorry look they both know your telling the truth making Kid's smirk drop. This is way out of character for you which means it must be serious, Killer places his hand on your cheek searching your eyes for any hint of what your hiding but you don't give him anything, the worry welling up inside him soon turning into anger as the blonde turns to look at a very surprised Kid "What are you waiting for?" Killer almost yells snapping Kid out of his shocked state, gritting his teeth the captain walking over to you giving in to your demand as worry also fills him. He doesn't let it show though instead choosing to act annoyed. "Fine, deal, now tell me" The captain stops in front of you but you shake your head at him while taking Killers hand off your cheek to hold it, in a way trying to clam yourself for what's about to come "That's not the deal, you first" Your eyes lock with Kid who growls in anger before his breath hitches in his throat.

Clench his teeth the red head struggles to get the words out, he didn't want the two of you to think he's stupid or wave him off with what he has to say. "Kid" Killer sighs placing a hand on the captains shoulder trying to get him to talk, Kid looks away from the two of you finding it easier to say it without looking at your faces. "There's more than one reason.... I don't like the drunk asshole thinking your a whore, Y/n, i don't like the girls flirting with me and not taking no for an answer and... I don't like the way you two are always on guard in there, you both don't relax like you do at other bars" Your heart sinks at his confession, everything he said was true, but he never showed it bothered him at all. Killer reaches his hand over and grabs Kids chin pulling his face to look at the two of you "All of that can be fix one way or another, all you had to do was tell us" The blonde state making the captains cheeks go a little red, nodding in agreement you place your hand on the red head's chest "Killer's right, we can make things better, we'll try and relax more, maybe letting the others fuck up will teach them to not do it in the future." You let out a small laugh hoping to ease his worries, it seems to work since Kid's shoulders start to relax, and he lets out a huff of amusement. "Your normally on the outside and Y/N on my arm, so they tend to leave me alone, so she can either sit on your lap or you can sit in between us" Killer releases Kids chin running his hand down the captains arm to his hand where the red head quickly grabs it to stop the blonde from pulling away.

All those ideas made going a lot easier and it also helped that the two of you didn't think different of him for feeling and thinking this way but there was still one problem. "What about the drunk assholes?" Kid asks looking between the two of you hoping for a simple solution that will work where ever they go, with a blush spreading across your cheeks you move your hand up Kids chest to his neck lightly rubbing his jaw line with your thumb as your other hand lets go of Killers hand letting it travel up his arm and to his cheek. Stepping closer to the two you let a sweet smile form on your lips "Well thats an easy fix, either i don't get up to get drink or... I can wear something that shows i'm yours" You whisper to the two before giving a wink making Kid smile wide and Killer let out a small laugh "That sounds like a good idea" The captain chuckles while leaning into your neck making you shiver at his breath on your neck, Killer steps closer wrapping his arm around your waist to keep your chest pressed into his "I like that idea, although, i think it's going to take more than a simple hickey" The blonde smirks leaning down to brush his lips against yours as Kid starts kissing and biting your neck trying to find the perfect spot to leave his mark. You can't but let out a breathy moan when the red head finally finds a spot biting hard while his metal arm squeezes your ass, "What else do you have in mind?" You ask Killer who lightly kisses your lips before locking eyes with you "Will tell you but first i want to know what your hiding" The blonde glares slightly making you gulp.

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themainreactor · 8 months ago

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"Well what if I wanted to struggle carrying you up a random hill?"

In which, Suguru is asked to do the hill test and he's not sure how to explain why he doesn't want to do the test that Shoko and Gojo tried getting him to do with you. Now you're all worried about it and it's frustrating but don't worry because he'll definitely make it up to you. He wouldn't mind carrying you anywhere.

You lightly laughed at the sight, watching as poor Suguru gets bombarded by Shoko and Gojo as they try to force him to carry you up a hill.

Both Gojo and Shoko had been trying to get you and Suguru together since all of you became second years, finally succeeding as third years to some extent. Key word, to some extent.

The thing is, the two of you were more or less courting, going on small dates here and there when the both of you had time. You hadn't even kissed each other yet and you had barely started hugging each other so it was going pretty slow. That didn't stop Gojo and Shoko from trying to quickly move things along.

Gojo gave you secrets about Suguru, trying his best to tell you everything he liked and Shoko of course did the same on Suguru's end. Not only that, the both of them would literally take on every responsibility you and Suguru had so you could have a damn moment together. They both shipped it immensely but you guys were just so annoyingly slow.

"It's just a test, it ain't that bad." Shoko states, smoking a cigarette whilst trying to convince Suguru to at least try it with you.

All of you had joined up at the park for a picnic and you all were just waiting for Yu and Nanami. You weren't even entirely sure what started this conversation but it didn't bother you too much, of anything it was kind of funny.

"Aw c'mon man! It'd be so cute and it's literally a boyfriend helping girlfriend test! You've done tests like this before that bring you closer together y'know?!"" Gojo yells, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him as if that would make him do it.

"I already said no."

"You aren't any fun!" Gojo whines before basically sprinting over to you. "Tell him to carry you up the hill like the cute princess you are!" He continues, hugging you from behind and putting his weight on your back.

"Well I'm not going to do that, if he doesn't want to then I'm not going to tell him to."

Gojo sticks his tongue out at you before proceeding to fall on the grass like the big baby he was.

"Hey, it's not like we're actually dating-"

"But you and him both know you like each other so I don't know why the two of you keep doing this." Shoko mumbled.

You sighed a bit, Shoko always told you this. She was calling you out for being so hesitant about this whole relationship thing, which you don't blame her on. It's just that you didn't want to mess this up since Suguru was one of the few people who had ever returned your feelings.

"C'mon Suguru, it's not like she's that heavy!"

"Hey, stop pestering him." You scolded, gently kicking Gojo's leg even though he hadn't really said anything wrong.

Well he did, he shouldn't have called you heavy because you weren't that heavy, you were just a bit big. Your body type was just like that, it was built like a literal box. Thankfully God blessed you with at least a little bit of curve to make you somewhat more appealing with your thick stature.

"Look, I'm all good with the other stupid tests like peeling an orange for her or whatever but it doesn't have to get physical." Suguru mumbles since he was embarrassed by the whole thing.

"Yes it does! She's gonna be your girlfriend sooner or later right?!" Gojo yells, sitting up straight way too fast from the ground.

"Whatever, he hasn't passed this test yet." Shoko teases, waiting for him to say something or change his mind. It surprised her that he didn't say anything and instead opted to sit next to the picnic blanket near the tree. Normally if they teased him he would eventually do it.

"Huh... That's a red flag right there."

"Guys stop!" You gasp when Shoko mumbles that to Gojo. It made you feel conflicted about this whole test thing they were doing.

"Hey, I agree and I'm Suguru's best friend. There's just something wrong about him not wanting to carry you up a hill, like whether he could do it or not is not the problem, if he can't do it that's fine, it's just him offering to do it that's the good thing about it-"

"Hey Nanami! Where's Yu?" You greet, deciding to leave this conversation for another day completely once you see the blond haired boy.

"He'll be here soon, he's just grabbing some extra snacks."

"Alright then, you wanna play some basketball?"

...

Jeez.

Why did your mind have to suck so much? It's not like you were annoyed or offended by it.

It's not like Suguru even did anything wrong to begin with, heck it was almost a week ago.

You blame Shoko and Gojo because they should have known better than to bring up some random couples test when they were all just supposed to be hanging out, not every gathering had to be about you and Suguru.

You sat on the steps of the school, resting your head on your hand in thought.

You hated how your mind overthought everything, like couldn't your reasoning just take a damn break? It's not like him not wanting to carry you up a hill was a bad thing, it wasn't like that meant something.

You knew that there probably wasn't a reason in particular why he didn't want to carry you up the hill, it wasn't like it was a bad thing.

After all, maybe he just didn't want to, he didn't need an answer, or maybe he couldn't actually carry you up the hill, it was a big hill and you were heavy.

"Hey." Suguru called, waving his hand in front of your face.

"... Oh, hi."

"You were spacing out." He plainly stated, sitting down next to you after he got your attention.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine." He faintly smiles before copying your seating position like he always did. You don't know why he did it whenever he saw you sitting, you figured it was just teasing you or maybe it was a form of endearment.

"I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me?"

"I would like that." You reply, standing up and starting down the stairs with him.

And that's what the two of you did all the time. You were either eating something together, working on home work together or just sitting together. You would sometimes talk and you would sometimes just enjoy each other's company.

It had only been like two months but it was clear the two of you were dragging your feet on the whole relationship thing.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You keep staring off and I was calling you again, is something wrong?"

"Oh no, I guess I'm just tired... By any chance are you hungry?" You ask him, following him out of the school as you change the subject.

"...Not really, why?"

"I'm just hungry."

"You wanna go get something?" Suguru offers, stopping before holding his hand out for you to take a hold of.

"No, it's fine."

Suguru deadpanned, looking at you with a very serious face. The face spoke for itself, he didn't have to even say a damn thing when it was already judging you on your choice of words.

"Why are you looking at me like that." You silently laugh, amused by his expression even though you probably shouldn't have been.

"... Why don't you want to go get something to eat if you're hungry?"

"I just don't like to eat by myself." You wheeze, almost dying from laughter.

"I can eat if you want someone to eat with, you can just ask I don't mind." Suguru replies, smiling just a little bit.

"But I don't want to just make you eat if you don't need to-"

"Fine, I'm gonna go buy some food." Suguru states, taking your hand before continuing the walk.

"You're gonna what?" You asked, not laughing anymore but looking rather confused.

"Yeah I'm hungry."

"But you just said-"

"I know what you said but now that I think about it, I'm starving." Suguru interrupted, successfully getting you to just sigh and go along with him.

"Right..."

"..."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

...

"What're you thinking about?"

You didn't reply at first, just stared off into space with your head on the desk, once again being stuck on that stupid test. What the hell was with that test that made you want to ponder on it?

"Hello?"

Suguru called, still gaining no response until he took a strand of hair and put it behind your ear so he could see your eyes better. The both of you were in your classroom, thankfully being alone in there so he could talk about whatever was bothering you.

"Oh, sorry, what were you saying?" You ask. Suguru wasn't too worried about you but you were making him nervous.

"I... Can't really remember but is there something wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"

"It's just that you've been almost dazed for like this past week... Please tell me, or someone else. I'd like to help."

Your eyes widened just a little bit and you felt bad, he looked like he was stressing out and you didn't want him to feel that way, especially when he was hanging out with you.

"Jeez, I'm sorry. It's really nothing I should be worrying about anyway, it's stupid."

"But it's important enough that it's taking up your attention." Suguru mumbled as he looked at you.

"Well I guess it's been bothering me but I don't know why, it's not all that-"

"Can you still tell me?"

You click your tongue, annoyed with yourself before deciding to tell him. It was stupid, of course it was so stupid.

"Do you remember when Gojo and Shoko asked if you could do the test?"

"Which one?" Suguru chuckled.

"The one at the picnic."

"... The hill on like two weeks ago?"

"Yeah."

"What about it?"

You hesitate, puffing out your cheeks as you try to think about the best way to word this. You were such a mental gymnast and it sucked so much, it was so tiring and annoying.

"It shouldn't be bothering me but is there a reason why you didn't want to carry me up the hill?"

"I didn't want to embarrass you."

"... Embarrassed me? How would you have embarrassed me?"

Suguru stares at you for a good two seconds, trying to figure out why you would ask that before laughing. Was there something about it that bothered you? Cause he didn't have some malicious intent with what he said.

"Okay... How do I say this?" Suguru asks himself, standing up in front of you since he wanted to be serious with what he was saying. That way you didn't misunderstand anymore since it was clearly bothering you for way too long.

"So, um, ah shoot... The thing is, I don't know if I can confidentally carry you up a hill and that's not a bad thing because you're my type." Suguru starts, already cringing at himself because that wasn't a good way to start this conversation.

"... Really?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Yeah! And if I can't carry you up the hill... Then that's-that's a good thing... Y'know?"

"Right... Because?"

"Well because you're... Thick... Y'know, and I like girls that are thick and I don't, like I'm not trying to be, um... Shoot."

You smile just a bit, getting the urge to hug him since you understood a little bit about what he was saying.

"You are absolutely beautiful, gorgeous and really cute and curvy, curvy like a damn lava lamp-"

You almost immediately burst into laughter and Suguru can't help but laugh with you, it seems like he just fixed the issue but he still wanted to be absolutely sure you understood.

"Just a ditzy, bubblegum baddie-"

"Stop!" You wheeze, holding onto your desk for dear life.

"But you understand what I mean right? Like... How big is the hill? Cause with the girls that I like, I'm gonna be out of breath. But that's not a bad thing and I'm trying to explain that because if I look at you," Suguru adds on before sitting down on the desk in front of you.

"and I'm like, she'd be hard to carry with that thing then- and I mean this with all the respect my heart can muster okay? It's like... Oh damnit!"

And the both of you are just dying.

You were almost fully bent over, laughing your ass off at how he was explaining his stance while Suguru was completely flustered, still laughing but in more of an 'i'm embarrassed and i'm trying to make myself feel better about it' type of way.

"In my mind not being able to carry you up a hill is a good thing... I know it kind of sounds weird since most boyfriends want the opposite but I like you the way you are."

You sighed, calming down from the laughing before going to give Suguru a hug. Suguru immediately returns the hug. He's not sure this was the best way to explain what he meant but hopefully it did the trick, he didn't want you to feel insecure or anything like that.

"So that's why I don't like the test and I said no, because some men like me want to struggle carrying their girlfriend up a random ass hill."

"So you'll be my boyfriend that can't carry me up the hill?" You chuckle, letting go of the hug.

"Yeah... I'd like to be your boyfriend that can't carry you up the hill... Probably a huge red flag." Suguru mumbled, feeling a bit bad about you thinking so much about this.

"No it's not and if it is then I'll be a huge red flag with you. I'm glad because I just thought you didn't want to carry me or that you didn't find me attractive." You reply, playfully making jazz hands in front of your face.

"Thanks... I do find you attractive... And I'm sorry, next time I'll definitely carry you up the hill."

"Don't worry, what you said was endearing and I understand now, you don't have to if you don't want-"

"But now I want to."

"Really? You want to carry me?"

"Yep," Suguru smiled. " so the next time we go to that park, I'll take you all the way to the top... In fact, why don't I carry you now?"

"... Wait, what? Why?" Your eyes widen as he stands up, holding out his arms towards you.

"I want to make it up to you... I didn't realize it was bothering you the whole time, I'm very attracted to you and I want to carry you." Suguru replied, not moving his hands at all.

"It's okay, really I'm fine-"

"I know that... But can I still carry you now please?"

"... Sure." You barely respond, feeling embarrassed when he picked you up and held you bridal style. What made you even more flustered is the angle you were looking at him from, as if he was right above you, technically he was too so that just made it worse.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm walking until I can't."

"What? Suguru you don't have t-"

"Shush, I'm gonna carry you and I'm gonna show everyone else."

"What!?!"

"Yep! I'm gonna carry you, I'm sorry that you thought I didn't want to carry you, I did a lot I just didn't want to embarrass you. I guess you liked being embarrassed huh?"

"Suguru!" You whine, trying to hide your face as he walks around the school, even gaining the attention of Yu for a split second.

"Hey guys... So y'all together or is this just a friendly thing?"

"Me and Y/N are dating."

"Oh, cute." Yu comments, giving the both of you a thumbs up before running off, probably to tell everyone something they already knew.

You just cover your face, making Suguru laugh as he continues walking around. He didn't mind if you were embarrassed, he still wanted to make sure that you at least knew that he always means well.

"I like you a lot y'know that?"

"... Yeah, I know that."

"Can you say it back?"

You take a breath before uncovering your face. As hot as your face was from all of this, you couldn't help but smile at the gesture he was making.

"I like you too."

"What the hell?!" Gojo yells, feeling like he missed something. He doesn't even remember seeing the two of you hold hands and now Suguru was carrying you?

"They are so cute! Gojo take a picture." Shoko teases, making You groan as you hide your face again.

"Suguru put me down now."

"Can I carry you a little bit longer?"

"... Fine." You mutter. You could afford to indulge him a little longer.

That and you decided that you liked being held by him.

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its-isover · 1 year ago

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Li Zhao Yu had zero doubt in his mind that he was, indeed, one of the best. After all, not just anybody could hit radiant in Valorant. He leaned back in his chair lazily, stretching with a yawn. His gaze flickered to his webcam and then back to his screen. His career was a crisp green carpet, with him fragging well enough to be the top or at least second highest fragger each match.

“I think that’s about enough for today, chat,” he muttered into his mic as he rubbed his eyes. It had been…five hours? He swore it did not feel like he had been playing for that long. Unfortunately, right as he was about to log off, he heard a little ping from his phone. Picking it up, his expression turned to one of mild annoyance. With a little “tsk”, he put his headphones back on.

“Change of plans, chat, seems like a few friends want to grind comp for a bit. We’re in for some…five-stack shenanigans.”

With a few final stretches for his shoulders and neck, he joined his friend’s party, the four already present members waiting for him. His eyes narrowed at their lack of rank.

“Weh, what gives?”

“I needed help carrying some new friends,” his friend responded dryly. Li only sighed, “Whatever, man, just don’t make me derank.”

As it would turn out, lower elo was absolutely god awful atrocious to him. Li had half a mind to cut the stream, almost certain he would get into trouble of some kind for the level of toxicity he was displaying. Granted, he only said about a third of what he really thought in team chat, but given the words circulating through his head, he had little doubt what he was saying was awful enough.

“Bai chi ya…zhen me wu yong…” Frankly, he was way too tilted to be playing. Did that stop him though? Of course not. Because Li Zhao Yu was not a quitter. The night was off to a horrible end, and three matches in, Li was throwing in the towel. “I’m done with this,” he had declared, leaving the party and slumping back in his chair. He ran his hand through his hair, eyes shut and brows furrowed, pulling his hair back and ruffling it, leaning forward, sighing, and ruffling his hair again. “I’m done,” he repeated. Done with what, exactly, he did not bother to elaborate. He got up to stretch a bit, finally feeling the dull ache in his neck. The pain absolutely was not worth it. Playing with those idiots? Deranking this much? Disgusting. He had never seen this much red in his career since he…he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done this badly. Except it wasn’t even his fault. How could it be, when he was the match MVP in almost all of them? He should stop. He should get some rest, some time away from the blasted game. But no.

Against his better judgement, he hopped back into solo queue. There were various reactions to his decision in chat, ranging from “You sure about this?” to “I really think you ought to rest” to “Hell yeah! We don’t end on a loss!” Not that any of that mattered to him. Li felt like shit, and since it was caused by numerous losses, his only logical solution was to garner just as many, if not more, victories to compensate himself emotionally.

What a stupid decision. These random guys he ended up with on his teams weren’t much better. Left to his own devices, he very well might have played through the night to recover all his lost rr. It took his roommate, Ryo, pulling the plug on his PC for him to go to bed. With that abrupt end to his stream, Li hauled himself under the covers, passing out as his frustrations turned to exhaustion and overcame him.

Maybe Ryo was right, all he needed was a little rest. Li thought, until he had breakfast and Ryo said he was going out with Kirra. “You’re not gonna duo with me?” had been Li’s first reaction, breadcrumbs dropping as he dropped his bao onto the table. Ryo only shook his head. “Maybe tonight,” Ryo offered. “Maybe you should come along, the fresh air might make you less insufferable.”

His suggestion was met with a sharp glare, lavender eyes piercing through dark onyx ones. Li looked nothing short of scandalised at the notion of his grind being interrupted. Was he expected to agree? Hell no. There was nothing Ryo could say to convince him to go out just to be a third wheel on his roommate’s date. Li was sure Ryo knew him well enough to know that, so he wasn’t really sure why he had bothered asking. However, that clarified itself when Kirra showed up, an unfamiliar face in tow as she declared they would all be going on a double date.

It was awkward, to say the least. Ryo and Kirra walked on ahead, hand in hand, leaving you behind with Li. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad if Li wasn’t already bothered, but there was no way of knowing that as you walked beside him, trying to gauge what would be an appropriate distance to put between the two of you. It didn’t help that Ryo and Kirra took the dog, which left you and Li with even less of a buffer.

How does one start a conversation with a stranger your friend set you up with when they look completely disinterested? One option is always to just…not. For better or worse, you weren’t a quitter (though not to Li’s extent). Just your luck that you managed to hit the topic of Valorant. By the way he perked up subtly, you had to assume it was of interest to him. Progress was progress, and you were quite satisfied with how you’d managed to chip the ice. That is, until the dreaded question arose.

“What’s your rank?” Li asked, seemingly nonchalantly, but the sideward glances he shot you told you otherwise. Subtle as it was, his gaze wasn’t one so easily ignored, and you happened to notice the pale lilac of his irises rather acutely. You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck in hopes he’d catch onto your awkwardness and change the topic. At this point, you weren’t sure if he was socially inept or just insensitive, because rather than act according to your hopes, he’d turned his head to look at you properly, tilting his head slightly as though prompting you to get on with your answer.

“I don’t have a rank, I don’t play comp,” you replied sheepishly. You swore you saw a flicker of disappointment cross his face, but by the time you’d blinked, his features had returned to their usual bored expression. “We can hit an internet cafe after lunch, I’ll duo with you and we’ll find your rank.”

His offer was more of a statement - no, an instruction. You felt a smidge of betrayal, not quite sure you like Kirra’s boyfriend’s roommate very much in spite of her insistence that he’d be a good match for you. Then again, you didn’t think it was her fault since you don’t exactly love Ryo very much either when she thinks he’s brilliant. Perhaps this was just another clash of opinions, since you’re sure she meant well.

Li seemed to have little interest in much else, to your mild dismay. While he would respond to any conversation topic you decided to jump into, he never quite seemed nearly as interested as he did when you brought up Valorant. Until music, that is. At which he promptly asked to see your playlist, his brows furrowing as he found little common ground. With a murmured promise to send you a few of his playlists and then some he'd try curate more towards your taste, he returned your phone.

If only your awkward date ended with a walk in the park. Lunch was an equally tense affair, with Li mostly feigning disgust at the couple with you, and you trying your best to avoid his gaze. As lovely as his eyes were, there was something cold and piercing about them that made you feel like he'd see right through you, and you weren't yet sure if you enjoyed it very much. Worse still was the way his hand found its way to your waist immediately after dropping enough money to cover both your meals in Ryo’s hands as he steered you away after lunch, bidding Ryo and Kirra farewell as he led you to an internet cafe. To his credit, he did keep his word…

“Um, look, Zhao Yu, I'm really not good at the game, I just play casually,” you began, trying to excuse yourself.

“I'll play casually with you then,” he insisted with a shrug, not at all bothered by the change in plans. Without waiting for any further protests on your part, he ushered you into the cafe. He strode up to the front desk with a comfortable familiarity, and you wouldn't be surprised if he'd told you he was a regular there. As you pondered his screentime, he had already paid for the time, once again returning to your side to usher you in. It was, in part, a sweet gesture, but a part of you felt the firmness of his hand was also partly to keep you from running off. Left with little other choice, you obliged and sat at the computer beside him.

You grinned sheepishly as your final game ended in borderline disaster.

“You weren't joking when you said you're bad,” Li quipped. For a moment, you half expected him to curse at you the way you'd heard him swear at the enemies and some teammates, but the barrage of insults never came. Instead, you felt a cold hand reach up to brush the hair from your face, his fingers gently twirling a lock of it before dropping his hand. His expression had softened, seemingly placated by the contact. “It's fine, it's not competitive…and you're cute.”

His last few words were mumbled, too mashed together for you to catch, but if the tips of his ears turning red was anything to go by, you'd guess he'd complimented you.

“Did you say something?” you pressed, hoping he'd repeat himself, but he only shook his head. “Mei shi ba, zhi shuo ni ke ai.”

Once again his words were quick, melding together like a fluid melody in his native tongue. It felt like you were hearing him properly now that he wasn't whisper-shouting at a screen, and it was…charming. You smiled to yourself. Cuteness privileges, huh? You could probably make use of that.

“Right, so how much do I owe you? For both the meal and this?”

Your questions were halted by a shake of his head and cold purple eyes enrapturing your own. “Another date, probably, I don't take cash.”

“Ah, then I guess I'll see you some other time?” So maybe he was a little pushy.

“We can plan while I walk you home. Zou ba.” Scratch that, he was a lot pushy. But it was part of his charm, you'd suppose, from the way he'd kept you on the inner side of the sidewalk to the protective hand on your waist as he insisted on escorting you to your door, Li Zhao Yu was a very straightforward individual, especially when it came to his interests.

“Zai jian le…unless you've anything else to say before I go?” The slight bit of hope in his voice was apparent.

“Thanks.”

“I don't need thanks from you, I want to do things for you.”

It was hard not to giggle at his bluntness. “I know, you make that quite clear,” you point out, kissing his cheek as a goodbye.

Perhaps for the first time on your date, Li was speechless. You'd tease him for it if you weren't into him too. Well, there's always more opportunities on future dates.

#iso x reader #valorant iso

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a-sleepy-raven · 1 year ago

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💙 coworkers to lovers with leon??? ☺️

Thank you for your request, dear anon, and my apologies for the long wait. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. :)

prompt: 💙 coworkers to lovers

Leon Kennedy x gn!reader – coworkers to lovers (HCs)

Given the line of work Leon is in, he spends a lot of time with his coworkers. He might not be the most social person after everything that’s happened to him but he still makes an effort to actually remember their faces and names because he just spends so much time around them. That being said, he wouldn’t exactly consider them his friends – and he definitely can’t see himself getting closer to any of them.

However, his whole attitude about this changes the moment you join the team. There’s just something about you that draws Leon in, no matter how much he tries to fight it. And he really tries to fight it because you’re in the same team and it’s heavily frowned upon to get involved with each other under these circumstances. So, no matter how much he likes you or how interesting you are, Leon will most likely push you away at first.

He also tries to convince himself that working together with you is more than enough for him because, at least, that means you can spend some time with each other. However, it doesn’t really help with the growing attraction between the two of you, and he considers asking the higher ups to transfer you to a different team, just to get some peace of mind, but then he’d have to explain why he’s asking for the transfer and that would make things even more complicated. So, he just sucks it up and hopes that what he’s feelings for you is just a stupid crush that will go away soon.

It doesn’t go away, though, and Leon finds himself more and more drawn to you as the time goes by. He also starts to be less reserved around you and actually strikes up conversations with you and laughs at your jokes and teasing remarks. He feels oddly at peace around you, like nothing else matters when you’re there – a feeling he’s been craving for quite a while now if he’s being honest with himself.

The more you grow on him, the more Leon wants to be around you. He finds excuses to stay at the office longer, like a report he needs to finish (though it’s already been handed in), just to spend more time with you. Sometimes, when he notices that you’re once again working without taking a proper break, he brings you tea or coffee to cheer you up a little. It’s also quite obvious to your other coworkers that Leon likes you, based on the little things he does for you and the way his gaze lingers on you when you pass him by.

Better be prepared for the infamous invitation to dinner sooner or later. As much as Leon is self-confident and stern during missions, he’s an awkward mess when it comes to casual interactions, even more so when it comes to you. Of course, he tries to play it cool but it’s quite obvious how nervous he is about asking you out. (Every time he thinks back to this moment he can’t help but wonder how he got you to say Yes. It’s beyond him why you agreed to go out with him.)

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x you #Leon Kennedy headcanons #resident evil x reader #Leon Kennedy fluff #resident evil fluff #reader insert #gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year ago

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Financial statements

Wei Wuxian returns from a four day night hunt with the juniors - and Lan Wangji couldn't have been happier to see his husband again. Had Lan Xichen not asked for his help with the discussion conference last minute preparations, Lan Wangji would have joined in the night hunt as well, loving any and all occasions for some family time with his beloved and their unofficially adopted children.

Wei Wuxian loves to travel - and he loves bringing little trinkets from wherever he goes, which is why the jingshi has been furnished with extra shelves for all his quirky finds... but not this time.

He hands Lan Wangji a beautifully decorated wooden box, the seemingly only thing that he's brought from the seaside village he's just been with the kids.

Lan Wangji opens it, and softens upon laying eyes on a beautifully crafted jade hairpin, glistening jewels catching onto the golden candlelight bathing the jingshi. He leaves a brief kiss onto his husband's lips, and places the gift on the table, gentle so as not to break it.

"Have you bought anything for yourself?" Lan Wangji asks, carefully surveying Wei Wuxian's reactions.

"No." comes the reply, though the smile on Wei Wuxian's face doesn't falter, and he's just as easy-going. "I didn't have any more money left."

"Wei Ying, I've already told you that you can take however much you want from the-"

Wei Wuxian disguises his reaction behind the cup of wine he downs. "I've taken enough, I just spent it on stupid things and-"

Lan Wangji takes his husband's hands in his, caressing his knuckles with his thumbs. "Wei Ying."

He sighs, and smiles to himself as he looks away. "I should've known there was no point trying to hide anything from you... You know me too well."

"What happened? You can tell me, Wei Ying."

"Last time I went to withdraw money, I was... told," Lan Wangji knows that's codeword for scolded, "...that I was... overstepping your budget and it would cause you trouble with the elders."

Shadows of disbelieving anger cross Lan Wangji's eyes. "There is no such thing as a budget for me, Wei Ying. I can spend whatever I want."

"I'm not you..." But Wei Wuxian shakes his head and smiles, "It's fine, though, I don't care about money, so-"

"What else did they say?"

Wei Wuxian sighs, again, and decides he's not going to tolerate the distance between himself and Lan Wangji anymore, sliding into Lan Wangji's lap with practiced ease.

"They told me I should spend less of your money because it's becoming obvious I'm only with you because you're rich."

Lan Wangji takes in a deep breath, his arms tightly wrapped around Wei Wuxian's body. "I will talk to them. This is not acceptable."

"Please don't kill anyone. Killing is forbidden-"

Lan Wangji leans down enough so he can lock eyes with Wei Wuxian. "There are no rules when it comes to you."

Early in the morning, Lan Wangji regretfully leaves his bed, and becomes only slightly jealous of the pillow Wei Wuxian hugs in his absence, to go have a discussion with the treasurers.

He's in a much more amicable mood than he was last night, but that isn't much improvement - and though he is not up for physical violence anymore (he wouldn't want to be locked up and away from Wei Ying, after all), that doesn't mean he's going to be in any way merciful.

After all, though he cannot convince anybody to overstep their ridiculous prejudices against Wei Ying and get to know him beyond the stereotype of the cruel Yiling Laozu, he does expect them to be at least respectful. And if they will not, Lan Wangji has no business making them.

"Hanguang-Jun." the treasurers bow, "What can we do for you?"

"I would like to know what my spending limit is."

The treasurers look to each other, confused.

"I have been made aware there is one, so I wish to know what it is." And his eyes narrow towards the chief treasurer, an old man Lan Wangji has never liked, "Unless the limit is for my husband only?"

"Hanguang-Jun," the chief treasurer begins, "there are budgets-"

"Are there? Then should the monthly deposits you send to your estranged daughter in Lanling be counted in those budgets?"

The man's eyes widen.

"Or are my husband's expenditures more outrageous than the missing financial reports from so-called diplomatic envoys you send your relatives on near hot springs retreats every winter?"

The man looks away, hiding his shaking hands in his sleeves.

"I do not care to flaunt my status and I do not believe power lays in titles. However," And Lan Wangji makes it a point to rest his hand over Bichen's hilt, "Be sure to remember I am the second heir of this sect, and Wei Ying is my husband. I am expecting the same level of respect be awarded to us both. It is neither your duty, nor your place to impose any limits on either of us."

"Even so, you yourself cannot impose on us to like him-"

Lan Wangji cuts in, his tone even but much colder. "I can impose on you to do your job. Nowhere in your tasks is it required of you to comment on the nature of my marriage."

"It is quite obvious-"

Lan Wangji turns to the other disciples in the treasury. "Henceforth, I will be taking over the treasury and will be handling all financial matters personally. Should you have any gripes with that," his eyes return to the chief treasurer, "do inform my brother of the reason why you have been demoted. I am quite sure he would be thrilled to know."

"Lan Zhan, what happened to the old treasurer? I haven't seen him around much..."

Lan Wangji kisses his husband's forehead in place of a response.

"Lan Zhan, what did you do?"

But the man moves on to softly kissing Wei Ying's lips, and entirely innocently continuing a path of pecks down his neck.

"Lan Zhan."

He sighs, as if annoyed for having been interrupted. "He is not dead."

Wei Wuxian laughs, "That's a very low bar, Hanguang-Jun."

"Yet I have not crossed it." He bites at the junction between Wei Ying's neck and shoulder.

"Good boy."

"I would have liked to, though."

"Lan Zhan!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #i have writing brain disease today

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still-breathing-au-p3r · 3 months ago

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It takes him far too long to get a hold of himself. Even once Nakai-san had come to let him know he was allowed back in Shinji’s room, it hasn’t been any less of a struggle.

Every time he starts to think he’s managed to get his head above water, another wave goes crashing over him and he’s swamped again, overcome.

Shinji would have a field day, seeing him like this. He’d never let Akihiko live it down.

Even that thought makes his throat tighten all over again. Shinji’s still around to poke and prod at him for being so sentimental.

God, what a stupid thing to get so emotional about.

He knows he shouldn’t be like this; if he lets himself get carried too high by hope, he’ll have that much further to fall if it gets shot out from under him. Just because Shinji woke up once doesn’t mean he’s out of the woods. There’s still a million things that could go wrong, or get worse, or…

Akihiko grips at his hair and tugs a little. He really doesn’t want to think about any of those hypothetical disasters. Is there really something wrong with being relieved in the moment? After all the anxiety he’s been forced to shoulder over the past two weeks, he has to have earned the privilege, right?

That’s what he tells himself, at least. Now if only the rest of him would cooperate. His body is still buzzing with a surge of adrenaline that refuses to ebb. The buildup of restless energy pricks and stings like he’s got nettles growing under his skin.

Mitsuru’s arrival with the juniors (half of the juniors, at least– he makes a note to ask about that) in tow offers him a reprieve from his little mental purgatory at last.

“How is he?” Mitsuru asks immediately. Akihiko can tell that she’s attempting to look and sound completely collected, but he’d be able to hear the fragile note in her voice even if he couldn’t see the haloes of red around her eyes. Finding him standing in the hall just outside the door to Shinji’s room, instead of inside and attached to his bedside like a magnet, probably didn’t lend itself to many optimistic interpretations.

“He’s asleep right now. Normal sleep this time, he didn’t–” He clears his throat. He knows it’s ridiculous, but he’s reluctant to speak the alternative out loud. “The way Nakai-san explained it to me, even though he’s been unconscious all this time, his body was still burning through a lot of energy trying to heal, so– it’s no wonder he’s exhausted. He was already out like a light before they’d finished examining him, they said.”

“It would be better to let him rest, then.” Mitsuru nods with poised understanding, but Akihiko catches the smothered traces of disappointment under the relief in her eyes. She had to have been hoping for the chance to speak with Shinji, or at least speak to him and know for sure that he could hear her.

“May– may we still come in and see him?” Yamagishi asks, her hands clasped formally in front of her. “As long as we’re quiet?”

“Yeah, of course,” Akihiko says. “And if he wakes up on his own before visiting hours end, we might still get to talk to him.” He looks at Mitsuru in particular as he says this. She smiles gently, gratefully.

Yamagishi, Takeba, and Aigis all look elated by the idea as well. A comfortable warmth blooms in his chest to see it. He’s known that the juniors looked up to Shinji more or less since he had re-joined S.E.E.S (even longer than that in the case of Arisato, Takeba, and Junpei, who had all continued to enthuse to each other about how Shinji had come to their rescue in June for days after the fact), but to see so clearly how much they care about him–

Shinji had tried to remain aloof and keep everyone at arm’s length, and Akihiko has never been so pleased to see someone fail. Despite his best efforts, the juniors still saw through him, saw the person that Akihiko and Mitsuru know: the one who makes such an effort to hide his kindness but never withholds it; who watches out for people as not just a matter of habit, but reflex.

He’s always been that way. Akihiko is so, so glad that the younger members of the team can see it too. Back when they were kids, there had been precious few people that saw Shinji’s good points– who’d even bothered to look… It had basically only been Akihiko himself and Miki, and a couple of matrons at the orphanage, and then eventually Mitsuru as well.

Now he’s got a whole slew of people who know him. Who care about him. Shinji deserves that.

Whether he believes it or not.

Akihiko holds the door open and the juniors file into Shinji’s room in silence, with Mitsuru taking up the rear. As she passes, she catches his eye and flashes another brief smile, and he can tell that she’s following the same train of thought as him.

“Is anyone else on the way?” Akihiko whispers to her– by which he means, ‘is Junpei on the way?’ He wouldn’t expect or ask Amada to be prepared to see Shinji on such short notice, and it hasn’t escaped Akihiko’s notice that Arisato has never come by either. He refuses to judge either of them for it. He gets it. He knows.

He’d be a hypocrite if he said anything.

Mitsuru nods and lingers near Akihiko as he closes the door most of the way, leaving just about a centimeter’s gap. “Iori and Arisato volunteered to escort Amada to the hospital,” she replies. “They should be en route to meet us here by now.”

Akihiko hums an acknowledgement. Does that mean Arisato will actually be here? As far as surprises go, he’s grateful that this is a pleasant one for a change.

Shinji’s right where he left him when he turns his attention back to the bed; soundly asleep despite the juniors crowding around him. He breathes in a slow, even rhythm.

“I’m so glad…” Yamagishi hiccups, dabbing at her eyes with a pink handkerchief. Takeba must have lent it to her, judging by the color. Aigis pats her shoulder, earning a wobbly smile.

“It’s really incredible how much better he looks now without the mask.” Takeba murmurs. Akihiko definitely agrees.

Along with the oxygen mask, most of the wires and tubes have been detached; the reduced number of IV drips he's on now means that only one of the needles is needed anymore, and the monitoring equipment has been reduced to just the heart monitor and oximeter. It all makes it so much easier to believe that Shinji’s really back– that he’s really only sleeping and not trapped in limbo, beyond their reach.

Arisato does indeed make an appearance, trailing behind Junpei and looking pale and antsy, with Amada trailing behind him in turn. Seeing Shinji for himself seems to bring most of Arisato’s color back almost immediately.

They all stay for as long as they can, quietly chatting as they wait to see if Shinji will wake up. Takeba has to shush Junpei several times, but there’s never any real bite to it. Even a rivalry like theirs– one that’s nearly a match for Shinji’s and his own (though it does favor entirely verbal needling over actual brawling)– takes a back seat to relief. Amada hovers behind the loose perimeter formed by the rest of the team and says almost nothing, but his reassurance that he’s alright when Akihiko checks in with him seems entirely sincere.

Visiting hours end, and Shinji remains asleep. Akihiko stamps down his impatience. He’ll get the chance to visit again by tomorrow, and he’ll stay as long as he has to. There’s…a lot that needs to be said, after all.

#akihiko sanada #shinjiro aragaki #persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 reload #mitsuru kirijo #fuuka yamagishi #yukari takeba #aigis #junpei iori #minato arisato #ken amada #still breathing au #sbau main plot #sbau canon #sbau october #sbau october 17 #fic #akihiko pov

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acescorazon · 1 year ago

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Title: Changes

Chapter: 8/?

Rating: M

Word count: 2054

Chapter excerpt:

Buggy would choose his own comfort over his pride and happiness a thousand times. He wants to live a comfortable, peaceful life. He doesn’t really have to like Mihawk, he just has to put up with him and pretend they’re friends. He wants the beatings and insults to stop, that’s all he wants. He wants to go back to being happy or being the closest thing to being happy like he was before Cross Guild formed. He needs this ally. He needs a cordial relationship with Hawkeye. He hates him, but he wants everything to just STOP.

Buggy forces one of his signature smiles across his lips, “Okay… Let’s give it a try. Yeah, let’s do it, let’s have dinner together. This will be good for us…” Just who is he trying to convince? Himself or Mihawk? The sentence just left his mouth, and he already feels a sense of dread rising in the pit of his stomach, but what else is there to do? Nothing seems like the right option, and he’s tired of having to fight with himself. He just wants it all to end.

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Buggy shouldn’t be reconsidering Mihawk’s dinner invitation right now, but he is. He’s stupid, right? This is just some ploy to get Buggy to let his guard down and then when he least expects it, Mihawk is going to attack him. No, wait…Mihawk doesn’t have to stoop so low and do that kind of thing, and he knows that. If Mihawk wanted to beat his face in, he could do it whenever he wanted to, he doesn’t need to put on an act and deceive Buggy…Yet, Buggy’s mind still has trouble accepting the idea of Mihawk genuinely offering Buggy his friendship, and instead continues to come up with all sorts of theories about how Mihawk is going to betray him and hurt him like he always does. Buggy doesn’t want to get hurt…

In the same breath, the same brain that is telling him that Mihawk is going to betray him and laugh in his face afterwards, is also telling him that maybe there’s a chance Mihawk isn’t lying. Maybe there’s a chance that Mihawk really does regret hurting Buggy. Maybe there’s an ounce of humanity in Mihawk, and Buggy just hasn’t really seen it outside of Mihawk’s training sessions with Buggy’s men.

Oh, but, then again, Mihawk really doesn’t deserve to be forgiven. He’s been so awful. He’s hurt Buggy time and time again, and he’s made him feel so worthless and less than human. He’s the one who made Buggy want to die yet somehow afraid to die at the exact same time. Buggy has never done anything to deserve this type of treatment from Crocodile or Mihawk, yet they’ve been treating him like a piece of trash since the very first day they showed up on Emptee Bluffs Island.

But…Maybe he should just accept this apology, even if it’s not one hundred percent genuine. Buggy’s so, so tired of taking a beating from his fellow members of Cross Guild and living a fucking nightmare, so maybe he should say he forgives Mihawk and move on, even if he could never truly forgive Mihawk in his heart. Buggy needs all the allies he can get right now, and if being Mihawk’s ‘friend’ means that the beatings will stop and he will potentially convince Crocodile to leave Buggy alone as well… Then maybe…Maybe accepting Mihawk’s apology wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Buggy feels so many things, so many conflicting things and he’s afraid to make a decision because what if he makes the wrong choice? He just wants his life to go back to being peaceful and happy. He knows that’s a little difficult right now considering his current status, but… he’d like to have as many good times as possible while he’s still alive.

Buggy has no idea how long he was just standing in the middle of the training grounds, staring at Mihawk, but it must have been long enough for Mihawk to decide that Buggy wasn’t going to make a decision on his own and try to gently urge him to join him for dinner. “I assure you, Buggy,” Mihawk says with a sigh, “I mean you absolutely no harm. I simply want to improve our relationship.” Okay, but how can Buggy take that for the truth? “I know you were unbelievably drunk when you told me all those things the other night, but I am not mad at you for speaking your mind. In fact, I respect you for having the courage to stand up to me.”

The mere mention of the other night when Buggy got piss drunk and then confronted Mihawk brings back embarrassing memories that leave Buggy’s face burning. Ah, that… he really should have apologized for that, but then he got ‘sick’, and plus, he doesn’t like talking to Mihawk…and then on top of all that Mihawk’s been so weird and confusing lately, so he never really got the chance to… uh…you know. Mihawk chuckles, and the sound of his laughter snaps Buggy out of his panicked thoughts, “You don’t need to be embarrassed or anything.” He assures him, “I needed to hear that, and I know that a simple apology can’t make up for all that I've done, but I'm sorry and I really want us to start over again.”

Buggy chews on his bottom lip. What does he do? This should be an easy decision for him. He should just tell Mihawk to fuck off�� But, he’s struggling to say those words, and it’s not just because he’s afraid that Mihawk will beat the hell out of him either. This is stupid, why is he so confused? What are all these conflicting emotions and thoughts? Why can’t he just tell Mihawk that he doesn’t want to have dinner with him, nor does he want to forgive him, ever…?

What does he do?!

What does he do?

….

Mihawk seems just as surprised by Buggy’s willingness as Buggy himself is, “Ah! Really? Then how about we have our dinner tonight?” Wait, he wants to have that dinner tonight? Uh, wait, Buggy thought he’d have a few days to mentally prepare himself for all this, he didn’t think that Mihawk would rush into this whole thing like it’s nothing. Is it seriously possible for him to have a change of heart so quickly, and for him to actually be eager to be Buggy’s friend? God, Buggy hates this, he’s never been so confused in his life. He doesn’t want to say he liked the old Mihawk better, because he didn’t, but at least the old Mihawk was easy to predict. This newly changed and remorseful Mihawk is so… God, he’s weird, and that’s the only accurate way to describe him.

Buggy’s voice cracks slightly as he finally mutters a reply, “Uh, yeah…Yeah, that sounds good…” He tells Mihawk, but he’s lying. He doesn’t know how he can just go about his day normally when he knows that he’s going to have dinner with Mihawk later tonight. Mihawk smiles at him again, which only adds to Buggy’s feelings of dread and confusion, and after that, he tells Buggy that they can either eat together in the tent they use as a cafeteria on the island or that he and Buggy can go back to Mihawk’s tent and enjoy dinner and a glass of wine. Honestly, Buggy would rather eat in the comfort and safety of the cafeteria, where there’s a chance someone might be around at all times, but he also knows how his children are, and if Mihawk and Buggy are seen together in the cafeteria… God only knows what they’ll do or how they’ll react...

In the end, Buggy leaves the decision to Mihawk, and he should have known what option Mihawk would choose. An aloof loner such as Mihawk would obviously pick the comfort of his own living quarters over the chaotic and noisy cafeteria Buggy has set up on his island for all his men to enjoy, but he’s still a little surprised by Mihawk’s choice regardless. “Alright, I'll see you at my tent at say…Eight?” Mihawk suggests, and all Buggy can do is nod because what else can he do? He’s made his bed and now he’s going to have to lie in it, but he’s definitely not going to get drunk again, he’s really not the type of person who should be drinking…ever.

Buggy tries to relax and go about his day as he normally would, but the horrifying knowledge that he’s going to be having dinner with someone whom he’s supposed to hate and fear lingers in his mind, refusing to leave. He constantly wonders if he’s doing the right thing or if he’s doing something stupid that will result in him getting hurt or worse. Yet, he doesn’t want to go back on his word and tell Mihawk that he doesn’t actually want to have dinner with him because then what…? What if that pisses Mihawk off or causes unneeded tension to rise between the two?

Good grief, he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to be handling all this.

Eight o'clock approaches a lot quicker than he would have liked it to, and Buggy still isn’t mentally prepared for all this. Why is it that when he wants his days to go by quickly, they don’t? Instead, they seem to drag on for hours and hours at a time, always moving at a snail's pace no matter what Buggy does. But then, when he wants his days to slow down, they often pass him by in the blink of an eye. Is that not unfair? Buggy didn’t want to have dinner with Mihawk so soon… He needed more time to prepare for this...

The dinner his men cooked tonight happens to be another sea king, and Buggy’s so tired of eating beasts that look like they come straight out of fairy tales, but sea kings are the best thing for a booming island like Emptee Bluffs island, which has hundreds of mouths to feed now and is only growing in the numbers. Buggy grabs his food and a drink from the cafeteria, and then idles for a moment, unsure if he should really be having dinner alone with Mihawk in his tent.

He has to do this though, he has to get on Mihawk’s good side and start over with him. Things can’t remain the same between them, they have to change.

Buggy takes a deep breath and tries to calm his racing heart down a bit, slowly making his way towards Miahwk’s tent. He really doesn’t want to do this. He should just stand Mihawk up or send one of his men to tell Mihawk that he’s suddenly busy, but… he wants to live a good life. He needs to do this, and finally turn things around so he doesn’t have to live a life of constant fear… Who cares if he isn’t ready to forgive Mihawk yet or if he doesn’t want to forgive him at all? He should just shut up and do what’s right for himself for once…

It’s okay, everything will be okay. Mihawk said he wouldn’t hurt him, and he even said he’d put his sword away…It’s okay, everything is going to be just okay. Buggy seriously just needs to calm down and breathe. It’s fine, he’s fine. This is good for him. Maybe. Probably.

Buggy blinks and all of a sudden he’s in front of Mihawk’s tent, holding his dinner tray. He doesn’t even remember the walk over here, he just spaced out the entire trip as he tried to convince himself that what he’s doing is the right thing, and that maybe, just maybe Mihawk is being sincere… But then again, maybe he’s n—

Oh, for the love of God!

“Hawkeye?” Buggy calls out in a soft whisper, and when he doesn’t get a response the first time, he tries calling out to him again, this time with a little more volume in his voice, “Hey, Hawkeye, I'm here…!” he announces, and as soon as he gets permission to come into Mihawk’s tent, he takes another deep breath and proceeds to rip the band-aid off.

God, what is he doing?

#one piece #cross guild #changes #my writing

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kanmom51 · 1 year ago

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JM live 15 June 2023 20:46 or 8:46pm KST

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

*Disclaimer: I hate Tumblr and it's stupid ass image limit. My personal feeling about this post is that it's lacking, but I guess c'est la vie, did the best under the circumstances (at least that's what I'll keep telling myself).

Guess what?

We already saw the pattern with JK, but is it possible that JM is joining in on the it? I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?

I won't be talking about every single thing that came up in JM's 1 hr. and 20 min. live. What I will do is touch on a few of the interesting things that happened during the live (well, what I found interesting at least), and what followed the live as well. Because JM didn't just show and dip. He wanted to take up home in his pocket, although he did think that over 7 million at his place might be too much, maybe if it was half of that it would be ok, lol. But we know JM, for reals, he wouldn't do a live at home, so he did the second best thing, which was to come back to us with posts and comments on Weverse.

Anyways, what did we have in the live?

JM talked about the 10 year anniversary a bit. Telling us he's not really that excited, but the biggest emotion he's feeling is fun. I get the not feeling excited. He also explains why. I'm happy that he felt it fun, I can't help but think that it was a bit of a bitter sweet celebration for them. He touched, not touched on it, when he mentioned the two members in the army at the moment.

JM tells us what he's up to lately, his daily schedule, more or less.

He's asked if he's working on a song, and JM like JM answers this:

He later gives us a little more detail: he's been working out and eating healthy and working on some music and living well. Once a week he allows himself to rest.

The question I ask is if JK allows him to rest too? Lol, nah. I guess that's the day they take off to visit Bammie. Ehm... we do have the scratch to prove it...

Jokes aside, JM talks about how it's good for him to have a set schedule and be at work. For him and JK both (that's me talking not JM). And seeing that RM kind of spilled the tea, we can guess that the workouts are probably, at least some of the time, together with JK.

At the 10:40 mark approx. Tae shows up in the comments.

JM, the kind of sassy and a true Slytherin that he is tells Tae, he will if Tae continues to comment for the whole time.

Well, I guess that was the end of it for Tae, lol.

Fuck people for calling him chubby in the comments. I hate this obsession with his weight, but even more so I hate people sitting at home on their asses and calling this 1.73 meter tall man that weighs 62.5 kg after putting on over 4 kg to get there, chubby. Like wtf? Man is skinny. And minus those 4 kgs he was fucking too skinny. Do they want him to starve himself? Do they not remember the issues he had in the past with his weight (issues which always linger even if you are "eating healthy" as he put it)?

Ok, so at around 14:55 min. JM's asked for the first time about the rainy day fight. When watching live, I kind of thought he was evading the question, but him answering the question later on, I tend to believe that maybe he just misunderstood the question at that point.

JM talks about sleep and R.E.M and how when you dream your mind is active and you don't really get deep sleep, and watching a video about it. I find it kind of funny and coincidental - NOT - that JK seems to have said practically the same things using similar wording in his live as well.

But no, they definitely aren't spending time together.

JM tells us he went to sleep at 6 am, woke up at 12 pm, made himself some chicken breast to eat and went back to sleep. Sound familiar anyone?

Sleep patterns. Chicken breast for lunch.

But no, they definitley aren't spending time together.

JM is asked to do the live all night.

He wants to sleep early.

Funny how that didn't work out for him... I guess someone was staying up to be able to speak with that very special person that happened to be in LA and would be waking up just as JM was supposed to go to sleep?

Slept at 12 and woke up at 8, ate at 12 pm, rest and go to workout at 2:30 pm approx., start working at 5 pm, at night he studied English. Ehm...didn't somebody else just let us know, repeatedly, that he's working hard on his English?

From his 5 June live:

Nah, I guess just another coincidence.

What I'm finding interesting is if JM is done with his promotions and it's off to the army any time now, why would he be working on his English?

Oh how I do hope that this is for something in the pipelines that involves the two of them TOGETHER!!!

Well, it is hard to break a sleeping pattern that has been with you for years and years. We all know of JM and JK's late night/early morning escapades. All night buddies that they are.

Rainy day fight, JM's version:

So this time around JM understands the comment asking about the rainy day fight and gives us his version of it.

Of course we got JM's JK smile.

He does tell us he's giving us an edited version of it. JK, on the other hand, edited without telling us, lol. Both said a lot about the what happened before and after, but magically didn't mention exactly what was said at the moment by JK to anger JM so so much for him to react the way he did.

Anyway, we got is the story from JM's pov. And yes, there are some differences, but I wouldn't expect otherwise. 2 people, 2 povs. No 2 stories would ever be exactly the same.

The main discrepancy I found was the timeline. JK's being when they were trainees, and JM's all over the place but still later on (2014-15). Idk, I'm gonna side with JK on this one, lol. Like I mentioned in the post about JK's live, I feel like this fight was way more impactful for JK than it was for JM. And as such it's more etched on his brain than it is for JM.

Something I found interesting was how each of them was keen to take responsibility for the fight. JK blaming himself for how he behaved and what he said, and JM the same.

What I also found interesting and very much not surprising is how this fandom roles. JK taking blame for the fight = "oh poor baby bunny JK, how big of him to take the blame"; JM taking blame fir the fight = "omg, how mean is JM picking on baby bunny JK, being so mean to him, ugh we hate JM."

Did I mention how there are some parts of this fandom that I absolutely despise?

One thing they both corroborated was the state of JK's eyes the morning after, lol.

Both JM and JK were happy giggly while telling the story.

A fight that definitley left it's mark of them both but also something to reminisce back on fondly.

Something else we learnt from JM's live was that he most definitely watched JK's live. He watched JK tell us about the rainy day fight and he also found JK's impersonation of G-Dragon very funny.

When is your next album coming JM?

Listening to army love letter

JM was truly moved by this.

Did JK cook Ramen for you?

JM averting eyes away from camera and moving on at the speed of light to..."oh angel pt. 2 came out today..."

There are 1001 options to why not yet. I'm not going to even start going there, because it's irrelevant and unimportant.

What I do know is JM chose to answer that comment but a. unlike the other comments that had to do with JK which he did answer, this one answer didn't come with a JK or jungkookie attached to it. It was short and he was done with it, and b. the way he looked away from the camera while saying it and repeating it once before just changing the subject was just so sus and felt like overcompensating.

Of course there are those that jumped at it like the dead feeders that they are. This must mean that they haven't seen each other. That JM isn't important to JK, etc. etc.

Funny how JM and JK don't see each other but are eating the same things for lunch, like Chicken breast and rice… or how they aren't seeing each other but JM somehow, magically, adjusted JK's mood lamp at JK's place…telepathy and telekinesis I guess. Oh, and did we discuss the sleeping patterns yet or the fact that they both happened to bring up the science mambo jumbo about sleep and dreams, almost word for word? But nope. They definitley aren't seeing each other and definitley aren't close. Also, for someone that is distanced they sure seem to be keeping up with each others lives. JM must be really bored to be sitting down and watching JK's long ass lives.

Moving on.

JM, being the king of evading answering whatever he doesn't want to answer, reads out comments asking about travel and tattoos, and decides those are topics he does not deem answer worthy, lol.

Do I talk about the goldfish lips? Nah, I don't wanna. Go watch!

Mashimaro

And this is JK way back in 2015 already.

JM assuming the position

So after saying he should do the next live lying down, cheeky thing that he is decided he's taking JK's sleeping live and raising him one, by taking us all home with him in his pocket, lol.

Although he took it all back. Yeah yeah, excuses excuses. So he can't fit 7 million into his place. Boo hoo. 3.5 million he can but 7 he can't. I do not accept such a cop out.

And then he was done, well more or less. Hungry, asking us for recommendations for food, and tired, he says his goodbyes and turns the live off.

But that wasn't the end of it. Nope.

Remember JM said he'd update us when he got home?

Well, he did. He came back to update us time after time after time.

And a comment too

Oh, and the next day as well.

Also interesting how that 5 and 8 found their way time after time into JM's posts and/or comments. 58 that happens to represent JK time after time.

At the end of the day what did we get from the live?

We got the rainy day fight - JM's perspective (muddled up timeline though, but I forgive him, getting old does make you forgetful, lol).

We got JM tell us he has seen JK's live, the one with him telling us his side of the rainy day fight and doing his G-Dragon impersonation, and I think we can assume he saw the sleeping live too.

I can't help but wonder if JM was reprimanded for commenting on JKs previous lives (you know with the shrimp, not really shrimp, comment and let me tie your hair), or perhaps he's just laying there enjoying watching his bf crush on him live.

We had JM call army and their comments cute. Funny, huh? How JK did that too?

Kind of interesting how the two seem to be saying the same things (the cute and the sleep talk), acting the same way, eating the same things.

I was going to add a clip and link here to JK's chicken breast eating tales, him cooking chicken breast with rice, him talking about eating chicken breast for lunch. Him eating healthy now days. Sounds familiar does it? JM talking about eating chicken breast for lunch, about eating chicken breast with rice. About eating healthy lately...

But damn Tumblr won't allow me. So you guys will either have to take my word for it (please don't), or go looking. You will see I am right...

For fun I will just leave you here with this:

Cause why not end this with an ear to ear smile on our faces?

#Jimin #JM #JM live #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK

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ajdahak · 2 years ago

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Helloo! Can I request an Aonung x F! reader (who’s in the Metkayina clan too) where Aonung confesses to the reader who secretly has a crush on him while a walk on the beach? I was thinking it could be like s friends to lovers thing! Also, can you add a part with my fav Tsireya where she convinces her brother to confess? I have a feeling she would know they both like each other😭Ty🫶🏽

♡ Character : Aonung x reader

♡ Genre : fluff

♡ A/N : I really enjoyed writing this! it's my first time so be indulgent please 😭 I hope you like it and sorry for my writing time I work during the day so it doesn't help me too much

You and Aonung had always been close since you were young. Always glued to each other. Although his character can be irritable most of the time, you told him everything, blindly trusting him. Sometimes others could wonder how you were doing to put up with it but very quickly everyone understood that you were the only one to have preferential treatment from the boy.

They had understood one thing that you were unfortunately the only one not to notice: he loved you. His little jokes that he addressed to you were only a way to flirt with you but you only saw it as friendly jokes, his fingers always trying to get in touch with you, the sweet looks he could throw at you at times, nothing escaped them, but you were blind to this.

The first to realize this was Tsireya. His sister seemed very involved in his heart stories and had many times helped him to subtly make you understand what he felt for you, but despair was only too present in the face of your unconsciousness. She sometimes seemed even more frustrated than Aonung himself !

Today, things were going to change, that's what she decided.

Noon had not passed, and yet the village was already more than eventful. Adults and children were already active on their own. With your clear eyes, you could see all these people surely agitated to go about their business, or go home, whatever.

You were simply walking between the different huts as always in the same place, on the same day, as every week, always, at least since you were a child.

Sometimes stopping to talk with some Metkayina you used to see, you observed the surroundings, allowing you to see children running here or there, playing through adults with disconcerting innocence.

If until now you only talked with a few people you know more or less, talking about rain and good weather, you thought you had talked enough to the people you know.

So, you simply started walking, without stopping, to go home, avoiding children who ran in all directions as you did at their age. But something caught your attention. In the distance stood a silhouette that you knew only too well : Aonung.

He beckoned you to join him and it is quite natural that you set off in his direction.

- Hey, so these leasons ?

- Don't tank to me about that, newborns swim better than them.

You couldn't help but giggle at this remark. Your friend invited you to join him for a walk on the beach which you gladly accepted. While he passed his fingers through the strands of your hair, you played with a flower while watching the clouds pass.

- … a lot, passionately..

- Mmh?

- I count the petals to know if you love me.

- I have rarely seen someone do such a stupid thing.

- Do not insult the science of flowers, please. They will get upset. Where was I?

- Passionately?

- To madness, and… not at all. You see, you offended the flower and she took revenge, you sermoned him by waving the last two petals under her nose.

- You have a petal on your cheek.

Then, when you tried to hunt the unwanted plant - in vain, since Aonung had of course invented it, - he gently grabbed your hand.

- You missed it, he taunted you. He's a little more... that way.

His fingers gently came to caress your cheek, pretending to remove something from it but surprisingly, when it was done, he did not retreat. On the contrary, his hand came to rest on the same cheek, caressing her with his thumb, while his gaze was lost in yours. A strange feeling passed through your body, like a shiver at the sight of this loving look that was intended for you. It was strange to see him so sweet, even with you, and you know him enough to know that there was something behind it.

- Aonung ?, you wispered under your breath.

The young boy seemed lost in his thoughts, thinking about what his younger sister had told him earlier in the day: "you have to make things happen! Or else she will never notice anything." Tsireya was unfortunately right. Then he took his courage with both hands and suddenly approached you.

You see it coming, but you accepted to kiss him with a smile. You tasted his lips, exchanging an intense kiss. Aonung had flown away for a few seconds, as if they had both taken off for the stars. All the love he felt for you had been transmitted through this kiss.

He moved a few centimeters away when his hands had already landed on your hips. He couldn't help but contemplate you. You were wonderful, it's crazy. He is in love with your eyes... And your hair... And your lips... And... you. He raised his hand to carry it to your face before sliding one of your black strands behind your ear.

- You are beautiful, he whispered at you.

You smiled at him and kissed him again. His hand went from your neck to your jaw and he detached himself from you, sticking his forehead against yours.

- (y/n).

- Mmh?

The young man made a blank settle between the two of you while his gaze was lost in yours:

- I love you.

- I didn't hear, can you repeat please?

Lie. Aonung could have suspected that you had not missed any word of his sentence, the huge smile you displayed on your face betraying you.

- I love you, he repeated with a smile.

- love you too, Aonung.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #aonung #tsireya #x reader #avatar 2 #fanfic

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hellfireloserclub · 5 months ago

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Sandworms, loopholes and questionable sandwiches.

A trip to the lake with the kids and Eddie shouldn't be so confusing. If the kids would just give Steve five seconds to think he would be able to get his head straight. ( Straight? Oh how that ship had sailed) Inviting Eddie to come join them on a few days away had just been step one on Steve's plan. Step two had been to get Eddie alone. Step three was... a work in progress. Listen, Steve might have learned a thing or two about himself while he was off visiting Robin at college, that didn't mean he knew what he was doing. He just hoped he still had a friend in Eddie after he worked it all out. He's just got to survive being the responsible adult for a few days first.

My @steddiesummerexchange fic is out in the world @aaliona I hope you like it.

Read it on Ao3 Here

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sneak peak

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“Henderson. I swear to god, if you don’t choose a spot, I’m throwing everything in the lake.”

Eddie wasn’t joking.

Since they pulled up to the campsite, all he seemed to have done was listen to Dustin and Mike squabble about where was best to set up the tents.

Apparently there was a science to it.

Eddie was pretty sure the fact that there were actual spots marked in the undergrowth was a good enough sign a perfect site already existed, but what did he know?

He watched as Dustin placed a hand on the trunk of a tree, feeling the moss under his fingers. He was about to spout some more Henderson bullshit that he probably learned at that nerd camp of his, and frankly Eddie wasn’t in the mood for it. Not after a three-hour road trip with a van full of teenage boys and broken air con.

Dropping the pile of canvas he was carrying unceremoniously and turning heel, he ignored the shouts of protest behind him.

Yet here he was signing up to torture himself, sleeping on the floor and being bitten by every bug in a hundred-mile radius. The things he did for Steve Harrington.

His side twinged, but he shook it off. Physical activity after sitting still for the drive now pulling at old hurts.

Two years may have passed but the skin grafts still pulled if he tried to do too much.

He knew Dustin would never forget that day, but sometimes the little numbskull forgot that Eddie’s thick skin was only metaphorical these days.

He wasn’t exactly a fan of physical activity before he became bat chow, but after?

One wrong move and he was stuck walking with even more of a limp than usual, if he overdid it, he was looking at bare minimum two days to recover.

It really was a beautiful sight. The lake wasn’t half bad either.

The man in question was currently lugging a canoe down to the lake edge with Lucas.

Eddie had been sure the sight of a boat and a lake would fill him with fear after the events of spring break, but the sight of Steve easily dragging the banana yellow canoe?

That was making his heart race alright. But that was probably more to do with the way Steve’s muscles stretched under the sinfully tight shirt - and less to do with under worldly eldritch horrors.

“Should you be perving on your babysitter?” Eddie asked as he nudged Baby Byers with his hip, both watching Steve and Lucas drop their cargo on the lakeside. Stupid dumb jocks weren’t even breaking a sweat.

Reaching the makeshift base camp, Will wordlessly handed him a Coke from the cooler.

The younger man’s eyes firmly planted in the same direction as Eddie’s gaze.

Evidently Eddie was not the only one enjoying the show.

To Will’s credit he didn’t blush, he just shrugged and hid his coy smile behind his bottle.

Even so. Will didn’t have to call him out about it.

“At least I’m being subtle. You’re almost drooling.” He said.

Will was coming into his own since he had come out to the party at the beginning of 87.

In that time his confidence had grown tenfold and with it so had his cheek.

Oh, he was still charming and sweet, but my god did he have an antagonistic streak a mile wide.

Everyone joked Dustin was Eddie and Steve’s kid. But in Eddie’s opinion if you wanted the perfect mix Will the wise was your answer. He had Steve’s bitchy streak and no tolerance for bullshit and Eddie’s theatrics and imagination.

Unfortunately, that also meant that he could read Eddie like a book, and had latched on to the fact that Eddie was well and truly neck deep in confusion over how he felt about the aforementioned babysitter.

“Take it off!”

Silently they watched as Steve and Lucas made more trips to the back of Steve’s borrowed van.

The background squabbling from Mike and Dustin barely dampened the beauty of the lake where it stretched out as far as the eye could see.

This was the closest thing to the ocean Eddie had seen with his own eyes.

Maybe one day he and Steve would take Argyle and Jon up on the offer of going to visit them in Cali. Get to see the real thing.

But for now the massive lake and sandy shore in the blistering sun would have to do.

Finally, Steve showed weakness to the sweltering heat. Watching Steve wipe the sweat from his brow with the bottom of his shirt should not be making Eddie feel like he was about to combust.

Eddie felt like he was melting.

He was going to blame the heat on his heart attack. Not the vision in khaki flashing his midriff like some two bit wench.

But now she seemed to have gotten bored with telling Mike what to do and had moved on to observing the floor show down on the lake. At Max’s outburst, Lucas pointed to himself grinning.

Eddie had completely forgotten there was anyone else about.

Max yelling from the rocks almost made him drop his soda.

She had been micromanaging the site’s setup since she still wasn’t a hundred percent on her feet yet without her cane.

“Come on Steve, don’t leave us hanging.” Max yelled, shit-eating grin and eyebrow waggle in the lake's general direction.

“Mayfield, you are a child.” Eddie reprimanded, not that Max ever listened to anything he had to say. She flipped him off as El laughed hysterically into her shoulder.

Lucas deflated slightly and Steve dropped his t-shirt back in place, shaking his head and muttering something to the other boy so low that nobody else could hear it.

“Don’t hate me cause you ain’t me Munson.” She mocked sliding the sunglasses she had dropped to the end of her nose back into place now her ogling of Steve had been fulfilled.

“Your boyfriend is right there?” Eddie pointed out raising his soda to Lucas in a ‘bro solidarity‘ shrug.

“I can window shop. If Steve didn't want to be ogled at, he wouldn't be putting on a show. You telling me you and him don’t do exactly the same when you’re on a night out?” Max waved him off, turning her attention back to Steve who was now doing his best not to look back up to the campsite. His face flushed pretty as he arranged the canoe on the bank.

“Are you telling me you aren't buying what he’s selling?” Max asked between laughs.

Eddie tried to defend his and Steve's honor, but all that came out was a garbled cut of noise. Beside him Will sniggered.

“Oh, don’t you start.” He grumbled.

#steddie #steddie summer exchange #steddie fan fic #eddie/steve #pez steddie event contribution

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