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munsster · 7 months ago

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red wine supernova

A/N: guys... i know this is a sapphic song but hear me out on this one.... the lyrics go too well with eddie to ignore 😖 (gif creds: @keery)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: “Baby, why don't you come over? / Red wine supernova, falling into me” 2.9k words

Warnings: fluff, dumbass pining x2, best friends to lovers, a few kisses, broody & high eddie, cursing, pet names (teddy, bug), teenage boys, underage drinking/smoking

"Hi, teddy!"

It rings in his ears like church bells. Then Eddie sees you and you're drenched in golden sunlight even though it's afternoon and the school halls provide no source of natural light. So maybe you're just beautiful. A vision in go-go boots.

Totally not his type, though.

"Hey," Eddie sighs, exhuasted from the hour and a half English lecture he just suffered. Not to mention, he was already exhuasted from the fact that he barely slept the night before. Which was maybe, possibly, perhaps caused by his overthinking about that nice shade of lipstick you always wear.

"How was Lit?"

"Shit."

You giggle, "that rhymed!" His heart skips a beat.

You're side by side down the halls—you always walk to lunch together—and, like clockwork, you tease him about trying to hold your hand when his ringed fingers brush your wrist. Of course, he would. In a heartbeat, he'd have his fingers clasped with yours like that's what they are molded for. But people would stare, and that's more of a hassle than he’d prefer.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't actually give a shit about people staring at him, he just doesn't want to give anyone anymore reasons to stare at you. In disgust. Or loathing. With whatever judgements they'd make. Names they'd call you. He's been through the ringer, he'd never drag you along with him.

You're chattering about the state of your new, pink jellies when Eddie catches someone throwing you an off glance. He tries not to think too much of it, and he's not like jealous or anything, but every snicker and whisper sets him off. You're bubbly and kind and it's not fair people look at you different when you're with him.

"You ever notice how people look at us?"

You tilt your head at him as you round the corner of the cafeteria doors.

"You mean like how Dustin makes funny faces when I compliment your hair?"

"No, I mean like that," he huffs, pointing right at the judgemental stares of Melissa and Nicole, who promptly turn away with a gasp. He shakes his head. "And I like when you compliment my hair."

"Well, I like your hair." You smile at him as he pulls out a chair for you. You're the first ones to the table.

"Thank you, bug." Eddie ducks into his own seat, tapping his heavy fingers against the tabletop. "Off topic. I'm saying, you never notice people look at us... funny?"

The metal clasps of your limited edition Disco Fever lunchbox clack against the side as you unfold the lid. Your face contorts, considering the scenarios you've devised in your head if anyone was ever rude to Eddie in front of you. Let's just say your self-defense knowledge would come in handy.

"I guess I notice sometimes, but I just don't care. I like you lots more than I like them," you say, shrugging it off, "And I know how to fight."

His heart swells, face rosy, ears hot as an oven. Of course, you'd say that. You always know what to say.

Too bad you're not his type.

Dustin plops down in the seat across from you, nearly gagging at the way Eddie ogles at you.

"Would you get a fuckin' room already—!"

"Language," you both holler.

"Jinx!" you chirp. "You owe me a soda."

"I'll get you a soda, bug," Eddie hums. Dustin considers stocking his backpack with those little bags they give you on airplanes just in case.

...

"Weird Science or The Woman in Red?"

You're perched on the floor of his living room, wearing silk shorts and a cami. You weigh both tapes in your manicured hands like it'll tell you anything about the quality of the films inside.

"Somethin' to say about Kelly LeBrock, bug?"

"Steve suggested them! And he gave me a discount, so I couldn't just say no," you say with such a dazzling smile on your face, he thinks you're the nicest girl he's ever met. Or, at least, the nicest he's ever seen, no contest.

Just, not his type.

"Go figure," he says, "Weird Science."

"'Cause of the mutant bikers?" You beam up at him where he sits on the couch.

"'Cause of the mutant bikers."

It makes you giggle, which makes him smile like an idiot.

Then Hellfire pours onto Eddie's front porch bearing gifts of humongous chip bags and a six pack of cheap beer. He jumps a little at the doorbell, and you spring up to open the floodgates for the rowdy group of boys. They greet you excitedly and spread themselves across the rest of the couch, an armchair, and the floor.

Dustin tosses you a bag of pop rocks, and you blow a kiss in thanks, promising to bring him by the arcade next week. Eddie feels so far from you, even though your shoulders are pressed between his knees. But he can't see you or talk to you, your attention is divided, and he can't help but feel a little needy. You smack Dustin's hand when he reaches for a beer, and he whines about Mike sneaking one.

"What movie did the love birds choose?" Gareth asks. Eddie takes out a baggie of weed.

"Weird Science!" you coo, slotting the tape into the VCR. Gareth celebrates, sloshing his beer can against the coffee table as the rest of the boys high five and howl. You roll your eyes affectionately.

You laugh, smacking Jeff on the arm. “Oh, you’re all horny perverts.”

Gareth salutes, “At your service!” Which earns him a playful flick upside the head. The opening credits roll, and you stand triumphantly.

“I have to pee, but you guys can let it roll while I’m gone!” you chirp, skipping off down the hall of the mobile home.

As soon as you’re out of ear shot, Dustin whips around to scowl at Eddie who exhales a slow puff from the neon pink bong you gifted him last year. He passes it to Gareth and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t tell what’s worse,” Dustin huffs, “The fact that you’re so oblivious or the fact that she is, too.”

Eddie squints. “What?”

Dustin deadpans.

“Dude, even I can tell you two like each other,” Mike chimes in, “Will thought you were dating from two thousand miles away. Over the phone.”

“You guys are fucking high. We are not dating,” Eddie says.

Mike shrugs. “You should be.”

“Okay, twerp, I’m not taking romantic advice from someone in a long distance relationship.”

“He’s right,” Dustin barks.

“That means you, too, twerp. Besides. Not my type.” Eddie sighs and slumps into the cushions, reaching his arms above his head.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas says, “If she’s not your type, then who is?”

“I don’t know, but she’s not.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Sounds like a lame excuse for your cowardice.” Eddie’s jaw drops, and he grabs for his bong.

“You did not just say that to me.”

“I meant it.”

You bumble back into the room, and the conversation screeches to a halt, Gareth whipping back towards the screen with Eddie’s eyes still burning holes in the back of his head.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” they grumble.

Eddie smiles when you plop down next to him on the creaky couch. He can’t focus on the movie with the stray glances he’s catching from the younger boys and the soft looks you offer every so often. Maybe he is gutless. Because when he thinks about you, he’s floored. Then—knee jerk—he has to justify his racing heart with the fact that he could never be into you. But he is. You’re beautiful and funny and sweet to him. You are his type.

Not halfway into the film, Dustin whines, “I’m bored. Can we play a game? Like spin the bottle or kiss marry kill or something?”

“First of all,” Eddie says, “there’s only one chick here, we’re not playing spin the bottle. Second, are you five years old?”

You scoff and pat Eddie on the thigh. “Hey! I’m with Dustin. Truth or dare?”

“Works for me,” Jeff interjects. Eddie glares at him, grabbing his bong from the table. “Truth or dare, Eddie.”

He exhales a puff of smoke, shaking his head.

“Truth”—The boys’ heads turn, wicked smiles on their faces like predators eyeing him up—“Fuck, dare.”

Jeff cocks a brow.

“I don’t like this game,” Eddie says.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“I said dare.”

Jeff grins. “I dare you to tell me if you have a crush on anyone.”

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike chuckle.

“Fuck you all. Yeah, fine, I do. Next,” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s your turn, teddy,” you coo.

“Right. Dustin, truth or dare.”

“Easy. Truth,” he says.

“Is it fun being a little shit?”

You shove his side. “Eddie!”

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“Great,” Eddie huffs.

“Awesome.” Dustin glares at him.

The game continues just like that, a vicious cycle of sarcasm and glares. It’s a little more lighthearted when Lucas asks you if you have a special skill. Without responding, you ask for a deck of cards and stand in front of the screen.

“You boys like magic?”

A few nod, the rest too stunned to speak as you show them a card, the queen of diamonds, and shuffle the deck a few times. You pull a card from the deck, and the boys lean in, anticipating the red queen. You spin the card, and they groan when you reveal the eight of clubs.

“That’s not our card, bug,” Eddie says. He expects you to be disappointed, but you grin and set the deck on the table.

“I know.” Their eyes widen when you reach into the top of your shorts, a card pinched between your fingers. The queen of diamonds. “This is.”

You toss the card, and the boys grab for it. Eddie gulps and shifts in his seat, couch squealing beneath him. Lucas pelts the hard-won card at Eddie, and you curtsy before heading back to your seat.

…

Just as the game gets a little tired, Dustin shoots his hand into the air. “My turn!”

“Okay, but this is the last one—”

Dustin shouts your name.

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

You pretend to contemplate before chirping, “Dare!”

Eddie leans his head back, lulling to the side to watch you smile at Dustin. You catch Eddie staring and stick your tongue out at him. He winks.

“I dare you… to kiss the person on your right.”

“Geez, how long did it take you to come up with that one,” Eddie mumbles. But you look to your right, and Eddie looks kind of uninterested, glazed over and staring at the ceiling.

“That doesn’t seem very consensual,” you say, brows knitted just as Eddie lifts his head. Dustin glares expectantly at Eddie who slowly sits up and turns his head, smirking at you.

“You can kiss me, bug. So long as you promise not to bite.”

Eddie’s relieved when you giggle and set your hand on his knee.

“If you say so!” You lean closer, and he blushes at the new proximity. Despite his nerves, he just can’t look away, eyes locked with yours. You huff when it feels like he’s staring straight into your soul. But you’re smiling so sweetly, even with all the rascals chanting ‘do it!’.

You shift your weight and hold onto his shoulder as he slips his arm around your waist so you don’t teeter off the couch. He nods, tip of his nose just brushing yours. You press your lips to his quickly, and he can sense your nerves when you pull away and look down.

Everyone cheers.

You look into his eyes again, and your face relaxes, the heat not so unbearable when you see his smile. You duck to kiss him again, his arm tighter on your waist. He tries not to smile, but you hum softly and, suddenly, he’s a puddle in your fingers.

You pull away when someone whistles, your ears rushing with blood as you drop your feet to the floor and look away, face burning.

Eddie clears his throat. “Alright, you pervs got what you wanted. Can we finish this damn movie already?”

“It’s kinda late,” you hum, “I don’t wanna be driving too close to the witching hour.”

“Wait, what?” Gareth says, watching you stand and shuffle into your slippers by the door.

“Sorry, guys. Just… superstititous.” They wouldn’t have believe you if you hadn’t said it with a genuine smile on your face. Eddie hops up from his seat and follows you.

“I’ll walk you out, bug.”

“Ooh,” Dustin teases. Jeff slaps a hand over his mouth, and Dustin mumbles an expletive against it.

Your little, red coupe is sidled right up next to his van. He always keeps the spot closer to the door open for you. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket, your arms crossed over your chest to keep out the cold. He winces.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay? I can take the floor,” Eddie says, shucking his jacket and wrapping it over your shoulders. You smile.

“Such a gentleman.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, teddy,” you whisper, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. Your heart-shaped keychain jangles against the car door as you slot the silver key into the lock. When you get the door open and glance at him, he’s stone faced where he leans against the back window.

“Wait,” he huffs.

“Yeah?”

Eddie can feel himself flailing, hands shaky at his sides when you look at him. He can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or his nerves or how worried you look or the fact that this could be his only chance. Don’t be a coward. He expects you to get tired of it. Eventually, you’ll have to let go, but right now, you stand there and wait for him. Oh.

“Sorry, bug. I’m pretty high right now.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug when he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles softly. “You okay?”

He shakes his head. “You’re so sweet. And you’re so nice to me. God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you coo, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his chest. He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips.

“Yeah.”

You thumb over the leftover slip of paper in the pocket of his jacket. And you smile, remembering when you passed him that note in chem last thursday.

Eddie sucks in a breath, sighing, “You make me so nervous.” You blink hard, and he’s seering hot under the warm light filtering through the trailer windows. “And you’re so fascinating.”

“Fascinating?!”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“That’s a new one. ‘S that a good thing?” you say, head tilted watching him push his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing. Fascinating is good. To me.” You swear his eyes twinkle a little when he looks at you.

“Well,” you nod, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” And he can’t stop himself from taking selfish glimpses at your mouth. He feels so stupid for how long he denied his genuine attraction to you. His crush on you. You’d laugh if you knew what went on in his head. “I liked kissing you.”

You take a deep breath, and he steels himself for rejection. He thinks, why should you want anything to do with him after he’s acted so indifferent towards you all this time.

“I liked kissing you, too, teddy.” Holy fuck.

He grins. “You’re my type.” At first, you think he’s joking, but even a blind man could tell Eddie was dead serious. “Textbook description of it, bug. You’re my type.”

You look into his eyes again, trying to gauge if he’s fucking with you. He has to know that you’ve liked him for years. He has to. It’s not like the boys have been subtle about it.

“I… am flattered,” you coo, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“Just. From me. You know? It’s always been there. Had a crush on you forever, just had to tell you now.”

You nod, biting back a grin and shuffling a little closer. He’s absolutely buzzing when you curl your fingers into his bicep.

“Can I kiss you?” His head is spinning when you nod and press up against him. He’s sure you can feel his heart pounding. Especially when you press your delicate palm right to it. His hand fits gently against your hip.

Now, it’s his turn to kiss you. His lips are so soft against yours, tender like he’s nervous you’ll shatter. You giggle and reach for the back of his neck, your mouths falling open against each other in a fit of excitement and heat. He tugs you closer when your tongue slips into his mouth; he doesn’t mean to, but he feels himself smile and spread his hand across your lower back.

Eddie pulls away, eyes flicking wildly across your face just before he pecks your mouth again.

“Bug?”

You nod, eyes refusing to open as he kisses your cheek.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, teddy, I will!”

You tug him down by the collar to kiss him ferocious, his cheeks instinctively hot with your baby pink fingernails gentle on his neck. You can hear the cheers and high-fives from inside the house, exclamations of ‘finally!’ and ‘i knew it’.

Then Dustin hollers, “Fuck yeah!”

And you both shout, “Language!” just before falling into each other in a fit of giggles.

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with-my-calamitous-love · 5 months ago

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EVERYTHING THAT MADE ME, NOW I CALL YOU BABY

bnha various x reader

nicknames they call you

listened to all of the girls you loved before <3

izuku midoriya

he is the definition of love-struck. he absolutely loves you and everything you do. he sees the parts of yourself you hate and carves out a special place for them in his heart. he’s clingy too, wanting nothing more than to be in your presence. he calls you baby, sweetie, honey, but his favourite is simply your name. he also drags his y’s whenever he’s smitten by you (which is always.)

“babyyy… i have patrol. c’mon, hun, you know i hate leaving you. i’ll make it up to you tonight.”

katsuki bakugou

is an asshole at first. when you first start dating, he’s adamant about how he’s too tough for nicknames and how dumb he thinks they are. the only names he calls people are ones that typically send them away crying, and you’re no exception…. however, you’ve learned to pick up on his signals. he refuses to use the classics, and instead calls you idiot, dumbass, or smartass if you’re lucky. albeit, all with the prefix “my.”

“tch. pet names are lame, dumbass…. yeah? i still love you, though, idiot. i can show it in better ways.”

shouto todoroki

though a true gentleman at heart, his social skills are that of a small puppy in a sea of humans. he tilts his head adorably whenever he overhears couples calling each other baby, or honey, and not fully understanding the baby talk. but when you two start dating, he’s all for it. he calls you love, darling, beautiful, or gorgeous.

“hm? yes gorgeous? here, let me zip that up for you. no, put that wallet down- tonight’s on me, love.”

eijirou kirishima

the very definition of a golden retriever. he cant help that he loves you, and wants to show that love every waking hour of his day. and how can he not? he’s so funny, and handsome, and kind, and he doesn’t even seem to realize just how great of a package he is. he’s always pushing you to your fullest, wiping the sweat off your forehead and giving you a kiss after a workout and holding you close whenever he’s given the chance. he calls you babe, baby, and princess.

“c’mon baby, just one more. you’re doing so well. i’m so proud of you, princess. c’mere, i wanna show you off.”

denki kaminari

possibly the funniest, most charming guy you know, he’s stuck to you like glue. he loves being around you, having you in his lap while he plays games, following you around the house, and being the first person you go to whenever anything happens. he’s a ray of light on your darkest days, somehow always giving you a smile even when you’re lips are curved into a permanent frown. he calls you sunshine, honey, babe, or baby.

“hey sunshine. hm? you’re running errands today? need some company? you just look so cute in my hoodie, babe. don’t wanna let you outta my sight.”

hitoshi shinso

if you could describe hitoshi with one word, it’d be safe place. he’s your refuge, the guy you can curl up with in a blanket and rot for hours when the world seems too real. he’s also the same guy who will pick you back up, help you build yourself back up and send you to face it with a kiss on your forehead. he loves love, though he’d never admit it out loud. he feels like he melts every time he’s around you, wanting to be the jacket on your shoulders and the ring on your finger, just to be close to you. he calls you baby, love, and beautiful.

“mmn… you awake, baby? goodmorning. c’mere, beautiful. i’ll hit the snooze button for us. we can just stay in today.”

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just-some-random-blogger · 8 months ago

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Bound By Blood

Being on your period was already a pain as it is, but accidentally binding yourself to a demon with a menstrual pad was a real cherry on top.

demon!Daemon Targaryen x Reader x bf!Aemond Targaryen | 2k+| cw: fem!reader, modern au, menstruation and its symptoms (duh), bloody depictions, crack fic, dumbass shenanigans, internet translated high Valyrian, typos, etc.

A/N: after reading @happilyhertale's period fic and @lady-phasma's period fic, i remembered a tumblr post i saw a long time ago about how napkins have really pretty designs for no reason cuz ur gonna get blood all over it anyway. as tumblr posts do, it spiraled and someone likened the designs to like a pentagram then someone was like u could accidentally summon a demon, thus this. i really did try to find it but alas i could not

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @ceoofyearning

@targaryenmoony @risefallrise @thebullship @sa3losa @pendragora @sloanexx

If you've ever had a hard time with your period, please consider donating €5 to Nour's GoFundMe, as the people in Palestine do not have access to any sort of feminine hygiene products; help her and her family evacuate.

"Lovie?"

"Yeah?"

I put my phone on loud speaker and place it on the side of the sink, "did I tell you to buy macadamia chocolates?"

"... no. I'll get you some."

"And something salty," I sit on the toilet and open my pad packet. I peel the red wrapper off.

"Mmm... crisps?"

"Yeah, the pink one."

"Alright. Anything else, love?"

I change the napkin on my underwear before replying, "mmm... oh! Please read the packaging. I want pads with wings, Aemond, with wings."

"Right. Copy, copy. With wings."

I pull my shorts up and flush the toilet, "thank you, love."

"Mmm. Love you. Bye."

"Bye, love. I love you."

The call ends and I wrap my used napkin in the wrapper of my new pad, rolling it up, and throwing it out. I grab my phone and walk back to my bed.

I huff and get under the sheets, petting the black cat asleep on top of it. Vhagar wags her tail once and I grab my laptop, continuing my binge session.

I wince when I feel a dull pain in my uterus. I pause my show and lean into my pillow, riding out the discomfort.

I moan and begin to heave. My eye twitches at the stabbing sensation. I slowly get out of bed, annoyed by the gush of blood I feel when I move. I make my way to my kitchen and grip on the counter as I prepare a kettle for some tea.

"Stop hating me cause I'm not pregnant," I hiss at my uterus as the pain continues.

I push my weight onto the counter top as I reach for a mug and a tea bag. I huff and screw my eyes. Once the pain subsides enough, I grab my kettle and turn, putting it on the stove. Once the fire is lit, I turn back to grab my mug and place the tea bag in my mug.

Suddenly, the room is thick, the atmosphere is heavy, and there is an inexplicable feeling of dread in my stomach. I feel my body warm and the hairs at the back of my neck raise, and it was not because of my period.

"Iksis ziry iā rūs jaelā?" Is it a baby you want?

I gasp and snap back, pulling my mug to my chest. My eyes widen and my heart leaps into my throat as I behold a towering figure covered in blood. Its body is barely contained in the room; its long neck coils downward to peer at me and its wings are cramped together behind itself. It's as though all the blood in my body drains.

The dragon-like creature chuckles deeply, his golden eyes sparkle, "gaoman jorrāelagon se yknagon hen zūgagon," I do love the smell of fear. It reaches out and delicately scratches its talons on my neck, "but I would not frighten you to death before completing our pact, devoted."

My body is frozen cold in fear as he pulls away. Slowly, its body morphs into a man. The reptilian features and glistening scales where replaced by long, silver hair and plump, smirking lips, all still drenched in blood. His expression mischievous and expectant.

"Ask of me, and see the beauty in thine blood offering to Daemon, The Rogue Prince."

Through barely a breath, in the most strained of voices, I mutter, "w h a t ?"

A rich chuckle bubbles out of his curved lips, "oh, I do loathe the coy and simple-minded. If you wish to amuse me, flatter me. Do not play dumb."

I slowly try to maneuver away from him, "I-" I whisper under sharp breaths, "I don't know what you mean-"

In a rush of either confidence or lunacy, I sprint away from him and run back into the bedroom. I scream and halt in my spot when I collide with the same being's chest.

I feel blood stick to me as I recoil and drop to the floor at the impact. The creature looks down on me and lifts his chin, "what's that then?"

Daemon points to the floor, causing me to look and see nothing but the panels.

Just then, Vhagar awakes and begins to go feral. She hisses loudly at the man, and I scramble to my feet, trying to get to her and calm her down, fearing he blood bathed being would kill her.

Remarkably, it seems I should actually do the opposite as the demon is deterred by Vhagar. He steps back and lowers his gaze. He chuckles dryly as I jump on the bed, going behind Vhagar.

"What is this trickery?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

He scoffs and I swear his eyes are set ablaze, "I am bound by my sigil, woman, and I smell the blood on it."

My face morphs into bewilderment, "I DID NOT MAKE A BLOOD SACRIFICE-"

"Where is your summoning circle then!" he demands.

Vhagar hisses at his tone, her fur prickling as Daemon steps forward. He stills and draws in a deep breath. I swear his eyes go red for a second.

He points again, this time at me, "your legs."

My eyes widen preternaturally.

"My blood altar is between your thighs."

Meanwhile, Aemond was on the bus when he received a call.

He picks it up, "hel-"

"THERE'S A-" he pulls his phone away from his ear, "-DEMON IN OUR HOME! AEMOND-"

Aemond knits his brows tightly in concern at the sound of sobbing. He pulls his groceries closer to his chest, "honey, what do me--"

"THERE'S A DEMON IN OUR- VHAGAR NO--"

Aemond's heart drops at the sound of the commotion from the other end of the call. He hears cat yowling and objects crashing. He stiffens and speaks as calmly as possible, "I'm coming home. I'm almost there. Can you hear me, I-" the call ends.

By the time he gets home, his defenses are up. The ruckus from the inside is audible from outside the apartment. He holds his groceries in one hand and opens the door, warily entering. He grabs the long purple umbrella by the rack and closes the door soundlessly. He stalks inside, clenching his jaw at the sudden silence.

He surveys the place and sees the mess, yet no soul was present. He places the groceries on the kitchen top and creeps into the bedroom.

The door was already open, but, still, there was no one.

He freezes when Vhagar hisses. He lifts his gaze upon the black, senior cat sat at the top of the closet, looking into space with her fur raised.

"Aemond?!"

Aemond lowers his gaze.

"NO, DON'T HURT HIM!" I scream from inside the closet.

Aemond grips the umbrella and looks around the room. Vhagar hisses again.

He looks at his cat then the closet door.

"AEMOND- NO-- I'M PULLING YOU IN-"

Without another word, I leap out of the closet and grab Aemond, yanking him inside. I immediately shut the doors and begin to hyperventilate.

"What's happening? What's going on?" he asks, clutching my cheeks.

I whine and grip his wrists in distress. I whisper, "Vhagar's keeping us safe."

Aemond's nostrils flare, "what's happening? What's wrong?"

I shake my head and shudder, "there's a demon--"

"You know I can hear you right?"

I squeal, making Aemond tense and tighten his grip on me. I hear Vhagar hiss from above the closet.

Without much thought, Aemond pushes the doors open and holds his umbrella like a weapon.

I scream and pull him back when I hear sinister laughtera, "AEMOND, NO!"

Aemond claims an offensive stance, ready to bat his umbrella at whomever was in front of him, and yet there was no one. My breath hitches as I anticipate Daemon to jump us both, but he doesn't.

With furrowed brows, the man looks over to me, "baby, there's no o-"

Aemond yelps as I rush out of the closet and drag him out of the bedroom with me. We make our way to the kitchen, and I immediately rummage through the groceries, grabbing the pack of pads.

"Honey, what was it exactly that you-" Aemond cuts himself off as he watches me run out of the room, heading to the bathroom.

Immediately, I pull my shorts down and replace my bloody pad. I stare at the menstrual blood on the white napkin, realizing only now that there was, in fact, a sigil of a three headed dragon on the surface.

"There is it."

I scream. I look up at the bloody Daemon staring back at me, smirking with crossed arms.

I hear Aemond run towards the bathroom door. He calls out my name in concern.

I rip my used napkin off my underwear and chuck it to the demon. I scream once more when he manifests beside me, avoiding my assault.

"Unsanitary," Daemon clicks his tongue.

Aemond bangs on the door, "what's going on? Do you need any help?"

I sidestep away from Daemon and hurriedly replace my pad.

Aemond calls out my name as he knocks.

Daemon turns to the door, lips curling in annoyance, "I will slay him if he enters."

My eyes widen. It was only then I realized there was a sword hanging upon his hip. I feel sick.

Aemonds sounds agitated, "I'm coming insi-"

"NO!" I rip my pants up and run to the door. I shove Aemond back the moment I can. I squeeze myself out of the small opening and I push him back until he finally repels me and grabs my arms. Aemond and I are in the kitchen by then.

He calls out my name and grabs my cheeks. His face is marked by worry.

I panic, "wait, where's Vhagar?"

"She's probably just-"

"DID HE KILL VHAGAR-"

"Look at me!"

I stare at him with wide, watery eyes. I whimper through a broken voice, "Vhagar was the only thing keeping me safe."

"From the demon?" Aemond asks carefully, swiping my tears with his thumbs.

"Please-" I choke out, "-believe me, I-"

"I believe you, darling," he strokes my hair. He pulls away and grabs the salt jar on the counter. He shows me the container before pouring some in his hand.

I raise my brows as he presents me the salt in his cupped palm.

Aemond speaks calmly, "if I see that fucker, I'll-"

"You'll what?"

Aemond shrieks and chucks the salt behind me. In the same terrified manner, I squeal and run behind Aemond.

The demon groans, "ao doru-borto qogralbar!" You stupid fuck!

Aemond pushes me behind him as he watches the blood covered man rub his eyes. He almost, out of instinct, chucked the whole jar at him, but he was glad he didn't. He pours a salt circle on the floor.

Aemond pulls me into his chest and begins to chant, "qrīdrughagon lēda ao!" Away with you!

Daemon looks up at us with a furious expression. His rage is quelled but when he sees the ground which we stood. His red eyes widen as he looks up at me, as if in disbelief of what he was seeing.

I tug on Aemond's shirt with agitation, "is this circle gonna keep us-"

"QRĪDRUGHAGON LĒDA AO!" Aemond shouts.

Daemon's eye twitches, "who is this imbecile you seek refuge in?"

"Don't answer it! Don't give him my name," Aemond says as he fishes something in his pocket.

"You act as though I know not your name is Aemond, imbecile."

"Aemond, I really think we-"

"Ignore him," says Aemond as he pulls out his phone.

Daemon chuckles darkly, "oh... how sweet you think such a thing is possible.

I cling tightly onto Aemond as he pulls out his phone. I whimper, "is now really the time?!"

"I'm calling Aegon," Aemond replies, placing his phone to his ear.

"What?!"

"He knows how to do an exorcism."

"?!?!?"

"You dare," Daemon yells, "think that I-"

"He was recruited in a cult once."

"-would be easily cast out by m-"

"QRĪDRUGHAGON LĒDA AO!"

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mykoreanlove · 10 months ago

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my only one

Your engagement party was a full blast - the pittoreske venue was filled with the people you loved most. Everybody was dancing, drinking and celebrating your upcoming wedding.

You had been shaking firm hands and giving out heartfelt hugs all night long, so you snuck out onto the balcony to take a break.

The balcony was covered in golden fairy lights, slightly illuminating the breathtaking view in front of you.

You didn’t turn around as you noticed the door open, you had a gut feeling who it would be.

Strong arms hugged you from behind and a raspy voice whispered in your ear - your home had found you.

„Hey“, he whispered, „you okay?“

You nodded silently and grabbed his arm, squeezing lightly.

„Am now“, you smiled.

Namjoon chuckled and hid his face in the crook of your neck, resting silently for a moment or two.

„You know… you can still say no.“, he stated nervously.

You laughed out loud, filling his ear with the vibration of your amusement.

„Now why would I do that?“

Namjoon hugged you even tighter, merging into one once more.

„So you really mean it, huh?“

„Joon, you’re stuck with me. Forever.“

„Forever? Really?“

„Yes, you dumbass, forever. Were you really doubting?“

He let out a deep sigh, as if he was finally releasing the anxiety he carried in his heart.

„It’s just that sometimes I feel like this is too good to be true. You’re too good to be true, y/n.“

You pushed his head back gently and turned around, looking up into his saddened eyes.

„Listen up, big boy. I love you and you love me. It’s supposed to feel this good.“

You saw his cheeks redden, as he averted his gaze embarrassed. You reached for his big hands and squeezed them as tightly as you could.

„I’m not running away, Joon. I know you are the one for me.“

He turned to face you and smiled warmly.

„The one?“

Namjoon was a confident man, taking extreme pride in his talents and intellect but the slightest doubt could turn him into an anxious mess. Especially if the doubt was about you.

You nodded cheerfully, while making your point.

„When did you realize?“

„Pretty early on“, you said and turned around again, observing the beautiful landscape in front of you.

„Hey, wait. Tell me when! Please, y/n“, he whined into your ear as his arms found your waist again.

You let your head fall back against his broad chest and smiled, remembering those days fondly.

„Do you remember when we first met? How we used to be?“

He nodded.

„We were inseparable back then, always hanging out with each other or calling or texting. It felt like we were obsessed with getting to know each other“, you mused happily.

„That didn’t change“, he said as he left soft kisses on your neck.

„One time when we were on the phone we had a conversation that sealed the deal for me. From then on I just knew that I would marry you some day.“

„What did I say, baby?“

„Oh god, I can actually quote it. How lame am I?“, you laughed embarrassed.

„The lamest. But I love you for that“, he chuckled against your skin. „Now tell me.“

„You said you were proud of me. It was super random and I didn’t understand why. I had to ask for clarification.“, you reminisced.

„Wait, I remember that call.“

You stayed silent for a second, replaying the situation in your mind.

„I am proud of you because you’re doing so great, y/n. Eating your veggies. Drinking your water. Taking your vitamins. Going for walks. Taking care of your mind. Staying positive. That deserves all my proud, y/n.“, you quoted him.

Namjoon stood quietly behind you, already knowing where this was going.

„I didn’t tell you at the time but I was facing a lot of shit. A lot of heavy stuff that made my life a living hell. And I was not doing fine. At all. Taking care of myself, even the simplest things, were a heavy burden to me. But I was trying my best and yet somehow you caught that.“

You turned around once more and looked into his loving eyes, stroking his cheek as you exclaimed your love for him.

„You didn’t need me to articulate my pain. You just knew. It’s like you saw right through me and decided to stay anyway. To give me my time to come to you instead of pressuring me into telling you.“

Namjoon‘s eyes were filled with tears as he listened closely, this was the first time you ever spoke about it that candidly.

„You sensed the war within me and provided me with peace. To me, Joonie, there’s no greater act of love. And I promise to return that love every single day. If you let me.“

Namjoon wiped away the tears hastily, but you stopped him.

You reached up to him and kissed him, tasting his salty tears on his sweet lips. In this moment you were sure that this wouldn’t be the last time for salty kisses but you didn’t mind. As long as you got him by your side, you were good.

Your Joon. Your home. Your only one.

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cranberrv · 11 months ago

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fic with dally teaching the reader how to drive?

never let me go

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which you and dallas go for a drive

( not proofread , swearing, lowercase intended )

when you were with dallas, you felt free. he was so reckless, so hardcore, and completely bananas. you loved to tag along on his stupid adventures, and now, your new outing is to check on ponyboy and johnny at the church that they’re hiding out in.

“you know how to drive, doll?” he asks you after picking you up, tossing you the keys. “buck won’t let me drive this beauty, but he trusts you.”

you laugh. “well he’s stupid to trust me, because i can’t drive.”

“you’re kiddin’,” he can’t hold his dumb smirk back. the endearing smirk that he gives you whenever he’s about to do something you won’t like. “c’mon, try it then, sweetie.”

“no way, dal,” you shake your head, but he’s already taken your spot in the passengers seat. “i’ll kill you, i’ll crash the car or something, i dunno-“

“i trust ya, stop freakin’ out,” he interuppts, dismissive of your worries. “i’ll teach ya how to work everythin’.”

you debate, but nod and sit in the drivers seat. gosh, it really was more intimidating up there.

“it’s pretty simple, hun,” he starts out. “pedal to your left is your clutch, it’ll make the car drive, pedal in your middle is your break, and pedal to your right is gas. you’d be stupid to not figure it out.” he looks back at you after showing you the pedals, and see’s your expression. “no, no, no, don’t give me that look. you’ll be fine. i’ll hold the wheel for ya.”

he directs you further, and eventually, you get the car going. his left hand is on yours, holding the wheel from the passengers side, helping you keep the car steady.

dallas puts in an elvis cd, and the music echoes throughout tulsa. “finally don’t gotta listen to your shit music,” he teases.

you smile and roll your eyes. “oh shut it, dal, i know you secretly like lesley gore.”

“‘sunshine and lollipops’ is the worst song i’ve ever heard. i’d rather you crash the car than to listen to that fuckin’ mess.”

“you’re mean,” you tease back, and he laughs.

“alright, that’s it, i’m lettin’ go of the wheel. i’m letting you kill us.”

“no, no, no,” you insist. “don’t let go.”

“my arm is cramping, doll,”

“don’t care. never let me go.”

he smiles, and holds your hand a little tighter. the summer breeze is coating the entire convertible in its warmth, your hair is waving in the wind, and dallas is just watching you drive, the focus in your eyes unmatched.

you reach a red light, and finally get a short break to relax. you turn to dallas. “i dunno how you drive everywhere, dal, this is stressful.”

“baby, you’re doin’ just fine.” he assures. “haven’t even run over anything yet, that’s somethin’, huh?”

“i don’t wanna kill us, dal.”

he laughs at that. “i’d hope so.” he takes a drag of his cigarette, then looks around at everything. you’re out of tulsa, out of the city. “i ain’t never been to the country before.”

“really? it’s nice, huh? all the trees and fields and stuff.”

“it looks fuckin’ boring. nothin’ to do around here, does everyone just play checkers or somethin’?”

“you’re such a downer,” you joke. you look up, and realize the light has just turned green. “oh- dal, which one is the clutch, again?”

“you’re a dumbass.” is all he says.

“dal!” you insist, and he puts his hand up in fake surrender. “i mean it, i’m keeping these cars waiting.”

“it’s your far left, doll.” he finally tells you, and you thank him, and then start driving.

you continue driving to meet the boys, and the country scenery is engulfing the both of you. fields on farmland, apple orchards, small, sweet towns, everything was so wholesome and welcoming.

you feel free, like the world is just yours and dally’s. you were born to live this moment, to drive through the countryside in your red convertible, the sun hitting your faces so perfectly that it feels like a coming-of-age movie. you feel golden.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #dally winston #dallas #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston fluff #dallas winston x reader #dally winston fluff

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chbvalentine · 29 days ago

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Hello here my time has come !!! May I have a Jason grace x reader when the reader is a bit intimidated by the praetor golden boy blah blah blah of Rome (even if the boys is a teddy bear disguise in person) and he saw her with a plushie animal and he is like awwww and she is embarrassed.

Please 🙏

hi omg this is so cute i loved writing this!

jason grace x reader blurb

you grumbled as the knocks on your cabin door grew louder, waking you up from your (much needed) beauty sleep. how could someone be so inconsiderate?! it was probably like, 6 am. ish. maybe. well, actually it was 8:30. but still!

“coming!” you shouted with an eye roll, angrily rising from your cozy sheets that seemed to weigh tons. all you wanted was a few hours of sleep without being interrupted, and yet here you were. with one last breath, you opened the door, and your eyes went wide.

you immediately fixed your poor posture, trying to seem as presentable as possible, even in your pjs and with an extreme case of bedhead. in front of you was jason grace, the 6 foot tall, ripped ex-praetor, looking pristine and intimidating as always. you had never actually talked to him despite your mutual friends, at least nothing more than some awkward small talk. but he came from the strict camp jupiter, so he didn’t exactly radiate friendliness.

“hey!” you nervously exclaimed, trying to pretend you weren’t just huffing and puffing like a toddler because someone woke you up. “what’s up?”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he started.

yeah, okay, jason. sure you didn’t.

“chiron just asked— is that a.. stuffed animal?” the blonde boy continued, and you snapped your head down with confusion. in your arms was a fluffy snoopy plushie that you were unknowingly clutching onto while talking to freaking jason grace of all people!

“oh— oh my gods, i’m so sorry, i didn’t-” you stuttered, throwing the stuffed animal back onto your bed, the embarrassment creeping up your neck and flushing your face. curse the stupid gods. it’s like they wanted you to suffer.

and then he started laughing. the giant, menacing, golden boy of camp started laughing. but it wasn’t really at you as much as it was with you. a giggle escaped your lips, even through the extreme embarrassment.

“no, seriously, it’s fine. it’s cute, actually,” jason replied through laughter, although it slowly died down as he finished his sentence.

did he just call you cute? what in the world was happening?!

you just smiled in response, not trusting yourself to say anything without sounding like a dumbass. thankfully, he resumed with what he was saying originally. “anyways, chiron said he wanted to talk to you.”

“uh, okay, yeah. i’ll be there in a minute.”

“mkay. maybe refrain from bringing any other stuffed animals this time though.”

#jason grace x y/n #jason grace headcanon #jason grace x you #jason grace imagine #jason grace pjo #jason grace #jason grace drabble #drabble #blurb #chbvalentine #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo

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callsign-dexter · 6 months ago

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From Fear to Forever

Request: Ok sweetheart 😘 what would you think of a Rooster imagine where you cover up to fly with Bob instead of Natasha that day the plane crashes and Rooster sits on the radio, being on the edge as he doesn't know if you're okay or not and he fears he'll lose you just like his dad. As soon as Mav tells him that you're mostly okay and staying at the hospital, he's crying with relief and hugs Mav and he forgives him as he realizes he doesn't want to lose more people. Then you both come to the hospital and Rooster is all spoiling you and making sure you're okay and as he thinks you're asleep, he tells how that he loves you, but you can hear him, so you both finally confess your feelings and the rest of the team watches as smiles from outside 🤭

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Seresin!Twin Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cussing, inaccurate medical talk, inaccurate Navy talk

Masterlist

A/N: thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting this and I'm so so sorry it took forever. I just needed a break to collect myself and convince myself that I shouldn't just give up and delete this account.

You, Y/N ‘Storm’ Seresin, never thought you would be back here. Where you may ask? Well, none other than Top Gun. Your home away from home. You first went through it with your twin brother Jake Seresin, yes that is your brother, and your backseater Mark ‘Shadow’ Newman. He was your best friend, literally you both went through the academy together and pilot school, where you met Bradley Bradshaw and fell in love but he would never love you or so you thought, then Top Gun. Mark was also married to a beautiful wife, who is your friend, and they have 2 adorable boys together that look just like their father.

Currently the both of you were hanging out at The Hard Deck with your brother and Javy waiting for the others. “So, Storm, how is it to be siblings with Hangman?” Javy asked, sliding up to you.

“Not as bad as you think. He has his moments but he can be a Golden Retriever.” You said smirking as Jake shot you a look.

“Hey don't be going around telling all my secrets. I have a reputation to uphold.” He said and laughed.

“You sure do ‘Mister I Have a Different Girl Every Night’.” You said and smirked but then eyes widening when you saw him coming over to you. You were quick to dive behind Mark.

“Oh, you're so getting it, Sis. Just you wait. You may be safe now but you better watch it.” He said and you knew it was a wholehearted threat and it made you burst out laughing which caused them to do so too.

“And that there is sibling love.” Mark said, chuckling and taking a drink of his drink while you stepped out from behind him. Jake chuckled and brought you into his arms and hugged you and you hugged back.

“Such a good little sister.” He said and you smacked him and pushed out of his arms.

“Hey we are twins, same age dumbass.” You pointed out he only did it because he knew it got on your nerves. The banter went on for another few minutes until Javy had pulled Jake over to play darts and you went with Mark to sit and watch. “When are the others getting here?” You asked.

“Should be any minute now.” Mark said “Why are you hoping to see Rooster?” He smirked and nudged you and you pushed him but it didn't budge him.

“No…” You said and he looked at you and you rolled your eyes “Fine yes.” You said.

“I don't see why you don't just admit your feelings for him.” Mark said casually while taking a drink of his beer.

“He doesn't see me like that.” You said trying not to sound heartbroken.

“How would you know if you don't tell?” He asked and you shook your head.

“I don't want to deal with the heartbreak.” You said and he nodded.

“I get it, I do.” He said and he truly did get it. It took him almost a year to ask Melissa, his now wife, to go on a date with him and then confess his feelings. Melissa had been your friend since high school and she just happened to be going to a college near the Naval Academy and the two of you reconnected.

“Storm!” A familiar voice called out and you turned towards the direction and saw none other than Natasha 'Phoenix’ Trace.

“Phoenix!” You shouted back and went to her and hugged her tightly and she did the same.

“Finally, another female.” She said and you laughed as Callie ‘Halo’ Bassett came up as well.

“We thought we would have to go through this with all of the testosterone alone.” Callie said

“Even if I wasn't here, you two would have each other.” You said and they shook their heads.

“Wouldn't be the same.” Natasha said and you chuckled.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I'll be right back.” You told her and she nodded and you disappeared into the bathroom missing the little back and forth between your brother and Natasha. You hadn't seen Bradley yet and that upset you slightly. After pilot school you both stayed in contact with one another. “Stop getting your hopes up. He may not be coming.” You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror washing your hands after using the bathroom. You sighed and walked towards the door and out of it and stopped in your tracks as you saw a Hawaiian shirt walk through the front door there, he was Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. You hear Natasha call out to him and watch him walk over to the pool table and watch how she whacked him in the stomach. He grunted and patted her on the arm. You watched as he bickered with your brother. You watched the interaction they had with Bob Floyd, another friend of yours plus you and Mark were stationed with him. You don't know how long you were staring until Mark saw you and frowned and he walked over to you.

“You alright?” He asked and you quickly glanced at him and back to Bradley as he walked over to the jukebox.

“Yea I think so.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea I'm good.” You said as the music stopped playing and he sat down on the piano.

“Go talk to him.” He said and you looked at him and he nodded his head. You sighed and started to walk over there just as the familiar tune started. Just as you reached him a tag chaser popped up beside him and started to be all lovey dovey to him and that made tears pop into your eyes and you didn't know why it wasn't like you were with him. What hurt the worst was he smiled up at her. You abandoned your mission and walked out. Jake was quick to notice and grabbed his beer and followed you out. You missed how Bradley looked at you longingly and with a twinge of sadness in his eye. You walked out and down the steps heading to your car, you couldn't be here.

“Y/N.” Jake said your brother's voice rang out. You ignored him. “Lt. Y/N Seresin.” He said in a more authoritative tone using your rank because he knew you would stop and you did.

“Nice one.” You said as you turned to him “What do you want?” you asked voice laced with emotion.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you looked at him and shook your head.

“No.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a brotherly hug and you let tears fall.

“He's an idiot, you know that.” He said and you knew who he was referring to.

“I'm stupid to ever let those feelings come up.” You whispered

“No, you're not, Sis. It's normal. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea, ok. I think I'm just going to go home.” You said

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded.

“I want to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow.” You said and the both of you knew that was a lie, you were going to go home shower and cry your eyes out. Jake has been there way too many times comforting you.

“I'll check in on you later. Ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ok. I love you.” You said into his chest.

“I love you too, Sis. Text me when you're home. I'll take care of your tab.” He said

“Thank you.” You said as you pulled away and tears ran down your face and he was quick to wipe them away with his thumbs as he held your head in his hands. Beer bottle sitting on what happened to be his truck's tailgate.

“That's what brothers are for. Now no more crying.” He said and you cracked a smile and he kissed your forehead. “Get home safely.” He said as he pulled away and you nodded. You got into your Jeep right beside his truck and he watched you back up. You waved at him and he waved back. You pulled out and as you were out of sight, he went back inside just in time for him to help throw someone out, who just happened to be their instructor, and then Bradley started to sing and play. Jake sat back and watched while drinking his beer. After the song was over Bradley plugged the jukebox in. As the music began to play, he walked over to Jake.

“Where's Y/N? I saw her walk out. She seemed upset.” Bradley asked and frowned.

“She has gone home. She was upset.” Jake said and Bradley frowned.

“Why? Everything ok?” He asked

“Maybe you should ask her tomorrow.” Jake said “A little advice. Nobody messes with my sister and gets away with it.” He added and walked off leaving Bradley confused.

“Bradley, where did you run off to?” A young blonde headed girl that was all over him. The one he tried to let down easily.

“That's none of your business.” He said “It would be best if you left.” He added and she made a face.

“Fine.” She said and turned around and stomped off. Bradley sighed he really wished you were here but it looked like he fucked it up once again. He couldn't wait for this night to end.

When you finally made home and parked and let the tears fall. Why were you like this? It's not like the two of you were dating. You sighed and got out making sure you locked the door after you shut it. You walked into your rented house and unlocked the door and walked in while turning on the lights and making sure to lock the door. You got your phone out and pulled up Jake's number.

I'm home.

Jakester- Good. Glad you're safe. Want me to come over later?

No, I'm good thanks though.

Jakester- Rooster asked about you.

He did?

Jakester- Yup I told him to fuck off.

Jake.

Jakester- Just kidding, told him you went home. I wanted to tell him to fuck off though.

Love you. Thanks for looking out for me.

Jakester- Anytime. Love you too.

You didn't text him back after that because you didn't want to clog up the night, not that he would've minded. He would do anything for you with just one phone call or text. The rest of the night was spent pitying yourself and getting ready for tomorrow. Your roommate, who just happened to be Bob, walked in maybe an hour after you. You turned to look at him. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Is it stupid of me to get caught up on someone that probably doesn't even like me back?” You asked as he moved to sit down on the couch and you cuddled into him.

“No.” He shook his head “It's not. Maybe he does like you back. Ever think of that?” He asked.

“Yea right. He just sees me like one of the guys.” You said

“Oh, Stormy. If you only saw the way he looked when you took off and when Jake talked to him about you.” He said using a nickname only certain people were allowed to use.

“I just want to get to sleep and get tonight behind me.” You said and he nodded as you got up and he helped you some.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be tough.” He said and you nodded.

“Goodnight Bob.” You said and he smiled.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said and then you disappeared and got ready for bed. Once ready you slipped under the covers and fell right to sleep.

The next morning you were up bright and early ready for the day and ready to face Bradley. You were just getting your coffee when Bob walked in. “Hey I'm gonna head in early.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I won't be too far behind you.” He said and you nodded and then you were grabbing your keys and heading out the door. When you got to your Jeep you sighed as you got in and sat there for a second.

“Let's get this over with.” You said as you turned the ignition and headed towards base. Once you got to base you parked beside your brother's truck and turned the Jeep off and got out. As you were getting out a familiar blue Bronco was pulling up and parking beside you. It parked and the owner got out. “Bradley.” You said and he smiled and turned towards you.

“Y/N.” He said “I missed seeing you at The Hard Deck. I was hoping I would.” He said and you hummed.

“I'm sure you missed me. It looked like you had nice company.” You said as the two of you began walking.

“I didn’t go home with her.” He said

“I find that hard to believe.” You said as you walked towards where the class would be held.

“Why don’t you believe me?” He asked

“Maybe because I find it hard to trust you after you ghosted me.” You said finally stopping and looking at him and his face was unreadable and you scuffed and walked to the front where your brother sat.

“Everything ok?” He asked

“Perfect.” You said and sat down and waited for class to start. When your instructor, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, was introduced and you looked back and saw your brother’s face you knew something happened. “What did you do?” You whispered angrily.

“I’ll tell you later.” He whispered and you glared at him but turned around and class began. Each pilot went up and showed what they got. It was time for your and Mark’s turn going up with Jake.

“Everything is looking good.” Mark said without you even asking him as you flew next to Jake.

“So, Jakester,” You began and he rolled his eyes annoyed at the nickname but he only let you use it. “What the hell did you do?” You asked.

“I threw him out of The Hard Deck.” He said

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re an idiot.” You said

“I didn’t know he would be our instructor.” He defended

“Shadow, did you know about this?” You asked

“No, I left before anything drastic took place.” He said

“Enough chit chat guys, fight is on.” Maverick said out of nowhere.

“Here we go.” You said

“We got this.” Mark said

“Do you see him anywhere?” Jake asked

“Negative.” You said

“I got him on the radar.” Mark said and then he was zooming past you guys “And there he goes.” He added.

“Alright let's go.” You said “Hangman, break right. I'll break left.” You said

“You got it, Storm.” Jake said and you both did as you said and that got a reaction out of Maverick.

“Interesting tactic. How are you going to cover each other?” He asked as he was getting tone behind Jake and he was doing well shaking him off.

“You know what brothers and sisters do for each other?” You asked Maverick.

“What would that be, Storm?” He asked and Mark smirked.

“Look after each other.” You said and suddenly you were behind him getting tone.

“Gottcha ya.” Jake and you said at the same time.

“Damn that was a good one. You two work well together.” He said and you smirked “Head back to ground.” He said and you both did and when you landed Jake was already there waiting for you.

“Good job, Sis. That move never fails.” Jake said as your canopy opened.

“You got that right. Nobody can beat the power of siblings.” Mark said and you smirked.

“Damn right.” You said and the three of you did post-checks and headed inside of the building. Everyone was excited that you actually took Maverick out and you smiled and chuckled. Your eyes looked around the room and found Bradley’s. He was staring at you and you decided that you needed to talk to him. You looked at Mark and he nodded and you went.

“Good job.” He said

“Thank you.” You said

“I’ve never seen Hangman actually not leave someone.” He said

“Well, siblings have to stick together.” You said

“Hey, look I’m sorry for ghosting you. I truly didn’t take that girl home, I sent her away after talking to your brother. I-” He started but you cut him off before he could say anything else.

“I believe you.” You said

“You do?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said and then his name was being called along with someone else’s and he hurried off not wanting to get into trouble and you understood. You were left standing there until Bob came over.

“Everything ok?” He asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I think so.” You said and he smiled.

“Good job by the way.” He said

“Thank you.” You replied

“I’m gonna go and listen, you coming?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I need a minute alone.” You said and he nodded and left with a pat on your shoulder. Bradley apologized for ghosting you but it wasn’t enough you needed an explanation. You hoped you got one but for now you needed to focus on this mission.

You had been so focused on the mission that you didn't really speak to Bradley and each time you tried or he tried you or he were being called away. It seemed like you never were going to get a chance until one morning you got to base extra early and decided to hang around and go over some maneuvers. You were so into thought you didn't hear another person come in. “Think too hard and your head might explode.” The voice said and it made you jump. You turned to see who it was and it was Bradley.

“Shit, you fucking scared me.” You said putting a hand over your heart to try and settle it.

“Sorry.” He said and you waved him off.

“What are you doing here so early?” You asked

“Well, I know you like to get up early and go over everything you learned. So, I took a chance to come here to find you.” He said and you nodded. “I also couldn't sleep.” He said.

“There is the real reason.” You said and he shook his head.

“No, they're both the reason.” He said and then it went into silence.

“I'm sorry.” You both started.

“You go first.” You said

“I'm sorry for everything I put you through. All the stress, the ghosting, the making you think that I was with someone else, and everything in general. It was not my intent to do that to you and my dad and mom would kill me if they knew I hurt such a beautiful girl.” He said and you blushed and looked down.

“You think I'm beautiful? I wear what everyone else wears and my hair is always up.” You said

“Yea you're beautiful I would even say gorgeous. Yes, you wear what everyone else does and have your hair up but I've also seen you out of uniform and hair down. Remember?” He asked and you nodded.

“I do.” You said recalling the many nights that you and he had late night study sessions for pilot school. “My turn if you're done.” You said and he nodded as he sat down beside you and you turned to him. “I'm sorry for being so short and mad at you earlier. I just got jealous seeing you with someone and I know I shouldn't we're not together and will probably never be together, you'll only see me as a sister. I'm rambling. Anyways I'm sorry for everything too.” You said.

“It's-” He started but got cut off by people walking in and the both of you stood up. Bob came over with Maverick.

“Good you're here.” Maverick began “Phoenix is out sick and Shadow had a family emergency.” He said and your eyes widened “So I'm pairing you and Bob up for this run through.” He said “I hope that is ok.” He added and you both nodded.

“That's absolutely fine, Sir.” You and Bob said at the same time.

“Good. We'll start here in a few minutes.” He said and then walked off and you immediately pulled out your phone.

Mav told me you had a family emergency. Everyone ok?

Mark: Grayson got really sick with throwing up and a really high fever in the middle of the night and we had to bring him to the hospital. They have him on fluids and some Tylenol IV. He's sleeping right now.

Poor guy. Let me know if you all need anything, please. I hate that he's not feeling good. How's Max taking it?

Mark: I promise I will but you need to focus on the mission. Max is not well. He hates that his brother is sick.

I hate that. Tell them I love them and will be thinking about them.

Mark: I will now go and kick some ass.

You got it!

You chuckled and put your phone away. “Everything ok?” Bob asked and you nodded.

“Grayson is sick like in the hospital.” You said

“Damn. I hate that for them.” Bradley said and then the others started to file in. You quickly took your place next to your brother as Maverick began talking and telling them what was going on. Soon after everyone was crowding in the rec room to wait. Several groups went up before it was yours, Bob's, Javy's turn. As you were walking out the door Bradley stopped you “Hey good look out there.” He said and you nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. I'll see you on the ground.” You said and then you were heading off with Bob to your jet. If only you knew what this practice run would bring.

“Just like old times?” Bob asked as you both arrived at the jet.

“Just like old times.” You said back at your base you flew with Bob while Mark was out and you were the one that did the flying while he was training. You both got in the jet and began to head towards the runway. When you got there you stopped and watched as Javy took off and once, he was far enough away you spoke to the air traffic control tower. “Air Traffic Control, this is Storm ready to take off.” You said.

“Copy that Storm, the air is clear and the sky is yours. You can take off.” They said

“Thank you, Air Traffic Control.” You said and then started speeding down the runway. You finally were up in the air and caught up with Javy.

“Alright let's do this.” Javy said and so began the practice run.

“Talk to me, Bob.” You said

“We’re twelve seconds late on target. We gotta move, we gotta move.” Bob says

“Copy try to stay with me.” Javy says agitated radar beeps.

“Huh? Wait, who’s that?” Bob asks

“Blue team, you are spotted.” Maverick said

“Shit, it’s Maverick. What the hell is he doing here?” Javy said

“What the hell is he doing here?” You ask

“I’m a bandit on course to intercept. Blue team, what are you gonna do?” Maverick said

“20 miles left, ten o’clock. He’s coming fast. 700 knots closure.” Bob confirmed

“Your call what do you want to do?” Javy asks the pair of you.

“Continue. We’re close. Stay on target.” You said

“He’s swinging around to the north. Bob said

“Stand by for pop-up.” Javy said

“Be ready with that laser, Bob.” You said

“Copy, I’m on it.” He says as reaches for a button/knob, constantly working.

Meanwhile back in the rec room everyone listens on the edge of their seats. “Come on Storm. You got this.” Bradley says to mostly himself.

“She’s a hell of a pilot. She has this in the bag.” Jake said “You know she loves you right?” Jake asks and Bradley nodded.

“I love her too.” He said

“Don’t hurt her or I will shoot you down.” Jake warned

“I won’t. I promise.” He said and Jake nodded and then they heard Maverick’s voice on the radio.

“Blue team, bandit is still closing.” Maverick said

“Popping now.” Javy said as he does so and you follow. All three of you grunting trying to catch your breath.

“Talk to me, Bob. Where’s Maverick?” Javy asks

“He’s five miles out. He’s coming fast.” Bob replies

“Target in sight.” You said

“Where’s my laser, Bob?” Javy asks

“Dead eye! Dead eye! It’s no good. Sorry, I can’t get a lock.” Bob said

“We’re out of time. I’m dropping blind.” Javy said and dropped the bomb. “Damn it, missed!” He added as the both of you pulled up.

“That’s tone.” Maverick said as he toned you and Bob.

“Maverick has got a missile lock on us.” Bob said

“Shit! We’re dead.” You said

“Blue team. That is a fail.” Maverick said and you pull away. “Level out Coyote.” He said as you watched in horror as he didn't do so and that scared you, you knew anything could happen but you never thought it would. “Coyote, copy.” You heard Maverick say. “Coyote, come in. Coyote, level wings.” You hear Maverick shout frantically “Oh my gosh he is in g-loc.” He said and he kept saying his name but his jet kept falling.

“He’s going to burn in.” You say worriedly.

“I’m going after him.” Maverick said as you watched his jet jerk away and towards your friend. “Come on. Give me tone, give me tone, give me tone.” He said as he got a target lock on him “Snap out of it, coyote. Come on! Come on! Come on, Coyote, come on. Come on! Damn it! Coyote! Coyote!” Maverick shouts frantically. Finally, he seemed to snap out of it and popped up at the last second and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Coyote, you, okay? You, okay?” He asks

“I’m okay. I’m good.” He says breath heavy.

“Good. Good. That’s enough for today.” Maverick said as you pulled up next to him.

“That was close.” You say with a shake of your head.

“Too close.” Maverick said “Bird strike.” He said suddenly “Bird strike!” He exclaimed as the birds hit your jet and through your engine. Now you are terrified.

Those two words are what brings Bradley and Jake’s world to a stop. “No no no no.” Bradley said to himself. Tears burning behind his eyes he needed you to pull through this and be ok.

“Come on, Sis you got this.” Jake said and then your voice came through the radio and Jake being your twin brother knew the different tone in your voice that nobody else knew. He knew you were absolutely terrified. “Don’t panic.” He said.

Bradley was terrified. He couldn’t lose you. He’s lost his dad; he cannot lose you. He lost Maverick due to something so petty. “Come on, Y/N/N. You have to pull through this.” He said.

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic.” Jake repeated to himself hoping to send vibes to you. Bradley and Jake were the closest to the radio.

“Bird strike.” You said as lights and warnings go off a fire warning goes off signaling a fire in one of your engines.

“Storm, left engines on fire!” Bob said looking back and so do you.

“Climbing.” You said as you turn back and you pull the throttle up. “Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to the left engine. Extinguishing fire.” You say as you do so but alarms continue.

“Right engine is out!” Bob exclaims looking at the warnings.

“It’s still spinning. Trying to restart it.” You say as you power the engine on.

“Storm it is on fire, don’t start-” Maverick begin but you cut him off. You were so scared shitless but you couldn’t let it show.

“Throttling up.” You say as you pull the throttle up.

“Oh my god.” You hear Maverick say as you start to nose dive.

“We’re on fire! We’re on fire!” Bob exclaims

“Damn it!” You exclaim

“Engine fire. Right.” The automated voice

“Extinguishing the right engine.” You said and do so as you spin out of control.

“Storm, Bob punch out! Punch out!” Maverick exclaims

“Warning lights everywhere! Hydraulic failure!” Bob says letting you know everything.

“I can’t control it!” You said

“She’s panicking.” Jake said

“How do you know?” Bradley asked

“I just know. Her voice does a certain thing. I was the only one to pick it up as a kid. It is how I knew she needed help and she would call me with that same tone when she was in trouble.” Jake explained

“She has this handled. She's Storm. Nothing can bring her down.” Mickey said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“She’s strong for sure. As kids we were playing on the ranch and riding horses and her horse threw her off and instead of giving up, she got back on. She showed the horse who was the boss. Another time we were running around barefoot and she cut her foot open on barbed wire and she acted like it was nothing. She sat through the stitches. She’s a storm to be reckoned with. It is how she got her callsign.” Jake explained trying to take his mind off what was happening up in the sky.

“She’s going to be ok.” Ruben said and they nodded.

“I know she will be.” Jake said

“We’re going down, Storm! We’re going in! We’re going in!” Bob yells

“You can’t save it. Eject, eject!” Maverick said and repeated over and over again.

“Eject, eject, eject!” You yell out finally.

“Altitude. Altitude.” The automated voice said as Bob ejects and then you follow him. Both parachutes open as the jet crashes into the earth. You somehow ended up being closest to the blast and it pushed you away and you landed it hard onto the ground right on your ankle and you gave a cry out. Bob landed and was quick to get over to you.

“Are you ok?” He asks

“No, my ankle.” You say as you go to sit up but you give another cry. You then look down and see blood starting to soak through your flight suit. “Shit.” You say as you begin to get light headed.

“Hey no you stay awake.” He said

“I’m sorry.” You say and then you black out.

As Maverick walks into the rec room Jake comes running up to him. “Where is she?” He asks frantically.

“She’s in the hospital. Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer. Go.” He said and Jake nodded and took off as most people do now it was just Bradley and him.

“How is she?” Bradley asks

“She is mostly ok.” He said

“What does that mean?” He asks

“Some debris from the jet crashing impaled her. Her ankle also took a hit. They took her into surgery but I don’t know anything else. They’re keeping her and Bob overnight and maybe her even longer.” He said and Bradley nodded tears and they steadily fell down his face.

“I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry I cut you off. I was just so pissed that you pulled my papers. It wasn’t fair. I can’t lose her. I love her.” Bradley said and Maverick smiled.

“I forgive you. Go and tell her.” Maverick said and he nodded and took off. When he reached the hospital, everyone was in the waiting room waiting.

“Jake is with Y/N. He’s family so he was the only one allowed to go back there.” Ruben said

“Bradley?” A familiar voice asked and he turned around and saw Mark.

“Mark, have you heard?” He asked and Mark shook his head.

“No, what is going on? Why is everyone here?” He asked

“There was an incident with Javy and Bob and Y/N had a bird strike and had to eject. Some debris hit her and her ankle took a hit.” Bradley explained.

“Oh my gosh. Any updates?” He asked

“They took her into surgery and repaired what they needed. Jake is with her now since he is family. They’re keeping them both overnight and her maybe longer.” Bradley said and he nodded.

“I need to get back to Grayson. Please keep me updated.” He asked and Bradley nodded.

“I will.” He said as Jake came out and everyone looked at him.

“She’s awake but is asking for you Bradley.” He said turning to him and he nodded and followed Jake to your room and about that time everyone was allowed to see Bob too. Bradley walked in without Jake.

“Y/N/N.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Hi.” You said

“You scared me, you know.” He said

“I’m sorry. I scared myself too.” You said trying to move but winced.

“Don’t move.” He said moving closer and holding you down.

“I know but it’s so uncomfortable.” You said and he nodded.

“I know. I need to tell you something.” He said and you nodded at him to continue “I love you. I have loved you since pilot school. I’m sorry I ghosted you and I know I already said it but I’m saying it again. I was trying to figure out my feelings for you and in the end, it hurt you and I’m deeply sorry for that.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you too, Bradley. Ever since pilot school. Yes, I was hurt when you ghosted me but I get it. I love you with all my heart.” You said as the pain meds started to kick in and he saw this.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love nothing more.” You said and he smiled and he pressed his lips to yours. Sparks flew. You would’ve stayed like that forever but Mickey’s voice sounded.

“About damn time! Look how cute the two of them are!” He exclaimed and you two pulled apart and looked at them.

“Oh, would you shut up and leave the love birds alone?” Javy said smiling

“But they are so cute!” Ruben said gushing.

“Remember, you hurt her and I’m shooting you down.” Jake said

“Jakester, stop it. I can take care of myself.” You said smiling and he walked over.

“I know but I’m just doing my brotherly duties.” He said and you smiled.

“I appreciate that.” You said “Get them out of here for me. I want some time alone with him.” You said and he nodded “Can you let Mark know I’m, ok?” You asked.

“You got it, Sis.” He said and started to push people out and when they were out and gone, he went to let Mark know and you turned to Bradley.

“Let me take you to dinner when all of this is over.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Sounds perfect.” You said and yawned and he smiled.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He said and kissed your head as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. Sure, your day might not have ended up like you planned but that what comes with being a Naval Aviator but in the end, you got the man you loved. Everything for the moment was perfect.

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midnightsun-if · 9 months ago

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Do we have an alternate ending to the true love kiss scenario but the kiss ended up working? 🥹💔 asking for a broken hearted fellow

A heavy buzzing is what alerts you to your surroundings first, your eyes fluttering open blearily as you try to make sense of the world coming into focus around you.

You were in a familiar room. Faint aromas and scents waft over you, soothing, instead of alerting, the beast within you.

You were on a bed. That you could tell by the soft sheets underneath your hands.

You weren't alone. Your gaze settling on the figure seated directly next to you, a wave of warmth crashing over you at the familiar sight.

Koda: "Hi, sunflower," he whispers, conscious of how loud he needed to be in case you were still disoriented. A large hand cups your cheek, tears causing the gold within his deep brown eyes to shimmer like flecks of liquid sunlight. "You've been asleep for a bit, I'm glad I was able to wake you up." Koda dips his head. "We should get you a medal. I think you beat out a hibernating bear."

Scarlett: "My heart." The whispered admission, spoken through a strangled noise, as if the breath had just been forced back into her lungs, is filled with adoration. "You've finally awoken." A look of complete relief is etched upon her face, Scarlett moving closer, as if on instinct, to clutch your hand. The usual viridescent quality of her gaze was darker than usual, a pallid hue to her complexion, but the happiness the shone through seemed to make her glow from within. "I'll have to ask you desist from ever scaring me like that again. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Cyrus/Cyra: "You're awake." A soft smile comes to their lips at the sight, golden eyes shimmering with all the love they felt for you. "I wasn't certain if you would awaken. If I--" They pause, shaking whatever thought away. "I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been able to help you." They gently take your hand into theirs, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. "You've helped me in so many ways, my flame, I'm glad that I was able to pay, at least some of, it back."

Quinn: "It's about time you woke up," they tease, easy smile on full display. If it wasn't for the strain around sapphire eyes, you would have almost believed it too. "I don't know how much longer I could have put up with your snoring, sweetheart." Quinn shakes their head, settling on the bed, making sure they didn't jostle you too much. "I'm just glad to finally see you awake."

Caden: "I'm glad to see you awake," they murmur, gently swiping a strand of hair away from your face. Argent eyes softened to a pale gray, black curls falling haphazardly across their forehead as they smile gently at you. "Is there anything you need? Anything I can help you with?" Caden settles on the bed beside you, light as air. "I will do everything in my power to make sure you're okay." They press a gentle kiss to your brow. "No matter how long that may take."

Sloane: A rush of emotions flickers across their face at the sight of you actually staring back. Hazel eyes flashing with the depth of the storm raging within them. "You're an ass," they grunt, hands tightening on the covers. "Do you have any fucking idea what you've just put me through?" Sloane barks out a laugh, shaking their head. "If you ever act like that much of a dumbass again, I might just leave you sleeping." Staring at you for a moment, their eyes soften, as does their tone. "But I can't say I'm not glad to see your beautiful eyes."

Blake: "I know I've said I enjoy Sleeping Beauty, but that doesn't mean you need to reenact it, angel." Violet eyes appraise your form, noting everything that could possibly be wrong. Seemingly content with what they find, Blake takes your hand into theirs, relief causing the tension within their body to rush out. "Let's leave curses and hexes to witches and animated movies, okay?" They run a hand through their hair, making the already messy locks even more haphazard in appearance. "Have no interest in almost losing you again."

Reginald/Regina: Blue green eyes brighten, a sunny smile overtaking their lips. "It actually worked!" They beam, rushing to your side in an instant. Slim hands cradling your face as they seem to simply want to soak you in. "I can't believe it actually worked! I'm happy that it did, of course. I don't want to even imagine it failing, but--" They cut themself off, clearly aware that they were headed towards a rant. Reigning themself in, they continue with a softer edge to their tone. "Even if I'm profoundly curious, I don't think I want to ever experience this again. I like it a lot better when you're the one answering my questions."

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: c aurelia #ro: r presley #ro: koda kingston #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks

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seniaasaysstuff · 1 year ago

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carnival date with toji🎡 toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

little drabble<3 toji is so babygirl

Toji fushiguro, your boyfriend wasn’t exactly the one who took you on cutesy dates so when he asked you on a carnival date? you were so damn excited. you spent hours just deciding the outfit, the way you were going to style your hair.

As you got into Toji's car, you felt so jittery. He was dressed in a plain black t-shirt, his muscles bulging out with black joggers, a golden chain dangling on his neck. So simple yet so sleek.

“Are ya done staring, doll?” Toji asked with a smirk. “Uhh no?” You replied with a cheeky smile. “Keep staring then,” He said as he rubbed his thumb on your lips. “Pretty baby,” He said with an amusing smile.

“You removed my gloss,” You whined and slapped him on the chest. He chuckled, “M’sorry baby, gimme the gloss I’ll put it on yer lips.”

You huffed. “You better. Now drive,” you ordered. “I love it when yer bossy. Whatever you want hon,” He gruffly spoke and started the car. You connected your phone to the car and switched on one of your playlists. Toji raised a brow at the choice of your music.

A few minutes later, you arrived at the carnival. Toji parked the car and held out his hand towards you. You placed your hand on top of his and grinned at him. “No Dollie, Hand me your gloss,” He ordered.

That was embarrassing, even for you. Your face flushed red as you tried to hide your face in your hands. “Baby? Why’re you acting all embarrassed for hm?” He said as his hand stroked your hair. “This is gonna keep me up at night,” You mumbled with a pout.

His hand made its way to your chin and tilted it upwards. He looked at you with a mischievous smirk. “I can give you other things to keep you up at night you know that baby,” You huffed as he blew you a kiss.

He applied gloss on your still pouting lips. “See! I can do makeup,” he spoke with a proud smirk on his face. “You just put the gloss on my face dumbass,” you mumbled under your breath.

“And I can still apply the other makeup thingies on your face and I heard that,” He grumbled.

“Now that's another date idea. You fucking up my face,” you said with fake cheeriness. “Oh darling I do that every night,” He winked, making you blush. “Now let’s go! I've got plushies to win,” He added as he got out of the car.

He came to your side of the door and opened it. “See I’m a gentleman,” he jokingly said. You slapped him lightly on his chest. “Oww! That hurt doll,” He feigned hurt.

You slung your arm around his. “Let’s go now Mr Gentleman,” you cheekily said and trudged forward.

The sight of the carnival was beautiful. The sounds of rides, people letting out exhilarating screams and laughter on the rides, the smell of freshly baked food, bells ringing as someone won, the children running around. It was a wonderful sight.

Toji led you to the stalls with the games and prizes on display. “Which one do ya want?” He asked with a smirk on his face. You looked around and found a huge plushie and pointed at it. “I want that,” you said with an excited look on your face.

Toji rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “Deal,” “If you fail I’m going to spank you toji,” you whispered in his ears as you stood on your tippy toes. “Dollie if I win, leave the spanking to me okay?” He whispered and looked forward.

He paid the money and shot right in the center of the bullseye five times. The man who owned the stall looked at toji with annoyance but handed him the plush. Toji looked at you and smirked, “Keep a count for me hon,” You shivered as he looked at you. You were fucked. He was definitely going to spank you.

He handed you the giant plush and led you to the next stall. “Whaddya want?” He asked. You looked around and found something and pointed it out. He threw giant rings and it landed on the prize the first time. You cursed. This was a setup. You were never going to win.

He led you around all the stalls and won something from every stall. You were starting to get nervous.

You pointed at the rigged crane games. “We’re both going to play and if I lose? I get punished by you and if you lose? You get spanked by me. Forget the old bet!” You said with a flustered smile.

“Hm? Punished? What are yer limits? Or do I get to choose what I do to you?” He inquired with a thoughtful look on his face. He was already formulating plans on what to do to you. “No limits. All in,” You blurted out in a fit of rage. Crap. You were doomed. He chuckled. “Whatever you want hon,”

You shook away your nervousness and tried your best at the crane games. But failed miserably. Toji looked delighted as he won every single time. He glanced at some guy and beckoned him over. “Hey kid, drop these in my car will ya?” He said as he gave the man a 20-dollar bill to haul your plushies in the car.

He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Darling, has anyone told you that ya suck at games? Such’a sore loser,” He said as he patted your butt.

He led you towards the Ferris wheel and sat you down. “Ya know I always wanted to have sex in a Ferris wheel, up on the top,”

You glared at him. “Do you want us to die?” Toji laughed. “At least come sit on my thigh,” He patted his thigh, beckoning you over.

You shook your head. “You have lost your marbles,” you mumbled.

Since you were sitting so closely, he grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards. “Why are ya so huffy today doll?” He questioned.

“Let’s not be aggressive hm?” He gazed into your eyes as he brought your face closer to his.

“Darlin’ you look so good today. I wanted to turn the car around and take you back home. Fuck you senseless to the point where you only remember me and my name,” he spoke against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed as his soft lips brushed yours. You gasped as Toji caressed your thighs, his hands slowly making their way up to your waist, leaving shivers down your spine.

You suddenly became aware that you were in a Ferris wheel and it had just stopped. “Toji,” you whispered as you broke away from the kiss. “It’s our turn to get off,” you spoke, your face flushed red.

“We’re so going to continue this later,” He responded and helped you out of the ride.

#jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji imagine #toji imagines #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x you #fushiguro toji x you #toji drabbles #jjk imagines

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uconnposter01 · 8 months ago

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Me and you

Warnings: Cursing

3.k Words

Chapter 1

October 2021 3rd person pov

Aniyah Sanchez was uncomfortable, she has been at this house party for 2 hours and if one more frat boy tried to hit on her or try to touch her she was gonna scream, she was only here because her teammates wanted to go out and since they haven't in over a year she was down to come but now Aniyah's over it. It's hot, she's tired, it's crowded, and her teammates were preoccupied with other people leaving Aniyah alone on a couch in the living room surrounded by loud drunk students.

"Damn girl you are bad as shit" a male voice says in her ear way too close for comfort.

"6 feet” Aniyah says, finding herself starting to feel annoyed.

"My bad" the guy next to her said, backing up a little

Aniyah looked at the guy over seeing a light skinned guy with short curly hair and green eyes. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos, his teeth a vibrant white.

She could tell by the smirk on his face he usually got whatever girl he wanted and the way he shamelessly checked out Aniyah made her skin crawl.

"I'm gay boo so move along"Aniyah says looking at her nails dismissing the man.

"Damn don't be like that girl, so I can't even get your name,I'm Ant” 'he says flashing his million dollar smile.

Aniyah took a deep breath hoping telling Ant her name he would just leave her alone.

"Aniyah'' She replied, praying that the interaction would end.

"See, that was so hard," Ant says, sitting down on the couch.

“Why are you sitting down?" Aniyah questions her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

You don't want no friends?" Ant questions smirking.

He didn't believe the girl next to him could be gay she is way too beautiful. Ant figured if he smooth talked to her and got her to take her guard down he would be golden.

"Nope" Aniyah says, putting emphasis on the letter p.

“ What you drink, let me get you a drink from the kitchen,” Ant says, smirking.

“Fuck no” Aniyah says rolling her eyes.

”Damn, you kinda mean," Ant said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Not sure what to say,he didn't want to give up on the beauty,he was sure she was the most attractive girl in the party right now. He couldn't help but to stare at her hazel almond shaped eyes, they hung low and Ant couldn't tell if it was from weed or was it natural.

"I'm not mean enough seeing that you are still here trying to talk to me" Aniyah responds back rolling her eyes once more.

"Sheesh" Ant mumbles.

Aniyah's standoffish attitude wasn't gonna deter him though. Once again Ant begin’s to stare at Aniyah, this time noticing how full her lips are,and he couldn't help but think what they would feel like wrapped around his dick.

"Nigga can you stop staring at me" Aniyah snaps glaring over at Ant

"What's with the attitude shawty?" Ant asks, eyebrows creased in confusion.

"I'm gonna say this nicely. I'm a lesbian, I'm not interested at all, leave me alone before I get real mean "Aniyah stresses, about to go off on the man.

"How you even know you gay?" Ant asks, disregarding what Aniyah said trying to scoot closer to the brown skinned girl.

"How do you even know you're straight?" Aniyah questions.

"I'm serious, I think you haven’t got the right dick yet" Ant says, his eyes trailing down the girl's body hungrily. Aniyah looked at the guy sitting next to her with pure repulse, not too sure Ant took the girl's silence as a cue to move closer and touch Aniyah's thigh.

"Don't fucking touch me nigga, are you fucking dumb dickhead" Aniyah yells pushing Ant away from her.

"Why are you acting like a bitch, I'm being nice to you and everything, you ain't that cute to have that much of a fucked up attitude" Ant complains, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"Because I'm gay, I'm a fucking lesbian,I don't know why your dumbass can't grasp that shit, my body language and my words are telling you that I don't want to be fucking bothered, stop trying to talk to me, I'm not interested in your dumbass take the fucking hint!" Aniyah yells even louder.

Before Ant could reply to the girl yelling next to him, someone behind him spoke up.

“Yo, I don't think she wants to be bothered, move along” A tall blond said behind Ant.

Aniyah looks over at the girl instantly recognizing her as a player on UConn's women's basketball team, she couldn't lie the point guard looked good, way too good if you asked Aniyah. The blond had on an all black Nike tech suit with low top panda dunks on her feet, her straight hair pulled back in a low bun.

"This you?" Ant questions the girl towering over him.

"Yup, that's all me” Paige says, licking her lips and looking past Ant and at Aniyah.

“Nah you lying, she’s pretty as hell he can’t be gay” Ant replies in disbelief.

“You sound ignorant as hell bro, get the fuck outta here, ain’t nothing over here for you” Paige says glaring at the guy.

“Whatever, shawty wasn’t that cute anyway" Ant gumbles, stomping away, angry he couldn’t take Aniyah home.

“My bad ma,I didn't mean to come over like that, but I overheard you and I couldn't just stand there and listen to that shit happen” Paige says rubbing the back of her neck.

”I appreciate it, I really do,” Aniyah says, biting her bottom lip.

She likes hearing the point guard call her ma, and between the eye contact and the nickname it all made Aniyah feel somewhat special and giddy. but the giddy feeling disappeared once Aniyah remembered that Paige is a player and that she has probably said these same things to other girls. After hearing so many stories about Paige from her teammate Jazmine she's not sure if she really wants to deal with Paige on a serious level, but she didn't mind having fun.

“What's up ma, you good?” Paige asks,her face etched with concern noticing a slight change in Aniyah’s mood.

Her face etched with concern noticing a slight change in Aniyah. Paige is so excited to finally talk to the girl, she's seen her everywhere and she couldn't get the girl out of her mind,no matter how hard Paige tried. The first time Paige saw Aniyah on campus was in the dining hall, the second time she saw her was at the library and the third time she saw her was at her game sitting in the crowd and Paige ended up scoring 31 points that night.

As bad as she wanted to go up to the girl each time, Paige decided not to,knowing she has a player reputation. A nasty rumor that started going around on campus during Paige’s freshman year and not being sure if the girl to her left was aware of the rumors about her she never had the confidence to go up to the girl.

Paige was excited, as soon as she saw the girl walk in with the rest of her friends Paige knew this was her chance to talk to her. She proceeded to watch the girl from afar the moment she got here two hours ago waiting for the opportunity to speak to her.

After gaining some liquid courage and overhearing what was happening with Ant, she knew she couldn't pass up the opportunity to help the girl out and talk to her. Paige has let the girl slip through her fingers on three separate occasions; she refused to let it happen again.

“Yeah I'm good,” Aniyah says, flashing a closed mouth smile.

“You sure?” Paige asks scooting a little closer.

“I promise I'm sure” Aniyah responds softly looking in Paige’s eyes.

The energy around the two girls felt thick as they continued to look at each other, their stares filled with lust and longing.

“Is this okay?” Paige questions softly, putting her hand on Aniyah’s exposed thigh.

“Yes” says just as soft her eyes never leaving the intense stare of Paige's blue eyes.

“What's your name ma?”Paige asks softly in the girl’s ear.

“Aniyah” She responds just as softly, glancing down at Paige's lips.

“Paige,” the blond says, holding out her hand to the girl.

Paige kissed Aniyah's hand and she immediately started to feel flustered trying to hide her smile Aniyah faced the other direction.

“You are so beautiful please don't hide that pretty ass smile from me, I love it already” Paige says while gently turning Aniyah's face back to her.

Aniyah's smile and the blush on her face grew even wider. Paige smiled back enamored by the braces clad girl, she wanted to learn everything she could about Aniyah she has never been this attracted and infatuated with anyone before especially not this fast.

”Do you smoke”? Paige asks after a moment pulling out a baggie with 4 blunts in the process.

“Of course,” Aniyah responds.

“Come out back with me, It’s hot, loud and packed in here and I wanna get to know you better” Paige says standing up.

Aniyah stood up with her and they walked towards the back of the house. Paige led Aniyah through the party with her hand resting on the small of her back.

Aniyah couldn’t lie she became enamored with Paige in the short amount of time of being in her presence just off of the energy alone, she wasn't stupid though. Even though Jazmine’s words about Paige kept playing over and over in her head, and right now Paige is saying all of the right things that's and doing all of the right stuff.

Even down to her confidence that bordered on cockiness that was emitting out of her, It all screamed player and it made her nervous, but Aniyah isn’t looking for anything too serious right now, she couldn’t even look for something serious if she even tried so this could be a good thing.

The pair walked towards the outdoor couch, the twosome both picking opposite sides of the wicker couch to sit.

“Why you sitting so far, come mere” Paige mumbles, lighting the blunt.

Aniyah inhaled trying to not let her attraction for the girl make her make a fool of herself.

“That’s it ma, I won't bite, I mean unless you want me too” Paige teases, her eyes are already starting to become hazy. Paige passes Aniyah the blunt and she watches the girl inhale and look up in the sky.

Maybe I do” Aniyah flirts looking over at Paige passing the girl back the blunt.

The vibe between the two was thick with tension, both semi lost in their thoughts about each other and how to proceed in the conversation.

“Tell me bout yourself” Paige says, glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

“What do you wanna know?” Aniyah questions.

“Everything” Paige states, turning to face the girl.

“Well I’m 19, Aquarius gang over here, a Freshman, I’m from PA, my major is Sports Management and my favorite color is green '' Aniyah says rattling off basic information about herself.

“Where in PA, and you know i wanna know your birthday mama not ya sign, lemme me know when that is” Paige says rubbing her hands together.

“February 13th” Aniyah says, finishing up the blunt and pulling out another one. "Damn, Ma you a stoner for real huh” Paige teases.

“Yeah” Aniyah says laughing and lighting the blunt, her eyes glossy and red.

“Back to birthday’s tho, it’s lowkey crazy that ya birthday is right before Valentine’s Day''Paige says laughing.

“I know right, It’s pretty chill I guess,'' Aniyah says, feeling like she’s talking about herself a little too much.

“You didn’t answer my other question though” Paige says, blowing out smoke, looking over at Aniyah intensely.

“ What question?” Aniyah questions her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

``Where in PA you from, I meant it when I said, I wanna know everything bout you” Paige says softly while staring at the girl.

“I’m from Upper Darby, it’s the Philly suburbs,” Aniyah explains.

“Cool, cool Imma have to come see the vibe down there” Paige said smiling.

" Okay I'll take you one day, I wanna know about you know, tell me about you though” Aniyah replies softly. “Well I’m from Minnesota, I'm 20, I play ball, my birthday is October 20th and my favorite color is purple,” Paige responds.

“Oh shit happy belated birthday, I'm sorry I didn't realize your birthday was a couple of days ago,” Aniyah says, playing with her fingers.

It’s aight ma, how was you supposed to know we just met like 30 mins ago ''Paige jokes.

“I know, but still” Aniyah says, pouting

“Do you like basketball?” Paige questions after another moment of silence.

“Yeah, not as much as my sister though, I've even been to a couple of Uconn games” Aniyah says.

“ How often do you usually go to the games?” Paige questions, licking her lips.

“Whenever I can really” Aniyah answers looking over at Paige, glancing at her lips in the process.

“You be busy?” Paige asks quietly while focusing intently on Aniyah.

“A lot of times yeah, I do gymnastics and sometimes I genuinely just don't feel like leaving my dorm, my sister goes to all of the games though,she said she's gonna get y'all to come to my meets” Aniyah rambles.

Paige’s heart drops a little hearing that Aniyah is a gymnast, the chances of her knowing about those rumors have increased tenfold.

“Who ya sister?” Paige questions her eyes glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

“Nuveah Sanchez” Aniyah answers.

Paige’s face lit up upon hearing the Soccer players name, Nuveah and Paige had gotten pretty close during the 2020 school year, they really couldn't hang out or interact too much,however they would play Fortnite and text all of the time.

“Nu-Nu is my dawg, she talks about you all of the time, she never said your name though or showed you to us, I would've remembered” Paige says once again glancing down at Aniyah’s lips.

No matter how hard Paige tried not to look at Aniyah’s lips she couldn't help but to, they look so soft and smooth and she desperately wants to feel them on hers. Aniyah quickly caught on to Paige staring at her lips; Paige wasn't even being sneaky anymore she was blatantly staring at her lips. Aniyah didn't mind though, in fact it made Aniyah feel prideful and bold. Licking her lips Aniyah glances over at Paige to see her reaction. Paige bites her lip and clears her throat moving closer to Aniyah so there's no room in between them. Grabbing the blunt gently from Paige’s hand Aniyah lights it puffs and exhales.

“Can I try something?” Aniyah questions softly, grabbing Paige’s chin

“Yeah of course ma” Paige says just as softly, her eyes low and her voice husky.

Aniyah takes a hit from the blunt and lightly puts her lips on Paige’s blowing smoke into her mouth in the process. Paige opens her mouth accepting the smoke.

“Damn” Paige says, exhaling the smoke, her eyes dilated and low.

Aniyah touched her lips still feeling Paige’s lips on hers. Paige wants to kiss Aniyah, the spark she felt when she had her lips lightly touched her lips still lingered.

Your lips are so soft" Paige says softly while gently tracing Aniyah’s lips with her thumb.

"Thank you" Aniyah says, staring in Paige’s eyes.

"Can I feel them again ma?" Paige asks, her voice low, dripping with desire.

Aniyah leans in, her lips softly gently meets Paige’s lips in a kiss that is firm and soft. Paige sighs into the kiss, her hands slowly sliding down to Aniyah’s waist. Breaking the kiss Aniyah rests her forehead against Paige’s relishing the kiss the pair just had. Paige wants to kiss Aniyah again, the kiss was everything that Paige thought it would be plus more. She wants to kiss Aniyah over and over again. Before Paige could lean in and kiss Aniyah once again a voice interrupts her.

“There you are, I was looking for you, i’m ready to go” Jazmine whines coming outside.

Paige separates from Aniyah after hearing Jazmine's voice not wanting the girl to catch them she didn’t have it in her to deal with a Jazmine tantrum.

“Hey girl” Aniyah says awkwardly slowly scooting away from Paige.

Jazmine felt anger bubbling up inside when she saw Paige with Aniyah, she had so many questions, why were they out here alone, and why did they look so awkward and guilty.

“What’s going on with ya’ll?” Jazmine questions annoyance covering her features.

“Nothing, we just chilling,” Paige mumbles, looking down.

Agitation and sadness spread throughout Paige once she saw Jazmine, Aniyah knowing Jazmine made Paige realize that she 100% knows about the rumors or that they sleep together which made Paige a little worried, she wants to try to pursue something with the girl, and those two big factors make things a little more complicated for Paige.

“You ready to go?” Jazmine asks sharply to Aniyah while glaring over at Paige.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute, I'll meet you out front” Aniyah says dismissing Jazmine.

“I can wait for you here” Jazmine says sitting in between Paige and Aniyah.

“ Chill, we just talking,” Paige grunts, feeling annoyed.

“You can’t talk in front of me?” Jazmine questions angrily at the blond.

“Why you acting like this”? Paige asks, looking over at Jazmine, her nostrils flaring in the process.

“Like what, I’m just waiting for my friend” Jazmine challenges.

“Whatever bro” Paige mutters her voice low and tense.

Aniyah sat clueless at the end of the wicker couch confused on the nature of the relationship between the two girls, Jazmine always says that Paige did her friend dirty, but this is a little too intense. Jazmine seems way too jealous right now for her and Paige to not be way more familiar than her just being a friend of someone that Paige fucked in the past.

“Get my number from Nu-Nu, imma go head and leave, I’ll talk to you later okay” Aniyah says standing up.

“Aight ma” Paige mumbles standing up and pulling Aniyah into a hug.

Jazmine stares angrily at Paige during the hug with Aniyah biting her tongue not wanting to expose the nature of her relationship with Paige, she will be addressing Paige about this later.

“Let’s go” Jazmine huffs getting up.

“Jazzy slow down, why are you so mad?” Aniyah says as she struggles to keep up with Jazmine.

“We’ll talk when we get to our dorm” Jazmine grumbles.

“Girl what, I wanna talk right now” Aniyah says not appreciating how Jazmine is treating her like a child.

“Why did you do the opposite of what I said with Paige” Jazmine questions her voice tense with anger.

Aniyah blinks, not wanting to go off on Jazmine, taking a deep breath Aniyah pauses before continuing.

“Because I wanted to, why are you so mad about this?” Aniyah questions her eyebrow raised slightly.

“I told you all the shit did to my friend, and you ignore that and still go fuck with her”Jazmine says her tone confused.

“I don’t want nor can I do a relationship, so I’m cool with just fucking around” Aniyah says nonchalantly shrugging.

Jazmine rolls her eyes and says nothing to Aniyah, knowing that she would say some smart shit to her, and she damn sure didn’t want to have any issues with Aniyah. Both girls get inside the uber the energy between them is icy and tense. After getting to her dorm Aniyah wordlessly goes inside her room. She truly didn’t understand why Jazmine is being so weird about Paige, she appreciates the girl for trying to look out for her but she’s good. She’ll just check in with the girl and make sure they are still good when the sun comes out.

After completing her nightly routine Aniyah laid in bed scrolling through Tik Tok, when she got a message that made her smile grow immensely.

203-436-2177: Hey ma its Paige

Read: 1:20 AM

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Criticism more than welcomed

I hope y'all have a good day 💜

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x black reader

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lamnwar · 1 year ago

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Like my hair, sweets? // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

omggg this was a request and I took so long to work on it that I was happy when I finished it but my dumb ass accidentally deleted the ask ☠️☠️ I think it was @sonofattacomeunapigna?? Girl if it was you lmk and sorry again for taking so long + deleting the ask 😭

Context: in which your boyfriend shows you his new haircut and gets quite the reaction from you. <3

Warnings: slight nipple play, pussy eating (basically that's all it is 🤭), hair pulling, and I think that's all?

Pretty boys have always been your type. There’s just something with the flutter of their long eyelashes, the plump of their pink lips, the perfect balance of sharp and soft in the lines of their faces that makes you go wild for them.

So, it comes to no surprise that you’re dating the ultimate pretty boy, Ryōta Kise. His idol-type self has never been one to go unnoticed, hoards of girls (and boys) at his feet every since he hit puberty and developed his features for which he is famous now. But amongst all the things that make him such a beauty – way beyond is Greek-god like figure, or his enticing honey-coloured eyes – one thing has always stood out to you: his hair.

Granted, Ryōta’s hair has always been eye-catching; not a lot of Japanese people can claim to be naturally blond, golden locks adorning their head since birth. You like to believe your boyfriend to be stellar, quite literally. Overwise, why would he be so radiant, if he’s not a star? A true light, that with a smile and a couple of sweet words, makes you forget the stupid little things he’s done, like putting water everywhere in the bathroom after his shower, or accidentally bleaching your black clothes. And he just has to lay his head on your chest, letting you run your fingers through the sun-like strands as he kisses your skin softly between “sorry, I can be a dumbass sometimes.”

But something is different today, you figure as he walks into your room with nonchalance – or rather, a semblant of nonchalance. There’s the shadow of a grin hiding on his face when he lays his eyes on you, making you certain that he craves for you to notice him, to say something. You ponder if you should give him that pleasure or toy around with him a bit longer. Anyways, the choice isn’t up to you – it’s up to your self-control. Yeah, because for how long can you keep your hands to yourself, when he’s looking like that?

“Ryō, come here a minute” you gesture to him from your spot on the bed.

You’re splayed on the mattress, somewhat resembling a spirit, giving him the call he’s been hoping for. And the pretty boy climbs on bed right to your side, looking at you with anticipation. You stare at him, fingers reaching for his face and leaving sweet caresses on his cheeks before you trail them up to his hair. They feel soft, the fresh perfume of his shampoo coming to you when you ruffle his locks.

“Hey!”

You laugh, a mischievous smile on your face as he tries to find his phone in a hurry, opening the front camera to put his hair back as it was.

“What?” you chuckle “You wanted me to notice, right? I just did.”

“Don’t ruin it if you dislike it.” He pouts from the other side of the bed.

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.

“I love it, the fuck you’re talking about?”

“Huh?”

You smile, climbing on his lap as you run your fingers through his hair again – but nicer this time, as to not dishevel his golden lock.

“Your new haircut” you hum, leaning in while his hands rest on your thighs, slightly gripping them under the sensation of your nails racking his scalp, “I didn’t know you could get hotter but here I stand, corrected.”

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, wanting to look unaffected by your compliment, but he fails miserably.

Ryōta gets compliments every other day, replying to them with a smile and a “thank you, that’s sweet” almost like an automat programmed to do just that. But when sweet words to his ego come from you, it’s a different story. It always makes him blush like a silly teenage boy in love, words of praise that make him feel better about himself than any trophy he’s ever got, or any magazine cover he’s ever been on.

“Love your new hair, Ryō” your honeyed voice travels to his ear like a song, “can’t stop thinking about messing it while you’re between my legs.”

Your lewd words go straight to his cock, a flow of blood rushing to make it twitch. You feel it against your thighs, as you draw closer to him on his lap. Soft chuckle coming out of your lips, you wrap your arms around his neck, humming.

“See, Ryō, soft hair like yours is made for me to tug on it. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He laughs, nodding at your words. He’s truly shining, you think to yourself as he smoothly manhandles you to put you on your back, his slender fingers on your thighs as he opens them up.

“You’re absolutely right, sweet face.” He nods, playfulness in his golden irises. “You know what? Maybe you should be the one to do my hair, hm?”

You giggle, feeling his soft lips press against yours before he trails his kisses down your neck, then to your collarbones, sucking the skin just enough to leave a mark. His odyssey down your body continues, face buried in between your breasts under your shirt, peppering the skin with smooth kisses. He watches your breath accelerate, the beats or your heart resonate in his ear as he toys with your hardened nipples. You bite back your whimpers, refusing to let him know that he’s making you so desperate already by merely playing with your tits. But Ryōta is observant, particularly with you, and he knows what’s brewing in that body of yours. The lust, the need for him.

Getting his head out of under your shirt, the blond straightens up, running his fingers through his hair, pulling them back, as he exhales. His fringe falls back on his face, offering a perfect frame for his gorgeous eyes. You watch him, the blinks of the dark lashes you love so much, then the warm flame that only shows up when he hungers for the sweet taste of you.

“I’m gonna eat you out so good babe, you want me to, huh?” He asks as he goes back between your legs, tugging on your shorts with the clear intent of removing them.

“Uh-huh!” you nod enthusiastically, not bothered to hide your excitement.

You know, for all the time you’ve been with Ryōta, that he is the kind to apply himself when it counts; and taste the sweet nectar of your cunt is one of those things that he takes seriously, vowing to perfection, the moment his lips meet the sensitive skin of your mound. He honours every parcel with kisses, fingers trailing down your slit to split you open. He chuckles, looking up at you like an angel.

“So wet already, hm? Just from the idea of me between your legs?”

You blush, muttering an embarrassed “fuck off, Ryō”, which only makes him laugh more. You’re adorable, he thinks, writhing under him as his tongue teases your clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure across your body. You whimper, grabbing his hair as he buries his face in your cunt, lapping at your sweet nectar like it gives him life. And maybe he does, by the way his breath hitches in his throat and he whines against you. You can almost read his mind – “pull my hair again.”

Your fingers tangled in his blond locks, you pull him closer, deeper in your pussy. Nose pressed to your skin as his tongue dips in your hole, then goes back up to twist on your sensitive clit, a dance of sorts, as he makes out with your cunt.

“Ah… Ryō, fuck!” you whine, hips bucking forward you move against his face.

Your hold on his head intensifies, almost as if you want him to stay there and not move, ever. Yeah, that’s where your pretty boy belongs – face deep in your pussy.

He hums, adding two of his slender fingers to the moves of his tongue and lips, sending you to the edge faster than you wish. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets you there, on the brink of your orgasm. But almost as if he knows it, he pulls away despite your strong hold on his head. You gasp, looking up at him in confusion.

“Ryōta!” you whine, like a brat who’s been denied what she wants for the first time ever.

He laughs, pecking your pouting lips in a way that makes your blood boil. But before you can say a word, his fingers dip back inside your cunt, curling to hit the spongy spot that makes you mewl like a beast in heat.

“Aw baby…” he says through his teasing grin, “can’t I toy with you? That’s my pussy, after all.”

You can’t voice your protest, only whining in response. He cackles, and you feel like slapping him for being such a fucker, but the way he looks right now is too godly for you to even risk it. The gloss of his lips caused by your juices, the mischief in his eyes, and his messy hair, looking like he’s just come out of a storm.

“Ryō, make me cum, please!”

“Oh, that’s new” he raises an eyebrow, “you say please, now? How sweet. Should I-“

“Yes!”

He tuts, leaning forward again, just close enough for his breath to fan on your erect clitoris, but not close enough for your satisfaction.

“You didn’t even let me finish my sentence. Saying “yes” like that… tsk.” He chuckles lowly, smirking. “What if I was asking if I should leave you like that, hm?”

You quickly shake your head, hands finding their natural place in his hair as you press him to your pussy.

“Ryō, I wanna cum!”

He giggles, kissing your clit.

“Ah, you’re too sweet for me to say no.”

You could almost sigh in relief if it wasn’t for the way he knocks the air out of your lungs by lapping languidly at your cunt. You squirm, thighs closing around his head while you tug at his hair. If you weren’t too busy being tongue-fucked so good, you would have certainly heard the slight moan he’s voiced when you’ve pulled his hair, but that’s ok. If you ever realise how much he likes the way you tug at his locks, it would probably be the end of him. He can’t hand you that privilege, give you an opportunity to drive him crazy the same way he’s driving you crazy right now.

“Fuck, gonna…”

You pant, pulling on his hair as he gives you the final blow, a silent cry coming out of you before you let go of him. It takes the sound of his voice to bring you back to Earth, and you look in front of you, facing the pretty face of your boyfriend. He’s so beautiful, you think, his wild strands of hair falling in his face as he hovers above you. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you. You respond with hunger, not recognizing yourself in that neediness. And yet…

“I’m not done with you, sweet face.”

#hopefully whoever asked for this is satisfied <3 #i was super happy to write about kise!!!#last game! kise resides in my head 24/7 #he got me sooo 🤰🏾🤰🏾🤰🏾#knb #kuroko no basuke #knb x reader #knb smut #kise ryota #kise x reader #kise smut

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 1 year ago

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Round 2 Group C Match 8

expand for propaganda ↓ (wall of text + images warning)

Billie Joe Armstrong:

"beautiful in a sewer rat kinda way but also in an actually beautiful way. best of both worlds. my hannah montana 🫶"

"BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG IS A PATHETIC LITTLE MAN HES LIKE 5'5 HES PATHETIC BUT I LOVE HIM HES SOOOO GORGEOUS!!!! PLEASE VOTE FOR HIM PLEASE!!!!"

"The voices told me to vote for him, the voices are strung out on pot and questioning."

"normally I would never submit propaganda for a MAN. but I really love green day and billie joe armstrong is a bisexual icon. so yeah."

Jerry Cantrell:

"apparently, according to some groupie gossip that was passed around, jerry's dick is at least 9 inches. i'm just saying."

"Just look at him, I mean come on"

"The best hair in the business."

"i want to suck on his nipples sobad. i need them In My Mouth."

"this man was performing some of the most technically excellent riffs of the 90s night after night while shirtless, dripping in sweat, and tossing his long golden hair back like a stripper looking to make rent. how could that not fill you with lust beyond articulation."

"fun fact: he was placed on a missing persons list once because he thought there were 31 days in November and missed the December 1st concert and for Christmas the record label bought him a calendar - vote for this hot dumbass"

"literally an angel"

"that one time he wore a mesh shirt broke my brain"

(update: I got pics)

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takingchences · 4 months ago

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𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟕

Where the descendant of a legendary quirk longs to rewrite history by becoming a hero. But in order to fulfill her dream, she must first face off against ghosts from her past and a growing attraction for the insufferable Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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Because of the short deadline, everyone was scurrying to pick an internship and turn it into Mr. Aizawa before the end of the day. Thankfully, Present Mic gave them free time after completing a worksheet to look over their options one last time. "Hey," Sana whispered. The ash blonde in front of her didn't react. She smacked his shoulder when he refused to respond. "Who did you choose?" Bakugou turned his head back with an annoyed expression.

Neither of them had brought up the kiss. Their interactions were as chaotic as ever, though, both of them enjoying riling the other up even more now. They'd made their feelings perfectly clear yesterday—no more games.

Bakugou had taken Sana's displays of affection in the past with a grain of salt, aware of her overly friendly nature. He knew he'd been crushing on the strawberry blonde for awhile now, but he hadn't planned on acting on said feelings until they were in second or third year, after cementing his place at the top. Dating was something he'd never given any thought to, having been too swept up in his own head. He'd always assumed that mushy crap like that was beneath him. But there wasn't a single part of him that regretted what happened on that rooftop. He'd imagined kissing her for weeks—months. Every time she opened her mouth to say something annoying or sarcastic he'd wanted nothing more than to shut her up with a kiss.

Sana wasn't the weak, pathetic extra he'd thought she was. She shattered his initial view of her every chance she got, consistently proving how strong and capable she was to those around her. He was right to compare her to Deku at the beginning of the year after all. They both had more perseverance than he gave them credit for.

There was one thing they could agree on, which was that no one could know what happened. Whether this is a casual thing (which they hoped wasn't the case), or something more, they both wanted to keep it on the down low for as long as possible. It wasn't that Bakugou was ashamed of the Sakano beauty or vice versa. It came down to privacy. Intimate moments like yesterday didn't need to be shared with anyone else. Their classmates, while total sweethearts, were a little too nosy for their own good sometimes. Bakugou saw firsthand how effected Sana was by the incident with the reporters, how uncomfortable their prying made her. That was why he'd stepped in to help, even though at the time he wasn't sure why he'd bothered.

Maybe, without his knowledge, a part of him had known, even back then, what fate had in store. He could feel their red strings, so intricately tangled it would be nearly impossible to unravel them, pulling the two closer and closer each passing day.

"Isn't it obvious? The pro with the highest rank," he grunted, kicking his foot up on the desk.

Sana flipped through her packet in boredom. "I have it narrowed down to two, and they're both pretty high in rankings." She dropped her forehead on the desk with a groan. "I don't know who to choose."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Then pick the one that can help you with your weaknesses, dumbass."

"Wow, you're so smart. Why didn't I think of that?" Her deadpan delivery made his eye twitch.

Kirishima leaned over to join the conversation. "Yeah, it must be hard to choose when you have so many options, huh?"

"See?" She smacked Bakugou's shoulder again. "He gets it."

"What are you asking her for?" He barked at the redhead, pressing his thumb into his chest.. "I got more-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sana waved her hand dismissively and turned towards Kirishima, who desperately tried to disguise his snort as a cough. "Who did you pick, Ei?" The two friends happily ignored the pomeranian in human form growling and pouting between them. She eagerly nodded along as Kirishima went on about all the manly things he was going to learn from Fourth Kind during his internship.

"Bakubro! You're interning under Best Jeanist, right?" Kirishima grinned at the ash blonde with a look of awe. Sana could see how their friendship grew and strengthened with every interaction, and it made her happy that Bakugou was making deeper connections with people. He'd been so against it at the start of term, labeling those he considered beneath him "extras" and unworthy of his time. Now, he was slowly starting to view those close to him as equals, having earned his respect and attention.

... now all that's left is getting him to remember our names, she shook her head in amusement.

Bakugou smirked with his eyes closed, as cocky as ever. "That's right."

While their seat mates oohed and ahhed around them, Sana looked down at her packet once again. Two highlighted names stared back at her. The lunch bell rang, pulling her out of her stupor. While her classmates stood and walked towards the cafeteria, Todoroki stopped next to her desk. "Let's walk together."

"Okay," Sana agreed. The two friends walked quietly behind their classmates, both having so much to say, but unsure where to start. "Who are you considering for the internship?" She finally broke the silence.

The dual haired boy sighed deeply. "Endeavor Agency."

"Really?" Sana gasped, looking at him with wide eyes before quickly facing forward. "I just thought..." She didn't know what to say. She never thought Shoto would willingly choose to work with his father.

"I need to embrace my fire side. He's the only one that can help me." He glanced at her curiously from the corner of his eye. "Did he send you an offer?"

"Actually, yeah." Seeing his agency listed had been quite a shock considering their tumultuous relationship. She'd never gotten along with the hero, loathing him for the mistreatment of his entire family. He was a cruel man, a monster, and she'd made a point of reminding him of that over the years. "I couldn't believe it."

"I asked him to." They both came to a halt in the middle of the busy hallway. "I thought we could use the internships to train together, like old times."

"Sho," Sana shook her head. "I can't accept his offer." The red-and-white haired boy opened his mouth to argue but she held up a hand to silence him. "It's not just because of who he is." She took a long, shaky breath. "You ignored me for a year because you thought I chose your father over you. If I say yes to this, aren't I just proving you right? I'd be using him to get ahead, just like you said."

"I was wrong to think that way-" Sana shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, anyway." She sighed with a shrug. "I've learned everything I can from Endeavor." She started walking again, the Todoroki boy trailing behind her with a puzzled look in his eyes. "There's nothing else he can teach me."

I'm not sure there's a Pro anywhere that can help me with the drawbacks of my quirk.

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Bright and early Saturday morning, Umi was in the middle of baking snacks for Sana to eat on the train the following morning when she was rushed out of the kitchen by someone banging on glass. The front door was practically shaking on the hinges under the forceful knocks. The woman hurriedly wiped her hands on her apron and opened the door. "Hello- oh, it's you." Her kind face now looking pinched.

Bakugou's nose scrunched up. "Huh? What'd you say-"

Umi shut the door in his face with a firm "wait here." A muffled "Oi!" could be heard before the harsh knocks started up again with a new fervor.

I don't get paid enough for this, the woman sighed, feeling her gray hairs multiplying as she climbed the steps to Sana's room. She knocked softly before peeking inside, finding the strawberry blonde blissfully unaware of the demonic presence downstairs. She quietly approached the bed and laid a hand on the girl's arm to gently wake her. Hazy, plum-colored irises blinked up at her in confusion.

"Umi...?"

"That rather unpleasant boy is here to see you."

"Wha-" Sana blinked, not fully awake yet. Once her brain processed the description Umi gave her, she blinked again, startled. She shot up into a seated position. "Bakugou's here?!" Umi shrugged, unable to confirm or deny the boy's identity. Sana scrambled from the bed, nearly falling flat on her face when her foot got caught in the covers. "Stall him! I'll be down in a minute," she yelled, sprinting into the bathroom to make herself presentable.

The second time Umi opened the front door, she was met with a death stare. "The young miss will see you now." The woman's smile was sweet enough to give him a toothache. Bakugou grunted, pushing past her into the house. A thump from upstairs made them both look up, the noise quickly followed by a muffled curse. "She'll be down in a moment." Umi moved towards the kitchen, then stopped. "Try not to touch anything, Mister...?"

"Bakugou." The woman hummed in acknowledgement, grumbling under her breath as she returned to the kitchen. Bakugou immediately touched the closest object: a hideous vase that probably cost more than his father's car.

He glanced around, not having had much time to take in this part of the house the last time he'd been inside, if you could even call it a house. The place itself was basically a mansion, elegantly decorated with white marble floors and golden accents. Everything was kept tidy and neat, which didn't sit well with Bakugou. The space felt empty and unlived in. It resembled a set from a movie rather than an actual home.

He caught a glimpse of a portrait hanging over the fireplace in one of the side rooms and walked over. It was small reading area with shelves of books, a lounge chair, and a small sofa. He recognized a much younger Sana in the middle of the picture with her father on her left. A large empty space on the right made the portrait appear incomplete. Bakugou hadn't heard any mention of Sana's mother except during the cavalry battle against that 1-B bastard.

"He had it painted over."

Bakugou turned at the sound of her voice, a fully-dressed Sana watching him from the foot of the staircase with a faraway look in her eye. Her hair was a little windswept from using her quirk to move around her room at the speed of light. Her gaze moved from him to the portrait. "My mom," she elaborated, hesitantly stepping through the doorway and gesturing towards the empty space on the canvas. "He had her painted out."

Bakugou looked at the portrait with new eyes, noticing the distance between father and daughter. The firm hand gripping her small shoulder. How neither of them were smiling despite her being a child at the time it was commissioned. Didn't kids always smile?

"Your dad sounds like a fuckin' dick," he said, glaring at her father's portrait. "What did she look like?" He wondered aloud, turning his vermilion eyes to her. Besides their hair color, Sana and her father shared no other similarities. Their personalities and mannerisms were completely different as well. Katuski was grateful that the man hadn't corrupted her too much.

He might've believed Sana's projection of resigned indifference if it wasn't for the sadness in her eyes as she stared at the picture. "I don't remember how she looked," she whispered with a small, bitter smile, quickly averting her eyes.

Looked. Bakugou noted the use of past tense while referring to her mother. The woman was either dead or long gone. If Todoroki's recollection of their shared traumatic past was anything to go by, Sana and Shoto were doomed to be unhappy from the start. It seems the more Katsuki learned about the great Sakano legacy, the more he desired to free Sana from her past, as well as beat the shit out of Yoichi Sakano.

"You look nice," Sana broke the momentary silence. Bakugou wasn't wearing one of his usual outfits. He wore an open maroon short sleeve button up, a black tee—no skull, she noticed—and tan cargo pants. A black backpack was slung across his back. A watch with a black, braided leather band was on his left wrist. "So, what brings you here?"

"We're going out." His vermilion eyes examined her outfit carefully before nodding in approval. "You're good. Let's go." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room and into the foyer.

"Wait a minute!" She grabbed onto his forearm with both hands and planted her feet, trying in vain to slow the blonde down. "You can't just show up unannounced and expect me to leave without any questions. What if I had plans or something?" She chided. Bakugou ruffled his hair with a grimace.

"Do you have plans?" His tone was full of exasperation.

She paused dramatically, enjoying how uncomfortable he looked having to ask instead of just getting his way. Someone had deflate his ginormous ego and Sana was more than willing to do so. "Nope," she replied cheekily after a brief moment of silence. His head fell back with the force of his eye roll. "What did you have in mind?"

"You said the prize was originally a date, right?" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked away with a huff. If she didn't know any better, she'd say Katsuki was shy right now. He jerked his chin in the direction of the door. "So, let's go."

"Not without these you're not," Umi scurried into the entryway with a bag of homemade granola clusters. Made with fresh blueberries and drizzled with a lemon glaze, they were easily one of Sana's favorites snacks. The woman handed her the bag and fixed Sana's hair once her hands were free. "Now then, run along," Umi waved her away. "Just be careful," she whispered, eyeing the ash blonde up and down cautiously. Bakugou's face scrunched up in offense.

Sana leaned forward to press a kiss to the woman's cheek. "Thank you, Umi!" The woman gazed after the young girl with a fond smile, bidding the two teens goodbye as Sana hooked an arm around Katsuki's and dragged him out of the house.

The Sakano girl held the other half of the granola chunk she was nibbling on up to his mouth, offering him a taste. Bakugou reluctantly took a bite, pleasantly surprised by the flavor since he never had much of a sweet tooth. "It's yummy, right?" Sana beamed up at him happily. The ash blonde grunted noncommittally. He'd never admit to liking that old bag's treats. She clearly wasn't fond of him and the feeling was mutual.

"So," she nudged his shoulder with her's as they walked down the sidewalk, tossing the scrunched up empty bag into a nearby trash can. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

She felt giddy and self conscious at the thought of being on a date with the Katsuki Bakugou. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her cheeks hurt from smiling, but she couldn't help it. She was happy. Truly happy. The happiest she'd been in a long time.

"You'll find out soon enough," he answered cryptically. She observed him, noticing how relaxed he was in that moment. His duality always came as a bit of a surprise. Most of the time, Katsuki was rude, loud, and brash. He had zero filter and said whatever came to mind, even if it was offensive or harsh. But when it was just the two of them, he was softer and less rough around the edges. That isn't to say that he wouldn't curse and yell or throw a fit, because he did and often, but for the most part, he was calm and collected. Unburdened.

Sana liked to think that they were comfortable enough with each other to show sides of themselves that not everyone got to witness, and just that thought alone made what they have that much more special.

They walked like that for nearly an hour, joking around and making small talk (Sana) with the other making the occasional comment or noise (Bakugou) before reaching a park. It wasn't the usual one they met up to train in, but one she'd never been to before. This place was bigger, yet far less crowded. The forest surrounding it was incredibly dense, the trees taller and more compact than what she was used to.

She dropped his arm. "We're not training, are we?" She narrowed her eyes into a playful, accusatory glare.

He rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Of course not, idiot." He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him through the park entrance, staying close to the tree line. Between a break in the trees was a narrow dirt path leading uphill into the forest. A hiking trail, she realized. "We're going hiking."

Sana looked down at her outfit, grateful that she'd gone with something so casual. If she'd known beforehand that they'd be going on a date, she might've made the mistake of wearing a skirt or heeled shoes. But in a pastel green tube top, faded jeans, and bedazzled silver chucks, she was dressed somewhat appropriately for an outdoor activity.

"Lead the way," she gestured him forward with a grin.

His lips curled slightly as he passed her, his hand giving hers a gentle squeeze before letting go. The path leading into the woods was easy to traverse, with the occasional pebble coming loose underfoot. Bakugou, like in everything apparently, was an expert outdoorsman. He took large, steady strides up the trail, looking back every so often to check on her progress and make sure she was okay. The further they went, the steeper and rockier the trail became. The ash blonde slowed down then, kicking any loose rocks and soil out of her path and guiding her on where to step or helping her along with a protective hold on her arms and waist. Close to the end they reached a patch of particularly rugged terrain. Bakugou finished first and held out a hand for her to grab onto, lifting her up onto the rocky ledge he was currently perched on.

They took a seat on a large boulder and took in the scenery around them. Among the trees it was quiet, the occasional birdsong heard above their heads. Neither of them were very out of breath despite the good hour of cardio they just did climbing up here, not to mention the long walk from Sana's house. Both teens trained their bodies religiously their entire lives. It would take more than a steep hill to break their stamina.

"This place doesn't seem real," Sana murmured, afraid she'd shatter the peaceful air around them if she raised her voice above a whisper. She wanted to bottle this feeling of tranquility. When was the last time she'd felt this at ease, this relaxed? She couldn't even begin to guess.

Katsuki agreed, leaning back to lay on the rock with his arms behind his head. "I come here a lot to clear my head," he told her, closing his eyes.

"Must be nice," she fiddled with the thin, delicate rings decorating her right ring and pointer fingers. She couldn't stop admiring the view of this hidden slice of Heaven. The colors seemed more vivid here, the sun shining just a bit brighter than before. "Having somewhere to go and escape for a while."

The ash blonde frowned, squinting with one eye closed. "You never had a place like that?"

Sana thought of days long passed, where she and a snow-haired boy would sneak off to Sekoto Peak hand-in-hand to play and train and get away from the misery permeating the air like a fog around the Todoroki estate. How they'd swim in the lake if the weather was nice, or explore the woods looking for the perfect tree to climb. Those days of fun in the sun grew fewer and further between the older they got. The more Shoto proved more useful to Endeavor's goal, the more Touya declined physically and mentally. Days of warmth and laughter quickly morphed into cries of terror and agony. Thick smoke and stifling heat in every direction. Hellfire burning as far as the eye can see. And the screams-

Sana shuddered, taking a shaky breath as she squeezed her eyes shut tight, clutching her forearms in a vice like grip.

Bakugou propped himself up on his elbows, concerned by her sudden change, but Sana quickly collected herself, rubbing her arms to play it off as a simple chill as she smiled unconvincingly. "Not for a long time, no."

Sana didn't get chills. She ran hotter than most people, including him, due to the nature of her quirk and they both knew that.

Dumbass. Why does she always feel the need to hide? Katsuki wanted to know everything, the good and the bad, whenever she was ready to let him in. Whatever pain and trouble she'd gone through in the past, he wanted to lift that burden off her shoulders. He already knew parts of the story thanks to Icy Hot airing out their dirty laundry to Midoriya at the Sports Festival while Bakugou secretly eavesdropped.

She met his knowing gaze and he instantly picked up on her fear and apprehension. She wasn't ready to talk about what just happened, and he wouldn't force her to. There were things in Katuski's own past that he tried to avoid thinking about, like the incident with the Sludge Villain. Some things were better left in the past, buried and forgotten.

The ash blonde settled back down, but kept a close eye on Sana to make sure she was actually okay and not just pretending for his benefit. "Then use this place."

She glanced back at him. She'd left her hair down completely, no ribbon in sight, and Bakugou found that he preferred it this way. It was longer than he'd thought and framed her angelic features well. She'd always been beautiful, but she somehow looked even more breathtaking today. Free from pressure and expectations, like the weight of the world had been temporarily lifted off her shoulders.

"What if you're already using it?" She arched a brow.

He threw an arm out. "Rock's big enough for two, isn't it?" Sana bit her lip to contain her smile, but Bakugou still caught it and smirked to himself. "Just don't talk my ear off," he warned without his usual bite, closing his eyes once again.

She scoffed, trying to shove him off the rock with little success. "Such a tsundere," she accused.

His answering, lopsided grin made her heart melt. Sana placed a hand on his chest, bracing herself as she laid back and curled into his warmth. Katsuki slipped his free arm under her head with a soft exhale as she nuzzled into his right side. Her small, warm hand remained perched on his chest. He could feel his heart racing, and knew that she could too. He turned his head, faintly brushing his lips across her soft, peachy locks.

"Can we stay here forever?" Sana whispered, her cheek against his shoulder as she gazed up at the sky wistfully.

It felt normal, he realized, being out here like this. He'd never brought anyone up here before. He'd never had anyone he'd wanted to share this space with. This is his sacred spot; his place to unwind and strategize and think. To escape his own head. Even now, they were escaping reality. At some point they'd have to return to the real world, where dangerous people wanted those he cares about dead. His open expression tightened at the reminder. Those villains had specifically targeted his idol and his girl. They won't lay a hand on 'em as long as I'm around.

His vermilion eyes softened as he took in her profile. The strawberry blonde gave off a faint glow in his arms, like an aura. Katsuki couldn't say for certain if her quirk was activated or if it was simply Sana basking in her element. Either way, he was awestruck. She's more than an angel. She's a damn Goddess.

Moments like these made him wonder if maybe he liked her a little too much, that he'd fallen just a little too soon. But when she angled her head to look at him with a 100-watt smile and those eyes that somehow saw the good in him that even he struggled to find some days, Katsuki realized that it still wasn't enough.

That it may never be enough.

He didn't care that they were only fifteen or that they had their entire lives ahead of them. Once Katsuki Bakugou set his mind on something, there was no going back. He wouldn't stop until he smashed through his goals... and his newest goal was to protect Sana's happiness, just like All Might encouraged. "Heroes are responsible for saving not just people," he'd said once during an interview, "but their smiles as well."

Katsuki wouldn't let her smile fall. Not when there was still so many good things to look forward to and experience. Together.

They stayed there for hours, watching the sky and the trees sway in the breeze, and at the same time, nothing at all. They conversed freely and quietly, though there was no pressure to fill the silence. If anything, they preferred to simply soak in the serenity around them.

At some point, Katsuki pulled containers of home cooked food he'd made that morning out of his backpack. "You weren't kidding." She carefully inspected each dish the ash blonde had prepared. "You really are good at everything," she shook her head with a smile of annoyed acceptance.

There was Mapo tofu and other spicy dishes, as well as a few sides to go with the meal. It was hard to believe that the ash blonde would take the time to do something that required such patience and delicate hands. But it was just like him to challenge her expectations, and Sana wouldn't have it any other way.

What a perfect day.

By the time they climbed back down the trail that evening, the sun was hanging low in the sky. The sky was a perfect blend of yellows, oranges, and golds, and a downpour was coming down from overhead. Katsuki pulled Sana closer by their locked hands. They were still under the shelter of the tree canopy, the rain hardly touching them. The ash blonde sucked his teeth in annoyance. Not at the girl, but the situation. He'd checked the weather ten times in preparation for this date and there was no mention of rain. "When I say go," he said, "make a run for it."

"Wait, where are we going?" Sana frowned up at him.

"My house is nearby," he answered, pointing with his free hand in the direction of his house. "We can wait out the storm there," Bakugou glanced down at her. "Ready?" She nodded. "GO!"

Sana squealed and laughed as cold water slipped down the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders, drenching her. Katsuki's red shirt flowed behind him like a cape as he lead them through the storm. By the time they reached the Bakugou residence, the pair were soaked. Bakugou unlocked the door, ushering the strawberry blonde inside first.

They stood panting in the entryway, more from the exhilaration of it all than from running. "Stay here," the blonde kicked off his wet shoes and socks. "I'll grab some towels."

Sana hummed, looking around curiously. It was even nicer on the inside than it was on the outside... which was saying a lot since the exterior made it perfectly clear just how well off the Bakugous are. The home was large and full of expensive pieces of furniture and bursts of color. An eclectic array of art and trinkets from around the world lined the walls, tables, and shelves.

Katsuki reappeared shortly, having changed into his usual sweats and a black tank. A maroon towel was slung over his shoulder with another folded in his hands. Sana reached out to take it from him, but he completely ignored the gesture. Sana blushed with a shy smile as the ash blonde wrapped the cloth around her shoulders and used the corner to dab at the droplets on her face and neck.

Her long, wet hair was plastered to her cheeks, shoulders, and back. Bakugou gently swept the stray hairs to the side and out of her face. They were so close now, their chests heaving. His vibrant eyes lingered on her glossy pink lips. "You should change out of those clothes," he told her in a hoarse whisper. His warm, calloused hand was still touching her skin. "Don't want your dumb ass getting sick."

She cupped his hand and leaned into his palm. "Always thinking about my ass, aren't you, Katsuki?" Sana cooed softly, making the ash blonde snort.

She took a slow step forward, pushing up onto her tiptoes as he leaned down to fill the little space left between them. Bakugou's infamously foul mouth was surprisingly pliant as he gently moved his lips against hers. His lack of experience showed once again, though the ash blonde grew more confident the longer they embraced.

This kiss was very different from the last one. Before, on the rooftop, it was passionate but rushed, neither of them sure at the time if they'd get the chance to do such a thing again. This kiss, however, was slow and drawn out, and overall, far more romantic. All of the doubts and insecurities from back then were long gone. They knew now that they had all the time in the world.

Sana's skin was slick with dew, making it harder to grasp onto each other. He cradled the back of her head, her thick, damp hair slipping through his fingers like silk. Sana tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Bakugou exhaled sharply through his nose as her tongue darted across his bottom lip, his small puff of air against her cheek making her smile. His other hand wrapped around her waist to palm the exposed skin at the small of her back. His fingers itched to slide just a few inches lower, but he fought the urge. She was already convinced he had a fetish. He'd never live it down if he groped her ass right after she made a comment about how much he liked it.

But damn him if he wasn't tempted.

Bakugou forced himself to pull away, taking a step back. "Go change," he ordered in a deep, raspy voice, lips pink and swollen. He cleared his throat, nose scrunched up in annoyance at his own embarrassment. "I left some clothes in the bathroom for you. Go through here," the ash blonde instructed, pointing past the living room. "There's a hallway. Bathroom is the first door on the right."

"Okay," Sana nodded, blinking dazedly. She clutched the towel closer and hurried away with flaming cheeks. Lying on the counter of the guest bathroom was a pair of black and white sweatpants and an oversized skull tee. She slipped out of her wet clothes, toweling herself off before throwing on the spare clothes. The pants were a close fit, though with Katsuki's slim waist it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. The skull tee hung on her figure like a dress. The fabric was incredibly soft from all the washes it had been through over the years. It faintly smelled of the boy's cologne and Sana couldn't help but hold the collar up to her nose and inhale. She wrapped her damp clothes in the towel and returned to the living room.

Katsuki was seated on the couch with a foot propped against the edge of the coffee table, flipping through channels on the Tv with a look of disdain. He stood and took the bundle from her. "I'll toss these in the dryer."

Sana sat on the couch and combed her fingers through her tangled hair. Katsuki spotted her from the doorway as he was returning and changed his destination. The solar girl watched curiously as he climbed the stairs and disappeared. She picked up the remote and continued to look for something decent to watch just as Katsuki had been doing before she walked in.

Footsteps on the stairs drew her attention from the movie she'd chosen, watching the explosive blonde descend with a hairbrush and another maroon towel. "What's this?" She asked as he settled back into his spot on the couch.

"Sit in front of me."

The Sakano heir raised a brow but did so without complaint. She placed a cushion on the floor and sat down between his muscular legs. Katsuki immediately got to work on brushing the knots out of her hair. He was careful not to yank too hard when dealing with the more stubborn tangles or cause her discomfort. "What movie did you pick?" He asked.

"John Wick," Sana shrugged. "I figured you'd be into that sort of thing." The ash blonde grunted, neither confirming nor denying the claim. He finally finished brushing out her hair and was now towel drying it. The two watched the movie in comfortable silence, commenting every now and then on a cool visual or how unrealistic the fighting was in some scenes.

Once Katsuki was done, Sana rejoined him on the couch. They sat huddled together under a blanket, arguing over whether or not Die Hard is a Christmas movie during the commercials.

"You're joking," Sana stared at him like he was from another planet. "Wait, are you being serious right now? They're literally at a Christmas party, Kats. What the fuck-"

The ash blonde laughed heartily, taking pleasure in getting the strawberry blonde worked up for once instead of the other way around. The pair eventually settled down, Sana's head once again resting in the curve of his neck.

By the time Sana arrived back at her house after calling for the town car, it was already nighttime. She was on cloud 9, humming a song under her breath as she closed the front door behind her and leaned back against it. Standing with her arms crossed at the foot of the stairs was Umi. "I hope he's nicer than he looks," was all she said, her tone one of disapproval.

"I'd forgotten what it felt like..." Sana thought aloud, speaking more to herself.

"What what felt like, dear?" The old woman asked.

...to be in love.

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fiori7ura · 10 months ago

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“sunshine skin.”

words — 1,288 | rating — teen & up

★ warnings: recreational drug usage, coming out, mild language

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They're smoking at Eddie's trailer when Eddie slips up and says something, something stupid.

"Man," he starts, blowing out smoke, the piercings in his lips looking shiny and sharp. "You're like, glowing. You have some natural beauty thing going on, dude."

He passes the blunt to Steve mid sentence, who takes a hit then chokes on smoke, laughing so hard tears spring into the corners of his eyes.

"What?"

Steve can hardly form words, he's holding his stomach and taking these big, gulping breaths, head tossed back in hysteria.

Eddie smiles, his infuriatingly cute dimples popping, making his smile so much prettier. "It's jus' the truth, Stevie-baby.

He controls himself, stubbing out the blunt, trying to stop laughing before he begins to try and say something again.

"You're gonna have to elaborate on me glowing, Eds. Reminder, I'm stoned out of my mind, everything is funny and hazy to me."

It's true, Steve is feeling very floaty, head all high in the clouds. He gets like this when they smoke, ending the night clinging to Eddie. He gets clingy when he smokes, clingier than when sober.

"I don't know. You're just so," Eddie gestures with his hands, splayed out and flinging around, signaling something Steve can't make out.

"Eddie."

His head snaps up and Steve can see how squinty and red-rimmed his eyes are. He looks funny. Steve giggles to himself.

"Yeah?"

"What does that mean? Just speak, man."

Eddie sighs, flopping off of the bed and throwing his body into the beanbag chair beside his dresser.

Drama queen, Steve thinks.

"Fine," he whines, licking his lips as a sign he's starting to try and elaborate on his dumbass sentence.

"It's like you have sunshine always reflecting off of your skin. Or, maybe inside of your skin. Sunshine skin," Eddie muses, giggling. "When you smile, I swear, it's so bright. It blinds me, Stevie. You're just so happy and glowy, almost like a golden retriever."

Steve blushes, feeling bashful. "Yeah?"

Eddie nods. "Yeah. M'gonna start calling you that. Sunshine. Fits you well."

"Oh," he breathes.

Eddie then stares at him, dreamy expression on his lips, eyes sparkling like he's looking up at the stars in the night sky.

Robin's voice is nagging him in the back of his mind, now. He likes you, Dingus. Just pay attention to the way he looks at you and all those disgusting pet names he calls you. He's infatuated with you.

"Eds?"

Steve blinks up at the ceiling, puzzle pieces clicking into place. He has to admit, Robin's always right.

"Hm."

Suddenly, the room is too hot, the trailer is too small, Steve's head is loud and he doesn't know what to say, exactly. What if he's wrong?

No, he can't be. Right?

Right.

"Is it true, that you're—y'know... queer?"

Silence stretches on between them in the hazy air of Eddie's bedroom, those four walls surrounding them listening into every word, every breath, every telltale sign of something unsaid.

"...Yeah."

Steve has to look down from where he's lost looking at the cracks in the roof, and puts his sight on Eddie, trying to be soft, trying to show he isn't a harm, and that Eddie himself isn't a harm either.

"That's nice. To personally know someone else out there who's like me in this town. Other than Robin, of course."

Eddie does his Head Tilt, the one he does when calculating someone, when he's having a whole conversation between himself in that beautiful mind of his. It irks Steve out, that he doesn't know what Eddie's thinking. They're best friends, he feels like he should know what Eddie's thinking, too.

"Cool. That's cool. Two queers who found each other."

Steve doesn't know what else to say, their conversation growing stale and awkward. He just whispers out a small "yeah." and fiddles with his hands, resting them over his sweater-covered stomach.

The empty pit growing in Steve's stomach gets too big, too much, too guilty. He decides to get the topic out and speak what's on his mind so the situation doesn't get any worse.

Steve cocks his mouth at a certain angle and sighs, head falling back against Eddie's pillows. "You know I like you, right, Eddie?"

"...No. But—wait. You like me?"

Steve can tell that Eddie didn't fully process his sentence until seconds later after it came out of his mouth. "Yeah. I just said that. In more than a friend way, I like you. If that's clear enough."

"Cool," Eddie repeats, same tone in his voice from when Steve told him he was queer. "I mean—shit. Sorry, this weed is really fucking me up right now, man. I like you, too."

"You do?"

Eddie nods, tongue tracing the seam of his lips. "I've been obsessed with you for, like, years, Sunshine. Ever since I laid eyes on you in the hallways."

"Holy shit."

Eddie scratches his head and leans up on his elbows. "Sorry. Is that weird? I just, thought, y'know, that if we both like each other, me being obsessed with you wouldn't be weird."

Steve shoots up from his spot on Eddie's bed and throws his hands up. "No! No, It's not weird. I think it's kinda sweet. That you've liked me for this long."

Eddie makes a questioning sound and grins lazily.

"Does that mean I can kiss you now?"

Hell, yeah.

"Yes. Please."

Eddie gets up from his spot on the bead-filled beanbag chair and makes his way across the room, planting himself right in front of Steve.

They're so close that Steve can see his freckles and the miniscule specks of red-ish brown in his eyes. Eddie gets closer, their noses touching, before he leans in and presses his lips so softly and sweetly to Steve's that he thinks he might start to cry.

He's never felt like this before. He feels loved, appreciated, cherished. With Nancy, the feeling he had in his chest didn't even come close. It wasn't this strong, pulling Steve under until he's drowning and gasping for more all at once.

Their foreheads are pressed together, and one of them is making these little noises, whimpering almost. Steve guesses it's himself doing it, because he's on cloud nine while kissing the man he's been in love with for a year.

Steve has to pull back to catch his breath, and slowly, he opens his eyes, grinning at Eddie like a mad-man. He could die happily while kissing Eddie and not be mad.

Then Eddie smiles back, and he's so fucking beautiful Steve's heart flutters pathetically in his chest. He feels like he's dying and living, in Eddie's shitty trailer park room.

Eddie's the kind of beautiful that rots Steve from inside and out. Steve's not exaggerating, he's seen the type of beauty in Hollywood and in magazines, but there's something special about Eddie that makes him so gorgeous that Steve wants to sink and drown. His smile by itself makes him so weak he feels like collapsing onto the floor when he sees it. Maybe he's a little loony in love, but he's okay with it.

He's content. He's sleepy. He's happy.

He's in love.

Steve pulls Eddie in for another kiss, hand on the back of his neck, and they laugh together. Steve's chest won't stop hurting.

"I love you."

He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out, tumbling against Eddie's lips and into the air between their mouths. Eddie doesn't freeze or push Steve away, he just kisses him harder, saying all he needs to with his actions.

"I love you, too, Sunshine."

He really does owe Robin a kiss on the cheek and a bouquet of flowers for being right.

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You'll Always Have Me

pairing: javier peña x reader

summary: something about peña unsettles you. he has embedded into you so deeply that even though you keep saying his business isn’t your business, you end up following him. wherever he strays, you follow.

genre: fluff (& angst if you squint real hard)

word count: 1.3k

author's notes: hello! this is my first time writing for somebody else aside from spencer reid so i'm pretty excited about it. also, there's a taylor swift reference which i couldn’t help but add lol. anyway, i hope you'll love reading this!

YOU'D LIKE TO THINK YOU WERE IMMUNE FROM WORRYING OVER YOUR PERPETUALLY DEVIL-MAY-CARE PARTNER, JAVIER PEÑA. But, despite the countless bickering and borderline immature back-and-forth pranks between the two of you, you do care about the man, as much as you hate to admit it.

Unfortunately for you, Murphy, your other partner, knows that fact even though you've never said anything regarding the issue. It was as if being in a happy marriage gave the man a sixth sense or something. He knew that despite the disagreements, a part of you felt for Javier.

And so when Peña was rushing to get his leather jacket on and placing his gun in its holster, claiming another informant had vital information regarding the cartel, Murphy was quick to shoot you a look. The look saying, "Are you gonna let that impulsive dumbass meet with a sketchy informant alone?"

You groaned inwardly. You hate Murphy and his sixth sense. You decided right then and there, that you'd give him a piece of your mind once you're done making sure Javier wasn't endangering himself.

You headed to the parking area as soon as you could, knowing Javier he'd be off to God knows where in a minute. It seemed to be your lucky day because Javier hadn't left the area yet, preoccupied with a call, you deduced. Meticulously, you tiptoed toward the passenger side opened the door as gently as you could, and buckled the seatbelt before Javier finished whatever call he was on.

"Jesus, fuck!" Javier exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing here? Get out!"

You merely raised one perfectly made brow at the man. "For a DEA agent, you scare real easy, Peña," You mocked. "You sure this is the right job for you?"

At this, Javier rolled his eyes and sighed. "I don't have time for your bullshit, Cariño," He emphasized the endearment, knowing you hated it especially when it came out of his mouth. "I have an informant waiting for me. Now, get out."

"No."

"What?" Javier scowled. "What do you mean no? Get out! I don't have time for this."

"No, I'm not getting out," You matched the scowl adorning his face. "I'm coming with, and besides, knowing you? You're probably meeting with an informant." You stressed the last word.

You hate using that card because it wasn't like it was any of your business whom Javier was sleeping with. It wasn't but you can't help it. It's not like it should matter to you even if Javier was taking an informant to bed. Because despite his reputation, Peña gets the job done. You need to get the upper hand if you want Javier to take you with him.

“Fine,” He conceded, tired of arguing with you. “And for your information, I wasn’t meeting Gabriela. If I ever did meet with someone I slept with, it wouldn’t be during office hours. I’m not that depraved.”

You merely scoffed, blatantly ignoring the small twitch you felt deep inside hearing another woman’s name come out of his mouth. You don’t care. You never did.

Javier buckled in and started backing out of his parking spot, one hand placed behind your headrest. You glanced at the man beside you who was focused on his task. You get why women would flock over Javier. He was attractive. He had dark locks that slightly curl at the ends, a crooked nose that shouldn’t look as pretty as it does but it makes sense on his face, full, pink lips, and golden skin. Calling him beautiful would be selling him short. Javier Peña was beautiful, so to speak. Distracted by the thoughts of your partner’s pretty face, you didn’t notice he was now driving on the street, looking concerned at you spaced out.

“If you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart,” Javier broke the silence. “I’d start thinking you’re in love with me or something.” The man chuckled at his quip to which you responded with an eye roll.

“I’d rather shoot myself in the leg than be in love with you, Peña.” You uttered sarcastically while Javier only chuckled. “I honestly don’t understand why women fall at your feet. You’re average.”

This seemed to offend Peña who raised one brow. “Right. Keep telling yourself that, laughed. “Anyway, it’s usually Murphy who’s up my ass bothering me. Why are you here?”

“Technically, I’m also your partner,” You replied. “I can accompany you whenever I want.”

Javier frowned, unconvinced by your proclamation. It was true what he said though. Despite being partners with him, you made it your job to avoid him at all costs unless necessary. He was a magnet for trouble and you were a stickler for rules—or that’s what you’d like to think. Going after narcoterrorists have pushed you and everyone else chasing after them to do something you never thought of doing when you first signed up for this job.

But it is what it is.

However, something about Peña unsettles you. For some reason, he gets under your skin as no one has ever done—no matter what you do, you just can’t shake him off. He has embedded into you so deeply that even though you keep saying his business isn’t your business, you end up following him. Wherever he strays, you follow.

“Okay, fine,” You gave up, kind of.

He won’t know if you’re lying, right? It’s not like he’d go up to your boss and ask her about her “orders”. Right?

“Messina told me to go with you. You keep getting yourself into some shit that you can’t pull yourself out of on your own. Plus, if it was Murphy who came with you, he’d get dragged in. Messina thinks I’m the only one stubborn enough to go against you.”

It was both the truth and a lie. Messina would most definitely say something like that as Javier and Steve were like two peas in a pod. But it was also a lie. You’d go after Javier, you just pretend you wouldn’t.

“Right,” He mumbled.

You stared out the window.

A few minutes later, it seemed you had arrived where Javier was meeting up with this informant. Unbuckling your seatbelt, you were about to step out of the vehicle when Javier held your wrist.

"Stay here," He instructed. "He might get aggressive. I never told him I was bringing someone with me."

"I can take care of myself just fine."

Javier rolled his eyes and sighed. "I know that, but please. Stay here."

"Fine!" You raised your hands in surrender. "But the moment I feel something's wrong, I'm following you. Got it?"

Javier stared at you wordlessly.

"Why'd you always have to be everywhere I am?" He queried. "It's like no matter where I look, you're always there tagging along."

You gulped as Javier raised his brow at you.

"Well, someone's gotta save your ass," You stated, crossing your arms to appear assertive. "You always get into so much trouble. Someone has to save you if something goes wrong."

"And that someone's you?"

"Yeah, that's me," You murmured. "You'll always have me. I-I mean I'll always have your back 'cause we're partners. That's what partners do. I'm your partner."

You looked out the window, avoiding his stare. You were certain Javier was smirking at you now.

"I know that partner," Javier retorted. "You'll always have me too."

You turned to look at him in shock, a pink hue dusting your cheek. Javier simply laughed at your blatant show of bashfulness and flicked your nose.

"You're cute," He chuckled as you gasped, ready to deny what he just said. "But I gotta go. Stay here. I'll call you when I need your help."

He quickly shut the door and ran toward where he was meeting his informant to avoid your scolding.

"Get back here in one piece, Peña!" You screeched at him. "I have so much to yell at you, you prick!"

Javier merely saluted at you mockingly and winked.

The nerve!

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