#my inner fanboy/girl

[ruelin024]

i luv them 😭✨(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[fandomzwriterk]

Bi han x female reader x Kuai liang

Summary: Bi han and Kuai liang are both with liu Kang gathering champions and reader is one of them. When liu Kang first knocked on the reader's door and answered that is when they could not stop looking at you. The reason why liu Kang chose the reader is because they are skilled in various types of martial arts, know how to make a lot of poisons,skilled in weapons,and are very smart. They both fall for the reader,but the reader is oblivious to this and is not interested in relationships anyway,all she wants is to get stronger and make new friends.

- If you know the part in the game where Johnny cage meets them. This is what I want the request to be based on.

Thanks if you can do this 😄

A/N: “this is no prank” 🤣🤣🤣 Anyways this is kinda how my bf and I first met/acted in a zoom class so yeah…🤣🤣🤣 also this might be my favorite part aside from Tomas’ entrance in the game cause damnnnn he fineee😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Reader is a little based off Kiriko from Overwatch!! (I play her so I know her design/lore)

Kitsune of… Love?!

That night…

It had been a long night… and it couldn’t possibly get any worse, at least that’s what you had been hoping for. Your night was just perfectly annoying… because of one fanboy asshole and another one who was chasing around said fanboy. The one who had been holding your blade named Sento was face first into the marble flooring, his mouth shut with makeshift gags. He certainly wouldn’t shut up as soon as you beat his ass. So, you tied his arms behind his back and left him face first on the ground. The other had been more fortunate, only getting knocked out and tied to one of your dining room chairs. You didn’t dare ask the one who wouldn’t shut up and certainly couldn’t ask the knocked out guy. Surely it couldn’t get worse right?

Wrong

There was knocking on the door, so you sighed before picking up three kunai’s off the floor and holding them between your knuckles on your dominant hand. The other, empty in case someone dared to jump through the door as soon as you opened it. You opened it slightly having one eye peeking out into the street to see who it was. A man with long black hair and glowing white eyes greeted you, a smile as his two companions stared at you in curiosity.

“Y/n! It’s very good to see you. May I come inside?” He asked as his one hand moved to its right and in an ‘opening’ manner

Your guardians, may their souls be blessed wherever they were since they moved after you left home, raised you with manners and how to behave to guests, because “heaven forbid you decided to be a wild woman in your adulthood”. At least that’s how it was phrased as you were a little girl. You opened the door, much to your inner voice’s displeasure, and stared at the three men walking in. The one with white eyes stared at the man on the ground and then to the one strapped into the chair. A few of your weapons scattered about the living room stuck in the walls and dug into lots of your furniture. One of the men, wearing a blue gi and forming ice at his fingertips, stared at you as you walked around the room plucking out kunai’s, darts, and throwing knives from the walls.

“What in the name of the Elder Gods happened here?”

“Relax Bi Han. She’s not a threat.”

“Lord Liu Kang… who is she?”

You ignored their conversation, putting a hand on the chair and dragging it over to these new three men. It was heavy, looking to your side as you saw the one with bright white eyes look over the man passed out on the floor at his feet.

“My. You took down Johnny Cage… I’m impressed.”

You looked behind you, locking eyes with the other two men who stood behind you a few feet away, seeming to be ready to attack at any moment.

“The idiot wasn’t smart enough to do more research.”

“That’s Johnny for you.”

The one with white eyes took a step in for direction, making you take one back and ready a kunai. The one in blue made his move and charged before anyone could say anything.

“Bi Han! Stand down!”

The one named Bi Han froze, just as one of his hands was nearly going to grab you by the neck and throw you backwards. He grunted, walking to the other men and stood there with his arms crossed.

“Why are you here? How do you know my name? How did you find me?”

Granted, a mansion in Los Angeles surrounded by walls and fences next to a mountainside is the best spot but you sort of ‘earned’ this one. Who were you to say no to a glorious house you didn’t have to pay for.

“My name is Liu Kang, Protector of Earthrealm and god of fire. You, Y/n, are one of its champions.”

“You must be mistaken. I don’t know who or what you’re talking about. Perhaps you’re talking about needing a weapon of sorts?”

“No. I’m talking about you. You don’t remember us but trust me, I know a lot about you.”

He looked to the two men you’d beaten before he got here. One was named Johnny Cage, a massive fanboy of yours and he wasn’t the only one. The other, as you found out before making him pass out, was Kenshi Takahashi, a man also on the hunt for you. It wasn’t that you were in danger. No no no… they were the ones who were in danger.

“Alright then God of Fire… tell me something only you and I would know.”

“Your secret behind your prowess of your skills is that you are born from a family of healers, your parents having raised you in kinjitsu and using your Kitsune guide to harness your strength. You said you were destined to be a healer since your grandmother first taught you to start healing someone.”

You froze, never having told anyone this story of yourself to anyone… only keeping the darkness of your past behind you and try to forget it. This man was right, you’d been a healer and also a curser, someone who dabbled in poisons and deadly smaller weapons.

“How do you know that?”

“I know lots of things about you Y/n. I know of who you used to train with as a child as well. I know a lot more… if you care to hear about it.”

“Is this blackmail? So I do whatever you want me to do? No. I’m not like that. I’m better than that. You can’t control me with what you claim to know.”

“This is no blackmail Y/n. Trust me, I’m only here as a friend, just like how I’m here for Kenshi and Johnny.”

Bi Han moved past Liu Kang, readying an icicle spear with his hands ready to attack.

“Bi Han don’t.”

“She won’t listen to reason and I intend-“

You quickly shot a dart into Bi Han’s neck, seeing his expression change to fear as he fell onto his back and didn’t move once he hit the floor. Liu Kang just stood there with his arms crossed, holding back a laugh.

“By the Elder gods what did you do to him?”

You dusted off your shoulder, just to flex on Bi Han who lay paralyzed on the floor.

“Easy. Wolfbane. Paralysis and numbness, just below the lethal amount. Had I put any more and he’d be shitting himself and puking his guts out. He should’ve listened to you and not moved. Just give him Thyme and Lamb’s Creat in a wine. He’ll be fine in a few hours… maybe more.”

Liu Kang chuckled, leaving Kuai Liang sweating as he felt fear creep up his spine at the fear this woman in front of him radiated.

“There’s our classic Y/n I know. Care to follow us back home?”

You paused for a moment, thinking about whether or not the consequences of your actions would affect you. Surely nothing bad could come of this right?

Many, many months later…

Yeah… you didn’t regret meeting the other Champions. Raiden and Kung Lao were so happy to have you as a mentor, granted you aren’t much older than them. They watched you fight with such awe. It was almost like they regarded you as an equal to Liu Kang. You were strong, beating the both of them and Kenshi and Johnny again. You could train all day every day, as long as you didn’t hurt yourself. It was fun being able to get stronger in a way you never could as a child. All you had were two trainees you had grown alongside. It felt so relieving, being able to get better without anyone stopping you and now having an occasional “fan” watching you.

“You sure like to keep that blade don’t you now Johnny? You better not lose it, it’s still mine.”

“Yeah yeah I got it. Don’t break the sword.”

You rolled your eyes as Johnny and Kenshi walked away, going off to find Geras and Liu Kang, as they had a mission for the two men, along with Raiden and Kung Lao. Both weren’t happy and they’d much rather train with you, but they couldn’t say no to Liu Kang.

“Be safe and don’t do anything stupid.” You answered back

You went back to your training against the floppy dummy behind held in front of you with a stand. You’d purposely brought your dull knives on this occasion, since wearing down your good pairs would be pointless. As of now, you’d only lost one throwing knife since you’ve been here, having it get frozen and broken by Bi Han.

“You seem bored.” A voice called behind you

You looked behind you, seeing both Kuai Liang and Bi Han strutting up to you, specifically noticing Kuai Liang’s eyes focused on you. They seemed excited.

“Would you like someone to train with?”

“Or two?”

Sure? Why not indulge in showing off to the brothers? After all nothing bad could happen from this!

Wrong again…

Yep. That was a bad idea. It wasn’t even five minutes before Bi Han started correcting you, and you could see Kuai Liang cringing in the corner.

“Now do this… put this here-“

“You can stop overcorrecting brother.”

Bi Han shot his brother a look, Kuai clearly mad at something as well.

“I’m just making sure she’s fine.”

“I’m sure she can handle herself. She did beat you.”

You let out a small laugh as Kuai’s eyes settled to you, something comforting and warm inside them. Bi Han then turned his head to face you, you felt like winning against Bi Han might’ve been a really good thing. His ego was as large as he was, and it needed to get cut a little.

“Oh shut up little brother. You’re one to talk.”

Kuai playfully shrugged and moved to be by your side, turning you around so your attention was now on him. You could see Bi Han glare at his brother, then had a soft smile when he turned his head to you.

“Come on Bi Han. Let’s do this together.”

“Together? Why would I share a student with you?”

“Because we both can teach her something.”

“Oh please brother, like you have anything to teach that I didn’t learn. You and Tomas both. After all, I am Grand Master and leader of the Lin Kuei. What can you do that I can’t?”

“Not have my head up my ass like you.”

Alright time to go. You closed your eyes, shifting your hands into a ninjitsu symbol and felt yourself turn into air. You needed to be somewhere, anywhere away from these two. Maybe by sheer coincidence, you came stumbling into the room stumbling into Liu Kang, Raiden, and Tomas.

“Oh! Y/n! What brings you here?” Raiden asked

“Please don’t let them-“

“I’ve got you. Take this, I can distract them.”

Tomas threw you a smoke bomb, just one for you to escape and hide from his brothers. Raiden followed as he and Liu Kang let Tomas walk ahead.

“I really can’t believe I’m in a family with those two.”

To be continued….?

A/n: yeahhhhhh I’m sorry I’ve been taking so long I swear I’m working on them. Life’s been really shitty over the last 3 weeks so yeah… I’m mega unmotivated🥲 Anyways… PLEASE DON’T SPOIL DLC CAUSE I HAVEN’T PLAYED IT YET!!! Thank you, goodnight! Hope you enjoyed!

[sunsuns-babie]

If I Get My Way {K.SUNOO x F!READER}

2 HOT 4 U

Y/n Marsh: Sophomore @/Decelis Uni, Music Education Major (Studying to be Composer or Producer later), Anti-Romantic, Doesn’t want to date again because of her ex, Taylor Swift fan, Kind of jaded more so towards people that aren’t her inner circle, friends with Lee Heeseung and Jang Wonyoung

Anton Lee: Sophomore @/Decelis Uni, Graphic Design Major (chose it for fun), Rich as fuck, Spoils his friends with his riches after bullying them (lovingly) for being poor, Just here for the vibes, Acts like he hates everyone in their circle but wouldn’t actually trade them for anyone else… even if they’re annoying, Wannabe cowboy

Ning Yizhuo: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Game Design Major (Studying to be a video game developer), Delulu, Fangirl for the Uni’s top male figure skater Park Sunghoon, Publicly declares her love for him, Fights the voices in her head that tell her to be crazy (and loses), Realistically she’s more tame she’s just a mega Sunghoon fangirl online

Jennifer Huh aka Yunjin: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Music Major (Studying to help her with her aspirations of being an artist), Beefing with Beomgyu 25/8 over Y/n, Likes Girls (Generation), Hates Men (secretly likes only the ones in her friend group), BIG Taylor Swift fan, Had a crush on Y/n at one point in time

Stephen Yoon aka Keeho: Junior @/Decelis Uni, Computer Engineering Major (who knew he was smart), Horniest motherfucker to ever exist, Acts like a manwhore but actually doesn’t sleep around, His hand is his best friend, Flirty when he wants to be, Smokes Weed

Karina Yu aka Jimin: Senior @/Decelis Uni, Music Education Major (Studying more towards being a choreographer rather than producer like Y/n), MOTHER in both ways, Hottest Girl on campus, Has fanboys and a fan club, Takes care of the group, Y/n’s roommate, Cooks for everyone, Tutors local kids and people on campus for money

Hwang Yeji: Senior @/Decelis Uni, Dance Major (Studying so she can teach others how to dance and maybe open up her own school), Dating Shin Ryujin, Sort of friends but not that close to Sunoo’s group of friends because of her girlfriend, The most mentally sane next to Karina, Works at a cat cafe

Choi Beomgyu: Junior @/HYBE Uni, Music Education Major (Studying to help him produce his own music and become an artist), He’s very much gay and into men but is Y/n’s biggest simp, Everyone thinks he might be bi with how much he loves Y/n, He himself doesn’t even know if he’s joking anymore about being in love with her or if he actually is…, A crackhead metaphorically he’s actually scared of drugs

Choi Yeonjun: Senior @/HYBE Uni, Fashion Design Major (has a passion for fashion), Acts like a manwhore and is one, sleeps around on his campus, doesn’t want an actual relationship just wants a good fuck, Smokes weed with Keeho, Always knows about parties happening at both HYBE & Decelis

Choi Soobin: Senior @/HYBE Uni, Early Childhood Education Major (he’s a softie cutie pie who loves kids), Y/n’s ex boyfriend, doesn’t like social media but has accounts for Y/n, #1 Hater of Y/n’s Ex after him, Clingy towards Y/n, Awkward & Nerdy but oh so cute, Has a secret girlfriend that only Yeonjun & Y/n know about, Is a tutor for elementary school kids

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IN WHICH: Kim Seonwoo aka Sunoo is a Sophomore at Decelis University and has a crush on the pretty Music Education Major Y/n Marsh. Seems like a match made in heaven since he’s also a Music Education Major and has had a crush on her since Freshman year when he met her at orientation… well sort of. He’s a little delusional about her but that’s okay, right? When finally given the opportunity to get to know her and potentially date her some weird things start happening that Sunoo doesn’t quite understand… which leads to the postponement of his grand plan to confess his feelings for Y/n. At the end of the day does he get the girl or does he miss out and think of what could’ve been?

ALSO IN WHICH: Sunoo and Y/n’s friends also have their own storylines and side quest relationships happening simultaneously with theirs.

A/N: There’s probably spelling errors somewhere in this post but I tried to catch & fix most of them.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

Description: Mickey Garcia has always had dance in his soul. It shocked everyone he knew when he didn't follow the music and dance in his soul for a career. Instead he became a Naval Aviator - a Weapons Systems Officer, in fact, and didn't regret that decision even once. Some part of him knew that he would find his dance partner one day. After the Uranium Mission, the restlessness in his soul lead to Mickey going dancing, and that's where he'd found you. At first things between the two of you were just fun. But what happens when Mickey wants more? Can he convince you just how good the two of you could be dancing in step for the rest of your lives? Disclaimer: Female!Reader Word Count: 2947 Author’s Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic as yet another installment for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event. This time, it's based on the song Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go) by Wham! This is my first official oneshot for Fanboy and I really love it! I hope you all do too! All of the bold and italicized parts are lyrics from the song! My Masterlist

Miguel Garcia has always had a dancer’s heart. Growing up in Miami, Florida, he’s been surrounded by music since the day he was born in an inner-city hospital to two people with pure music in their souls. If you asked either of his parents, they’d have thought he’d grow up to be a Merengue, Cumbia, or Salsa dancer. Instead, Miguel chose to join the Navy. When he was so serious, so sure of the decision, who were they to stop him? He’d worked incredibly hard to climb the ranks, but he’d never lost the rhythm in his heart. What was harder to find was the girl who dances in a complimentary rhythm to his own. 

It hasn’t helped either that he’s been deployed around the world for most of his career. It has been an incredibly fulfilling life, but a solitary one. Sure he has Reuben, who Mickey can unequivocally class as both a best friend and a brother, but it's not the same. A part of him has always wanted the kind of love his parents share, the kind of love he'd grown up with. The Uranium mission had seemed like the turning point in his career. The admiralty had formed a new squadron, electing to keep the Daggers together, and he was (he is) happy to have a permanent place to call home. It had finally felt like he had a family again. But something was still missing - someone was still missing.

He'd started up his old habits from his youth once more. Weekend after weekend he'd hit the dance clubs of San Diego, dancing with everybody who wanted to, until the nervous thrum in his veins had quieted once more. That was the only way he’d been able to fall asleep with the new monotony his life had taken. It had been one such night after a terribly boring week when he saw you for the first time. You were laughing and carefree, each elegant movement looking like poetry on the dance floor of the small salsa bar. It was the first time all night he’d felt the incessant energy thrumming under his skin grow quiet. 

"Hi, can I cut in?" He'd asked.

"Sure," You'd giggled. The minute you put your hand in his, he'd been lost to the music in your eyes and the rhythm of your soul. You'd felt like sin under his fingertips and your smile had been brighter than the sun. Mickey had not wanted to let go of you all night.

That rhythm had translated into what was the best sex of his life in the months following your serendipitous meeting. But night after night he always woke up in his simple, shitty little base apartment to the sight of you slipping out of the door like you'd never been in his bed to begin with. Just like that, too, he'd stay awake an hour longer to see your posts on social media about dancing in the Gaslamp Quarter. And every night he'd fall back to sleep wishing that one day soon your heart would beat to the same rhythm as his own. He'd known you'd wanted something light, "Just fucking, just for fun", you'd murmured in your musical voice that first night. And just fucking, just for fun was where he'd stayed.

Mickey isn’t sure when it happened, but you've been haunting his every thought. He only needs to blink and he can see your smile, your sparkling eyes, and everything about you in technicolor swimming in front of his eyes. All of a sudden, your arrangement isn’t enough. He wants to dance through life with you, not just waltz you into his bed every few nights. It’s no lie that work keeps you busy, just like the Navy keeps him. He knows you love it, dancing by night and during the day writing reviews of the places you danced at for one of San Diego's travel websites. But Mickey can't help wanting more of you.

Even when he's supposed to be flying, he's only thinking of you. His inattention could cause him to make some serious mistakes, but he can’t stop. The one time he’d mentioned it to Payback, he’d regretted it too. Reuben was no help. His advice had been, "Just tell her how you feel. Then you can woo her!"

Well, Reuben may know exactly what to say to Emily, his wife, but Mickey still has no idea what to say to you. Or when, to be honest. You're barely around for more than a few hours at a time. And when you are, your pretty mouth is too occupied to do much talking.

After months of trying and failing to tell you how he feels, Mickey's decided he has to take matters into his own hands and track you down at one of these clubs. He has to dance with you, take advantage of the close proximity and your body pressed against his to tell you the truth. But he has no idea what your schedule is. So Mickey does what he does best, analyzes all of the facts. If he can do it in the back of a jet, he can track you down, right? The first thing he does is call your best friend.

"Hey, Maria. Do you have any idea what Angel's doing this weekend?" Her response had been vague at best, something about a themed dance night at one of the clubs in the city. Okay, it's a start. But it's October. Nearly every dance club in the city is throwing themed dance nights Friday through Sunday. That's not going to help much. 

You'd mentioned something to him a couple of nights ago, about reviewing the theme night happening at one of the newest clubs in town. It was one of the few words of pillow talk he actually remembered before your mouth was doing wicked things that made his heart rate skyrocket. Now if only he could remember what kind of theme night. Not hip hop, funk, or soul. It could've been a kpop night, but you'd mentioned something about lycra? What the hell does lycra have to do with dance? Before he can update his list, his phone gets snatched right out of his hands. It's Hangman, because of course it is, and the nosey fucker's already looking into Mickey's phone like it's his god-given right to do so.

"Well, well, well, Fanboy. You like going dancing on weekends? Picking up the ladies?" The glare Mickey levels at the obnoxious blond could have been powerful enough to set him up in flames. 

"Can I have my phone back, please, Bagman?" But Hangman just keeps scrolling, quite gleefully ignoring his pleas.

"Nah. This is too interesting." He squints at the screen. "What do dancing and lycra have to do with each other?"

"I wish I knew. My girlfriend, I guess, mentioned going to one of these Halloween theme dance nights this weekend. And she mentioned something about lycra and one of the places she's going this weekend." Mickey should not be grateful to have his phone back, not when Jake just slumps down on the sofa and starts brainstorming out loud. Most of his suggestions are frankly ludicrous and the longer Mickey hears him talk the more his head pounds. 

By the time training is over for the day, every single Dagger knows and has contributed their two cents. Mickey's more than exhausted and all he wants is his Angel, but you're not there. But as it stands, there is a monster in his stomach growling loudly and he’s covered in sweat. So into the locker room he goes, praying that the guys have something, anything to talk about other than his Angel search. 

Of course the minute he walks into the locker room he’s bombarded with even more suggestions. At that moment, Mickey has to remind himself that he likes these people. They may be pains in his ass but he likes them.

"Aww, c'mon Fanboy! This is your girl we're talking about. So what's she like in bed? She has to be a bombshell in and out of bed to keep your attention." Mickey's not quite sure what to say to Jake's comment because you are. He calls you his Angel for a reason after all. But he's never once indulged in locker room shop talk and he isn't going to now. Not when he's not even sure how you feel about him and everything.

So he just shrugs and turns on the shower. With the hot water pounding down around him the tight band of pressure across his temples eases. It helps that Hangman has finally, finally shut up about Angel's weekend plans, too.

But it feels like it's nearly too good to be true. Because the squadron is at the Hard Deck later that night, and Mickey gets cornered by Natasha and Bob.

"So, Fanboy." Bob's smiling good naturedly as he pushes a soda towards Mickey. "What's your girlfriend like? The other guys probably just want the dirty details but you look happy, man. I'd love to know more about her if you'd like to tell me about her? Nix and I both would."

Under their gentle smiles and easy demeanors it's almost too easy to state all of the ways Mickey adores you. He probably sounds like a broken, stuck record, prattling on and on about your soft hair, sweet smile and your big brain. He even pulls up one of your reviews to share and oh. Oh. He's in love with you. But he’s not sure how he’s going to tell you, not at all.

“Okay, you obviously love this girl.” Mickey can only nod at Natasha’s fondly amused tone. “So why aren’t you tracking her down to tell her so?”

For the first time in weeks, an idea starts to crystallize in his mind. “Would you guys be able to help me find her? She’s supposed to be reviewing one of the Halloween theme nights this weekend. But all Angel told me is something involving lycra.”

"Maybe she is going to wear lycra? Like for eighties jazzercise?" Mickey’s so excited he could kiss Bob for that suggestion. Sure enough there is only one place hosting an eighties theme night this weekend. It would be too much to hope that he could manage to go alone. Because the minute Bob’s found the club, Hangman is right there to start planning a night of it. Before too long, Mickey’s quest to tell his Angel how he really feels has turned into a Dagger’s night out and a complete and total mess.

Come Saturday night, Mickey’s one of the first Daggers ready to leave base and head out for the night. He's not wearing anything too out of the ordinary, opting for a wide collared shirt, and trousers. The one difference is how his curls cascade over his forehead and the retro shades covering his eyes. It doesn't surprise Mickey at all to see Natasha appear in the parking lot minutes later dressed in lycra and a leotard, big puffy hair, sweatbands, leg warmers and all. Bob wearing a turtleneck and slacks and Reuben when he finally drives up is dressed like Mickey is. But the true surprises of the Daggers seem to be Rooster and Hangman who walk up side by side in matching leggings, leotards, wristbands and headbands. Javy appears sedately behind the duo, dressed similarly to Bob.

Mickey feels kind of like the Ringmaster of a particularly rowdy circus as he leads the way into the club not longer after. It feels like entering an alternate universe. The music is so loud he feels it in his bones. Everyone’s wearing bright colors and dressed like they stepped right out of the 80s. There are more than a few people wearing lycra like Nat, Hangman and Rooster. Already, Mickey can feel the thrum of the beat in his blood. But as much as he’d like to dance, he’s a man with a mission.

He melts into the crowd before Nat and Hangman are back with the first round. If he knows you correctly, and he thinks he does, you’ll be right in the middle of the dance floor. You’ve said it a hundred times, that the center of the dance floor is where you can get the best idea of what the mood is for a club. Sure enough, he finds you in the center of the dance floor. 

The sight of you, it takes his breath away. Lit up by the glow of the lights, you look ethereal. Your eyes are closed as your body moves to the beat.  Much like Nat, you’re in leggings and a leotard too, your hair a halo of curls around your head. But your leotard is more than a little sexier, only a scrap of fabric covering your breasts. You look like sin, your bare arms sparkling under the neon lights as beads of sweat drip down your neck. It’s obvious all the other men on the dance floor want you for themselves too, because one after the other, they keep trying to grind up on you. 

When your eyes open, they glimmer with rage, rage you rightfully use to push the wandering hands off of your skin. Rage that melts into a sweet O of surprise when you see him standing there.

“Miguel?” Here’s another reason why he loves you. The way you say his name is like music. He takes your hand just as the beats of an all too familiar song pound through the speakers.

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

Jitterbug

"Hi, Angel." Mickey's voice would be barely audible were it not for the way he murmurs the words right into your ear. "I missed you."

You look flattered at his innocent admission, and Mickey's not sure why. 

"I remember you saying something about an Eighties Dance Night. It didn't take long to find this place."

To your credit, you let Mickey twirl you around the dance floor for a few more seconds before you pretty glistening lips part.

"Why do you miss me, Miguel?" You look like you're almost scared of the answer you're going to get. So instead, Mickey croons the lyrics of the song playing into your ear.

"You take the grey skies outta my way (ooh-ooh)

You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day

You turned a bright spark into a flame (yeah-yeah)

My beats per minute never been the same"

Now there's understanding in your beautiful eyes and as much as Mickey wants to turn tail and hide, instead a glorious smile takes over your face. He doesn't object at all as you drag him outside. In the quiet, he finally, finally hears the staccato rush of your frenzied breaths, calming in tune to your own.

“Mickey, I …” You look lost all of a sudden and Mickey can’t stand to see that look on your face. So he steps forward and kisses you, slow and sweet, pouring all of his pent up feelings into the soft, tender kiss.

“Angel, please. This once, can I talk?” At your nod, he continues. “I know you just wanted some fun, and that was what I wanted too. But sweetheart, I can’t do this anymore. Cielito, it hurts too much.”

Your face falls at his words, and he can almost see the walls come up around your heart.

“I’m almost certain I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand that you’ve left me sleepin' in my bed. I was dreamin' but I should've been with you instead. Wake me up before you go-go. Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.” Your giggle when Mickey starts singing the song is far better than your tears would have been.

“You’re a sap, Miguel Garcia.” But even as you say the words, you’re stepping into his arms. You taste like strawberries as he sucks on your plush lips and it's a taste he's not sure he'll ever get tired of. “I’m pretty sure that I’m falling in love with you too.”

"Come home with me, baby? And stay the night?" Your grin and nod makes his smile feel like a mile wide as he calls an Uber. You’re all over him on the drive to the base gate and all of a sudden it feels like the world is still. Because you’re in his apartment, and then on his bed, the scrap of fabric covering your tits riding up until it’s not covering anything at all. Your moan is musical, too, as he leaves wet kisses over his skin. But Mickey’s sure he likes you best when you’re completely naked and in his arms, a sheen of sweat over your soft skin as you pant against his chest. Your mind looks to be finally, completely silent, and your lips are pillow soft as you press soft kisses over his heart.

“Miguel?” Your voice is a little rough, vocal cords rubbed raw as you snuggle in closer.

“Yeah, Angel?” Mickey’s sure he’ll never get tired of you, not when you’re blinking sleepily at him.

“Take me out for brunch in the morning?” For some reason your sleepy words make him happier than he’s felt in a long time.

“I can do that, beautiful. But you’ll have to wear my clothes. I don’t think that lycra set of yours should be worn in public, ever again.” He has to stifle his chuckles when all he hears is a soft snuffling snore. There’s no way you’re going out dancing without him tonight. You’re too worn out. Is it a crime that he likes you that way?

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Oh, What's This? MORE Random Fanfic Quotes!

“Wow, kid, did you lose your respect for your elders in that villain fight? You know, if we hurry, we might be able to find it and surgically reattach it.”

*

The greenet nodded again, his inner fanboy screeching that All Might remembered his words, but that was a very small, distant screech as if covered by several futon.

*

Sir Nighteye looked at the hand, smirked slightly, and adjusted his glasses. “That would be spoilers , All Might.”

The elevator dinged to their destination, and Sir Nighteye bellowed at his employees - both pro heroes, the blond intern, and his support staff - as he approached.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK, ALL MIGHT IS THROWING BOWLS OF SOBA AT PEOPLE!”

“I AM HERE, WITH A LATE LUNCH!”

Shrill screaming filled the room.

*

Like any person who has just realised that the sign they passed by had said ‘minefield’, the erasure hero started to feel out his options as he tentatively answered, “… yes…?”

*

“You remember how I said that… it .. is a type of stockpiling quirk?”

“Yes, you said it was like a well full of water…”

“Excellent! Following that analogy, what do you think would happen if you were to pour all that water into a bucket, all at once?”

“It would… oh, and I’m the bucket?”

“You’re the bucket,” All Might confirmed.

There was a pregnant pause on the line as Izuku imagined trying to contain all of All Might’s strength with just his body, his eyes drifting to the ‘food liquidizer’ that sat on his mother’s kitchen bench.

Finally, he answered: “I’m going to need a bigger bucket.”

*

“After all, if I couldn’t trust each and every one of them with the secret of One For All, how could I possibly trust them with children ?”

*

Walking out of the lecture halls adjacent to the school block and orienting himself towards the cafeteria, Izuku swore that his ears still rang with echoes of Snipe’s rapid-fire guns and gun safety brief (which frequently flew into what was eventually a half hour version of gun history with almost literal bullet points as Snipe used examples of ammunition to demonstrate the timeline). His eyes felt strained at the dozens of guns and other props, like bullets and magazines that Snipe had given him for demonstration purposes.

By the end of the gun infodump, Izuku had one thought remaining:

So that’s what that feels like.

*

Mt. Lady:

Honestly I’m just afraid that if I tried to pick up and throw Mirko she’d kick me over the moon, giant or not.

Analyst Kid:

That’s fair.

*

“So, uh, All Might, how do you activate your quirk? Or is there a switch somewhere…?” Izuku asked, one of the questions that had always made him wonder.

The teachers all seemed to be interested too, because they all leaned in a little closer as Izuku asked his question..

“Well…” All Might’s cheeks flushed a little red and the man positively radiated embarrassment as he stepped closer and lowered his voice. “I, uh… I clench my buttcheeks and yell ‘smash’.”

Nezu’s eyes bulged in their sockets as tea came out of his nostrils in twin sprays before he turned into a mess of sputtering and fur, his paws rapidly scraping the liquid from his waistcoat. 

Eraserhead, meanwhile, was staring skywards and trembling like he was struggling to not die from a heart attack caused by second-hand embarrassment. Or he was trying not to burst out laughing at the number one pro and the person that was signing his paychecks. 

Recovery Girl simply fell over and began to cackle.

“I know, okay!? It works, so I never tried anything else!” Yagi let out an aggrieved groan as he heard Midoriya stuff his fist into his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

Nezu blew while holding his paw down over a nostril, flushing out the last of the tea. “Midoriya-kun, I think you should go for another run.”

*

A feeling of ravenous hunger hit Izuku like he owed it money. 

*

Sero changed their nickname to Scotch.

BlueFast : Sero-kun! Alcohol references are inappropriate!

Scotch : It’s a brand of tape, Iida.

BlueFast : … Ah. Of course. My mistake.

[PM Kaminari — Sero]

Kaminari : It’s totally a booze ref isn’t it?

Sero : Duh. He doesn’t need to know that.

*

CutiET : I sleep like a fucking baby, thankyouverymuch.

Kermitdóttir : Getting up every couple hours demanding food must exhaust your parents, ribbit.

*

BlueFast : I will maintain my dedication to my principles!

ModestMouse : Fuck yeah, Iida-kun! You stick to those guns!

BlueFast : … Et tu, Uraraka-kun?

ModestMouse : Iida-kun, my parents own a construction company.

BlueFast : Objection grudgingly withdrawn.

*

ZappySus : Look, as far as I’m concerned my parents have never done any of that stuff and I was left by the stork.

*

ModestMouse: I’m not gonna unpack that right now. I’m just gonna start mixing up rice flour and be glad I was gonna make mochi today anyway.

CutiET: Oh? What’s the occasion?

ModestMouse: The occasion is that we got frigging attempted murdered yesterday and mochi makes me happy.

*

CutiET: Maintaining a regular schedule is crucial to achieving our goals?

BlueFast: Maintaining a regular sched…

BlueFast: Yes. That. Exactly. With no irony.

*

SmallMight : Good fucking luck.

CutiET : WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT WORD!?

*

ZappySus : But you gotta admit it makes things more exciting!

ZappySus : Like an epic battle! But without the likelihood of death!

*

AuxcuseYou: And anyway, Iida, bands name themselves stupid shit all the time. My folks’ band was called Deep Dope for crying out loud.

AuxcuseYou: What does that even mean? Do you know? I don’t. Neither do they, I’ll bet.

*

Invisibitch: How about Shoji though? Bur-ly! 

CutiET: Heck yeah! Gettin’ those huggin’ muscles to level up!

BestHugs: I feel like I have more to offer the world than just hugs.

Invisibitch: Of course you do!

BestHugs: Thank you, Hagakure.

Invisibitch: I’ll bet your piggyback game is on point too!

BestHugs: Oh for crying out loud.

*

CutiET: Mistakes were made.

BlueFast: How do you mean, Ashido-kun?

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

Invisibitch: Mina-chaaaan! It’s Saturday! It’s too early for this!

CutiET: Can’t sleep. Transitive property will get me.

*

Invisibitch: Life’s too short to just sit back and look at what you want!

Invisibitch: Reach out and grab it like you’re a baby koala!

HornBuddy: That’s a super manly way of looking at things, Hagakure!

Invisibitch: Thanks! 

Invisibitch: I think! 

Invisibitch: Though I am, in fact, a woman!

HornBuddy: Manliness has nothing to do with gender! It means living with no regrets!

Invisibitch: That definition of manliness seems dubious, but I like your enthusiasm!

HornBuddy: Good enough for me!

*

ZappySus: Hey, Kirishima, why’re you up on the roof?

Kermitdóttir: What?

ZappySus: He’s up on the roof.

Kermitdóttir: Strange, ribbit.

ZappySus: What the fuck! 

Kermitdóttir: What happened!?

Kermitdóttir: Kaminari-chan?

ZappySus: That gave me a FUCKING heart attack!

Kermitdóttir: WHAT?

ZappySus: He fucking jumped off the roof!

ZappySus: I was freaking out!

ZappySus: Was like “No! Bro! It’s not worth it!”

*

Floofbringer uploaded DeerWithSkunkArtillery.MP4

AveImperator: Holy hell, Koda, how much of this stuff do you have?

Floofbringer: Um, I probably wouldn’t have to stop for a few weeks.

Floofbringer uploaded RaccoonPaperTubeSamurai.GIF

Floofbringer: Or months.

AveImperator: Wow.

Invisibitch: I told you.

Invisibitch: He hasn’t sent me the same thing twice.

Floofbringer uploaded StopTouchingIAmTheNight.PNG

Floofbringer: Years wouldn’t be out of the question, honestly…

*

ZappySus: Is it too late to call in dead?

CutiET: Yes. 

CutiET: Because if you don’t bring me that latte I said I’d pay you for, I will hunt you down.

ZappySus: Noted.

CutiET: The last thing you will see will be glowing yellow eyes. 

ZappySus: Right. 

ZappySus: Got it. 

ZappySus: No need to continue.

CutiET: The last thing you hear, the sound of sizzling.

ZappySus: Help.

*

AuxcuseYou: I’ve got a portable music player with some good speakers as long as that genny will hold out okay, Uraraka?

ModestMouse: I’ll plug it in tonight so it’s all charged up. It should be good for at least three or four hours.

ZappySus: Ahem.

ZappySus: Excuse me, but we have again forgotten that I exist.

ZappySus: It’ll last until the end of time.

*

CutiET: I feel like you’ve got a cheese problem, Aoyama.

Scintillement: I can quit any time I like!

*

SmallMight : I love quirks. They’re the best things ever.

SmallMight : But still. “Nature” gave us nonsense like bodies made out of cement, or the ability to make physics our bitch, or combustion engines built into our bodies.

*

Kermitdóttir : Two days.

Kermitdóttir : I leave port for two days and Hosu burns down.

Kermitdóttir : What the hell, ribbit?

Scotch : Clearly you are the primary deterrent for the League of Villains.

Scotch : You can never leave again.

Kermitdóttir : Well, I mean, I GUESS.

*

“You, uh…You gonna look at us any time soon?” Gus asked later, smirking.

Hunter continued to stare at the ceiling. The tips of his ears were still pink.

“Nope,” he said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, the uh- the ceiling’s so neglected, you know? I should pay more attention to it.”

*

“He fell down an empty well,” Emira explained with a wince.

“Not empty,” Edric said cheerfully. “There were rocks at the bottom!”

-

Oh my god

[riahlynn101]

Dad December - Day Seven: "Blizzard."

*A rare dadmight one shot from me :D!!

Summary: A snowball fight turns sour when All Might gives Izuku a concussion.

word count: 1,286

@daddecember

--

It’s a few days into Christmas break.  A blizzard hit last night, leaving the ground covered in a thick layer of snow, blanketing everything in sight. Almost everyone in class 1-A has gone home. Everyone except Izuku, who’s on lockdown because of All for One and Shigaraki.

Thankfully, he’s allowed to go home from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day, provided All Might comes with him. But that’s a thin comfort when he’s forced to endure the brunt of the break alone. 

At least he has All Might, Eri, and Mr. Aizawa. 

His mentor and him stand across from each other. They eye one another. Izuku’s fingers twitch. He only has one shot at this. If he messes up….

Izuku pulls his arm back, and using a touch of One for All’s power, slings the snowball at All Might.

“Oh, it’s on!” His mentor shouts, dodging to the side. 

Eri and Mr. Aizawa are taking a nap, so All Might’s in charge of watching him. Though, Izuku hates the term. It feels like he’s a little kid again, with none of the benefits of actually being a child. He knows the adults ordered the extra protection to keep him safe, but…..

Izuku lunges to the ground, rolling out of the way. He gets a faceful of snow for his efforts, but none of All Might’s hits land. 

He shakes the snow off his face. That was too close. He can’t afford to lose focus. His mentor is the best of the best. All Might didn’t stay number one for decades by being mediocre. 

Heavy footfalls approach him from behind. Frantically, Izuku grabs fistfuls of snow. The cold has started to seep into his gloves-the gloves his mother lovingly knitted and gifted him last Christmas-numbing his fingertips. 

The footsteps stop. Before Izuku can say or do anything, a tightly packed snowball is lugged at his head. It feels heavier than a balled-up pile of snow, and Izuku hears a thud after it lands. Pain radiates from the back of his skull all the way down to his spinal cord. 

Izuku falls face first into the snow. His face hurts from the cold, but his head hurts more. 

All Might stands above him, laughing goodnaturedly. A large hand wipes the excess snow off Izuku’s jacket. “My boy?” He asks, voice as reassuring as always. Even in immense amounts of pain, Izuku can’t help his inner fanboy from freaking out. He still can’t get over that All Might- the All Might-calls him-plain old, useless, Deku-“my boy.” 

“M’ h’d hur’s,” Izuku says, words muffled and slurred. 

In a blink of an eye, Izuku is lifted out of the snow. All Might puts him on his own two feet, steadying him with his hands on Izuku’s shoulders. 

The world is moving too fast for Izuku to comprehend the worried, almost frantic questions that his mentor is throwing at him. He blinks slowly, trying to think through the pain. 

(C’mon, Izuku, you’ve been through worse. No way a small hit to the back of the head-with snow of all things-is going to be the thing that takes you down.)

Izuku forces himself to smile.

“Young Midoriya, you don’t look well. I should take you to the infirmary.” 

Nausea wells up in Izuku. He feels off balanced, untethered. But his need to reassure those around him superseeds his need to pass out. He smiles again, giving All Might a thumbs-up for good measure. 

“‘m fine, Allll Mighttt. Jus’ need to si-” Izuku falls straight into All Might’s arms. 

-x-x-x-

When he comes to, staring at the tiled ceiling of the infirmary (a place he’s come to see as a third home of sorts), All Might is sitting next to his bedside. Seeing that Izuku’s awake, All Might gives him a smile. But the worried, slightly panicked look in his eyes gives him away. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Good.” He rubs the back of his head. “A little sore. What happened?”

All Might shifts in his seat. 

Recovery Girl answers for him. “Mister Plus Ultra over here went a little too beyond and gave you a concussion.” Even though her words aren’t directed at Izuku, he still cringes back. “Having a snowball fight,” she sighs, exasperated. “Of all things to get injured doing.”

Izuku and All Might both bow their heads, ashamed (and a little afraid of the little old lady scolding them). 

“Well…what’s done is done. And I’m just glad it’s not more broken bones.” She turns her full attention to Izuku. “Now, you. Take some Tylenol and rest up. All Might or Aizawa will wake you up every three hours to make sure you’re still breathing. My quirk healed most of the injury, but there might still be some tenderness.”

Izuku laughs nervously. “I’m not dying, right?” He looks at his mentor. 

“Of course not. Just routine, and it’s the least that one over there can do.” She points her cane at All Might. “One last thing before I release you.”

“Yeah?” 

“Please, be careful. The last thing I want is for you to miss going home, because you two decided that sticking a fork in an outlet was a good idea.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“Sorry,” All Might echoes. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

“No.” Recovery Girl gives them a stern look. She points her cane at Izuku and then at All Might. “No more snowball fights until after Christmas. I’m going to be off campus for the next week. So, I need you two to be on your best behavior.”

They nod.

-x-x-x-

When Izuku is finally excused, All Might gives him a piggyback ride to the dorms. He can tell the man feels really bad about giving him a concussion and tries his best to make All Might feel better about the whole thing. 

“It didn’t really hurt that bad,” Izuku says, holding tightly to his mentor. “I’m pretty sure Kacchan’s hit me worse.”

All Might pauses. “What?”

“Ah…I mean, I’m just saying I’ve been hit in the head harder than that. Kind of funny that all it took to get a concussion was some snow. Right?” He laughs, but All Might doesn’t laugh along. 

He continues to the dorms, oddly quiet. 

“All Might? Are you okay?” He asks once they reach the dorms. His mentor gently shrugs Izuku off his back. 

“Yeah, sorry. It’s been a long day.”

Izuku studies him. He might not be the most intelligent, strong, or cunning. But he does know when someone’s hurting. “You know, I was really dreading this break. With everyone being gone and the threat of war hanging over our heads, but you found a way to make it fun. I…didn’t feel as homesick as I expected. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you.” He smiles at the ground.

Strong arms bring him into a hug. All Might squeezes him tight. A dopey smile on his face. He pulls away but places his hands on Izuku’s shoulders. “I know how lonely the holidays can get. Back then, we didn’t have dorms. But I can recall overhearing my classmates’ plans for Christmas, and knowing that no matter how hard I work, nothing would bring my family back.”

“Where did you go?”

“I lived with Nana for a majority of my time at U.A. But the point I’m getting at is that I understand how lonely you must feel right now. This arrangement really isn’t fair to you.”

“I’m just thankful we can go home for Christmas Eve.” All Might’s eyes widen, and for a second Izuku thinks he overstepped. But then All Might smiles at him, bringing him in for another tight squeeze. 

“Me too, kid. Me too.”

[strobichie]

rin's childhood crush ෆ

♡⸝⸝ summary: rin itoshi, a young 16 year old blue lock participant and a few others were given some weeks off of blue lock. how will the young itoshi spend his free time? to his surprise, he didn't think he'd stumble upon one of his old favourite games dating back to his childhood.

little note: monika can be a self-insert i guess.

underlashes junior's (rin) perspective:

i failed to be acknowledged by my own brother. i worked so hard, but in the end isagi stole his attention. what was it that i lacked..?

my hands messed with sae's old computer back when we were younger --- mom and dad bought him this computer for school, however he and i always played on it when they weren't looking our way.

i was in deep thought, thinking, what the hell was it that made sae look isagi's way?

sae wasn't gonna be home anytime soon, might as well use this to my advantage. i remember a game.. a horror game.. an old one. i couldn't place a finger on what it was about or why our younger selves even downloaded it in the first place, nonetheless, i find myself desperately searching for it.

after starting windows, i immediately clicked the file explorer icon on the taskbar, and was greeted with many old pictures of us in our childhood days. i wanted to smash somebody's head.

my eyes stared at the downloads, i clicked on it and scrolled a few seconds down. was this...

ddlc-win? what the fuck does ddlc stand for?

i extracted the files and opened the ddlc-win folder ---

ddlc-1.1.1-pc?? i eyed it curiously before finally double clicking and checking the contents of the game ---

i started the game up and was met with a.. girl? she looked.. scared?? terrified?? mortified..?!

she had similar features to sae, auburn hair, and not-so similar eyes. hers were emerald green.

all i knew was she had the character features of someone kind.

"..." she was silent, staring into my soul with her eyes wide. was this the game me and sae used to play? really?

to say the least, she was greatly sad. i clicked the 'talk' side bar besides the chat box below and selected 'hey, monika..' and continued, 'appearance...'

'can you tie your hair into something else?' i clicked the box, and she suddenly.. got happy?

'sure rin, which hair tie would you like me to use?' she laid out a side bar with only two choices. one of her without her infamous white bow and one without.

was this a mod? i don't remember doki doki literature club being only about monika.

although this may seem quite out of character for me, i think she's pretty cute. or that she just reminds me of sae.

i removed her white bow and she looked even more like sae, this was a fucking nightmare.

she crossed her arms firmly, frowning at me. what did i do now..?

i clicked talk > i feel.. > bored and read her dialogues ---

yikes.. uh.. the first option box looks really shiny today.

i could feel the inner child in me getting excited, i felt.. happy? this was weird.

'oh, that's a relief! but, if you're bored, we should go find something to do.' i felt my cheeks burn, the memories came back and i remembered my younger self always gushing over her, fanboying.. and all.

monika.. was my childhood crush?

author's very very VERY important note: well folks i guess i'll leave it at that, might make a part two, might not.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ruki Dark [08]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts in the guest room at Eden

Yui: ( Ruki-kun still wants to become Adam. )

( Yet it was Ruki-kun himself who told me that he could never become Adam despite being chosen by Eve, simply because he is not a Pureblood Vampire. )

( A former human such as himself is simply not qualified to earn that title. ...That’s what he told me. )

Yuma: Oi? Whatcha doin’ leavin’ the door wide open?

Yui: Yuma-kun.

Yuma: I crossed paths with Ruki earlier and he didn’t seem to be in the best mood. Did ya two get into an argument or somethin’?

Yui: We didn’t...I think, at least.

Yuma: So ya didn’t fight but somethin’ did happen, huh?

Lemme guess. It’s ‘bout the Adam thing, isn’t it?

Yui: Eh...!? 

Did you know, perhaps? That Ruki-kun still wishes to become Adam.

Yuma: Nah, I didn’t. But I could sorta tell. I guess ya can call it a guy’s intuition?

So? What did he say?

Yui: ...He asked me why he can’t become Adam.

I thought he was no longer bothered by it. But...I guess I was wrong.

( I chose to be with Ruki-kun instead of with ‘Adam’. I thought that was good enough for him. )

Yuma: I mean, I can sorta relate to him.

Us dudes are all big doofuses, ya see. We can’t help but instinctively yearn for ‘power’ and such.

I mean, Ruki-kun looked up to Karlheinz-san more than any of us, right? Almost in a fanboy-ish manner. 

I think that’s why he was so set on becomin’ the Adam whom that man sought after. 

Yui: I understand that as well. But I thought he had moved past that.

Yuma: I’m sure that he knows that if he uses his brain. But try thinkin’ ‘bout it. This has been a wish of his long before the two of ya even met, ya know?

I think we can’t blame him for still wantin’ it somewhere deep inside, no matter what he tries to make himself believe? 

Yui: ...Perhaps...

Yuma: It wasn’t easy for ya to accept that you’re Eve either, was it? It’s the exact same thing.

I’m sure I don’t need to tell ya this, but despite how he comes across, Ruki-kun can be a bit of a softie, right?

Selection

→ You think so...?

Yui: You think so...?

Yuma: Ah, I guess he won’t show ya that side of his. He wants to look cool in front of the girl he loves after all.

→ Right. (❦)

Yui: ...Right. He’s got a kind heart after all. 

Yuma: Yeah. I knew you had him figured out.

Yuma: Well, I think he ends up overthinkin’ a lot ‘cause of that. Like he feels emotionally vulnerable.

Yui: ...You know him very well, don’t you?

Yuma: We’re bros after all! I’ve known him much longer than even you have.

Yui: You’re right. it feels like we’ve been together for so long but compared to you guys, I barely even know him.

Yuma: Oi oi. Don’t be goin’ down that rabbit hole as well, ‘kay?

You helped him in a way in which we could never have. Ruki absolutely needs you in his life after all.

Yui: ...Thank you, Yuma-kun. I’ll go look for him now, okay?

Yuma: I’m pretty sure he’s over at the inner courtyard. I saw him walkin’ into that direction. 

Yui: Thanks!

ー Yui runs off

Yuma: ...Damn, those guys really are two of a kind, huh? 

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard

Yui: ーー Ruki-kun!

Ruki: ...Did Yuma come talk to you?

Yui: Eh? ...How?

Ruki: He entered the room after crossing paths with me, right? I can sort of imagine what happened.

Yui: Yeah...We had a long talk. He also told me that you’re probably here. 

Ruki: ...To think I need my own younger brother to look out for me.

Yui: That’s not the only reason why but...I want to properly sit down with you and talk once more. About the Adam thing.

Monologue

When I gently grabbed hold of his hand,

He also squeezed back.

By doing so,

no words are needed, 

to convey our mutual love for one another. 

Still, how Ruki-kun feels exactly,

as well as what goes on inside his head (考える人)

Perhaps I do not fully understand 

those things just yet. (まだ知らない),

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[dadswithipads]

Live reacting to Fanboy and Chum Chum episodes.

Fan vs. Wild/ The incredible Shrinking Fanboy.

The smiling. "Nature brings out his inner poet". They have kyle attached to them with a rope lmao. My son Kyle. " if you come across any Bears play dead" -C. " it won't be a stretch" - K. LMAO. Lenny! The waving. " I got a new extending broom" THAT QUOTE IS FOR THE AGES. And then the waving. "This isn't avalanche country, this is a convenience store!" Has been stuck in my head for years. The vent I just-. Fanboy thinks the men's restroom vent smells good? Okay. Wild burritos. Bro. His jaw fell. "Poor dumb kid". This would be so fun. To just find a mini Mountain on top of a convenience store and discover it. Yo. "I would but. Cooties"

Hes gonna eat Kyle? Bro them just being on the roof. Where they can jump off. The display case💀. Aww chum chum. The cough when Kyle shows up💀. "Hi" "Eye!". Oh yeah Fanboy does have a glass eye. THE LASER💀. Wheres Lenny. Ow. Kyle. BRO WHY LENNY ALWAYS GETTING HURT.

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I just heard Chris Chuggy in the intro card...

RAIN! I LOVE RAIN. Nvm. Oh boy. Mmm rubber cheese pizza. Yuck. YALL NEVER BRING UP FANBOY IS WEARING HEELS LIKE??????????? WHAT???? QUEERBOY.

He invented converse heels oh no. Bro Oz. Lmao. Fanboy really is my son. And I love that Chum Chum is really taking charge this episode. Fleshs out the character. My conniving son. I want that clock. Hehehe. In the future. "Pals" alright. In the sink? Yo! Hes just like me fr. Girl-. Wa Wa. She has a..shrine???? The shaking toddlers? Hello??? Awww. His imagination is insane. I'm being reminded of that Victorious episode where Trina got that disease and can't sing on stage and also there's like a pirate wheel for some reason??????? Haha. Fanboy.

[mariaferero]

CIA in North Island (Part 4)

Bob Floyd x OC

A new team member joins for a big mission at Top Gun

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"So our Bob actually slept over at a girl's house?" Hangman cackled, leaning back in his chair as we sat at the bar a few nights later after work.

"I did." Bob shrugged, fiddling with the glass in his hand.

"Well, look at that." Payback smirked, sipping on his beer.

"Has anyone told you guys you're almost alcoholics?" I chuckled, sipping on a soda after I realized I wouldn't do well drinking alcohol every night.

"Only daily." Rooster smirked, holding his drink up in a cheers motion towards me.

"So what's everyone doing with their day off tomorrow? Phoenix chimed, coming up beside me to rest an arm on my shoulder.

"Going on a date." Hangman smirked.

"I have a date with Netflix." Fanboy chuckled, earning himself a high five from I'm Hangman nonetheless.

"I think I'm visiting with my Mom. She said something about a bake sale or something." Payback shrugged.

"I'm having dinner with Maverick, Penny and Amelia." Rooster, explained a hint of a smile ghosting over his lips.

"I'm napping the whole time all the time." Phoenix declared.

"Probably the same." I laughed, earning myself a high five from her. "Bob?"

"I have no idea right now." He shrugged, offering me a smile.

"Well, with that in mind, I'm buying the next round." Payback declared, standing up.

"Just soda please." I yelled after him. He just waved at me, dismissing my words, even though we all knew he would still just get me a soda.

"Help me pick a song?" Bob offered, holding up a coin.

"Sure!" I beamed, jumping up, leading the way towards the hunk of colorful metal in the corner of the bar. Bob fell into step behind me, his hand falling to my lower back, helping me dodge drunken sailors wandering around the bar. Ever since he came to help me, he's gotten more touchy and talkative. "So what exactly are you thinking?"

"How about Take On Me?" He suggested flipping through the little book thing inside the machine to pull up the specific CD, but he didn't push the final button to select it.

"I say we play Total Eclipse of the Heart." I countered, smirking at him. He raised an eyebrow at me suspiciously, reaching to flip to my song.

"You do the honors." He offered, holding up the coin for me to take. I did just that, putting the coin in the slot and hitting play. Music came out of the speaker and I couldn't help but tap my foot along with the song. "Come on, or else Payback will replace us with random girls he wants to pick up."

I laughed, rolling my eyes at the joke, following him back to our table. Just as Bob had said, Payback had actually filled one of our seats with a random girl dressed in plainclothes. Bob moved to stand behind the chair, gesturing for me to take a seat. I looked at him, my inner you have manners why are you being nice to me alert system going off. He rolled his eyes, moving to go to the bar since Payback had given his beer to the girl.

"Why are you standing?" Phoenix giggled, now with another empty beer glass in front of her.

"There's only one, seat. I'm gonna offer it to Bob." I shrugged.

"Yeah, who cares. He has legs, he can stand." She sassed, pulling the chair out more so that I had space to sit. I did just that, slightly begrudgingly. "This is Emily. She's stationed here for the week." Phoenix explained, sort of hinting at the fact that sailors were known to hookup with short stations.

"Awesome." I murmured, unsure of what I was supposed to add to this conversation.

"Taylor, here's your soda." Payback suddenly zoned back into the real world and handed me a glass with sprite in it.

"Thanks!" I smiled, taking a sip.

"Are you also stationed here?" The girl –Emily– smiled, turning her attention to me.

"Sort of. I'm a government agent, so I'm just here to help with a specific mission." I shrugged.

"Cool." She nodded, turning her attention back to Payback.

"Hey, at least she has manners." Phoenix whispered in my ear. I couldn't help the snort laugh that burst through my lips at her words.

Everyone went back to drinking or talking to one another and I turned to people watching. Sailors were nothing if not strange. Bob appeared beside me, another beer in his hand. He offered me a smile, getting pulled into a conversation with Rooster. I watched Maverick schmooze with Penny at the bar and I noticed a younger girl sitting behind the curtain that led to the back room. She must be Penny's daughter Amelia.

"You good?" Bob whispered once Rooster was done talking with him and moved on to something with Phoenix.

"Yep, just people watching. How's the beer?" I smiled, arching my neck so that I could see him where he stood behind me.

"Fine. No different from any of the other ones I've had." He smiled, shrugging. "You want a sip?"

"No, thanks. I'm very picky with my beers, and your raving review didn't really convince me." I joked, sipping on my sprite.

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "So... um.... Do you think you'd be up to go for a flight tomorrow? Unless you have actual plans for your day off, that is."

"Where would we go?" I pondered, a huge smile plastered on my face.

"We could go to the Grand Canyon, try to get to Oregon, really whatever you want." He shrugged, a smile lighting up his face.

"What would we be flying in? Because I went up with Mav in some military contraption, and it was not really my idea of a good time." I laughed, choosing to lean back and rest my head on his shoulder to speak with him rather than crane my neck to be heard.

"We would take a normal small two-seater plane, don't worry." He chuckled, moving some hair that was slipping out of my hair clip.

"Then you have a deal." I laughed, turning around to offer him my hand. He took it and gave me a firm handshake. "I don't really care where we go, so whatever's easiest for you, I guess. And you better know that if you have a heart attack while flying, we're both going down because I am inept when it comes to aviation. I'm still confused about how I got this position as is."

"Deal, I'll pick you up at your hotel at 10?"

"Sounds good to me. However, if that's our plane, I may actually need to go and get some sleep." I chuckled, setting my cup down and moving to stand up.

"I'll walk you to your car?" His statement came out more like a question.

"Sure." I smiled, grabbing my sweatshirt that I'd shed at some point throughout the night. "I'm gonna head home. I'll see you guys back on Thursday." I announced, getting a hug from Phoenix and a wave from everyone else. Bob followed me out of the building and towards the car quietly. "See you tomorrow." I smiled, up at him, opening my car door.

"I'll be there at ten." He nodded, gesturing for me to get in the car. "Drive safe." He smiled, closing the door for me. Bob stepped back and waved as I pulled the car out of the lot.

The next morning, I woke up and managed to pull on some nicer-looking sweatpants and a t-shirt before there was a knock on my door.

"You do realize it's 9:30." I sassed, opening the door to let Bob into my room.

"I brought food." He offered, a smile on his face as he looked at me, his eyes shining.

"You're forgiven. Sit wherever, I need to deal with my hair." I grumbled, moving towards the bathroom.

"Did a bird break in and make a nest in your hair?" Bob joked, sitting at the desk, pulling out the contents of the bag he brought with him.

"Is that sass I'm hearing, Bob Floyd." I laughed, yelling from the bathroom, running a brush through my hair.

"Who knows." He laughed along. "Hurry up, or your sandwich is going to get cold."

"I'm coming, I'm coming, chill out, man." I sassed, plopping down on the desk beside him. "Thanks for the food. Can I pay you back?"

"No, you can't pay for our first date." He deadpanned.

"This is a date?" I smiled, raising an eyebrow at his attempt at confidence. Instantly, his facade broke, and he started tripping over his words.

"Uhh.... yeah.... Uhh, I..... I thought..... If you're okay...... uhh." Bob continued to ramble, his face turning a nice shade of red.

"Breath, breath. I'm messing with you. I'd be honored to go on a date with the infamous Bob Floyd." I smiled, taking a deep breath before leaning over and placing a feather-light kiss on his cheek. If it was possible, his face managed to go at least another shade darker.

"Awesome." He almost whispered, going back to munching on his breakfast sandwich.

"So, have you decided where we're going?" I prompted, leaning back into the wall, sipping on the coffee he brought.

"I was thinking the Grand Canyon. It's pretty great, and I just think it'd be fun." He offered, glancing up at me to see my reaction.

"Sounds great."

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"Have fun at home, you lazy bum." Phoenix yelled at me as she walked out of the girl's bathroom.

"Whatever, alcoholic." I yelled back, stifling my laugh as I reached for my bag and slung it over my shoulder, walking out of the room. Before I could even get three steps before I felt a weight beside me.

"Can I walk you to your car?" Bob beamed, resting his arm across my shoulders. Since our date to the Grand Canyon, Bob started getting more affectionate. He would lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek before we had training. He'd hold my hand when we were next to each other. If we were at the bar and I was sitting, he would stand and rest his hands on the back of my chair or wrap an arm around my collarbone. I enjoyed it. I can't deny that. But it made me a little nervous, maybe a little uncomfortable in the sense that this wasn't permanent, and it was new.

"Of course." I smiled, taking a breath before leaning up and kissing his cheek, his lips turned up in a smile.

"How was your meeting while we were flying?" Bob smiled, holding the door open for us.

"Just fine. They're finalizing plans for the mission. It sounds like you guys will probably go next Monday." I explained, reaching around in my bag for my car keys. "Do you want to come over and get dinner?" I offered, smiling up at him.

"Sure." He beamed, reaching around me with the arm not around my shoulders to open the driver's-side car door. 'M'lady."

"Why, thank you." I chuckled, getting in. He closed the door for me before walking around to the other side.

"What do you want for dinner?" He piped up, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Can we make pancakes?" I gasped, realizing how good that actually sounded.

"Your hotel room doesn't have a stove." He pointed out. "But if you really want pancakes, we can stop at the grocery store and then go to my place. The navy put me up in a house with Fanboy and Coyote. We have a full kitchen, luckily."

"Okay, that works for me." I shrugged, give me directions, and I'll get us where we need to be.

After a quick stop at the grocery store, we drove to Bob's place. I parked the car, and he swatted me out of the way when I tried to grab the bag. We walked up to the house, and he unlocked the door. I could hear screaming coming from the inside.

"Is that Coyote?" I laughed, peering around Bob when we walked inside, trying to see what the noise was from.

"Probably." He shrugged, heading down the hall to what I assumed was the kitchen. "Okay, lead the way, chef." He laughed, taking the contents of the bag out and putting it on the counter, gesturing for me to go for it.

"I need a pan, a bowl, and a whisk." I declared, reaching behind me to pull my hair up into a bun, so it was out of my face.

"No measuring cups?" He raised an eyebrow at me, rummaging around the kitchen.

"Nah, those are for the weak of heart. I prefer to eyeball it." I explained, opening up the container of pancake mix.

"If you say so." He chuckled, placing everything in front of me. We successfully made a stack of pancakes, Bob occasionally coming to peer over my shoulder at the food, placing both his hands on my waist as he did it. Considering we made more that we expected to, Bob went off into the depths of the house to find Fanboy and Coyote to see if they wanted pancakes. I took it their answer was a yes, because I heard loud footsteps quickly coming my way.

"Taylor!" Fanboy cheered. "You've graced us with pancakes. You're awesome." He beamed, giving me a quick hug before grabbing a plate and serving himself some food.

"Thanks, Taylor." Coyote smiled, grabbing his own food. Bob walked back into the kitchen, coming up behind me as I started to clean dishes.

"We can do that later. Get some food." He rolled his eyes, pushing my lightly towards the plate of pancakes when I didn't move.

"Fine." I grumbled, making a point to give him a side-eye. He just laughed at me and whipped the hand towel in my general direction, like that would make me move faster. I made two plates, offering one to Bob, before sitting down at the table with Coyote and Fanboy.

"So, are you guys playing happy family while we're here?" Fanboy said out of nowhere, Coyote chuckling along with him like they were little boys asking an adult a question they knew they weren't supposed to ask.

"We're sort of dating." Bob declared, reaching for my hand under the table.

"Well, good for y'all, I guess." Coyote winked before stuffing his face with food.

"Be careful, Taylor. Navy men are red flags." Fanboy laughed at his own joke.

"Trust me; I know you are, Fanboy." I winked, earning myself a chunk of pancake flying in my direction.

"Don't be mean to me. Go back to making out with Bobby boy here." He stuck his tong out at me, gathering his plate and things. "I'm leaving. I don't like to be places I'm not wanted." He dramatically walked off.

"I'll leave you two to your dinner and make sure he doesn't spill syrup everywhere. Thanks for the pancakes again." Coyote smiled, getting up to follow after Fanboy.

With both of them gone, Bob surprised me by releasing my hand, grabbing the edge of my seat, and yanking my chair towards him. Resting his arm across the back of my chair, he beamed at me.

"That's better." He laughed to himself.

"Eat your pancakes, stupid." I chuckled, flicking his temple. "So we're sorta dating, huh?"

"I mean... if you want to be." He murmured, suddenly choosing to take an interest in his plate.

"I mean... that sounds nice." I made fun of him, earning an eye roll as he looked back up at me.

"So mean." He laughed, leaning forward to place a light kiss on my lips.

"I'm an angel; what are you talking about." I laughed along, reaching forward to grab a handful of his shirt and pull him in for another kiss.

Less than a week later, I found myself perched on a table in the navy hanger while Maverick and Cyclone debriefed the team on their mission plans. The group was to take off tomorrow and hopefully finish successfully. The whole thing was bitter sweet. They'd worked hard and they all knew what they were doing, but now I knew them all and if something happened, I think I would probably just crumple to the floor. It would hurt, there is no doubt about that.

"So Taylor leaves once we finish this?" Hangman piped up once everyone was done and the big boss had left.

"Yep, I'm back to D.C." I shrugged, spinning myself around on the table so that I could see everyone behind me.

"What are we gonna do without our token fed?" Payback laughed, getting up to come give me back a tupperware I'd left with him the night before since he had a bit of a cold.

"Go back to normal life I guess." I honestly didn't really know what to say. It'd been almost six weeks of pure chaos here getting to know these goons.

"She's going to go back to tricking grown men into believing she's stupid so that they speak about top secret information." Rooster joked. I'd told them all about one time I had to go undercover. It wasn't an intense CIA mission like you'd expect, but I did spend three or four months under an alias in Poland trying to bust a ring. Now Rooster loved to pretend I was a top secret spy who went on missions all the time.

"How do you know I'm not doing that now?" I quipped, earning an eye roll from Maverick.

"Because you're not stupid." Rooster shrugged.

"Your logic is foolproof, wow." Phoenix laughed, standing up. "Are we good to go?" She turned to Maverick.

"Sure, you're free, but don't do anything crazy tonight." He instructed, standing up as well. Everyone took the hint, copying his actions. Everyone headed towards the locker rooms to change. I decided I would just head home in what I was wearing. There was no point changing when I wasn't going out tonight.

"We're going to Bob, Fanboy and Coyote's place tonight to cook and hang out. It's nothing too big." Phoenix explained, coming up behind me, her shirt unbuttoned showing her tank top.

"Sounds good. I'll head home and change, then go that way." I nodded, fixing my bag on my shoulder.

"Just come with me. You left a shirt there last weekend and I have other stuff you can borrow." Bob added, appearing on my otherside. "I drove."

"Okay." I sort of just push out of my mouth, awkwardly looking around at the other pilots around us. Phoenix raised her eyebrow at me suspisciously while Payback and Hangman burst into some dramatic spew of words. Bob, just reached forward, grabbing my hand. He murmured something to Rooster before pulling me away from the group. "Did you swallow a frog or something?"

"Shut up, I'm doing my best." I grumbled, reaching over to give him a good whack with my bag.

"I haven't gotten to tell you today, but you look beautiful." He whispered in my ear as I walked past him through the door. "Did you drive yourself?"

"I did." I nodded, trying not to get too flustered by his words.

"Do you want to leave your car here, and I can take you to my place and home tonight, then pick you up on my way in tomorrow?" He offered, popping open the top two buttons of his uniform.

"No, you need your sleep for tomorrow. We will drive separate." I decided, rifling through my bag for my keys. He just nodded, grabbing his own keys.

"See you there. Drive safe." Bob smiled, starting in the direction of his car.

"Hey, Bob." I murmured, getting his attention. He turned around, looking at me. I took two steps toward him and leaned forward to give him a quick kiss. "See you there."

With that, I drove away, a small smile on my face the whole way to Bob's place. He pulled into the driveway, and I decided I should park on the street so that I don't get in Coyote or Fanboy's way. As I put the car in park, I looked up as my door opened on its own. Bob stood outside my car, a huge smile on his face.

"You look cute." I smiled, grabbing my bag and stepping out of the car. His cheeks turned a lite pink as he offered me his hand. Locking my car, I grabbed his hand, and we walked into the house.

"I have your shirt in my room, and you can borrow a pair of sweats if you want." Bob offered, pulling me up the stairs towards his room.

"I'll try them, but if they're too big, I'll just stick with what I got." I laughed, moving to sit on the end of his bed as he shuffled around gathering clothes. "Thanks." I beamed, taking what he offered, standing up to go find the bathroom.

"No, I'll leave. I need to go grab my things from the laundry room downstairs, anyway." He murmured, heading out the door, closing it as I went. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and moved to pull on the t-shirt I'd left here. Giving the pants Bob had handed me a once over, I guessed they would generally fit me, so I peeled my dress pants off and pulled on the sweats. Right as I moved to stand in front of the mirror to deal with my hair, there was a knock on the door. "If you're not done, I can just change out here."

"I'm done," I yelled, going to open the door. "Thanks for the clothes." I reached forward and hugged him. His arms wrapped around me, sort of grabbing onto the fabric of my t-shirt.

"You look great." He mused into my hair, pulling me closer quickly before letting me go and heading back into his room, holding a pile of clothes under his arm. Before I could even offer to leave or close the door, Bob unbuttoned the rest of his uniform and pulled off his tank top. I couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous man in front of me. His shoulders were broad, even though he didn't always look the part with his general demeanor. The muscles on his back were prominent as he reached up and pulled a shirt over his head.

Before I could think another thought, and before he could turn around, I blurted out. "I'm gonna go put my bag back in my car." I practically sprinted out his bedroom door and towards my car. Rooster and Fanboy were coming back as I exited the house.

"Looking good, Taylor." Rooster chuckled as I passed them.

"Shut up, Bradshaw." I threw over my shoulder, unlocking my car before tossing my bag in the passenger side. Turning on my heel, I strode back to the two as they stood in the driveway. "What are we eating?"

"That's the million-dollar question." Rooster agreed, gesturing for me to lead the way to the house.

"I think Coyote got some steaks this morning before he left for work." Fanboy piped up, opening the front door.

"Sounds great. I can help get them started, and you can get changed. Rooster, gear up; you're my sous chef." I declared, heading towards the kitchen. Rooster followed after me, mumbling something to himself. "Grab the meat from the fridge."

"Aye, aye, captain." He joked, banging around the kitchen.

"Is there an earthquake?" Bob joked, coming into the kitchen, now dressed in his own shirt and sweats. He came up to reach above me before I could reach up and grab some seasonings, placing a kiss on my cheek before walking over to help Rooster.

"Girly, let me tell you!" Phoenix's voice boomed through the house as she entered. "Some Top Gun student tried to hit on me as I walked to my car."

"No!" I burst out laughing. "They look like children."

"I know! And what on earth do they think was happening? Why would I be on base if I wasn't in the navy." She groaned, coming to lean on the counter next to me.

"He probably knew and thought it was hot." I joked, knowing it would just irk her more.

"Don't get me started; men are the scum of this earth," Phoenix grumbled, pushing off the counter to go peer over Rooster's shoulder. "Hello, scum."

"I feel so loved." Rooster joked, shoving her lightly with her shoulder. "What do you want me to do with the food, Taylor?"

"Do you guys have a grill?" I turned to Bob and Coyote, who had apparently entered while we were all bickering.

"Yeah, it's in the back." Bob nodded. "I can help." He offered, reaching to take the meat from Rooster and prop the door open with his foot. We walked into the backyard, which I hadn't realized existed, but there was a smaller grill sitting beside the house. "Are you the head chef?"

"Indeed I am." I beamed up at him. "Now, let's get this moving. I'm hungry." I declared, taking the tarp off the grill and figuring out how to get it heated up.

Not even twenty minutes later, Bob and I were walking back into the house with a plate full of steaks. Someone had made a salad and what looked like a bowl of bread, and everyone was now sitting around the kitchen table or leaning against the wall.

"CIA agent and professional chef, is there anything you can't do, Taylor?" Hangman smirked, sending me a wink as he reached forward to take the plate from my hands and place it on the table.

"I'm full of talents." I shrugged, taking a seat next to Phoenix.

"Oh, Taylor, I didn't tell you... wait, why do I still call you Taylor?" The girl beside me piped up like the thought had taken all other thoughts from her brain.

"I don't know; none of you ever said anything else or asked if you could call me anything else. Plus, we work together, and I guess it's a step up from you all just calling me Agent Taylor." I looked around awkwardly, not enjoying the attention that was all suddenly directed at me.

"What even is your first name?" Payback piped up, looking at me skeptically.

"Lou," Bob responded before I could answer.

"You still seem like a Taylor to me." Payback shrugged, turning his attention back to a conversation with Coyote and Fanboy.

"Thanks?" I sort of confusedly laughed to myself, unsure of if I was getting a compliment or not.

"Well, Lou. I was telling Rooster and Jakipoo here that I was talking with Mav after our meeting, and he said I can get a teaching position here most likely unless I want to keep flying with our favorite WSO." She beamed at me, seemingly proud of using my first name.

"Congrats! I'm so proud of you." I beamed, standing up and giving her a hug from behind. She contorted herself so that she could reach around and return my hug.

"Why would you ever part ways with Baby on Board here." Hangman joked, flicking something at Bob.

"I guess it all sort of hinges on how this mission ends up." Phoenix shrugged honestly, a look of worry taking over her face.

"We're good at this. We've done it before, we can do it again." Hangman shrugged, Rooster and Payback echoing his sentiments. Although they were right and everyone was extremely qualified, after Phoenix' words there was a cloud over the room. Everyone sat and chatted about random things, so much, so it almost sounded like small talk. We ate and smiled and tried to ignore the fact that they were all going to go risk their lives tomorrow morning to try to complete this mission I had brought to the Navy in the first place. Bob stood directly behind my chair the whole dinner, unless he was eating. He has a hand around me in a sort of hug, or he was holding my hand or just touching me in some way like he needed it to anchor himself.

Faster than I think any of us were expecting when we all arrived at the house, everyone was leaving. I stood up, offering to help clean up as everyone else. Bob and I did the dishes as Fanboy and Coyote cleaned up the dining room area.

"I'll wash, you dry." Bob declared, handing me a towel. We stood there in a comfortable silence as we cleaned up all the dishes and put them away. "Do you want to come upstairs?"

"What are you insinuating?" I joked, smirking at him as I tossed my towel onto the counter.

"No.... No... I was.... Uh..." He started to ramble, his cheeks turning red as he started to look at his feet.

"Bob, I'm messing with you." I laughed, reaching for his hand before pulling him in for a kiss.

"Not that I don't..." He sort of mumbled into my hair as I hugged him. "But I was hoping we could just cuddle. I want to spend time with just you before I have to go tomorrow."

"I'd love to, Bob." I beamed, reaching for his hand as I pulled away. We walked slowly upstairs. I said goodnight to Coyote and Fanboy as we passed through the dining room towards the stairs. Inside the room is when I started to feel sort of awkward. Instead of letting my anxiety get the best of me, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Bob towards me into a hug, my face now buried in his shirt. He slowly ran his hands through my hair, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of my head.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are today?" He murmured into my hair, making me giggle.

"Floyd, shut up and come lay here with me before I have to leave." I scolded, pushing him away enough, so I could kick my shoes off again and pushing myself farther onto the bed until my back was against the wall. A small smile on his face, he did the same, crawling towards me. He took a moment before laying his head in my lap as I sat there. "You look cute." I mused. I couldn't help but smile at him as his blue eyes looked up at me, a happy little grin on his face.

We sat there in silence, looking at each other or just existing in the calm. I started running my hands through his hair as we sat there. He almost instantly relaxed, his eyes closing.

Probably thirty minutes later, I looked up at the clock on his night stand and saw the time. "I think I should go. You need sleep before tomorrow." I sighed, causing him to open his eyes and look up at me.

"Do you think.... Would you possibly want to stay the night? Only if you're comfortable, of course." He questioned quietly, gazing right up at me.

"Bob, as much as I want to, I really think you need to get good sleep tonight, so you're ready for tomorrow." I tried to argue, moving slightly. He got the memo, getting off of me.

"If you do really want to stay –again, not pressuring you– I think I would honestly sleep better if you stayed." Bob stated honestly, a slight pink hue showing on his cheeks.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I would never lie to you." He said, like it was the simplest thing in the entire world.

"Then, I'd love to stay, Bob." I smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead.

Without another word –a huge smile on his face– Bob pulled me down to him in sort of a hug. After a squeeze, he quickly jumped up and turned off the lights, coming back. He pulled back the covers and let me get in.

"You're not going to let me brush my teeth?" I joked, as he laid down beside me.

"Not now." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, pulling my towards his chest.

[glynnisi]

Almost every fandom has good and bad moments,

Buffy was exciting at the time, though the Angel v Spike stuff got ugly. It's just that in looking back it's easy to see that all the praise was throwing gas on the fire of Joss' ego. So, hindsight is 20/20.

Star Trek Next Gen held my attention for many years. I love Jean Luc Picard fiercely and always will. ST got me collecting trading cards and getting them signed at cons. I met George Takei and many other cast members. It was my 20s and I was embracing my inner geek girl pretty hard. :) I was too shy to join the local Klingon ship (Klingon female cleavage presentation was bolder than I was at that point, which is a shame as I look back on it, lol).

Lois & Clark the New Adventures of Superman was fun for the first 2 seasons, like the show. Now, I look back knowing that Dean Cain is a Tr$mper and feel faintly sick... kind of like how when I was a kid I thought Fonzie's cousin Chachi was cute and... :P Or, Hercules... :P

Jane Austen fandom was pretty amazing, tbh. I still have treasured friends and memories from it. But, even there... the dogmatic purists on one site could be so freaking MEAN (almost never happened to me personally, but my jaw dropped RE responses they gave some of my friends... I only got light raps on the knuckles). So, another site split off and became a HOME for me w found family and so much love. :)

West Wing... I wrote a few fics for it (Sam/Ainsley was my ship of choice...), but the biggest frustration was just the fact that while incredibly brilliant about everything else? Aaron Sorkin has all the romantic sensibilities of a 9 yr old boy. And it really shows in what he does to women, esp in 'romantic' relationships, on his shows.

Marvel... ah, Marvel. I found Marvel because of Joss Whedon fandom, tbh. And w AoU, I began to understand what kind of person Joss was becoming. :O Just WOW. I loved the first Iron Man movie. Loved first Avengers movie and went back to watch the others. I found Steggy bittersweet and fell into a girl crush for Darcy when I saw Thor. That led me to read some Darcy Lewis fic. I remember some good Bruce/Darcy stories and some fun Darcy/Clint... but, then CATWS came out and I stumbled on ShieldShock. And, omg did I fall hard for ShieldShock. I maintain that if Steve had ever met Darcy it would have changed the course of the entire MCU for the better. I'm one of those that saw Tony setting up suites in Avengers Tower and ran with it, too. Found Family. Awkward romance. So. Much. Goodness! It's a pity Marvel aims their movies at 12 yr old boys so much (or 32 yr old fanbois, more accurately).

I'm still stuck on ShieldShock. Curious to see what my next fandom might be. :)

[chilling-seavey]

Dreamland (ln4) - Part One

↳ A/N Big thank you to @starlightiing for taking the time to talk this out with me & mega thank you to @norrussell for being my un-official beta reader and hyping this new universe up 🤭

↳ [Very Loosely] Inspired By: 'Heat Waves' by Glass Animals

↳ Summary: As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.

↳ Pairings: Fanboy Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n), University Student Lando x Internet Friend George x Internet Friend Alex

↳ Word Count: 6.8k

↳ Warnings: 18+, male masturbation, he humps his bed a little (whoops), dirty talk (stemming from his imagination and his inner most desires), Lando's so incredibly down bad for a girl who doesn't know he exists

In the large university classroom, Lando tapped the end of his pencil against the edge of his calculator, his thick textbook open and his notebook page resting on top of it, blank. At the head of the large lecture hall, his professor was walking through the lecture on the overhead projector, showing step by step instructions for their task that day. As an accounting student, Lando might have at least feigned a bit of interest in the lesson on revenues and expenses but his eyes were nearly glazed over, his mind lost in thought, and his page far behind his peers. 

His mind only ever drifted to one thing when his interest wasn’t being immediately taken and that was you. You didn’t know it - in fact, you didn’t even know who Lando was - but he spent his daydreams letting his mind wander to various instances with you that he could only pray would be real some day. That day in particular, he was thinking about how sunny and warm it probably was in Monte Carlo for you compared to the late-winter rain that was pelting Bristol in that very same moment. The rain on the windows caused the professor’s voice to nearly be drowned out despite the fact that he spoke loudly to try and speak over it. Lando was too far past bored to bother trying to listen harder. 

As his classmates worked diligently around him, Lando slouched back in his chair near the back of the classroom and glanced down at his phone that was lying face up on the table beside his textbook. As if meant to be, the screen lit up with a silent Instagram notification indicating that you had just posted. 

His heart did a little leap and he glanced over casually to his professor still lecturing as he slid his phone off the table and held it in his lap to peek. Your birthdate was his passcode - two digit month and two digit date - and he tapped on Instagram from his home screen that was wallpapered with a selfie of yours (a picture he used to tell strangers whom he wouldn’t see again that you were his girlfriend…long distance of course). Your post was at the top of his feed and before his eyes even processed the image, he double tapped to like it. The little white heart appeared in the middle of the post, right over your chest, and then disappeared. 

“Mr Norris.” 

His head snapped up from his lap before he could graze your post with even a sliver of as much attention as you deserved, only to see his professor staring at him from the front of the lecture hall with a displeased expression and his arms crossed over his chest. A few students turned to look at Lando. He locked his phone and slid it shyly into his pocket. 

“Mr Norris, I certainly don’t think your current GPA is permitting you to take the risk of slacking off on your phone in my class, now is it?” 

Lando swallowed thickly as everyone was staring at him and a few of the other students chuckled to themselves at the professor’s diss. 

“No. Sorry.” Lando answered softly. 

“Manners and respect, Mr Norris.”

“No…s-sir.” Lando forced out, physically shifting in his chair at the discomfort it brought him to follow the strange order of his professor to call him sir as a form of respect. Of course, Lando would never outright admit why it made him uncomfortable. He certainly wouldn’t want to face the embarrassment of admitting how he secretly savoured that title for your lips only, how he fantasized of you calling him that and only you. Having to refer to his sixty-something male professor as such left a nasty taste in Lando’s mouth. 

Without the distraction of his phone, Lando was stuck spending the rest of the class dooling on his notebook paper to make it seem like he was working. He might have been a twenty-year-old adult but he still found himself pulling the tip of his pencil along the lined paper to form the curve of your silhouette that had been engraved in his mind since you posted that beach picture back in the summer. His bottom lip was captured between his teeth as he distracted his mind from the post he had yet to appreciate by sketching his pencil lightly to form the curve of your breasts. He erased his messy sketch before anyone could peek over his shoulder. 

The three hour class was far too excruciating even if he only had to endure half of it wondering about your post he had yet to see. It was driving him crazy in near suspense. The moment the class was dismissed, Lando rushed to put his textbook in his backpack and nearly shoved himself between the crowd of classmates taking their sweet time descending the stairs in the lecture hall towards the exit. 

The university hallway was a relief of cool air and Lando hiked his backpack higher on his one shoulder as he stopped just around the corner out of the classroom door and he pulled his phone from his pocket. He ignored his dozens of missed messages and went right back to your profile and opened your new post. 

At only the first glance his teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and he slouched his shoulder against the nearby wall with a deep exhale, eyes unblinking as he admired the pixels that made up the image of you on his screen. Additional images from a magazine photoshoot, you were wearing nothing but an oversized white button up shirt, the collar pulled open and unbuttoned near the top to show your collarbones, and your lips were painted in a glossy red. Naturally cut hair fell in a purposefully messy hair sprayed style around your shoulders and the direct stare you held to the camera with your very light makeup dusting your eyes had Lando’s chest clenching. He had to physically hold a hand to his heart for a moment as he swiped through the three similar images you posted, each with a near perfected lustful stare with your lips just slightly parted and your hands hiding your chest from the slightly see-through material of the white shirt. 

Quiet among the bustling university hallway, Lando breathed out a soft, “Jesus.”

He turned to rest back against the wall properly and he brought both hands to his phone to bring it a little closer to his face to really stare. He licked his lips habitually and then opened the comments on the post. He liked a few from your just-as-well-known friends and ignored the ones from other fans that would just make him cringe and he started to compose his own comment. 

landonorris: holy shit you’re so beautiful 🧡

When he posted his comment he scrolled back to the picture and zoomed in to take in every single part of you that he could before he was opening his messages. Lando didn’t have too many friends in university but he didn’t mind because he had a good few internet friends instead who honestly were so much better than ‘physical’ friends. They understood and accepted Lando’s little love sick crush on you and nothing felt better than that. 

alex_albon: MATE DID YOU SEE alex_albon: LANDO!!!!! alex_albon: DUDE SHES HOT alex_albon: COME GET YOUR GIRL alex_albon: LANDO alex_albon: LAN ARE YOU STILL ALIVE???

Lando could hardly hold back his grin right in the middle of the hallway as he quickly responded to his closest friend. 

landonorris: MATE IM NOT OKAY landonorris: I had to wait through my entire class until I could look properly omfg landonorris: She’s literally so fucking stunning oh my GODJHFHFJ landonorris: Minemineminemine 🤤 alex_albon: YES I KNOW OMG alex_albon: YOURS alex_albon: GO GET HER landonorris: God I wish she wasn’t so fucking far away UGJGEBHRG this is UNFAIR 😩 alex_albon: Finish your degree and then go have BABIES 🤪 landonorris: HAHAHAH MATE omfg relax!! alex_albon: Hey you said it first, I’m just being a supportive best friend

Lando swiped out of their dms only to return to your post and he couldn’t hide his smitten grin as he admired you. Alex wasn’t wrong because Lando often thought about a future with you; having babies with you, living in Monte Carlo with you, and following you around the world on your book tours. He was adamant that he was going to make that happen one way or another. He was going to have you fall in love with him just as he had with you. 

alex_albon: Wow leave me on seen okay landonorris: Sorry sorry sorry I was a little busy staring at a certain someone alex_albon: Don’t drool on your phone mateeee 😉😉

Lando had met Alex online only a year prior through his online blog he kept about you. He had wracked up a good following by posting little journal entries and sketches and a few short concepts here and there and, of course, posting your pictures like it was his day job to run an update account. Alex wasn’t as much of a fan of yours as Lando was but from the moment they first messaged, they hit it off and became close through the distant connections of the internet. With Lando in Bristol and Alex in London, they weren’t too far spread but they had yet to meet and that probably wouldn’t happen for a while since neither had the money nor means to make a trip cross-country. Their daily messages certainly made up for the distance. 

Lando had one more unread message in his Instagram dms and he left the thread with Alex to choose a song, slide in his AirPods, and tend to the next waiting friend as he started to walk back towards his dorm.

georgerussell63: Oh wow she always posts when you’re in class huh georgerussell63: Blimey she looks stunning in this post too geeeeez georgerussell63: Ugh mums calling me for supper but I’ll be back georgerussell63: Message me when you’re free!!!

George was the farthest away from Bristol in King's Lynn right on the opposite coast of the country. Just like with Alex, George and Lando met through his blog and became close quickly too. Lando was sure there were no two more supportive friends than Alex and George and their daily reassurances that someday you were going to love him back honestly was the one thing keeping Lando going. 

Lando navigated the busy university hallways with ease while he typed his excited reply to his other close internet friend, tuned out from the world by his curated playlist and wandering mind.

landonorris: Mate I KNOW I’m literally not okay pfjfjfkjng landonorris: It's like she KNOWS I’m busy omg but how can I be mad at her landonorris: LOOK at her landonorris: Like plz ruin my life???? 🤤

The rain that came down hard onto the Bristol university campus didn’t phase Lando as he tucked the hood of his sweater up over his head and hurried down the pathways back to the dormitories. He clutched his phone in the front pocket of his hoodie as if the lingering memory of your image would somehow be left behind in the downpour on his walk home. Like hell he was going to let you go that easily. 

The dry lobby of the residence building had him sighing in relief from the rain and he pulled off his hood as he fished his key card from his pocket. With a swipe to the interior doors, he was permitted into the elevator lobby and he smacked the call button a few times impatiently as he brought your Instagram back up on his phone. Safe from class and passing students, Lando let his thoughts drift to less of just she’s beautiful and more of I wish she wasn’t covering herself up. 

When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Lando stepped in without a look up and pressed his floor button out of complete muscle memory, all without taking his eyes off your images. He zoomed in again as he slumped against the back wall of the elevator and his lip was captured by his teeth again as your lightly manicured hands covered your breasts from the camera but the fair material of the white button up shirt had him able to see the slightest colouration of your nipple in the second image. His finger moved the zoomed in picture so he could see more of you and his eyes greedily soaked up the way the shirt hung loose around your thighs and rose up almost to your hips with how you were professionally positioned. 

His thoughts were turning dirtier faster and he nearly hurried down the hallway to his room to have some privacy. Lando closed the suite door behind him and glanced into his roommates room only to find it empty before he was dropping his backpack to the floor just inside his own room. He had never been more thankful for his roommate to have later classes and despite the fact he was alone in their shared suite, Lando still closed his bedroom door behind him just in case. 

His room wasn’t much different than that of any other twenty-year-old college boy with a bit of mess around the corners - clothes tossed aside and stray papers littering his desk - but on the shelf of his closet he had lined up in pristine condition, your few published novels in date release order. Lando never once called himself a reader and in fact he had always hated English in school, but when he came across a promo video on social media about your recent release, he became a little intrigued. He was more intrigued by you at first and he spent one night scrolling through your verified social media feeds before he ended up adding your debut novel to his Amazon shopping cart in a sleep deprived, curious, heart-eyed rush at 3:00 in the morning. 

He would proudly admit that yours were the only books he had voluntarily read since he was a kid. 

Finally back in the comfort of his own room, Lando pulled off his rain soaked hoodie and tossed it into his laundry pile in the corner of his closet and flicked on his bedside light. The rain outside caused the sky to turn dark far too quickly for mid-afternoon, but Lando couldn’t be bothered to close his blinds before he was flopping stomach first across his double bed to spend the next however long admiring your complete existence shamelessly. 

He literally felt warm all over when he looked at you, his heart always squeezed so tightly in his chest until he could feel each thudding beat that he swore was only ever just for you. You drove him crazy and you didn’t even know it. 

Lando blindly kicked off his muddy sneakers from his feet dangling off the end of his bed with his gaze captured all on your image. Having admired your body in the elevator, he took to your face now, making sure to give every pixel its deserved share of attention. Despite it being a magazine shoot, you only wore limited makeup so the focus was all on your red painted lips but your eyes that were lined with thin eyeliner and magnifying mascara had his attention all over you regardless. He swore you were staring at him like you knew what he wanted from you, like you knew what you were doing, and he could only stare right back. 

He shifted on his bed with a small hum as the admiration of your beauty was going right to his crotch but he barely paid any mind to anything else as he focused all on your lips. Lando’s mind was whirling with so many thoughts as his gaze lingered on your glossy red lips that were parted just so and looked nothing less than fucking irresistable. 

A message popped down from the top of Lando’s screen in the middle of his admiration session.

alex_albon: What r u up to?

Lando tapped it to open their messaging thread and he typed his momentary string of thoughts without second guessing, always able to word vomit into his friends’ dms without fear of being shamed for a single word.

landonorris: I want her to suck my dick alex_albon: DAMN okay I see what you’re up to alex_albon: Just dreaming about your wife haha landonorris: No mate you don’t understand landonorris: I literally want those perfect red lips around my dick landonorris: I fucking crave it landonorris: And I want to kiss her literally all over and worship her body and grab her tits and smack her ass and I want to make her moan my name landonorris: And I want to cum all over her face while she’s looking up at me like in that pic giving me those fucking eyes alex_albon: Oh my God mate 😦 pffhjffjfj you're down bad landonorris: FUCK ME THIS ISNT FAIR alex_albon: I know!!! She’d be fucking stupid to not want you Lan alex_albon: You’re literally made for each other landonorris: PLZ I want her so bad it's not funny landonorris: She’s so fucking pretty landonorris: I want to knock her up mate alex_albon: Only if I can be the godfather landonorris: Maybe we’ll have twins so you and George can share the honour lol alex_albon: Honestly I’m down landonorris: Literally just looking at her gets me so fucking horny it will NOT be hard to make twins first try ngl alex_albon: LMAO 😏 landonorris: Haha okay it’s raining here and I just got back to my dorm so imma shower brb alex_albon: Yeah okay go enjoy that 😏 landonorris: Lol stfu landonorris: 🧡

Maybe his friends kind of knew him too well but Lando didn’t want to let on too much so he played Alex’s teasing off before closing their messages and returning to your post. He screenshotted all three images and then held himself up on his forearm with his phone in hand as his other hand slid down to unbuckle his belt. He shifted onto his side just enough to take his belt off and then pop the buttons on his black jeans before pushing them down his legs and he flailed his ankles a little to get his pants to drop to the floor with his discarded shoes. Now in only his underwear and his t-shirt, Lando rolled back onto his stomach fully with a small sigh. 

He could feel himself getting a little hard by only the thoughts rushing through his mind - and by the sight of your new pictures of course - and he kept them going as he turned back to his phone. The screenshots of your post were in his camera roll and he opened them up to crop out the instagram banners and comments so it was only you taking up his screen. He smiled at the sight of you in the dim sultry lighting of the photoshoot studio you were in and the crisp warm light that lit you up like an angel. 

The second image was his favourite of your post between the teasing little slip of your breast behind the fair shirt and the way your eyes were a bit wider, more innocent and sultry, and he could nearly see the line of your panties with how the shirt was slightly raised at the bottom. He imagined them to be as red as your lipstick and lacey and tiny…imagining that peeking up the bottom of the oversized shirt you wore would give him a greedy view of your soft hips cradling the red lace that barely covered anything. 

Lando was nearly staring at his phone like he was staring right into your eyes right beside him, nothing but adoration spread through his eyes and the blush of growing lust staining his cheeks in pink. He barely noticed how he was grinding down slightly against his bed, his body swirling in slow precise motions, dreaming for the touch of your soft hand. 

The very same hands that covered your breasts in the images you posted, resting gently against your chest to keep yourself decent - you were a modest artist after all, thank you. He just knew you’d be so soft, that you’d touch him in all the right places, tease him with the sight of your body meant just for him. He had never been with anyone before which was another thing he would have hated to admit to anyone, but he knew more than ever that he wanted to give it up to you. He wanted you to be his first for everything that he had yet to check off…he wanted you to be the first woman he ever had in his arms and ever had in his bed. He just knew you would treat him right.

That concept was only solidified by the third book of yours that he had read, engrossed in the pages, illuminated by the light beside his bed back at home, as he was privy to the filthiest, hottest, most intricately detailed sex scene he had ever read. Well, the only one he had ever read. Lando didn’t know it was even possible to publish something so risky but the knowledge that you equipped into your writing only proved his concept that you would be the best partner he could ever have. 

With a swipe from the top of his screen, he put his phone on do not disturb to prevent any notifications from popping up while he was trying to have a moment alone with you. He cradled your picture on his phone in both hands as he let the lust work for him, shamelessly grinding against his bed without breaking his gaze from your body, your face, your everything. He couldn’t nearly feel the warmth of your skin right next to him and the plush feeling of one of your thighs nudged between his legs. There was nothing he craved more than the friction of your body on his and his imagination thrived at the concept of having you underneath him, just like that in the picture with your light makeup and plush red lips, wearing his shirt. 

Lando just wished he could kiss you too, staining his lips with your lipstick and how you would leave a trail down his neck in your wake. He zoomed in on your picture some more and set his phone down on the sheets between his forearms, staring right into your captured eyes as he pulled his body back and forth against his bed and his hands wrapped around the edge of the mattress. He moaned breathily at the friction and rolled his hips into his sheets strongly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth slightly, dreaming it to be you he was grinding against. 

The ache between his legs was growing and his cheeks only flushed more as he grew harder at the simple pleasure of the sheets against his clothed cock and the image of you beneath him. With a soft exhale, Lando propped himself up a bit with one hand flat to the mattress so he was on a bit of an angle and he glanced down his body as his hips ground in strong precise curling thrusts against the bed. 

He breathed your name into his room as he looked back down at your picture, soaking in your nearly lustful gaze staring right back at him. He moaned lightly as his hips started to move faster and he was nearly humping his bed in overwhelming pleasure, fingers gripping onto the edge of the sheets. 

“Fuck, okay,” Lando huffed out as he forced himself to stop quickly, groaning at the sudden halt of that sweet friction. He slid his hands underneath him and pushed himself onto his knees, sitting back on his heels, and took a second to stare down at the bulge in his underwear. It physically ached and he just wanted you to touch it for him. He wanted you to see how hard he could get for you.

The image of you standing at the side of his bed in front of him in only that white button up and nothing else had him quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor and then shuffling out of his underwear. Left completely naked, Lando only dreamt of you staring at him, and his eyes gravitated to that picture again just to remind himself of how fucking stunning you were to him. It would be an honour to have you. 

“Want you to suck my dick.” he whispered into the air as he faintly traced the head of his dick with his fingers, “Wanna feel that pretty mouth, baby.” 

If you created stories, he was going to create stories. The filthiest imaginative little stories of everything he wanted to do to you, for only you to (hopefully) be privy to one day. He leaned over slightly and tugged open the drawer of his nightstand and fished around for the small clear bottle he had hidden in the back. He had no experience but he figured if he were to replicate your mouth as realistically as he could, he would need to make it as wet as possible. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself off to the thought of you and the small bottle of lube that he kept hidden away was of no thanks to the spiciest, hottest scenes in your romance novels. He may have been a raging virgin but he was no stranger to touch. 

There had never been one time that he jerked off and didn’t think of you. It was always you. He could only imagine you crawling slowly towards him across his bed in only that white shirt and your tiny red panties as he poured a generous glob of lube into his hand before tossing the bottle haphazardly across the bed sheets. Still sitting back on his heels, Lando spread his thighs apart slightly and smeared the lube in his right hand to warm it up a bit before he was staring down at your picture in front of him and he wrapped his hand around his dick. 

Lando sunk his teeth into his bottom lip with a small groan and slid his hand up the shaft of his cock slowly, savouring the soaking wet feeling from his palm. He thought of you between his legs, draped on your stomach with his shirt riding up your back so he could see the curve of your ass in those tiny lace panties and spank you as he wanted, all while you could take his dick in your warm, wet mouth. He could imagine it so well that his eyes literally fluttered as he exhaled strongly on the downstroke of his hand, dreaming about the lube being your spit instead. He wanted it so badly he was burning for it. 

“Yeah, baby.” he breathed out, “Suck it.” 

He moved his hand in steady strokes up and down his dick as if trying to mimic what he could only imagine your mouth would feel like. The lube smeared messily in his palm, between his fingers, and dripped down the length of his cock as he worked himself slowly but he was all too addicted to the disgusting wet squelch that it filled the room with. His breathing was heavy and his light grip he kept up pulled soft moans from his chest. 

Your name fell from his lips again in a breathy whimper and he slid his hand up higher to pull little twisting strokes right around the head of his cock, his thighs physically flinching at the sensation. His head fell back with a groan and he moved his hand faster right there. 

“Yeah.” he whimpered out, naturally starting to thrust up into his own touch a little, “Yes, yes, yeah, baby, fuck-” 

But he slowed it down to make it last, choking out a soft cry as he dragged his hand down in long slow strokes to ease the rising pressure again and he lolled his head to the side as he peered down at your picture again resting up on his bed sheets. His breaths fell heavier and as his impatient desperation grew, he had to move to a better position. 

The images in his mind followed the shift as he grabbed his phone with his left hand and could almost vividly picture you climbing on top of him as he draped himself backwards against his pillows. He craved to touch every inch of your skin for real but his imagination did him temporary justice as he pictured you unbuttoning his shirt to drape it open and give him a greedy view of your bare breasts and beautiful body. Lando bit his bottom lip again as he gave himself a few more lingering seconds of soaking up every inch of your picture in his phone before he was making a fist and lowering it down onto the tip of his dick so he could imagine what it would feel like to truly slip inside your cunt. 

“Oh, God, baby.” Lando whimpered at the tight squeeze of his lubed up hand, not tearing his eyes away from your image for even a second, “Shit, you feel so good.” 

But if he shut his eyes, it almost felt so real; like you were truly there in his dorm room and bouncing on his dick. The image was so vivid in his mind to the point that he could see the bounce of your breasts and the mess of your hair and the smudge of your fair makeup, your tiny lace panties simply pushed to the side. The sound of his hand on himself was easily enough replicated and he sped it up a little more with a lingering groan, his head tossed back against his pillow. 

Lando’s breathy praise was spoken to no one, “Good girl. Fuck- good girl, baby, just like that.”

He took one last look at your picture on his phone before he had to drop it to reach out and grab his thigh with a strangled whimper. He knew your face better than anything so resorting to just his imagination wasn’t a difficult task and he did so gladly. Being alone, there wasn’t too much of a need to be quiet but Lando tended to anyway, only letting out the smallest little whimpers and moans between his shallow breaths as the pleasure drew through his veins. 

The craving for you was so intense Lando felt almost dizzy and he fabricated you taking his whole cock deep inside you over, and over, and over, faster and faster. He choked out a little moan as his hand sped up and his head tossed back sharply against the pillows as his nails raked up his thigh in overwhelm. 

“Fuuuck-” 

Lando’s hand flew to his hair and he grabbed a tight handful as his hips started bucking up into his hand slightly, his moans only getting louder and he could nearly hear yours too, he swore. He just wished he could get his hands on you to grab your hips and fuck up into you or to grab your breasts and watched your face fall into pleasure. He dreamt of what your pussy felt like when you would cum around him, definitely knowing that his hand would never compare no matter how hard he tried to attempt to replicate it. 

“Oh God.” he squeaked out, his voice tightening in strain as he grew closer. His jaw clenched as he raised his head up to watch his lubed up hand get faster as the tip of his aching cock leaked for orgasm, groaning through his teeth, “Yes, baby, don’t fuckin’ stop.” 

Lando’s brain was flooded with your face, your body, every single one of his favourite pictures of you making up this never ending flow of stunning brilliance that he wanted to absolutely take advantage of in the best way. If you were anything like your writing, you knew how to fuck and Lando wanted all of it. Most importantly, he wanted you. 

Faint sweat was forming at his hairline as he fucked up into his hand that was feverishly stroking his cock, his chest rising and falling in anticipation as he gripped the back of his hair and spread his legs a little wider. His moans were getting more pathetic, more desperate, more pleading and he couldn’t stop picturing you on top of him. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” he squeaked out quickly, “Lemmy cum inside you. Please, let me cum inside you.”

He fell silent for a second, only rasping out a ‘yes’ and your name, and his hand worked him right into orgasm. His mouth fell open and his head dropped back against the pillows as a little dribble of white spurted gently from his tip and fell onto his hand followed by a second. He stroked himself slower, really pulling and twisting to get more out as his hips ground up and a good shot streaked right up his faint abs. 

“Yes.” he breathed through his teeth, slowing right down, and his breath froze in his chest for a second as more leaked from his tip and he could feel his cock physically pulsing in his hand. Lando bit down on his bottom lip as he moaned out of his orgasm. “Mm, fuck.” 

He took a second to steady his breathing a little - and to imagine you falling onto the bed beside him and swallowing him up in pleasurable blissed out tired kisses - and then he reached over to his night stand to grab a tissue from the box. He wiped off his hand and then grabbed another to clean up the few streaks across his stomach and the tip of his dick before throwing them into the small garbage bin beside his bed. With a little pleased smile and a soft sigh, Lando rolled over to grab his underwear from the ground and pulled them on as he got off his bed. 

When he glanced back over his shoulder at the wrinkled sheets, he could only see your picture still on his phone as the true shape of your body laying there watching him get up, your cheeks flushed and hair a mess and shirt left unbuttoned to expose your chest to him. And you’d smile at him so adoringly that it honestly made his heart flutter and he wished he could really see you leaking with his cum right onto his duvet. 

In his underwear, Lando slipped out of his room into the silent suite that was still missing his roommate and helped himself to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. He took one last look in the mirror, brushing his hand over his once styled hair, and then returned to his room and closed the door behind him. 

Lando smiled at your picture that was still on his phone screen when he returned and he sat back down on his bed and slouched back against the headboard as he closed the photos app and removed do not disturb from settings. Instagram popped up with two notifications and Lando’s guess was correct that it was his two friends waiting for him. Since he hadn’t been able to properly talk to George yet since he was eating, he opened his messages first. 

georgerussell63: I’m back! georgerussell63: She just left you a little treat for after class lmao georgerussell63: I’m surprised I didn’t come back to spicy messages from you georgerussell63: Who are you and what have you done with Lando? georgerussell63: Haha

Then, a few minutes later, his friend’s casual banter shifted into the kind of messages Lando dreaded to read. 

georgerussell63: Mate, wait did you see? :/ georgerussell63: Wait probably not because I know you have him blocked georgerussell63: Do you want to know? georgerussell63: Idk where you are but I’ll just tell you anyway georgerussell63: It’s HIS shirt that she’s wearing :/ georgerussell63: Hello??

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he shifted in place at the sudden feeling of a sharp blade piercing his chest ached his heart. He rubbed his hand over his chest and then worded a simple response.

landonorris: What the fuck

He swiped out of his conversation with George and opened Alex’s to see similar messages waiting for him. 

alex_albon: Oh my God mate alex_albon: Ok warning now, you’re not going to like this alex_albon: She reposted HIS story on hers alex_albon: He was at the photoshoot and it’s his shirt she’s wearing in the post alex_albon: I’m literally so angry for you alex_albon: Lando? alex_albon: Hope you didn’t drown

Lando didn’t know what to say other than a repeat of,

landonorris: What the fuck

It had been a few months since you had publicly announced that you were dating some random influencer guy that Lando had barely heard about. Another thing he’d never admit? That he cried four times that day over it. It was a part of you that he should have been supportive of knowing that if you were happy then he should be happy, but it honestly just made him feel like trash, like some irrelevant stupid fanboy, and completely hopeless in love. In fact, to put it truthfully, Lando loathed the sight of your boyfriend. He loathed the sound of his name. He never would dream to hate another human being but your boyfriend pushed him pretty damn close to that. 

Lando just knew you could do so much better. 

You could do so much better with him. 

georgerussell63: I’m so sorry mate alex_albon: I’m so sorry buddy alex_albon: I will literally fight this man for you

Lando suddenly felt so dirty but not in the way that he had planned as the concept of having been staring at you in his shirt and jerking off to you in his shirt suddenly made him want to throw up. Cheeks pink with anger, Lando did the only thing he could honestly do in that moment: rant to his best friends in their group chat. 

landonorris: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me landonorris: Why is he literally everywhere landonorris: Why is he all over her all the fucking time??? landonorris: Does he not have a job??? landonorris: Can I not have one nice thing?? landonorris: These were her best pictures yet and he fucking ruined them landonorris: Why is she wearing his shirt in a photoshoot? landonorris: WHY WAS HE EVEN THERE?? georgerussell63: This is so fucked alex_albon: I’m literally pissed off too alex_albon: I couldn’t even tell you what this man's job is georgerussell63: Don’t worry Lan you’re gonna get to her some day and she’s going to fall all over you 🤍 georgerussell63: You’re literally perfect for each other she just doesn’t know you yet alex_albon: But she will!! georgerussell63: Hell yeah she will alex_albon: He may be someone she’s in love with now but you’re gonna be the one she’s in love with forever georgerussell63: Oof Albono spitting facts 🔥 landonorris: Like what does he have that’s so great landonorris: He’s brunette?? landonorris: Oh wow nice georgerussell63: Is now the time to mention that so are you? landonorris: Whatever mate I’m desperate landonorris: It fucking hurts and I hate that it hurts georgerussell63: It’s gonna make you stronger georgerussell63: Like Kelly Clarkson said lol alex_albon: You’re gonna be so strong it’ll be like WWE level gains up in here 💪🏼💪🏼 georgerussell63: She’s gonna be all over those guns mate georgerussell63: Unbelievably sexy 🥵 landonorris: Omfg guys 😂😂 alex_albon: Ripping through shirts kind of strong georgerussell63: Absolutely demolishing weak boyfriends kind of strong landonorris: Might go to shake his hand like a gentleman and -oops sorry didn’t mean to break your arm mate georgerussell63: PFFFF LMFAO alex_albon: HAHA dkm omggg georgerussell63: 1000% alex_albon: Plus you can race and what kind of girl doesn’t literally swoon over a guy that can race fast cars landonorris: Bro barely landonorris: Talking about not even getting past F4 is not the way to impress a girl georgerussell63: Fuck F4 mate alex_albon: What do they know about talent georgerussell63: Yeah and you’ve got serious skill georgerussell63: Fly to Monaco and drive circles around that woman alex_albon: And bring us too!! georgerussell63: That’s a given

Lando smiled lightly to himself and slid farther down on his bed as his friends eased his conscious like it was their day jobs. His heart beat for you, that was undeniable, and there was a second of any day that went by where he wasn’t thinking about how to get to you. 

landonorris: Next book tour idc I’m lining up at 4am to meet her landonorris: I bet she smells so good alex_albon: Siiiimp georgerussell63: Just please don’t say that to her face

PART TWO

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I loved how in this chapter the love between Jake and Jessica was confirmed once again and above all how they both finally said that they love each other!🥹

"Come on, Smart Girl, use your big brain. What do you think is the most incredible tasting thing I've ever had my mouth on?"

"Damn," he murmured as he looked up at her and dragged his lips along her inner thigh. "So much better than the waffles."

Jake as usual knows how to make a girl melt🫠

"But you have nothing to be nervous about. Coyote already knows all about you and can't wait to meet you. Phoenix will be excited to have more estrogen in her presence. Fanboy will ask you if you like Star Trek or Star Wars better, and he'll judge you relentlessly based entirely upon your answer. Payback is probably the nicest person you'll ever meet in your life. And Bob will blush and stutter as soon as you shake his hand."

I love how Jake was able to describe each member of the Daggers so perfectly in so few words, plus I loved how he immediately noticed Jessica's nervousness and tried to calm her down🥹

"Can we not talk about Dev? On my birthday?" Jake drawled, downing half of his own bottle.”

Jealous Jake is back!

“The two beers she drank started to sour in her stomach as she watched the other woman reach for Jake's hand. None of this stuff seemed like such a big deal when he mentioned it last weekend, but now Jessica kind of understood things a little better. This is what Jake was used to, and she was nothing like these other women. Her black dress felt like it was mocking her now even as she just finished checking herself out in the bathroom mirror. She was more covered up than basically anyone here besides the bartenders, and she flushed in embarrassment.”

This part struck me so much because of the realistic way you wrote it, I felt the sense of embarrassment and almost inadequacy that Jessica was feeling. I think the fact that she saw with her own eyes what Jake had told her struck her much more. I was so sorry when Jessica thought that she was not like the other girls that were in the bar and she almost felt like she was less than the others. But I think that one of the many reasons why Jake fell in love with Jessica is precisely the fact that she is not like the girls he was used to, she is different but in the most positive way there is, the way in which she's so smart, her charm, sweetness and sense of humor are exactly what set her apart and what Jake can't live without anymore!

"Jessica," he barked, looking more upset than she'd ever seen him before as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to him in the crowd. She didn't try to fight him as his forehead came to rest against hers as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Baby. I'm in love with you."

"I love you. I love you, because you're not like everyone else. You're not offering to do that shit here, because you don't have to do anything like that to have all of my attention."

AHHH! He finally told her those three words he wanted to say to her for so long🥹

"Nobody else has ever called me smart before. Nobody else ever cared about my opinions before you, Jessica. You think anyone ever thought I might like to read a physics journal, let alone pick out some specifically covering topics that interested me? No. Just you," he said, kissing her forehead before continuing. "I love you, because you treat me better than anyone else ever has. You're actually perfect, Baby, and you treat me like I matter. And you made me work for it. I've been flying with a picture of you in my helmet bag so I can look at it whenever I want. I can barely handle going a day without seeing you. So when you ask me how long I see us staying together?" He sighed and studied her face before he said, "Forever? Or until you come to your senses? You tell me, Reedy."

The sweetness of these words made me move, they were so beautiful, and the fact that he wants to be with her forever? aww this is so perfect🥹

"I love you," he told her again, green eyes earnest. "I've never said that to a woman before tonight, but I love you so much, Jessica."

This sentence literally warmed my heart, a sentence that may seem normal on the surface but I think it has an immense and romantic meaning. I'm so happy that Jake said he loved her and that she was the first woman he said that to, it was such a magical and special moment🥹

“When she couldn't run across the parking lot in her heels, Jake carried her while she laughed. "I just want to get home, look at the cool birthday gift that's hanging on my wall, and unwrap you in bed."

The chapter was amazing as is the relationship between Jake and Jessica. I absolutely loved Jake's speech, how he pointed out how he has never been treated the way Jessica treats him, how he has never felt the way he feels with her, how she makes him feel important, intelligent and loved every day and how he reassured Jessica that it is precisely the fact that she is not like all the other girls that made him fall in love so strongly along with the way she treats him. Aww I love them so much, this was so wonderful!💗✨

Adult Education Part 19 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake's birthday starts out with the perfect breakfast in bed and ends with a night out at the Hard Deck with his girlfriend. Somewhere along the way, Jessica gets the wrong impression of the way he feels about her and the gift she got for him, but he's ready to straighten her out.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral, angst, language, drinking, 18+

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake woke up late with sunlight on his face and Jessica still sound asleep next to him. His fingers were threaded through her hair, and his lips were close to her forehead. When she squirmed a little bit in her sleep, he kissed her, and she tucked herself under his chin. 

"Happy birthday," she whispered, and he stroked his thumb along her cheek.

"You already told me that last night," he drawled softly.

"Is there a limit on how many times I'm allowed to say it today?" She kissed his Adam's apple and ran her fingers through his chest hair, and he melted at her touch.

"No," he whispered. "I'm just not used to anyone making a fuss over me."

"So you said," Jessica replied. "Do you want to make waffles? I'd offer to do it, but I think you should at least supervise." 

Jake chuckled and pulled the blanket higher up over both of them. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips. "I just want a little bit more of this first." She let him pull her against his body while he rolled onto his back, and she ended up on top of him with a smile on her face. "God, Jessica," he whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

He saw the blush that colored her cheeks before she rested her head against his chest. "I should be the one showering you with compliments today," she mumbled. "Not the other way around."

Jake grinned and tucked his hands behind his head. "Go for it," he said, and she met his eyes again. "Do your worst."

She took his chin in her hand and moved his head around at different angles. "You're okay looking," she said with a shrug. "For a blonde." She was obviously trying not to laugh as she said, "And your body is decent."

"Decent?" he repeated. 

"Yeah. You heard me."

In an instant she was on her back with both of her hands pinned above her head in one of his, and Jake's fingers grazed her side. "There goes the idea I had where you were going to be nice to me all day."

She laughed and tried to squirm away from his fingers. "You told me to do my worst! You're hot, and you know it. Now don't you dare tickle me."

Jake winked at her before gently squeezing her below the ribs making her squeal. "That's just a little threat right there, Smart Girl. To keep you in line."

"I'll be nice!"

When he released her hands, she looped them around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. She was still laughing, which made him laugh. And then Jake just made out with his girlfriend. His hands stayed on her waist even though she was naked and perfect, and hers remained on his shoulders and in his hair. 

"I like this," he whispered against her neck. "Having you here is a nice birthday treat."

She nipped his lips and ran her nose along his cheek as their legs tangled together. "I like it, too." When she ran her nails along his scalp, he groaned and ended up curled up in her arms. "You're adorable," she whispered. 

"I thought you said I was hot."

With a soft kiss to his forehead, she said, "You are. But that's not even close to being the best thing about you, Smart Boy." 

Jake was so in love. It was time to say something. He was sure about it. But she pulled her hand away when his stomach growled, and she laughed. "Let's make waffles."

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Jessica was wearing one of Jake's TOP GUN shirts and running back and forth between the waffle iron and the wall outside his bedroom door. "Is it straight?" Jake asked as he held up the print of his jet that she gave him for his birthday. And he was completely naked which just made it so much better. 

"Wait!" Jessica called out as the waffle iron beeped. She was getting pretty good at this now. She made the batter this time with just the tiniest bit of help, and she knew just how much to scoop onto the iron to make them come out perfectly. Once a new waffle was cooking, she ran back to Jake again. He hadn't moved an inch, and when she checked to see how the frame looked, she kissed his back and said, "It's perfect."

He handed the frame to her, hammered the nail into the wall, and then hung it up. "I love this," he whispered. "Thank you."

Then he cut up strawberries again and ate a stack of three waffles that he told her were the most delicious things he'd ever had while she finished hers. "Actually... I lied," he said as he took the dishes to the sink. "They were definitely not the most delicious thing I've ever had."

"Oh." She felt a little dejected as she said, "I'm just getting used to making the batter, so I'm sure they'll be better next time." She was about to offer to wash the dishes when he started to grin at her. "What?"

"Come on, Smart Girl, use your big brain. What do you think is the most incredible tasting thing I've ever had my mouth on?"

"Oh!"

Approximately fifteen seconds later, Jessica was on her back in the middle of Jake's bed with the shirt pulled up to her chest and his lips on her pussy. She tried to push him away, tried to insist they could take a quick shower together first, but he wasn't having it. 

He ran his tongue slowly, luxuriously up and down along her slit and whined her name as her back arched off the bed. "So sweet." He plucked meticulously at her clit with warm lips while he spread her open with his thumbs. "And so pretty." She could feel the cool air on her most intimate parts as he ran his nose and lips through her wetness, making her moan.

"Jake."

"Mmm. I love how you make it sound like so many syllables," he teased, looking up at her. "Like you can't get enough of saying my name." Jessica watched him lick his lips before he smirked, and then Jake spit on her pussy. She watched the strand of saliva leave his lips, and she felt it hit her clit, and she bucked up off the bed as his mouth met her once again. 

She was panting, so turned on. She thought about the damp thong Jake had peeled off of her last night that was still somewhere on his floor. He'd fucked her slow and steady after that, but now he was eating her like he was starving. "Oh my god," she groaned when she felt him suck on her a little hard. "Oh hell." It was pleasure skimming the line of pain, and he soothed her with his tongue before doing it again.

"That's it," he grunted when she started rolling her hips up to meet his face. He licked her with his tongue flat and firm while she rubbed her pussy against him, completely out of control now. Her fingers were curled in the bedding, and she was digging her heels in as she got closer. Just a little bit closer.

When he wrapped his lips around her clit and cradled her rear end with both hands, Jessica came, thrusting against his handsome face and shaking her head. She was still hanging onto the bedding, her brain feeling fuzzy as he plucked at her with his lips, drawing out every little aftershock until she was giggling deliriously. 

"Damn," he murmured as he looked up at her and dragged his lips along her inner thigh. "So much better than the waffles."

"Jake," she gasped, his name coming out with surprised laughter as she carefully propped herself up on her elbows. He was kissing her knee now and running his hands along her skin, but she noticed his cock was so hard, so red and so ready to go. "Are you gonna fuck me, birthday boy?"

His eyes went a little wide as she bit her lip. "Is that okay?"

She nodded. "Absolutely." 

In an instant he was easing his cock inside her and kissing her lips. "I didn't want it to feel like too much," he whispered, his voice ragged as he started to thrust. He tasted like her, and she was exhausted, but it still wasn't too much at all. Not with the way he was already so close, and the way he talked her through it. "I didn't want you to think I expected anything more than the pleasure of my mouth on your body."

She moaned and raked her fingers through his hair as he filled her up. He was sweet and loving, and there were so many things she wanted to tell him. But as soon as he was spent, both of them curled up together and fell asleep. 

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Jake watched Jessica parade out of the bathroom wrapped up in one of his towels. She was insistent that she spend an obscene amount of time on her hair and makeup. Sure, she looked good, but she looked great all the time. He lounged back on the bed, already dressed and ready to go as she finally dropped the towel and started to put on the little lingerie set she brought with her. God, he wished that lived in his closet permanently. 

He grinned as she hooked the black bra that he would be taking off again later, and he said, "Dinner's in the oven."

"Okay," she replied, smoothing the lace against her body before she pulled a little black dress on. "How does this look? Because if it's not okay, I brought like five others to choose from."

Jake raised one eyebrow. "Is this some sort of joke? You look perfect, Baby."

"Are you sure?" she asked, adjusting the fabric across her ass and only making the damn thing look even better. "I want to make a good impression, you know?"

Jake laughed. "You're worried about that?"

"Well... yeah."

He sat up and reached for her. "You know Bradshaw and his Sugar will be there."

"It's so funny to me that he calls her that, because she's such a hardass when she needs to be," Jessica replied with wide eyes.

Jake snickered, well aware of that dynamic by this point. "I think that's why he loves her so much," he muttered, wrapping his hands around Jessica's thighs. "But you have nothing to be nervous about. Coyote already knows all about you and can't wait to meet you. Phoenix will be excited to have more estrogen in her presence. Fanboy will ask you if you like Star Trek or Star Wars better, and he'll judge you relentlessly based entirely upon your answer. Payback is probably the nicest person you'll ever meet in your life. And Bob will blush and stutter as soon as you shake his hand."

"I might be the one stuttering," she whispered nervously as she adjusted her glasses with the backs of her fingers. 

He stood and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You'll feel better after we eat," he promised. 

She gasped in delight when she saw that tray of chicken and vegetables he pulled from the oven. "My grandma used to make these kinds of dinners on birthdays, and I guess it kind of stuck. I'll make one for your birthday, too." He realized that was five months away, but he meant every word of it. 

"With all the fancy herbs and everything?" she asked softly. 

"Of course. All the fancy shit."

He watched Jessica take a bite of food, and all he wanted to do was drag her back to bed for the night as she closed her eyes and moaned softly. "It's so good. Oh my goodness, Jake!" She cleaned her plate and got more, and he told himself he'd make it again sooner than her birthday. 

When she offered to wash the dishes, he said, "I'll do them tomorrow. Let's get to the bar and get back home for the night."

After she slipped on a pair of red high heels that he'd never even seen before, he led her out to his new truck and helped her in. She talked a little bit more about work and her tenure review as he drove, and Jake realized how much happier she seemed when she didn't have to see Brian every day. He wondered what it would be like when that asshole came back to work. He would have to make sure he visited her office hours with enough frequency to keep Brian in line and keep his hands and nasty words to himself. 

"It's so cute!" Jessica gushed when he pulled into the Hard Deck parking lot.

He laughed and said, "Don't let Penny hear you call it that. It's a Naval hangout, Reedy. Supposed to be a little rough around the edges."

She gave him an incredulous look. "Just like you're supposed to be a little rough around the edges? Since you're in the Navy? Yeah, nobody's buying that."

"Come here," he whined, and a second later, she was on her back on the front seat with Jake's lips hovering over hers. He had one hand up under her dress, wrapped around her bare thigh and the other stroking her collarbone. 

"How do we keep ending up like this?" she asked as he moved his hand slowly down to her knee and then her ankle while he kissed her neck.

"I have very poor self control when it comes to you."

Her skin was soft and warm everywhere beneath his hands and lips, but he knew she was right when she said, "We have to go in and have at least one drink." So they walked across the parking lot holding hands, and Jake didn't even bother to fix the little smear of her lipstick next to her bottom lip. In fact, he kind of hoped their kissing was evident on his own mouth, too. 

But after they were inside for about ten seconds, he started to feel a little apprehensive. The girls from last weekend were back, and they spotted him right away. He wrapped his arm around Jessica's waist as she smiled up at him and fixed her glasses. But the bar was also filled with a lot of women he'd hooked up with in the past, some on a regular basis. He felt warm and a little bit embarrassed already, even though his girlfriend didn't seem to notice. 

"I know it's your birthday, but you have to buy me a Sam Adams," she teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He felt a little bit better as he ordered two beers from Penny. While they waited, he saw Bradshaw over by the pool table in an obnoxiously bright tie dye shirt and backwards cap, with his lips pressed to his wife's ear. Jake used to think they were a little bit ridiculous, but now he got it. He understood what that felt like as he turned toward Jessica again and kissed her next to her lipstick smudge.

When the beers were set down in front of them, Jake cleared his throat and said, "Penny, my dear, this is Jessica. My girlfriend."

He saw the bar owner's eyes go wide as they settled on her face. "Wow. It's a pleasure to meet you, Jessica."

"Likewise," she replied with a smile. "Jake told me not to tell you that I think your bar is cute, but I really do think it's kind of cute." She gestured to all the personalized mugs hanging from the ceiling with a laugh. 

"Thank you," Penny replied. "It's like they don't think anything related to the Navy can also be whimsical."

A minute later, Jake was leading Jessica toward the pool table while she giggled. "You just couldn't help yourself, huh? Now everyone's going to like you, and the secret's going to be out."

"What secret?" she asked as he let his hand settle low on her hip.

"That I'm dating a nice girl."

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"Advanced Physics! Welcome to the Hard Deck." Jessica just gaped at her friend. Gone were the tweed skirts and pants and loafers. She looked devastatingly sexy in a black bodysuit and jeans with dark red lipstick and her husband's hand on her waist. 

"You look nice," Jessica told her as she started to rethink the rather modest dress she was wearing herself. Actually, most of the other women here were wearing essentially nothing, and she wouldn't be surprised if she saw someone else's breasts soon. 

"Hey, Jess," Bradley said, barely taking his eyes off his wife. "The beers here aren't as good as the ones Dev makes at Beta."

"I don't mind," she replied, taking a sip of her Sam Adams. It was still one of her favorites.

"Can we not talk about Dev? On my birthday?" Jake drawled, downing half of his own bottle. 

Before Jessica could even respond, there was a petite brunette woman in front of her, eyeing her up and down. "You're joking, right? Hangman? You're dating Jake?" Jessica felt her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment, unsure what to say. "What do you possibly see in him?" she asked, sending a smirk in Jake's direction.

"And here we go," he muttered, kissing Jessica's cheek. "Jess, this is Phoenix."

But before she could even respond, Payback and Coyote were both there, too. And then she got cornered in a conversation about the Marvel Cinematic Universe with Fanboy. And Bob did in fact blush when Jessica told him she was pleased to meet him. Then she had a really nice conversation with Coyote about fuel combustion, and Jake handed her another Sam Adams with a smile before he started to play pool. 

She was surprised at how easygoing and welcoming everyone was. She supposed it wasn't so long ago that the group had welcomed Bradshaw's wife with open arms, because she was clearly one of them now. This evening was turning out really nice. Well, other than the two girls who were looking at Jake like he was a snack. 

"Wanna play?" Jake asked, holding out his pool cue for her. 

"Sure," Jessica replied. She watched Bradley re rack the balls, and he let her break. So she did, forgetting herself for a moment. She ran the table just like she always did, sinking shot after shot, leaving nobody else a chance to even go against her. When she was done, she looked up and stood to her full height to find everyone gaping at her. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Jake burst out laughing, head tipped back in delight. "That's my fucking girl. Physics mastermind."

"Damn," Payback said, clearly impressed. "Usually nobody can beat me."

Jessica shrugged and said, "I could give you lessons?"

Now everyone was talking and laughing, and Phoenix winked at her as Jake backed her up towards the wall. "That was so hot, Baby," he whispered. "So fucking hot." His lips skimmed the shell of her ear, and heat flared through her belly as she gasped. 

"Jake," she whispered, reminding him they definitely weren't alone. 

"I'll behave until I get you back home," he promised, but she could feel his hand slide down from her back to her butt, and somehow she doubted it. 

She spent the next hour feeling too hot while she tried to tone down her pool playing skills a bit. Every time Jake looked her way, she felt herself clench with need, and eventually she excused herself to the ladies' room.

"I'll be right back," she promised after he pointed in the direction of a narrow hallway on the other side of the bar. It was thankfully cooler back here and a lot quieter, too. Jessica took a few minutes to get herself under control. It must be obvious to everyone what she was thinking about doing with Jake later in the privacy of his condo. She washed her hands and realized that her lipstick was smudged, but when she checked herself in the mirror to fix it, she looked happy.

With a smile, she smoothed down her dress and headed back out into the noisy bar toward the group of aviators. But she stumbled in her heels when she saw Jake next to the jukebox with his back to her and a girl wearing tiny shorts in his personal space. Jessica didn't even need to be good at reading lips to know that she just told Jake I miss you.

The two beers she drank started to sour in her stomach as she watched the other woman reach for Jake's hand. None of this stuff seemed like such a big deal when he mentioned it last weekend, but now Jessica kind of understood things a little better. This is what Jake was used to, and she was nothing like these other women. Her black dress felt like it was mocking her now even as she just finished checking herself out in the bathroom mirror. She was more covered up than basically anyone here besides the bartenders, and she flushed in embarrassment.

Jessica took a few steps closer while Jake pulled his hand free, but she could clearly hear the woman ask him, "Do you remember what I gave you for your birthday last year? I could take you outside and suck your cock again. Or we could hook up in your truck like a few months ago."

Jake was adamantly shaking his head and backing up, turning toward the bathroom, and then he saw Jessica standing right there. "Reedy," he groaned miserably, reaching out for her just as she stepped further away from him. "Please."

Tears filled her eyes as she watched the other woman grin before walking away, and if she was embarrassed before, now she was mortified. Jessica got Jake an actual birthday present and wrapped it up for him when she should have been offering to do those kinds of things instead? Why was she even here? And how many of these women were looking at her with pity in their eyes, because they knew she was completely out of her depth?

"God, I miss Chippy's," she gasped softly as she tried to turn away from her boyfriend. 

"Baby, listen," he begged, ending up in front of her again no matter which way she turned. "I haven't even looked at her in months. Since before we met!"

She kind of nodded as her lips quivered. It wasn't that she didn't believe him. "I know," she managed, trying to look at him through her tears. "I'm just embarrassed about what I gave you for your birthday. I mean, I can give you a blowjob here if that's what you want. I just...didn't know."

He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at her as if she'd just slapped him. "That's not... Jessica, that's not what I want." He swallowed hard and raked his fingers through his hair as he groaned and looked at the floor. 

"I should have put all the pieces together," she whispered. "I never offered to do anything like that for you before." Her mind was filled with the image of some other woman going down on him right outside where anyone could stumble upon them in the darkness, and she hiccupped awkwardly. The next sentence was out of her mouth before she could even consider her words. "How long do you really see us being together?"

"Jessica," he barked, looking more upset than she'd ever seen him before as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to him in the crowd. She didn't try to fight him as his forehead came to rest against hers as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Baby. I'm in love with you."

She closed her eyes as more tears fell. "You are?" she asked in disbelief as he pressed her back against the wall next to the jukebox, afraid to meet his eyes. She'd almost said the words before, but she convinced herself it was too soon for them.

"Reedy," he gasped, wiping at her tears behind her glasses with his rough thumbs. "Please look at me." When she opened her eyes, his expression was soft but anxious, and he moved one hand back to her waist like he was afraid she was going to try to run away. "I love you. I love you, because you're not like everyone else. You're not offering to do that shit here, because you don't have to do anything like that to have all of my attention."

She stared at him with softly parted lips while her heart pounded, and he kissed her. "Jake," she whispered against his lips, and he kissed her harder. His hand was a little rough now as he tipped her chin up so she was looking at him. 

"Nobody else has ever called me smart before. Nobody else ever cared about my opinions before you, Jessica. You think anyone ever thought I might like to read a physics journal, let alone pick out some specifically covering topics that interested me? No. Just you," he said, kissing her forehead before continuing. "I love you, because you treat me better than anyone else ever has. You're actually perfect, Baby, and you treat me like I matter. And you made me work for it. I've been flying with a picture of you in my helmet bag so I can look at it whenever I want. I can barely handle going a day without seeing you. So when you ask me how long I see us staying together?" He sighed and studied her face before he said, "Forever? Or until you come to your senses? You tell me, Reedy."

She threw her arms around his neck so hard, he grunted as he caught her. "I love you, too. And I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. I'll never come to my senses."

Jake laughed, and something like a giggle mixed with a sob escaped Jessica's lips before he kissed her again. It was really loud inside the bar now, but they were tucked right next to the jukebox like they were alone, and he dragged his lips against hers and tasted her tongue until he was practically gasping for air. "I love you," he told her again, green eyes earnest. "I've never said that to a woman before tonight, but I love you so much, Jessica."

She scraped her nails along the stubble on his jaw and cupped his cheek, her heart ready to overflow. "Will you let me beat you at pool one more time before we leave?"

"Anything you want," he promised with a grin. 

Jessica managed to inadvertently ensure her victory as she whispered to Jake how much she loved him until his cheeks were flushed and he was missing almost every shot. "I don't even care," he announced after she won. Then he quickly said goodnight to everyone else and accepted birthday hugs as he held onto Jessica's hand. 

When she couldn't run across the parking lot in her heels, Jake carried her while she laughed. "I just want to get home, look at the cool birthday gift that's hanging on my wall, and unwrap you in bed."

Two hours later, when he finally completed everything on his list and finished making love to his girlfriend, Jake lounged back against his pillow as he caught his breath. 

"Did you have a nice birthday?"

"The best."

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Jessica basically only needs to exist to have Jake's full attention. I'll be wrapping up this series soon! Get at me if there's something you're dying to see! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[buckyr00s]

Top Gun Second Gen and Their Go-To Karaoke Songs

author's note: listen, I'm currently working on Fanboy x Reader and Coyote x Reader pieces, but I couldn't help but do this. Feel free to add your own song ideas ;)

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It's very clear that Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw's go-to song is Jerry Lee Lewis' Great Balls of Fire. But he saves that song for the most special occasions--wouldn't want to overplay the song he cherishes most.

At the end of the day, his karaoke repertoire reflects his retro soul. Rock, jazz, and blues run through his veins and he's more of a lover than he is a fighter, which is why Frankie Valli's Can't Take My Eyes off You, Frank Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon, Queen's Crazy Little Thing Called Love, and Roy Orbinson's Oh, Pretty Woman are some of his favourite karaoke songs.

All-American classics are Jake "Hangman" Seresin's wheelhouse. He's almost always one of the first to get on stage and take the mic. If he's going to perform, he might as well set the bar for folks. And you better believe he's the type of person to command the stage, taking the mic off its stand the second he can.

Being the man of the people, his absolute go-to song is Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Don McLean's American Pie, the Eagles' Hotel California, Journey's Don't Stop Believin', and Steppenwolf's Born to Be Wild are his back-ups.

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is the person to go to for up-beat karaoke vibes. Wait until the liquid courage sets in and she'll unleash her inner disco, country, pop diva. She'll always get everyone up, singing, and dancing. And she's definitely got moves of her own.

ABBA's Dancing Queen, Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats, Spice Girls' Wannabe, Shania Twain's Man! I Feel Like A Woman!, and Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun are amongst her favourites.

Robert "Bob" Floyd sticks to the karaoke classics. It takes a lot of convincing to get him on the mic and it'll usually take him until the chorus to loosen up. But my goodness, when he does, everyone is left with goofy grins on their faces.

Sweet, wholesome Bob only sings sweet, wholesome songs. He has a rotation of songs including Glen Campbell's Rhinestone Cowboy, Elton John's Rocket Man, the Monkees' I'm a Believer, and Electric Light Orchestra's Mr. Blue Sky.

You'll catch him on stage holding the mic with both hands, doing his signature side step move with an occasional head bob--pun not intended but so welcome.

Hero by Mariah Carey is Javy "Coyote" Machado's favourite karaoke song. You cannot convince me otherwise. While he isn't the most skilled singer, he puts on a hell of a production. Because if he's going to sing, then by God, he's going to sing.

And if he's not singing Hero, though, he'll choose a different power ballad. Whitney Houston's I Have Nothing, Jennifer Holliday's And I'm Telling You I'm Not Going, and Céline Dion's It's All Coming Back to Me Now are some of his back-up songs.

Each time he walks up to the mic, he'll half-jokingly, but very seriously preface his performance with, "I'm gunna slow it down for you now." Needless to say, he brings the house down every time.

I mean, come on. The man's call sign is Fanboy for goodness sake. He wears it proudly. Mickey Garcia is a big believer that you can't turn a room like you can with boybands' greatest hits. Backstreet Boys' I Want It That Way, *NSYNC's It's Gonna Be Me, and Boyz II Men's End of the Road (monologues and all) are some of his favourite pleasures that he's absolutely not guilty about.

He's also not shy about honouring his Latino identity with songs like J Balvin's Mi Gente, Enrique Iglesias' Bailamos, Bad Bunny's Yo Perreo Sola, and Shakira's Whenever, Wherever.

Any song he choses, he's singing his heart out and giving it his all. He wouldn't have it any other way. The man low-key has pipes, but he'd rather spend his time on the mic playing it off for laughs than actually showcasing his talent.

You can't tell me that Reuben "Payback" Fitch isn't the life of the party. The man makes it his mission to make any function interesting. Like come on, proposing the 200 push-up punishment during TOPGUN training? If he's going to do anything, it better entertain him.

He's much less strict about his karaoke songs, and probably has the most diverse repertoire out of everyone. House of Pain's Jump Around, TOTO's Africa, Marvin Gaye's Ain't No Mountain High Enough, Lou Bega's Mambo No. 5, Outcast's Hey Ya!, Blackstreet's No Diggity, Gnarls Barkley's Crazy.

Everyone knows his taste is impeccable and it's always exciting when he walks up to the mic. You never know what you get, other than the guarantee that the party will turn up to eleven.

author's note: well how'd I do? did I miss any songs? also, there is a severe lack of variety in the GIFs out there for Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback. someone pls helppppp.

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[bimsha]

When It's Anime Time for You

Mikey:

He doesn’t fight with you for attention or anything, he’s just glad there’s food and continues eating while you watch the anime obsessively

You: Stop eating the snacks, I brought them to eat while watch. Buy your own! Mikey: You are literally eating those characters with those eyes, let me have the snacks.

Chifuyu:

He would curl up beside you and keep peppering kisses on your cheek until you shut him up with a peck on his lips. It’s easy to make this boy happy and he’d sleep the rest of the night beside you.

You: *pecks his lips* There, happy? Chifuyu: *grinning* Yes! Let’s watch this together then. 2 seconds later: Chifuyu: *snoring*

Mitsuya

He comes home and sees you and his two sisters sitting in front of the TV watching that new anime series. He’d quietly slip into the kitchen and make you three snacks to enjoy! (Get yourselves a Mitsuya)

You: Mitsu, when did you come home? Mitsu: *whispering because the two sisters are asleep* Just a few moments ago, I made snacks. Now that those two are asleep, we can have them You: You’re the best!

Baji

He paces back and forth at first and wonders why you’re just obsessed over cartoon and then he actually come into your room and sees the scene on the screen. Boi he gets into it.

Baji: I don’t get why you- HOLY SHIT WHO’S THAT GUY? You: WHICH ONE? OH THAT *inserting a long desc about the guy* Both of you at 2am: one more episode

Kazutora:

He just start to watch because you won’t stop ranting and then he actually gets attached because lots of anime MCs have broken families and he relates. Then he starts criticizing how the emotions are wrongly written in some instances and you two would write a very angsty anime series one day. He actually loves Fruits Basket.

Kazu : You know that character should be more broken, he went through that accidents just yesterday. If it was me- Y/n Wha- You: *cuddling and hugging* You deserve all this love, get it, get it Kazu. Let me give you all the love in the world.

Ran:

Actually he gets easily jealous when you keep on daydreaming about anime guys. When you start to binge watch an anime series he would be right there beside you with his hand slung over your shoulder as if to show those dudes in the TV that the girl is his

You: OMG he’s so hot! Ran: Y/n, he’s literally on fire- You: He’s literally hot Ran: *muttering* I hope he dies 2 seconds later: *the character actually dies* Ran: Is this my secret power-

Izana:

He’s pretty cool with it but he’s always on his phone while you watches anime. He just keep scrolling through it while he steals popcorn from you.

You: Stop watching porn and watch this anime with me Izana: HUhhh? y/n did you see the scene in the TV? You: *turns and see what’s going on* Oh- Izana: That *points dramatically* Is Porn

Inui:

He’s the type that quietly watches the anime with you, silently cheers on the characters and cross fingers when a fight is going on. You two would always order anime merch and have a blast opening them.

You: The order is heree! Inui: Whoa, that was quick You: LET’S OPEN Inui: *already ripping off the covers as his inner fanboy kicks in* When I open these I remind myself we’re broke for a reason.

Koko:

Man with him it’s a disaster. THOERIES, THEORIES AND MORE THEORIES. There’s no stopping this man. He really enjoys Millionaire Detective because Monehh

You: I want a Daisuke in my life Koko: Same You: You’re supposed to say I’ll be your Daisuke not agree with me for your man crush Koko: I’m a realistic man Y/n

Smiley:

He’s the type that would sing along for anime openings and then gay panic over characters with you. He’s great, really. But often his twin would burst into the room in panic when you’re singing and wonder why you’re screaming and then just join in. It’s free karaoke babies (cue singing Cry Baby )

Angry: Where’s the fire!? You: What fire! Where?? Angry: You two were screaming Smiley: *not caring and slings a hand over your shoulder singing* Sing along *personal OP concert*

[lou-struck]

Photo Op

Izuku Midoriya x reader

~Izuku just has to get a picture with his Idol, even if it's a cheap imitation.

This is another installment for my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.

'Wait!, Izuku,' you call speed walking after the mop of fluffy green hair carefully making his way through the crowd. His muscular frame trying not to trample over any other Pakgoers. "Where are you going?"

Seeing that your shouts are in vain. Once there is enough space to run without obstacles you take off, finally catching up to the pro hero and grabbing his scarred hand with both of yours.

His Emerald orbs find your face as he realizes that you were not following close behind him on his little excursion. Just as he is about to speak you double over in an attempt to catch your breath and hold out one finger to signal his silence.

Once the air has returned to your lungs you stand up straight. “Why did you run off on me?”

His freckled cheeks turn pink as he bashfully rubs the back of his neck. “I uhhh” He starts before the rest of his sentence turns into embarrassed murmurs.

'What was that Zuku?' You tease leaning playfully toward him.

'I wanted to see All Might? 

'All Might?' you ask shifting your weight to your other foot. "I don't think All Might is here, Isn't he teaching Today?"

"Not that All Might," he laughs shaking his head and pointing to a  man in a cheesy costume that vaguely resembles the former Number One Pro Hero.

Understanding immediately that the inner fanboy is breaking free from the Pro Hero’s shell

You start to laugh at the sight of the costume. "Well, that almost looks like him."

"Can we get a picture with him then?" he says eagerly looking down at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

"Yeah sure!" you say smiling down at him.

He happily takes your hand and leads you to the back of the line where the  Costumed cast member is taking pictures with some kids. The funny thing is your boyfriend is more excited to meet the hero than the kids seem to be. Especially since he keeps attracting stares from the others in the crowd.

A little girl tugs on her mother's sleeve and points up at your boyfriend in an excited whisper "Mama, that's Deku."

Her mother glances over at the two of you before affectionately looking back at her child. "Dear, just because he has green hair doesn't mean he's Deku. Besides, he already has loads of pictures with the rea~ with All Might why would he wait in this long line." She kisses her daughter on the forehead and continues on her way.

You can't help but let out a deep snort at the conversation. Izuku's face turns a deep red in embarrassment, what the woman said was the truth, he does have countless photos with the real All Might

The next couple of minutes is filled with the near rhythmic shuttering of cameras as the line whittles down. Finally, you make it to the front of the line. Up close the All Might costume looks even cheesier.  The muscles inside of the suit seem to be filled with lopsided stuffing and the wig is a hideously dyed dandelion color. Everything looks wring but your boyfriend's eyes sparkle nonetheless.

After posing for a few pictures the staff member who was taking the pictures hands you the camera and nods towards the exit.

"Thank you so much All Might," Your boyfriend says happily giving the man a tight hug. 

He's initially weirded out by the fanboyish actions but he shrugs it off with an imitated smile. "it was my pleasure good citizen."

As you walk away he looks at the photos with a pout "He always calls me Young Midoriya,"

You toss your head back in laughter, “How would he know that Zuku?”

“Because he's All Might,” he mumbles looking back at the picture. 

With a smile, you snatch it from his hands and he looks up in confusion. “What are you doing with that?”

“I’m just gonna snap a picture of this and send it to the real All Might.”

You wouldn't" he says

"You wanna bet?" you say waving the photograph mockingingly in the air as he grabs for it. "You'll have to catch me first."

With that, the two of you run off together through the park.