#of course im embarrassingly late

[beefycupcakes]

"We're going to jail, brother!"

*Sideshow Bob groan*

[heeseungsbm]

thinking about fuck buddy jake... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

₊˚⊹ pairing❥: jake x female reader

jake's sex drive is extremely high. he can't remember the last time he was able to go a week without it, he's always horny so he's grateful to have you to accompany his needs when he calls. he loves a good quickie and doesn't really care where you do it. fucking you when and where you're not supposed to gives him a pleasurable adrenaline rush, and he's really good at not getting the two of you caught. ♡

you've fucked in numerous peculiar locations; the couch at his grandparent's house, a victoria's secret fitting room, a playground late at night, his little brother's closet— listen... being squished on his lap for an hour during hide and seek wasn't going to end any other way. you surprisingly haven't done anything in a movie theater yet, but he absolutely plans on it.

jake's favorite place to fuck you is definitely in his car where you can get loud as ever. he loves taking you to the back, bending you over and pounding your pussy until the seats get sticky with sweat and cum, the windows get so fogged up from both of your hot heavy breathing combined.

fuck buddy jake will always give you head before fucking you. he has the most plump, voluminous lips that make you feel better than any toy can. he'd whisper against your cunt that aches for him, spitting on it and smearing the saliva around with his digits to prepare you for his tongue+fingering combo. the way you look down at him with so much adoration when he's in between your legs makes him crazy hard, and it feels so good to give his cock slow strokes as he french kisses your pussy. he keeps a certain length to his hair solely because he loves how you run your fingers through it while he makes soft suctions on your sensitive clit, how you grip it hard to grind against his soft lips before cumming in his mouth.

you never cared for australian accents until you met your fuck buddy jake. the way he speaks is just saurrr sexy, his tone is soft and sweet with you and it makes a complete pool in your panties. you easily do anything he asks. he thinks it's so cute how embarrassingly wet you get from his voice alone, so he makes sure to talk you through your orgasms as much as he can when you fuck. most of all, jake loves to call you his good girl, it's his favorite line of praise. "you look so pretty taking my dick. you wanna be a good girl and cum for me?" he'd talk your head off during missionary, showering you in filthy compliments.

fuck buddy jake likes to text you consistently. sending good morning & goodnight texts just feels right to him, and he always insists you text that you made it home safely after you leave his place. he's the first person you send selfies to before you post them on social media, and of course he gets the exclusives, if you're picking up what im putting down. you two exchange nudes and sext back and forth during late horny hours, he desperately fucks his fist in his bed to the nasty messages that pop up on his screen. he likes to send you videos of him stroking his dick and cumming all over his abdomen with his face in the frame, you save and touch yourself to them when he's not able to come over ❤︎₊ ⊹

fuck buddy jake loves to mark your body, even though you're not officially his. he'd hungrily bite and suck on the sweet spots of your flesh, creating dark bruises in places only he gets to see. not your neck since its too obvious, but your tummy, in between your thighs, and his favorite place— your tits. he hates when you wear tops that expose your chest and will pull up your top when nobody is looking, because all his hickies reside there, which are only for his eyes only.

fuck buddy jake is a whiney moaner, he just cannot help himself with the way your warm walls grip and tighten around his cock. he gets really high pitched and breathless, really loud when he's about to cum. "shit, oh fuck you feel so good. im gonna cum inside you," he'd moan pathetically, throwing his head back as unbearable bursts of pleasure pulse through his body. the groans he makes during sex are probably your favorite part of the entire thing, they're needy and dramatic. when giving him blowjobs you purposely continue to suck and tease his tip after he cums, just to hear him whimper and beg you to stop because he sounds so cute >؂•̀

jake tries his best to last for you, but sometimes he physically can't. you love how easily he leaks his seed though, it's kinda hot... especially because his load is always so excessive and messy. he'll use a condom depending on if you want to, but you almost never do, you love to fuck raw thanks to your handydandy bc pill. his pull out game is terrible... but to be fair, the warm sensation of his semen shooting up inside you feels too good to ever want something between the two of you.

fuck buddy jake cares alot about your pleasure. with his past bodies all he cared about was getting his own nut, but with you its different. when you first started messing around, he read books and took notes on female anatomy to make sure he knew exactly how to make you feel good, how to thrust, where to lick, where to grope, where to suck. you'd think he was a virgin after going through his search history; "how to make a girl cum from head" "how to make her squirt" "how do you find a girl's gspot?" he knows better than to learn from porn. he gets so carried away like a complete nerd, sitting and watching educational sex videos for hours at night with his dick hard, planning what he'll do to you the next day.

fuck buddy jake calls you his girl/girlfriend jokingly, but deep down inside there's meaning behind it. he's had the gushiest crush on you ever since the first day you met, and having secret sex nearly every day only deepened his infatuation for you and made him fall in love. however, he would never confess unless you hinted at it first. he has a great fear of rejection and would hate to make things "weird" between the two of you if you didn't want something more than just moaning each other's names behind closed doors.

all he can do is cross his fingers, hoping that one day his dick game will make you cum to your senses.

(yes, that was a pun pls LAUGH)

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

🏷️ @emowonz cornered and bullied me to drop bye

reblog if you enjoyed <3 pretty please💕 i'll do heeseung's tmrw most likely. have a goodnight/day/evening babe

[cherie-doll]

Hi! I hope you’re doing really, really well, beautiful. So, I was wondering if you could write something about what the COD guys would be like on their wedding day. Maybe how their weddings would go—whether they’d be big or small, or where they’d get married? I’ll leave it up to your imagination. Thanks so much!!!🤍💌^^

what a lovely thing to imagine <3

(sorry i am getting to these so late, i've been so incredibly busy bc i forget that im somehow an adult and i have to do adult things, there's just kind of a lot on my plate rn, if only y’all could see the mess my desk is in with trying to write and the paperwork everywhere but this was so fun to write tysm for this ask <33)

���♡𓆪 Headcanon: Their Wedding Day

༢ུ· Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

I'd like to think that Price would have a pretty big wedding, I mean just think of all the people he knows and has met along the years coming to celebrate this day, there's some people he's close with and even consider his family, of course they won't miss out on this opportunity to be there for him, the speeches would take forever because everyone wants to say something

He's just so happy on this day that he can't think of anything else, he doesn't care about whether the wedding is at a venue, church, barn, outdoors, he just cares that everything turns out alright, so he'll be perfectly fine if you decide to go with something simpler

If you're nervous while walking down the aisle he'll be waiting for you at the altar, smiling and looking at you the entire time, gazes meeting and transmitting a warmth and calming energy that everything has and will turn out just how you want it

He just considers himself the luckiest man alive to be able to marry you

Ghost

His wedding wouldn't be big, something on the more average/small size, he has his close friends by his side and doesn't want to bother inviting anyone else he hasn't talked to in the past year, he knows exactly who truly cares and who deserves to be there

He'd groan seeing Johnny stand up to give a speech knowing he's about to sit through some embarrassingly horrid stories this man is about to spill

That is unless you have a lot of people you know, he wouldn't be at all against you inviting your share of people to the wedding he just doesn't want the reception to last too long to the point he's feeling more drained or stressed on the joyous occasion

After the ceremony and eating he'd be fine for MAYBE three hours max before suggesting y'all sneak off and just go to your room for the night, doesn't give a single fuck that it's his wedding he's going to let the guests have their fun while you have yours a little earlier than what you planned

Soap

He'd be nervous on the day, he's standing there, nervously smiling as he fidgets with his fingers, fixing his tie, his eyes wandering about the room until he hears the crowd gasp and he looks to the other side and sees you standing there, he is in awe of how you look, and when you get to stand in front of him he tells you how breathtaking you look, you jokingly ask if you don't always look breathtaking and he responds that you look especially radiant today

He's so lost in your eyes that when he has to answer "I do" he doesn't even hear the question, his mind not registering anything other than how stunning you look, the crowd laughs when he has to snap out of it and stammer an "I do"

When he goes in for the kiss he goes a bit too far and it almost turns into a heated kiss but you have to tap his shoulder reminding him that there's probably a kid or two among the guests

He is so happy he doesn't even care who is or isn't amongst the crowd, that lame ex of yours who somehow snuck in when you didn't even invite him? He barely bats and eye at it and just pulled you close for a kiss whenever they came near

Gaz

Both of you just keep sharing deep, meaningful looks as you see all the people you're the closest with arriving, he probably gets emotional when he was trying his best trying to keep it in and not lose it while he listened to your say your vows, especially when you momentary look up at him to say it

And he's waiting for when the officiant says he can kiss you so he can reach out, one arm around your waist and another cupping your face as he places a tender kiss on your lips just so when he pulls back you see the brightest smile on his face

I think a beach wedding would be ideal for him, idk he just seems like the outdoorsy type, and this is the best place he could come up with when asked where he'd like to get married, that or maybe in the mountains where he can see the beautiful scenery as you say yours vows

He'd love it if you watched the sunset together that day, as if nature were also sealing this promise between you, the scenery would one day serve as a nostalgic memory on which he can think back fondly of, everything from the soft breeze in the air, whether it be the sound of waves crashing as they reach his feet at the beach or the smell of pine trees in the mountainside

Roach

Omg y'all would would the cutest outdoor wedding, just imagine having it in a garden or by a beautiful lake with the golden sun that shines not in a harsh way but instead in a pleasant manner

And you both have your little quirks added in here and there, you compliment each other super well in that aspect that it's not even seen as unusual if the other references something because you totally get it

He'd have imagined this a million times, the night before he rehearsed his vows over and over again, he doesn't look up quotes or what to say, no this man lies on the floor and waits for the words to come to him, and the phrases that he writes come so naturally that he's having a hard time keeping it on only one sheet of paper

He'd probably go off the script, saying more than he intended until you're having to control yourself before you tackle and press kisses all over his face from now much you love him

He closes his eyes and feels incredibly lucky to have lived long enough to meet you and survive long enough through those missions to earn his moment of happiness that he hopes will last for the rest of his life

Alejandro

Have you heard of Mexican weddings? Anyone who finds out about the wedding is attending even if they weren’t originally invited and that last bit of dancing and drinking? It could go on until the next day

Forget getting any sleep, there is so much to stress over because the amount of people arriving could almost count for a festival itself, so much food is being prepared for all the guests that it’s overwhelming

And Alejandro would love every second of it, it’s all fun having so many people come together to celebrate and wish you all a happy marriage

The ideal place for Alejandro to get married would be at a cathedral, obviously it's only an option but it's where he's remembered weddings traditionally taking place at since he was a kid, he's always imagined it'd be him one day walking through those doors after getting married and having people throw rice at him as a newlywed

He behaves himself most of the time but as the evening turns into night his fingertips brush along your sides and you feel his breath on your nape as he whispers naughty things into your ears

Rudy

I'd like to imagine that Rudy would let you invite as many or as little people as you'd like, he wouldn't put a limit to any of it, and when you start getting stressed over wedding preparations he's able to just hold your hands in his and remind you how lucky he is to have you marry him, that anything will do and that it will all be a memory one day, so why worry and instead focus on making it a delightful one?

And after all the partying and celebrating, you're both left standing there alone in the venue, he takes your hand gently, his eyes gazing softly into yours as you dance to a song that he saved for only the two of you to dance to alone, I can imagine it being a song you listened to on the first date as he drove you home and now it's playing on your wedding day

You've probably held hands all day, from the moment you joined hands when at the altar, to walking down the aisle, to entering the dance floor for the first dance, and while you're both off to the side just sipping your drinks and still holding hands

But he wants to take a moment after all the guests have left to bask in this moment and soak in the feeling, asking you if everything turned out to your liking, just imagine laying in his arms as he holds you and you're both stargazing; a serene end to your night

Phillip Graves

The biggest, fattest wedding you can think of, everyone and their mothers are there, or in this case his Shadows and possibly anyone who's had at least one interaction with him, he's practically announcing it to the entire world

And I may be stereotypical when I say this but it's a barn wedding, the amount of times I've seen southern people go for barn weddings is insane I can't- my old riding place hosted those

It's beautiful nonetheless, he doesn't care who ends up going or not but all his Shadows are more than enthusiastic to celebrate with their boss, they've been teasing him nonstop since they found out he was dating you and now they won't stop especially since you're getting married

Tons of gifts and presents that you receive you swear you probably won't ever have to buy anything ever again, this is THE wedding that no wedding you've attended before or you'll attend in the future will ever compare to, it's that picture perfect that the venue owners ask to use the pictures on their website for advertisement

Makarov

I really feel like he'd be more the type to have it be a private wedding, that doesn't mean it isn't luxurious if anything he doesn't have a budget at all when trying to make you happy, he just leaves all the choices up to you, as long as you don't get stressed, the actual wedding planning is left to a wedding planner he hires you just have to sit there, look pretty and choose what ribbons you think would go best with the theme

As the wedding date approaches he gets more serious, and you worry he'd rethinking this whole thing or maybe he's stressed? On the day of turns out he had planned surprise after surprise for you, even though you thought you had been the one to choose most of the wedding theme and decoration turns out he himself had gone out and done a few things as well

He'd have hired a live band to play the music of your choice as you walk down the aisle, you're mesmerized by how it turned out, the adornments make the place look beautiful, but while you're admiring all this you don't notice him looking at you, you're the most extraordinary person he's met and he'll get to spend the rest of his life with you

Keegan

You guys eloped, originally the plan had been for a small, private wedding, you already had the list of people you would invite, but halfway through planning it you both stopped, looked at each other and just threw the plan away, you married with an officiant and two witnesses who happened to walk by

Even if people told you that you would later regret not having planned and waited for a big wedding you're the happiest you've ever been in this moment, the excitement rushing through not only yours but his veins that make every small detail seem perfect in this moment

People are probably wondering if you're both insane as you run together hand in hand down the streets, laughing and just happy that you're being carefree in this moment, just two souls in the expanse of this universe who have formed a deep connection in one another, what's not to be joyful about?

The future may be uncertain but it doesn't matter to neither of you, you've both had your difficult times but you deserve your happy epilogue

König

He's not one for big weddings, he cares more about the quality of it, which means he's very picky at the people who'll attend, he knows that at these events people tend to try and have their way when it's not even theirs, he simply doesn't want to deal with any unpleasant surprises when people he doesn't even know show up

When you appear he thinks there is no heaven greater than the one he is experiencing now, he thinks about all the chances there were before and now fortunate he is to meet you in your time and find each other when the world is so vast and time is fleeting

The vows he says in front of everyone are different from the ones he says only for you to hear in private that night, that's when he truly gets to be honest and say what he couldn't in front of all those people

There are many lovers in the world but none like you

Horangi

He's super passive about everything, you're sort of annoyed that he can never be bothered to worry about anything as much you do, colors for the wedding theme? He just shrugs and says a horrid color combination that could never work, it took him a three minutes max to choose what he would wear, BUT THEN on the day of when you're both in your separate rooms getting ready he's trying to get himself together because he's so overwhelmed by all the emotions he's experiencing right now

I think overall the wedding wouldn't be neither too big nor small, just the right amount of people from his side that are family members who have supported or come around to support him on this occasion and members he's close to

He's able to pull himself together though and try not to let his emotions get the best of him, he gets quite into the dancing along with you he swears he's never before felt as alive in the moment, he's grateful he was able to get his life together for you

Nikto

He wouldn't say anything about how he wants the wedding to be, whether it's big or small that's up to you, he doesn't care who you invite either, just as long as his favorite foods are served and he gets to enjoy good music for a little while before heading home with you is all that matters, oh and drinks, don't forget the alcohol

At some point throughout the night he sits back and watches as you dance with a friend of family member of yours and he thinks how funny it is that he ended up marrying you, when he first met you he couldn't have imagined that a single interaction with you could have let to this lifechanging moment

He can sleep calmly with you by his side, in his arms, safe and with no one to harm you if he's there, he may not admit it but this marriage only means he'll be like velcro to your side, that line he had always dreamed of securing? It'd be hard to get away from him

As long as this world continues he'll gladly be stuck with you, you've accepted him not matter how broken and scarred he is and he'll spend the rest of his life demonstrating with acts how much you mean to him, after all, it is the little things and acts in life that have made it truly worth living

[urrockstar-xe]

spiders on valentine's day - spiderman x gn!reader

posted feb 27th, 2024 6:02 pm

im late on v day posts like bad but who cares it's still love month so heres this :)

summary: a way too short blurb of reader spending the love holiday all alone, until Spider-man has his way. soso short, not proofread, late for v-day.

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wordcount: 0.5k

It was just past ten on the 14th as you made your way to the roof of your building, a bottle of fruity pink wine and a wine glass in your hand as you pushed the door open and moved towards the little metal table, rusted by rainy days and snowy nights. 

A few hours earlier your date had stood you up, so much for Tinder being a reliable Valentine. Now you have learned your lesson, never trust a guy named Brad. So now, your Valentine was the noisy nightlife of Queens, New York. and the cheapy wine that you had just picked up on the way home. 

You silently thanked your 5-minute-ago past self as you opened the pre-opened bottle, pouring it into the ice-filled glass. “Should’ve brought my book,” You mumbled before taking an embarrassingly big gulp of the wine. It’s not that you were self-pitying, absolutely not. It was more like the opposite actually. It had been a hot minute since you allowed yourself the freedom to sit down and not think a single important thought, just mindlessly sit on your roof. 

Plus it was fun to watch people below you, especially if they were freaking out over Spider-man swinging around the city. 

That’s until he swings toward your rooftop.  

Great

Just the company you needed. 

“You know, it’s sad to drink alone on Valentine’s Day.” Spidey started the second he landed, voice muffled by his mask ever so slightly as he stood up straight. 

“Spiders on Valentine’s day, something about that just screams bad luck.” You tease back, leaning back against the cool metal. Spidey looked at the floor, tsking as he shook his head. 

”Spiders have to be good luck, I mean, without me, you would have to spend this lovely holiday all on your lonesome.” He shrugged, sitting in the chair across from you.  You cracked, smiling at his mask. 

“There's that smile!” Spidey all but cheered, clapping his hands together triumphantly. You laughed, shaking your head the same way he had a minute earlier. “Did it ever cross your mind that I wanted to be alone?” You asked with a half smile, taking a sip from your glass. 

“I’m kinda hungry, just got back from this epic drug bust, you should’ve seen me I was all, ‘wam!’ ‘pow!’ ‘boom!’” Spidey ignored your question and instead made it a point to stand in the chair and show off his moves. “Anyway, I’m gonna go grab some pizza, you like pepperoni? who are you kiddin’ Spidey, course they do, everyone likes pepperoni, c’mon, man.” He muttered to himself while standing up and moving to the ledge, another tactic to get you to laugh and it worked. 

“Should I grab another glass?” You asked, watching as he set himself up in the direction of the nearest pizza place. 

“Nah, what kinda role model would I be if I drink and swing?” Spidey shot his first web, swinging towards another building as he yelled out.

”Think of the children!” 

[visionofvoid]

Limelight - LS18

Summary: “you’ll get your flowers my dear.”

Warnings: some shameless flirting, a cocky oc 

Pairings: lance stroll x oc

Word Count: 1311

She recalled the first time she ever encountered the Stroll family. 

It was at a joint gala to raise money for children with terminal illnesses and her parents, who were incredibly notable in the car collection and curating community, wished to donate a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 in a cherry red colour. It was one of the most expensive items up for grabs and had all its original interior in pristine condition. It gained quite a number of public attention, for a good reason, and all donations were given to the foundation they were sponsoring. It was that night that a young Piper Broadstone had encountered a young Lance Stroll, the boy in his late teens and too cool to speak to girls. 

It wasn’t until years later that the two families attended yet another high profile event, this time with Piper placing a bet and winning a one-on-one date and drive with Lance Stroll himself. She wasn’t too sure on how she would organise this one-on-one date as she found herself drinking too much champagne and dancing with her mother and friends. She honestly could have approached Lance but instead chose to admire from a distance, sneaking a look whenever she could. 

Piper had honestly forgotten about the auction until she received a message request in her private messages on her Instagram.

lance_ stroll: you know, if you really wanted to come for a cruise or a date you could have just messaged me on this

and its free too

Piper admired his cheeky flirting and it seemed that he was also somewhat eager to see what the date had to offer. Of course it was all up to Lance to provide the date and to showcase his driving skills, all Piper had to do was dress the part and just show up. 

itspiperbroadstone: i did it for the kids, mr stroll, don’t let it get to your head

kind of silly that you had to ask for an auction to get me to go on a date with you. you could have messaged me on this 

lance_stroll: bold of you to assume i want a date with you

itspiperbroadstone: why else would you message me at nine at night out of nowhere? 

lance_stroll: touche 

tomorrow at 11am, casual, braided hair may be best (car purposes only)

do you prefer lunch or dinner for the date?

itspiperbroadstone: we love a dominant king

lets do food after the drive tomorrow, you know, make sure it’s all in one day otherwise you might fall in love with me

lance_stroll: im certain you’ll be falling for me 

our parents will love the combined fortune 

itspiperbroadstone: old money nepo babies 

pick me up in the vantage xoxo

i want flowers too

i paid 50k i should at least get some flowers

lance_stroll: you’ll get your flowers my dear 

Casual to someone like Piper was a lot different to someone that didn’t live in an expensive penthouse in Canada. Of course Piper understood that casual was just a term to dress a lot more relaxed but she still needed to dress to impress. She followed the latest trends and embarrassingly fed into fast fashion so she was dressed all in just a pair of jeans with a baggy graphic shirt to pair. It was a nice sunny day so she neglected to bring a jacket as she walked out of her apartment complex, bidding her doorman a farewell and towards the Aston Martin Vantage she could only guess was Lance’s. 

He was leaning against his car, also in a rather casual outfit in a pair of jeans, brown boots and an all grey shirt. In his hands he held a bouquet of flowers, a mix of daisies, babies breath, camellias and a few other variations. He wore a large smile on his face as Piper approached, embracing the girl in a quick and gentle hug, a kiss to the cheek and then pulled away gracefully. 

“I wasn’t too sure what flowers you liked so I got a bit of everything.” Lance confessed, though he had secretly looked through all of her social media to find some sort of hint. It was in her highlights. 

“Thank you, Lance. They’re beautiful.” Piper hated to admit that she was blushing and instead hid her face in the flowers, disguising the action by sniffing the flowers. They smelled incredibly fresh. There was nothing like the smell of fresh flowers. “So, what have you got planned for us today?” Lance opened her door like a gentleman and held her flowers as she strapped herself in before closing the door when she was settled. He ran to the other side, climbing into the passenger seat and started his car, one of his prized possessions. 

“Well, I have a couple of cars for me to drive you around in at the track and then I’ll see how you go-”

“Driving one? You're letting me drive a Formula One car?” Lance chuckled in response, pulling into the lane and heading towards the Montreal track. 

“No, you can’t operate one of those. I’ve got a couple of other cars, much safer cars to take you in and for you to drive.” Lance’s eyes remained on the road for the most part as they drove through town. His car was enough to get some stairs and rightfully so; it was a beautiful car, anyone could appreciate that, and it was the biggest flex of all. Not many people owned a car such as the vantage, not even Piper of her family, though they did own a few Aston Martins. She looked out at the window, admiring the city she was born and raised in. The two settled into a peaceful silence as they continued to the track. It was not awkward, at least from Piper’s perspective. 

The 'Date’ was great PR for not only Piper and Lance but for their families, for the charity in which the money from the bid was going to and for Formula One itself. There were film crews at the ready, organised photographers to capture the two in and out of the cars, cameras and microphones set up inside the cars to capture the reactions of the two. 

Piper was genuinely enjoying herself, even though her braided hair was becoming a mess and she laughed rather obnoxiously in front of Lance. 

Lance was also having a great time. He never really got to show off his skills in older modelled cars let alone with a pretty girl beside him. He liked to glance over as he drifted around a corner, watching her absolutely lose herself into the atmosphere. It was something he found himself wanting to see more, yearning to see more. So, he hated it when their drive had ended and it was Piper’s turn to drive. 

She got into the first car, the pair strapping themselves in. She quickly posed for a camera pointing towards them and then turned on the ignition. 

“You can drive stick?” Lance questioned, Piper only nodding in response before taking off. She had devised a plan, starting off slow to get Lance to think she was nervous. She took it easy around the corners before she found herself approaching the hairpin after turn nine. She started accelerating, going faster and faster by the second before drifting the car almost expertly around the hairpin and turn ten. She couldn’t wait to see the footage once it was released of Lance's reaction. She finished the circuit, stopping at the pit in front of the cameras and getting out, throwing her hands in the air almost as if she was a racer herself. 

“Where did you learn to drive like that?” Lance questioned once the two of them were finally helmet free. 

“My parents are car collectors and curators, you learn a thing or two.”

[missmarveledsblog]

Bet on it ( Bradley Bradshaw x Reader ) part 9

summary : two years have passed y/n has finished the programme and instead of staying back like she said she would she knew there was no place like home only the faces she most wanted to see were currently on a ship somewhere in the atlantic ocean just for a past video to blow up

summary : more fluffy fluff and no angst , time jump

previous part

Two years later: 

This was different so different to how  it was when she step off the plane four years ago now, standing off the plane feeling the sun hitting her face  and the san diego air hitting her lungs . every stress and worry melting off of her shoulders  , that blonde fucker was right to that place was never home this was even stepping off the plane it was an instant feeling . she did try the whole two years of being in new york she tried  her hardest to make it home but moment her uncle asked if she wanted to stay on or go back she answer probably embarrassingly fast . It wasn’t  all bad they did end up getting more funding and more entertainment to come to the kids but what started it was her favorite. They also got new head of the department six months into the program and actually finally started learning things they should of from the start apparently a skew of nurse report daniel for sexual harassment  not that she was surprised one bit . she even tried dating but it never worked out , like piece of her heart was missing and it was right her in fighter town. 

a bright beaming smile as she headed towards her dad who honestly looked like he was gonna take off and become airborne with how excited he looked . the two heading off to her new house one he view over and over for her . it had to be perfect his words not hers but it wasn't  an apartment it was a home.  some thing permanent to cement the fact she was actually home , sort of planting her own roots in a way . 

the only downside to the whole thing was they wouldn't  be there .  the timing of her coming home and both jake and bradley being deployed to somewhere in the atlantic for three months seemed to merge at same time. promises to hangout when they came back . over the course of  two year she was able to mend herself , build back up friendship with both aviators . both she and jake were best friends again and she and rooster where friends , something was always hung in the air though , something that even that space of time couldn't  stop . 

he knew it , she knew but neither said anything in fear it would ruin what they just got to the base of friendship . and even thought since the programme started so late she didnt get to visit that long or often maybe a few time when she did see him it was awkward at first  then it was got better . keeping in touch by phone , emails , text and facetime ,  something  that would be prolonged for temporary time frame . stepping out of the car there they stood the dagger squad holding beer and pizza in their arms ready to welcome her home and  help unload the box Mav had gotten out of storage for her.  a wave of sadness washed over when she stepped into her new home , when she was coming home first she thought it would be to a shared one not this empty one story house . now that she wasnt going to have that promise made so long ago it wasn't end of the world but it stung a little at a fond memory that never came to the future with her. 

“ you ok?” nat asked arm around her shoulder , yet her face and tone filled with concern . 

“ im good just surreal being home again … for good this time” she smiled softly. 

“ no leaving me with these boneheads i will pull you back kicking and screaming i've been lost without you, really it was torture  “ she beamed as they all rolled their eyes. 

“ they're  not so bad “ y/n mused. “ well now “ she added . 

“ we learned our lesson really we are still so sorry” fanboy gulp still feeling guilty  . 

“ he ugly cried … a lot “ payback blurted out . 

“ im sure it wasn't that bad “ she defended . 

“ it was “ everyone including fanboy called as his own face grew hot and red. 

her first day back at work beth almost crushed her excitedly even marcus got one of the bone crushing hugs from the wonderful and divine nurse . pretty much everywhere she went she was shown once again why it was home. from the hard deck to the hangar restarting an old tradition as she carried the box of food in ton the base nearly first hand viewing  fanboys “ ugly” crying face as he ate , he wasn't the only one it looked like the all would  . she was happy to be there really but honestly it felt like something or some people missing.  the blonde and brunette men she adored more than life itself .  

he woke up the creek in his neck  never would  get used to the bunks on board . sleeping on the floor would be more spacious and comfortable but if he had his had his way he would be home , seeing her , seeing y/n the little comfort she would be there when they got back but still .  he tried dating , he tried moving on , not one of them were it for him not even close  to feeling what he felt for y/n but if she was in his life as his friend he could live with that  it was a month into the deployment he read her letters and email talking about how happy she was to be home and how she definitely  didn’t miss the cold weather of new york , she would tell him about the house something bittersweet to the both of them but he was happy if she was .  Still he hope the feelings would go away  ones that just kept creeping up on his , like she had a hold of him body , mind and soul .  finishing get ready he barely had time to rub his eyes walking lazily down to get breakfast it was strange he could of sworn people were looking at him .  even when he walked into the canteen seeing jake being surrounded by females wasn’t new seem tall and blonde was a favorite anywhere they went . But one did a double take like her eyes lit up and she whispered to the others soon they were all looking at him . 

“ wow it’s really you “ she smiled up at him 

“ sorry do i know you ?” he asked taking his seat. 

“ oh no but we know you “ her friend winked  as he and jake shared a look. 

“ can we get a picture ?” the first woman asked .

“ erm sure why not “ he shrugged thinking people were still talking about the mission he went on with Mav for a while he was a celebrity among his fellow navy officers . 

“ hangman how come you never told us he was your friend “ she cooed arm squeezing bradley arm pulling it from her grasp  as he sat and ate his breakfast. 

“Why would i , it’s just chicken “ he snorted seem to be out of the loop too . 

“ rooster  “ he corrected. 

“ well if you need anything rooster let me know “ she smiled seductively hands gliding on his shoulders. 

“ i’m good thanks though” he shook his head eating his food last thing he needed was a hook up on the ship , yeah she was hot but she wasn’t doing it for him that way . 

Throughout the day it was getting more and more confusing , handshakes and hive fives from people he barely even said hi to or more women given him blatant fuck me eyes as he was in the gym . Even someone said he sounds great it was probably one of the strangest day he ‘d had on the ship in last month . now he was ready to go sleep enter dream world were life was better til jake stormed into his cabin . 

“ you and darling y/n  are viral “ he panted holding the doorframe as bradley shot up in his bunk almost hitting his head. 

“ what you mean viral”. 

It was strange day , from moment she started her morning routine before work walking into the cafe she could of sworn she felt eyes on her the whole time , the barista seemed a little nervous as she took her order . every stop light cars honked at her waving as they drove past . it didn’t stop when she got to work not even a bit she felt like it was worse when she felt the eyes on her and strange comments began from patients, their parents and even coworkers . she could of sworn she heard people humming a familiar tune . she checked herself over in the bathroom probably way too many times thinking it was her clothes or something on her face . it wasn’t til beth and marcus pulled her to the breakroom beaming smiles on their faces . 

“ so you weren’t gonna tell us you were famous huh ?” beth crossed her arms and arched her brow only for y/n to tilt her head in confusion . “ it’s all over that clock app so don’t lie to us missy” . 

“ she means tiktok and every other social media website  shit it’s even on some news outlets “ marcus nodded excitedly. 

“ did you both hit your heads why would i be all over tik tok and news outlets “ she snorted only their eyes widened .

“ shit i thought you were being humble , you really don’t know do you ?” beth asked . 

Before she could say anything further marcus pulled out his phone showing her the video , one taken two years ago in the hospital in new york  , the day bradley and jake came to visit the kids . 

Clear as day it was her and bradley singing great balls of fire and the millions of views that showed making her eyes widen even more she was sure they would pop out and her jaw would fall off and hit the floor . 

“ your famous baby “ beth chuckled as she looked up completely shocked. 

“ the hospital posted it as memory thing along with other entertainers but you and rooster are all over the place its insane “ marcus smirked . 

“ i need to talk to bradley “ she gasped looking down at her own phone seeing messages from everyone from her friends to people she hadn’t spoke to in decades reaching out and yet none of them where who she needed now . 

The moment he got the chance he went to check it out and what was worse was he didn’t even have to search for it .  he couldn’t help smile hearing her voice hit his ears or her smile shit if anything it made him miss her even more and hate his deployment more . He was curious when he hit the comments  and jesus he was going to need  holy water to cleanse himself if he thought the women on deck were bad well the comment section made them look like girl scouts it was just at him hell he seen shit ton about y/n and even about them together . He couldn’t help chuckle at some saying the bumped into them saying they were married couple how he wished he could say it was true  or even in a relationship  at all .

He now sort of understood how the attention on deck changed , some blatant on the fuck me vibes  , some asked him to sing to them it was definitely his strangest deployment that was for sure . yet in the reality of it all , he just wanted to talk to her , make sure she was ok during this whole chaotic situation . so when jake offered to switch call time bradley jumped at the chance. It would of been midnight there he was sure now hoping to even get an answer but the relief hit the moment he saw her face pop on the screen wearing an over sized shirt , hair in a messy bun  showing she was in the comfort of her own home .  looking ever part beautiful to him , wishing he was there in every sense. 

“ roo hey shit ok so happy to finally called but over the last couple of days , you are not going to believe what happen , but trust me it’s real” she said looking wide eyes and nervous . 

“We are viral “ he asked making her nodded with vigor . 

“ good you know but honestly what the fuck “ she broke out laughing. 

“ oh i found out , been hearing it non stop but shit it’s not good as us “ he winked as his head fell back that laugh that made her insides melt . 

“ guess we have the fan base set for out tribute band huh “ she joked. 

“ oh and then some i’ve been offered so much head” he snorted only for her face to fall it was for a spilt second  . “ but i  didn’t except it groupie thing isn’t for me “ he covered almost studying her reaction . 

“ well if we’re bragging i haven’t had to pay for a single drink in hard deck last night … although they tried getting me to sing after a while “ she snorted. 

“ yeah can only sing with me hope you told them that” he winked as she flushed . 

“ of course i did  … you said same right “ she asked . 

“ course told them i only sing with y/n or too her now “ he said watching her eyes soften like something shifting in the conversation almost a flirty air to it . “ you’re ok though cause that really what  i wanted to know ?” he said not being able to take his eyes off of her. 

“ i’m ok it’s strange to say the least it’s a video from two years ago “ she snorted . 

“ have you seen the comments?” he asked feeling brave . 

“ i’m afraid to not gonna lie “ she winced . 

“ mostly positive and some out there but  most positive as i just said other than it’s a pr stunt from the navy and hospitals “ he chuckled. 

“ i wonder if recruitment went up “ she joked . “ i’ll read them “ she added. 

“ good i got  to go sweet girl this is gonna cut out  get some rest and no singing with anyone but me “ he smiled softly . 

“ be safe … and same goe for you “ she said before the call cut .  he could help smiling so widely as he headed down the hall , standing a little taller , something was different and yet similar something from the past , something good . 

“You talked to her” jake smiled . 

“ i think i might be able to get her back “ he beamed . 

She sat on the bed her book long forgotten as she stared at the now blank screen . she could easily pretend it wasn’t that way but something was different , flirty and intimate in that call . like she couldn’t stop herself letting what she wanted out by its own accord and now she felt herself berating herself and yet telling herself at same time it’s what she wants right? .

Hitting the call button  as she sat looking up  at her ceiling . 

“ i think i’m fucked “ was all she said thinking of what to do with her feeling hitting her all at once. 

last part

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[dancingundermoonlight101]

"it shouldn't be so hard to believe it was some sort of ruse," he says as he stares into the reflective surface. a mirror, the earthlings call it — it just looks like a big sheet of glass, to him.

"well, of course it isn't easy. it is not as if we were always cruel with each other before everything," he continues as he peels away old paint, "but it would hurt far less if i believed what everyone else keeps telling me, even if they do not know what they are saying."

"it is most unfortunate that our paths must keep crossing like this."

"i cannot get enough of your optics no matter our circumstances."

sorry i got carried away i am horrid at requesting things..Decided id just thrust this into ur inbox Lawl. but also a combo of your and my posts has moved me from my slumber. sorry again

I'M SORRY IF I TAKE THIS AND RUN WITH IT IN A DIRECTION YOU DIDN'T MEANNN I'm just ITCHING to write thisss!!! Also, don't apologize!!! YOU'RE JUST EVIL FOR ASKING ANON!! Now I can't stalk your page and read what you have written qwq (if you post.)

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Optimus stared at Megatron through what should have been one-way window. Yet knowing full well Megatron could see him.

The Prime was at first surprised to learn that Megatron had been captured by MECH. Embarrassingly enough, he had already thought up of countless arguments and counterarguments on why it would be a good idea for him to rush in to save — prevent MECH from dismantling Megatron and using him to create weapons or other devices that could be of equal danger, if not more so to the Autobots.

Things are a blur now to Optimus as he stands alone before his enemy. Ratchet, the only other bot to join him, standing outside to guard and warn Optimus for any ambush or trap.

"Optimus," Megatron purrs. "Rushing to save me after getting my distress signal? Please," His small movements somehow emphasized the red splotches on the ground. Dead humans. "You really shouldn't have."

"Megatron." Optimus glares. "Why are you still here? You could have blasted these walls and escaped long before I arrived. Is this a trap?" He decides to cut to the chace.

Megatron, for once. Remained eerily silent. Staring at Optimus's optics with a serious, pondering look. "Well, something seems different about you, Prime. Can't quite put my digit on it.."

"Don't change the topic, Megatron! Answer me." The Prime stepped closer to the glass. Wondering if he should just break it to get to Megatron.

"Ah, yes. I recall now.. I think it has something to do with these late night outings of yours?" Megatron grinned widely once he saw Optimus very visibly still.

"How much do you know."

"Enough." Megatron purred, walking to the flimsy excuse of a glass wall that is keeping him from Optimus.

"What are you planning?" Optimus asked again, clenching his weapon. His fighting spirit still strong. It doesn't matter what Megatron knows. Just what Optimus will do.

Megatron grinned wider, and before he could say anything, a bright explosion made Optimus unable to see for a few seconds.

Chaos ensued.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

(IM NEVER GOING TO FINISH THIS AND IM SORRYYYY BUT YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SO MANY IDEAS FOR FUTURE POSTS BUT IT FELT UNFAIR TO POST THEM WITHOUT FIRST POSTING THIS ONE) I will post stuff inspired by what you suggested though!! I ACTUALLY HAVE STUFF WRITEN DOWN ON A JOURNAL!! Idk how to give you credit, but if you see something that seems like it was inspired by your ask. Then it was ✨️

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

I just ended up watching Black Christmas last night and Billy is currently living in my head rent free (just like the attic) so I gotta send a request

How would Billy feel if he tried to call a female victim and ended up with a deep-voiced (trans) guy on the other end? What if instead of just insulting Billy or hanging up, he actually played along and got kind of into it? 👀

oh this is everything i want out of an ask. god bless you. (sorry this was so late i couldnt find an ounce of motivation to drop by tumblr. but we are so back.)

sorry for typos idgaf

canon billy stuff, f slur used (im gay and trans so bite me), a lot of obscenities, degradation, phone sex, masturbation, reader has deep voice and top surgery BUT a tdick and no bottom surgery (srry if thats a yuck for you its my personal preference), yadayadayada

reader didnt just get kinda into it, fella deep dived into it.

the ringing of the phone blared through the house. of course, you walked to go answer it. with a lazy hand and even lazier posture, standing against a nearby wall, you answered. before you could even get a word out, a loud shrill shriek nearly blew your eardrum out from the other side. it was so loud that you had to hold the boxy phone from a distance, brows furrowed and confused.

"piggy cunt. i want your piggy cunt. im gonna lick it! lick it lick it! you know you want billys cock!"

gross. the mans voice on the other end screamed and shrieked and gagged and sputtered out obscenities like he were a teen boy discovering porn for the first time. you cautiously brought the phone closer to your ear, speaking into it. "hey man, wrong number. also, gross." the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, but the line wasnt dead. "hello?"

and with a deep growl, the man responded. "faggot." woah, alright, this just got wilder. "excuse me?" you spoke into the phone, both shocked and mildly pissed. the voice giggled, the giggle growing into a loud screech and manic laughter. "faggot piggy wants billys cock! gag on billys cock with your deep voice." god, this guy was insufferable. yet... this was kind of... fun. you stood straighter, wrapping the phone wire around your finger, listening to the absurdity across the line. "oh, do i?" why the fuck are you playing along? this is weird! "oooh piggy wants to choke on billys fat cock like a faggot. billy will fuck piggys pretty lips with his fat juicy cock." his voice was low, nearly a growl, and there was a sort of desperation to it. his breath was picking up and faint slapping noises could be heard.

realization dawned on you, and dammit, so did a twitch in your tdick. you bit your lip and listened closer, as close as you could with his impossibly loud threats and fantasies. as he spoke, you grew embarrassingly harder, your boxers soaking through way too quickly. "what else does billy want to do with me?" you bit your lip as you unbuckled your belt, undid your pants, and slowly reached a hand down. you were sensitive as is, benefits of being on testosterone, and this sensitivity was only heightened by the sound of the freak on the phone jerkin his shit.

you let out a small gasp into the phone as you palmed yourself through your wet boxers and heard the line go silent again. fuck, he heard your noise. your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you hold your breath, pausing your hand in your pants and not moving an inch. the noises on the other side of the phone continued suddenly. the slapping, the heavy breathing, though this time it was louder and heavier. this time, he was moaning and spitting out his words like they were overwhelming to say.

"piggy slut cumming for billys voice? fucking slut. billys gonna take your cock and suck it and suck it and suck it until piggy cant breathe." your hand continued moving, slowly getting faster. your boxers were dripping wet and suddenly you became very conscious of them, needing them out of the way so you can fuck yourself right. you shoved your hand down your boxers and slickened your fingers and used it as a makeshift lube to stroke your cock faster. you moaned into the phone, your face red at your own noises, as well as the responses you were getting from billy. "faggot piggy, stroke your cock faster, faster, faster. billy thinks you sound stupid now. you want billys cock in your ass so bad, you slut." you moaned out a yes to his words, your orgasm drawing nearer as your stomach tensed and tied in heated knots. billys moans got louder, he got more frantic with his noises. animal noises, screams, yelps, girly moans, low growls, any noise you could imagine. the slapping of his own masturbation was almost as loud as his voice now. fuck, it was so hot. and fuck, you were so close.

"billy, fuck. im so close." you moaned desperately into the phone. "piggy slut gonna jizz already? stupid fucking slut. you moan like a bitch." hes one to talk. he continued his verbal assault and his voice began to crack and break, letting you know hes also close. as your orgasm edged you, you nearly yelled into the phone for billy to fuck you. insane words, even more insane context. you heard him spit into the phone his obscenities as he let out a long, loud moan. that was it, that is what you needed. you came undone, twitching against your hand and rutting violently into your palm. your legs shook and you threw your back against the wall for any sort of support. your hand tightened around the phone and you sat still after for a few moments to catch your breath and come down from your high.

after snapping back to reality, you realized the line had went dead. the embarrassment from the situation settled in as you released your soaked hand from your pants. you hung the phone back up and decided a shower was in order, probably a long talk with yourself too. as you got ready for your shower, stripping and looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed.

god, you pray that stranger calls again.

[fangsandquills]

u liek frank sinatra AND fleetwoodmac oh yea were bffs now

uhmmm im a bit spooked to ask this but could we maybebebbe get some casey jones (2012) x gn! reader, maybe like where the reader gets jeleous of him and april but liek they makeup in the end 👅👅 it can be headcannons or oneshot up to u 👻👻👻

THANK YOUUU 😛😛

.•*zZ A/N: Hey!! Yeah! Im a big fan of the two! Now, dont be scared to request m’kay? <3 Of course i can write this. —Also, i wasnt sure if you wanted this romantic or platonic, so i did platonic leaning towards romantic! I hope thats okay. =NOT PROOFREAD!! WORD COUNT: 905.

color of text indicates who is speaking relative to color of title! 💋🎬

CASEY JONES X GN! READER- Jealousy.

Jealousy.

You had been part of this little “group” for around eight months now, all due to being meticulously drug into it by your friend Casey. Casey Jones was a,, character. That's for sure. And at that, one that liked to push your buttons. I mean, isn't that what friends are for? But recently, within the past while- you and Casey had botched and butchered the line of “just friends” or “something” and managed to get into an- awkward predicament. One that just so happened to make being “just friends” almost impossible on your end. You found yourself hilariously and- almost embarrassingly- infatuated with him. Anything he did. 

His stupid laugh, when he’d clumsily knock himself off his feet while trying to show off his skills with his hockey stick, all of it was hilarious- but that wasn't all you saw in these moments, was it? You saw every little thing about him, analyzed by the fondness you held closely to you. There was little he could do to bother you- that was, until he insisted he bring April everywhere he went. And slowly, a growing wall built between you and April as you watched Casey flimsily try to impress her- and it was starting to get on your nerves. 

You noticed it started small- a change in his demeanor around her, acting more ‘cool’ or ‘macho’ to appear bigger and bolder in front of her. Then, she started to appear when the two of you were together- whether just out for lunch or hanging out, April never failed to appear at the worst of times. You could feel that there was something the two knew, and hadn't told you. 

That feeling was confirmed when Casey hadnt showed up to their planned hangout. In frustration, you found yourself walking somberly down the busy streets of New York. You passed alleyway by alleyway, and heard a rather familiar laugh echo from nearby- as you looked to the source, you noticed April and Casey walking down the street- fortunately, heading the same direction as you. They walked in front of you, the two keeping their distance as they laughed heartily side by side.

You felt a surge of shock as you saw the two, and a bit of frustration that quickly sizzled into jealousy- i mean, Casey had really skipped your plans to hang out with her? Unbelievable. You found yourself suddenly back in your room, posters and lights frustrating you further as you paced angrily. You hated this- a stupid feeling because of a stupid realization that there was a stupid reason that he hadn't shown to see you. As you paced angrily, you breathed heavily- shoulders tense due to the overwhelming feeling. 

Three soft knocks ring through your window, and you pause- head tilting at the noise. As you open your curtains, Casey is there. You look to his sides, expecting to see April- but she isn't there, just Casey. Casey Jones. You roll your eyes and open your window as he smiles and falls inside clumsily- “hey ____! Sorry I'm late- I was doin somethin,” he says softly, he sounds apologetic and you turn to face him fully- bringing your arms up to cross. You give him an unamused look- “why’re you lying to me?” You say sternly, and for a moment, you noticed the nervousness in the way his brows furrowed, soft black hair moving against his bandana “What d’ya mea-” “Stop. I know you were with April. I saw Casey.” You spat, words harsh, you didn't realize how wobbly your voice was before now- as you look at Casey, he sits up and opens his mouth to talk, only for you to cut him off. “Listen to me Casey. For one second.” You say, pausing. You roll your shoulders- frustrated from the ache in your back due to the tension there. “I dont know whats gotten into you but you made plans to hangout with me today. Me. Not April.” 

Casey looks nervous, twiddling with his thumbs slightly. “It isn't fair to me that all of a sudden she’s more important than me.” You say, facing him as he combs a hand through his messy hair. He starts “Listen ___, you aren't less import-” You cut him off again, “then why do you always have to have her with us?! I just want it to be back to normal. Me, and You.” You say, whispering the last part more so to yourself. Caseys eyes widen slightly, he stands and looks at you softly “listen to me ___, I understand ya, alright? I know i've been bringing her around a lot, and it's probably makin’ you feel, man i don't know,” he says “jealous” You cut in, looking at the floor softly. “Jealous, huh. Well, I never meant to make you feel that way ____. Really, i'm real sorry that I did.” He says softly as you look back up at him- he opens his arms weakly. “Could you ever forgive a dork like me?” he asks jokingly, and you laugh softly, leaning into him to hug him softly. “Yeah, I can… I guess. But quit being’ so- oh i don't know… lame? Yeah- lame.” You say softly. He nods and squeezes you slightly. “I promise, no more missed hangouts, m’kay?” he says “sound good?” he asks, and you think for a second before giggling slightly, 

“Sounds good.”  

[bambiparts444]

day 2 of being back from winter break. he keeps locking eyes with me. its wild. when I lock eyes with him, I tell myself that in order for that to happen, he would need to be looking at me in the first place.

i have early release during 4th period this semester, so if I have to stay after school for extracurriculars, I sometimes stay in his classroom. today, I didn't, since I was working with another one of my teachers on ap calc stuff. she had to leave to cover a class, so I was by myself working in the library. i thought maybe I should to see him, but I didn't want to seem strange.

i heard the library door open and i turned around. it was him. he smiled at me, and I waved. I'm not exactly sure why he came. the librarian wasn't here today, so you'd think hed just go back to his classroom. it didn't seem like he had any business to do in the library.

he came to chat with me about crime and punishment (the book, you naughty reader), and then he sat down at a table in my line of sight to sip coffee and read whatever book he was reading.

i couldn't help but notice how much I was stumbling over my own words, and tripping over my own feet. I'm never like that, but his mere presence turns me into a different person. i don't know. i find myself more demure around him. maybe I just have been that way lately.

i havent really been talking much to other people, ever since the incident happened with my two (ex) best friends. one texted in the group chat asking if we are just never going to talk again. i saw it but didn't respond. the other asked me this morning if I had seen the text. i said that I hadn't, and then pretended to check my phone. i said nothing more.

i want him to know me. i like him, and even if he doesn't romantically like me, I would at least want to build a school-appropriate relationship with him where we discuss academic topics. i at least want him to know that I'm not just some silly girl, who doesn't talk to anyone, who gets nervous and embarrassingly clumsy talking to him.

im overthinking it all. of course, i know I am. but, the i have the feeling of wondering if maybe he did notice how nervous i am around him. i wonder if he has picked up on my liking towards him. if he did, and he wasn't receptive, then he wouldn't be stopping to stay in the library after seeing that i was there. and he certainly wouldn't be sitting in my line of sight, looking up at me every so often.

i'll ask to stay in his classroom again tomorrow if I don't second-guess myself. this would all be so easier if he initiated conversations with me. if he just invited me to stay with him. if he just decided that he loved me right there and made a move on me. i wouldn't stop him.

[total-killer-brainrot]

Unrelenting

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.”

His face went red. It was so cute. This man had surely never apologised in his life. And here you were demanding he beg for your forgiveness. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to come to terms with the request.

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

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Johnny becomes obsessed with you after your last roadside interaction. You might be just as obsessed with him.

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All my fics are also on AO3

Not Beta Read. Rating: Explicit. Length: 5,048. Ship: Johnny Slaughter x You. Fem!Reader. Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Stalking, Masturbation, Murder Kink, Blood,Hate Sex, Submissive Johnny, Dom/sub Undertones, Grinding, Degradation, Begging, Praise Kink, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Rough Kissing, Soft kissing, Love Confessions, Out of Character Johnny

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Hurt Pride: Part 1 | 2 | 3

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WARNING: There is a VERY minor scene of SA before the smut starts. Nothing happens past kissing. But if you are uncomfortable with that please skip it. Everything with Johnny is consensual.

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It took him two whole hours to get back home. It was fully dark by the time his truck cruised down the dusty familiar driveway. To be fair, part of that was fighting humiliation as he jerked off in the middle of that old country road. It was an unsatisfying finish. Which only humiliated him more. And another hour at least of that journey was sitting in his truck thinking. About her. The sneaky little fox that bested him at his own game. And then every time he pictured her pressing that cute little knife of hers to his throat his jeans would get uncomfortably tight again. And the process would start all over again. 

Only Sissy, Nancy and Junior were home when he finally arrived back. Sissy only gave a curious, and judgmental, look to his limp. But he ignored her. Nancy on the other hand fussed over him. Which was the last thing he wanted right now. Insisting he ‘lay down’ and ‘rest’ and some such bullshit. He didn’t need to relax. He needed to find his mystery killer. She plagued his thoughts. He refused to elaborate on his injuries to Nancy. He knew she was just worried about him, but there was no way in hell he was going to willingly face the embarrassment of sharing all the… intimate details with her. 

He had to find her. He didn’t know how, if it was even possible at all. But he would. His existence couldn’t continue without this damn girl. He would find her. And marry her. Or kill her. Depending on how he felt in the moment. 

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You panted heavily. Body slick with sweat and blood pumping so hot through your veins that you felt like you were on fire. Every fibre of your being was buzzing with adrenaline and pure pleasure. You were sure that you must look like a mess. Hair wild and a spaced out happy look on your face. Though you were sure that the man below you didn’t care in the slightest. He was dead after all. And dead people didn’t really care about much. 

You ran the hand that wasn’t covered in blood through your hair. Smoothing it down as you checked the entrance to the dark alley for any witnesses that you may have missed. Stepping over his lifeless body, avoiding the ever flowing pool of blood that threatened to ruin your nice shoes, you slipped easily back into the shadows to clean up. Wiping off what blood you could off your blade, hands, and dammit, your nice shoes. The bastard had gotten a splotch of dark red right on the heel. 

It took a moment for you to realise you were scowling. That worried you. Typically after a fresh kill you were buzzing for days. But lately it just hadn’t felt the same. Of course, the kill itself was just as euphoric as ever. Driving a blade through someone's gut and watching the life leave their eyes was a feeling you could never quite describe. It fueled you. But instead of riding that high until you made it to the next town, you would find yourself itching for another hit far sooner. Sometimes even on the same night. You cursed as you looked down at your shaking hands. The adrenaline ebbing away and leaving you nervous and paranoid. 

You blamed that stupid Johnny fella. You should have killed him. Your head hadn’t been right since you left him on that backwoods road. Every time you sliced into a new victim you found yourself disappointed that they screamed in pain instead of letting out those delicious little moans that you couldn’t stop thinking about. 

A frustrated groan bubbled out of you and you stormed back out to kick the lifeless body lying before you. 

“Fuck! Fucker!” You plunged your knife back into him. Again and again. Fuck this horrid man who had ruined murder for you. You couldn’t even finish a simple kill without him entering your thoughts. Now you were disappointed that your victims didn’t act like him? You were obsessed! It was ridiculous. You had to get this stupid redneck out of your head before he ruined you properly.

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It had been over a week and Johnny was a mess. He hadn’t been able to bring anyone home for dinner. He was getting sloppy with his duties around the old farmhouse. And everyone could tell. They must have thought he was losing his mind. Every time he pictured her perfect face, twisted with pleasure and determination as she rode him. Putting him in his place… He spent a lot of time uncomfortably adjusting his pants. It wasn’t fun. 

With an angry yell he slammed down the hood of the car he had been trying to fix for days now. Nothing was working for him. He nearly shoved Sissy right over as he stormed back inside and up to his room. 

“Watch it!” She glared as she jumped out of his way. “Just go get your dick wet already! Stop making it everyone else's problem!” 

He could kill her. He should kill her for even daring to tell him what to do. The audacity. She was just assuming he was pent up. Usually after a week or so he did get irritable. Especially if Drayton had been on his case about bringing home girls to eat that he had just… spent the night with. But this wasn’t like that. She wasn’t like that. He would never share her with them. If anyone was going to end her life, it would be him. 

Back in his room he grabbed a bag, shoving a few clothes and minor supplies in it. His lucky knife, of course. And a few other knives as well, just in case she wanted to have a little fun when he found her. And he would find her. He had decided. He was a tracker. Hunter by nature. He had never had a chase where his prey had such a head start. But he had also never had a victim so important. 

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Crappy motels like this made you miss having a stable home. In your line of work, going home at the end of a long day was just a fantasy. You wondered how many nights spent sleeping on a cheap, lumpy mattress, or the back of your car, or on a victims couch, you had left in you. One day you would settle down. Maybe marry a nice guy. Kill him later. Play the sad widow at his funeral and live off his money for the rest of your life. That sounded nice. You smiled at the thought as you stared up at the water stained ceiling above you.

You were almost out of Texas now. You had spent far too long in this damned state anyway. Once you were out you could refresh. Forget… him. And move on to better things. 

But now you were thinking about him again. Replaying his needy moans as you threatened to cut him up. Your hands drifted lower with a frustrated sigh. He had been so pliant in your hands. Not only would he have let you slit his throat right then and there, he would have liked it. You allowed that scenario to play out in your mind. Gutting him as he whined, cumming untouched before bleeding out beneath you. His last words begging you for more. 

Your back arched off the bed as your fingers moved faster on your clit. Pausing only to discard your panties.

He had filled you so well. Like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your fingers would never be enough again after experiencing that cock. But they would have to do for now. One slipping inside as you pressed your thumb over your clit. Quick, dirty and rough. Exactly what you needed. Trying to keep your moans down as you allowed him to take over your brain. You knew he would do anything just to make you happy. And that sent you wild. Of course he would kill for you. Would you kill together? The very notion only made you wetter. 

You turned your head to press it into the pillow as you felt your orgasm crest and reach its peak. Hands shaking as the wave of pleasure hit you. But it petered out too quickly. It wasn’t satisfying. You groaned into the pillow. Now you were just messy and still frustrated. Nothing gained.

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It wasn’t easy. But it wasn’t as difficult as he had thought. This was different from tracking footprints across his own property. He had to play it smarter. Asking at gas stations, around town, desperate to know if anyone had seen this woman. And just his luck. They had. The thing with small towns is that people notice when someone new arrives. Especially someone odd. And no one was more odd than a serial killer on the run. 

In less than two days Johnny was in the same town as her. He just knew it. He had never been this far away from home. But he was across the state. Nancy must be so worried. But she would understand. Once he brought her home it would be clear to all of them why he had been acting so strangely. She could join their little family and kill and butcher to her heart's content.

When he spotted her car in the parking lot of some old motel his heart nearly stopped. He was so close. But he didn’t want a repeat of last time. He would have to play this smart. He couldn’t rely on his old tricks to catch this one. So he parked out of town. Close enough that carrying a body back to it wouldn’t be difficult, but far enough that it would be unlikely that she would spot it. Then he made his way back on foot. Finding a hidden spot to watch the motel for her. She would come or go at some point. And he would know. His body thrumming with excitement at seeing her again.

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It was hard to tell if your makeup was even in the dirty mirror of your dirty motel bathroom. You just had to hope. You adjusted your dress. A short little thing that, while it was a tad outdated, was still cute. More suited to the discotheques of the early 60s rather than today's modern age of 1973. But you still looked good. Great even. Enough so that perhaps you could knock out two, maybe even three tonight before retiring to your bed.

As you exited your room you felt a prickle up the back of your neck. Like you were being watched. You surveyed your surroundings slowly. But didn’t spot anyone. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence. Being a wanted murderer on the run tended to lead to some casual paranoia. And while it was against your better judgement, you brushed it off. You had been in this town for less than a day. No one knew you. There was no way anyone had any suspicions about you yet. Tomorrow perhaps they would bring up the mystery new girl in town when they whispered gossip about the bodies discovered that morning. But you would be gone by then. 

You shook your hair out to rid yourself of the feeling. Then started walking down the street to the small nightclub you had spotted when you arrived. Despite the town’s size and desertedness, the club was bustling. All the local youth letting loose on a Saturday night. 

Before even hunting for a target you allowed yourself to relax. Have a drink, just one of course, to keep a clear head, and dance. The music was good. Loud and funky. Very few radio stations in the local area played new music. Mostly news reports and oldies that didn’t particularly interest you. So it was nice to enjoy some good tunes and let your hair down for one night. Who knows when you would get this opportunity again. 

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She was even more perfect than Johnny remembered. Her hair styled, makeup done. That dress was far too short to be fair. He was shocked that every guy that saw her wasn’t bending over backwards to get in her panties. Not that he would let any of them. He owned that pussy even if she didn’t know it yet. But surely it went against even cosmic rule that existed to let a woman as perfect as that pass you by like it was nothing.

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You were grinning. It had been weeks since you had smiled genuinely without a dead body at your feet. The music beating inside you intune with your heart. And you had spotted a victim. He kept glancing at you. Giving a smarmy grin and a wink whenever you meet eyes. Gross. But useful. After a while of making eyes at him from across the club you nodded for the bathroom. His eyes widened for a moment in surprise before nodding quickly and following you inside. 

His hands were on you as soon as the door was locked. You gasped as he pushed you up against the sink, his lips pressing against yours sloppily. You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off so you would have a chance to think. To grab your blade. But he gripped both your wrists, groaning as he pressed closer to you.

“So… pretty…” he mumbled between messy kisses. He was strong. You hadn’t been expecting this. He looked easy. But you couldn’t pull your arms away. And he wasn’t giving you an opportunity to speak. Panic rose in your throat for a second but you pushed it down. You were better than this. You had been in much more dangerous situations with much more dangerous men. Johnny flashed into your mind. Then he flashed in front of your eyes. 

The scum on top of you squeaked, then gurgled as blood splattered across your face. You blinked in surprise as he was pulled off you. The knife lodged in his throat being tugged out roughly and plunged back into his chest. You could only watch in stunned surprise as Johnny butchered him. He looked manic. Already covered in blood. Eyes wide and crazy as his knife punctured the man's stomach over and over again. It took you far too long to sink in that he was here. In front of you. Crammed in this tiny club bathroom with you. Killing your mark. You scowled as he stepped off the mutilated body. He looked up at you, grinning eagerly. The smile faltered when he saw your furious expression. 

“What the fuck Johnny. He was mine.” You spat through grit teeth. He stared at you for a moment. Confused by your reaction. It took him a moment to snap out of it and glare back.

“You’re kidding right? I just saved your sorry ass.” He jabbed a bloody finger into your chest as he got in your face. Crowding you back against the sink again. Though this time you didn’t mind so much.

“ Saved me? Excuse you. I had that under control. Who are you to decide when I need saving?” You jabbed him back. He was so hot. Inches away from your face and covered in blood. You were already soaked. 

He kissed you.

You kissed back.

He was rough, controlling. But one harsh bite to his bottom lip and he backed off. Allowing you to take charge of the kiss. It made you smirk. Even all hyped up on the kill he would submit to you easily. 

You pressed a knee up between his legs and he groaned weakly. Rutting against it like he hadn’t cum in weeks. By the desperate look in his eyes he probably hadn’t. His hands roamed over your body. Desperate to commit it to memory as he grinded against your knee. You laughed against his lips.

“You’re like a fucking dog…” You gripped his hair to pull him back, forcing his neck to crane back uncomfortably. He panted heavily. Blood smeared with your lipstick across his mouth. “Chased me all this way just to steal my kill and rut against me like a needy mutt…” You were being mean. But you knew he liked that. Especially since he was starting to whimper. So quietly you could barely hear it over the music from back in the club. 

You pushed him off you, lifting yourself up to sit on the edge of the sink. Keeping one leg up, pushing against his chest to keep him away from you.

“Apologise and I might let you fuck me.” 

His face went red. It was so cute. This man had surely never apologised in his life. And here you were demanding he beg for your forgiveness. It took an embarrassingly short time for him to come to terms with the request.

“Im-”

You cut him off. Pulling your knife out of your garter and pointing it at him.

“Ah ah… on your knees, babe. Show me you're really sorry.” You felt giddy with power as he sank to his knees. Looking up at you with the most adorable look. A mix of regret, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh Johnny…” You purred. “This is a good look for you…”

He took a deep breath, glancing down at the body laying lifeless next to him before back up to meet your eyes.

“I’m… sorry. I thought… I thought you needed help. He was touching you! What… What was I supposed to do? Watch him have his way with you? Darlin’ you know I couldn’t do that…”

You stayed quiet for a while. Watching him fidget uncomfortably under you glare.

“Have his way with me?” You repeated. Digging your high heel into his chest a little harder. Just to make him uncomfortable. “Baby, what if I wanted him to fuck me?” Of course you would never. But watching it dawn on his face was a wonderful feeling. As he realised he may have just interrupted a perfectly regular hook up. 

Your heel trailed down his abdomen to press up against the bulge in his jeans roughly. Making his breath hitch. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you held it there. His hips jutting forward ever so slightly as he fought the urge to grind against you. 

“You’re lucky you're hot. Because I will allow you to make it up to me.” His eyes shot open once again. Eager to please. You nearly burst out laughing. But you managed to keep your cool. Your empty hand reached out for him. “Give me your knife.”

Johnny hesitated. His blade was as much a part of him as his own arm. To give it up would be to give up part of himself. He would never even consider it if it had been anyone else. But you… who had haunted his dreams since you had met. Who had ruined his life, and saved it, at the same time. He placed the large blade into your waiting palm. A symbol of true trust. If you were to kill him now, he would accept it. He wouldn’t want to go any other way. As a fellow killer, you understood the true significance to this action. You placed the blade carefully in the sink behind you. Safe for now, and out of his reach.

“Good boy.” He practically glowed at the praise. And you had to hold yourself back from getting on the floor with him and kissing him like your life depended on it. Instead you calmly spread your legs. Removing your heel so he could move once again. “Eat me out, and I might let you fuck me after. If you do good.” 

He nodded quickly. The instructions set in stone in his mind. You were expecting him to get to work right away. Chasing the prospect of his own pleasure. But instead he started slow. Lifting one of your legs and slowly kissing up your calf to your inner thigh. His tongue darting out to clean up any blood splatter left there. Savouring the taste just as much as you savoured his lips. He was gentle as he guided your hips up, allowing him to tug down your panties. But instead of diving right in he returned to pressing gentle kisses over your inner thighs. His large hands resting under your knees to keep your legs lifted and spread apart. 

You bit your lip gently. Closing your eyes to the soft touches. Nearing your core then moving away before he ever reached it. He was so good at driving you crazy. A whine escaped your throat and you felt him leave you. But before you could scold him you felt his lips close over your clit. Sucking for a brief moment before licking over the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck…” you breathed out, your free hand reaching down to grip his hair tight. Making him groan against you. Sending wonderful vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You rolled your hips up against his tongue with a soft moan. You thought you maybe felt him smile. Probably proud of making you crumble at his touch. You were still in total control of course. But you allowed him this. Let him command your body with his touch. 

Your gaze returned to his face. Surprised to see he was watching you closely. You grinned down at him, before breaking again with another moan. He mumbled against you quietly.

“Can I use my fingers?”

You raised an eyebrow at his request. “You may.” Biting your lip as you felt those gorgeous long fingers prod at your entrance. Quickly tacking on at the end before you lost yourself again. “Good boy for asking.”

He preened, slipping two fingers inside you easily then returning his attention to your clit as he curled them slowly. You rocked up to meet his mouth. Your gasps and whines filling the small room. He was watching your every move. Discovering exactly how you liked it and repeating it skillfully until your head was fuzzy and your thighs were shaking. 

His fingers curled once again, hitting that sweet spot inside you just as he put the right amount of pressure on your clit. You came. Hard. You pulled his hair much harsher than you meant to as your orgasm rocked you. But he loved that. Moaning with you as you rolled your hips against his tongue and rode the wave of pleasure. It was exactly what you had needed. That itch you had been trying to scratch since you had left him on the side of the road finally sated.

You leaned back until your head rested on the mirror behind you. Body going lax as he gazed up at you from between your legs. You smiled down at him as you got your breathing under control. His mouth and chin were wet with your slick. He seemed to also be out of breath. So caught up in your pleasure that his own arousal was hitting him all at once. He didn’t even try to touch himself. So obedient.

“So good baby…” You cooed. Gesturing for him to get to his feet and sitting up properly to reach for his belt. “So… good…” You mumbled between kisses. Tasting yourself on his lips. Tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough. Your leg hooked over his hip to pull him closer. Abandoning your own knife so that you could cup his cheek and tug on his hair at the same time. Kissing him deeper. Blood and arousal on his tongue driving you wild. His hands on your hips, lifting you and pulling you close enough for his cock to slide inside of you. Not as much of a stretch as last time. As he had fully prepared you with his fingers and you were already dripping from your orgasm. Still it nearly knocked the breath out of you. Eyes rolling back into your head as he paused inside him. 

He broke the kiss to rest his head against your chest with a low groan. You ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his scalp gently. Allowing him a moment to enjoy being surrounded by you again.

“Needed this so… so fucking bad…” he gasped out against your collarbone. Lips pressing lazy kisses there as he moved, slow, shallow thrusts inside you. “Please… let me cum this time… Please…” you glanced down, surprised he was begging with no prompting. He shook his head gently. “I think I will finally lose my mind if you don't let me…” You could tell he was being sincere. He was so whipped that he couldn’t face another day without finishing inside you. 

That mean streak inside you flared up though. With a soft hum you tilted your head. Watching him struggle to contain his arousal. 

“If you fuck me good, baby, then sure.” 

He broke with a groan, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you. It took your breath away. Then he did it again before you could even recover from the first one. Building a fast and relentless rhythm. Your head dropped back against the mirror once again with a long 

moan. His cock splitting you open in the best way possible. 

Johnny moved how his head rested on your chest so that he could bite and suck at your collarbone and shoulder. If you were in your right mind you would tell him off. Maybe even punish him a little. But you couldn’t bring yourself to even bother. Allowing him to claim you in a small way. Now it was his turn for his moans to fill the room. So lost to your warm tightness that he was drawing near his peak fast. Shuddering as each thrust nearly threw him over the edge. Though a thought kept nagging at the back of his mind. If he came before you, even though you had cum already, you would be angry. And leave. Again. But on the other hand, if he made sure you finished a second time before he could even once, you could leave him hard and helpless once again. Neither option was appealing. But he had never once taken his own pleasure over his partners. Even in such a vital situation as this. 

All the pretty victims that had fallen to his lucky knife he had at least granted the decency of a good fuck beforehand. And even though there was no chance he would kill you now, he wanted to make sure you were fully pleased. His own sanity be damned. He bit down on your shoulder hard at the same time as his thumb found your clit. 

You were already so sensitive. And the sudden shock of pain and pleasure very nearly had you tumbling into another orgasm. Your thighs squeezing his waist as you cried out his name. Your nails clawing down his back. This all only encouraged him to thrust faster. Harder. Fucking into you like his life depended on it. Despite your efforts to stay in control of your own body you reached your second peak embarrassingly fast. Arching your back against his chest as another wave washed over you and sent your reeling. 

“Oh my… Johnny… Fuck!” You clenched around his cock and heard him let out a shuddering groan. He was so pent up. So frustrated over the last couple weeks of chasing you down. It all came to a head and a weak whimper escaped his throat as he finished inside you. His thrusts faltering before slowing to a stop inside you. You were too out of it to even care.

You both rested there. Panting heavily and entangled in eachothers arms. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and felt him smile where his head laid on your chest. It was an oddly soft moment. Soft for a post sex cuddle in a dirty nightclub bathroom with a dead body lying on the floor at your feet. 

Johnny slowly pulled away from you. Staying inside you but leaning back to look you in the eyes. He had an unusually sentimental look in his eye. And despite how little you had known him, you knew it was worrying. 

“Come with me…” he whispered. As if he spoke too loud he might scare you off. “Please. I won’t hurt you… I promise, darlin’. I just need you… always.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before you could answer. You smiled gently. You had never wanted to be tied down. But maybe things could be different. You held his face carefully and pulled him away from you. Making him look you in the eye.

“Johnny baby… I like you. I really do. I…” You paused, thinking over your words very carefully. “I think I do want to be with you. But you can’t ask me to give up the things I love.” You glanced down at the body at his feet and gestured in frustration. “I don’t need ‘protecting’ or whatever you buff macho brain has come up with…” He blinked in surprise. Then barked out a nervous laugh.

“Are you kidding? Baby doll, that's why I want you.” He kissed you again and grinned almost menacingly. “I want to watch you kill… I want to do it together. I promise I won’t ever get in your way again…” his hands drifted down to your hips. “My family would… well I wouldn’t say love you… they’re not too fond of outsiders… but once you show them what you can do, baby. They’ll understand your value.”

You snorted and raised an eyebrow. “You got a family of backwood killers out here in the middle of nowhere Texas? Why am I not surprised…”

He grinned. Proud to finally share this with you.

“Come with me. We can make hell.”

You were interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. The two of you had been occupying the club's only bathroom for far too long now. You glanced at each other nervously.

“Get us out of here safe and you have a deal.”

He kissed you once again, reaching behind you to pluck his knife out of the sink.

[bravevolunteer]

@nineliabilityrisk asked: [scenarios meme] medic (reverse) / surprise / guest - jeremy (if youre picking up what im putting down, jer finding an injured mike at his place...) // a comprehensive list of scenarios

MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay.

MICHAEL HARDLY EVEN REALIZES where he's headed until he already finds himself at the familiar doorstep. Of course, a part of him must have known, though if he truly thought about it beyond continuing to move, he's not sure if he would have made it to Jeremy's place. Seeking out help is something entirely separate from any option Michael has ever considered himself worthy of, reluctance to do so hammered into him time and time again— every attempt met with shame, violence, and guilt, how else was he ever meant to take it? It's pathetically weak of him, and anyone who might think otherwise... if Michael were to let them in, he would only drag them further into his destruction until they're swallowed by it. He's seen it, caused it time and time again, refuses to rely on anyone else.

Except, this time, he's run out of options.

The fight itself was stupid ( he only realizes this in hindsight, never thinking through his choices enough until it's too late ), Michael is already cursing himself for even getting into it. He should be used to the stares by now, whispers follow him everywhere he goes and his reputation in Hurricane is no secret to most. It shouldn't even bother him as much as it does, not with the blame he already carries, but the confrontation dug it's way under his skin enough for Michael to throw the damn punch ( it hit, hard, though only dread filled him as he watched his opponent spit out blood, and Michael fucking froze ). One against four, even when holding his ground he didn't stand much of a chance, not when they were fueled by sudden justification to beat the shit out of the town murderer, either. Each hit sent bursts of pain rippling through his body, embarrassingly left to do what he could to shield himself on the ground, until they decided to declare the fight won and left him ( though not without a threat to make sure he'd shut his mouth about it, anyone could easily spin it into defending themselves against someone as unstable as Michael, after all ).

He's unsure how long it too him to even get up— just breathing hurt like a motherfucker, a sharp sting in his ribs with each attempt. Wiping the blood from his nose ( hand shaking in pain ), the realization that he wouldn't be able to patch this up himself hit. No god damn way he was going to his father who would only berate him for it, and Henry... the thought of burdening him further made him sick with guilt.

So he dragged himself up, and kept walking, ignoring the pull of his injuries until he ends up at the only place he could go.

Staring at the door ( he should leave, he should just go and do it himself ), Michael's breathing is labored, clutching his own torso with one hand— no doubt bruised to hell— ...and finally knocking with the other. He fails to swallow the lump in his throat as he waits, until Jeremy opens the door.

"Hey..." Michael exhales, trying to blink away the blurriness as he sways in place. He doesn't even have much time to gauge Jeremy's reaction before the vertigo hits— "Shit- sorry—" and he starts to fall at the doorway.

[saeyoungs-angel]

⨳​ hindering studies — mha

starring. bakugou & you

plot. your grumpy bestfriend tells you he's busy after class, yet you give no fucks—letting yourself in, you wait in his dorm so you can simply vibe to his music and pen scribbling.

genre. fluff, comfort(?)

cw. swearing obviously, reader had a bad day, maybe ooc bakugou? not rly sure but kinda

notes. found a nice little video on yt that followed this plot just a bit, though ive added alot to it lol. thought sleeping in his bed while he studied sounded nice asf so here u are! feedback on how i write him is extremely helpful, and im sorry if u dont like or know these songs! u can replace them with others if ud like:)

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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“what’re you even doin’ here?”

wrapped up in his duvet, bakugou’s gruff voice drags you out of your once half-asleep state. you lift your head slightly and give him no answer, eyes raking over his mien of annoyance. he sighs, shoving off his shoes aggressively.

“you know i’m busy, so why do you keep hangin’ around like a lost puppy dog or some shit?”

his words of irritation would sting if you didn’t know any better—he enjoys your presence, atleast more than anyone else’s. he may still claim you’re an extra, but his sleepy murmurs on the nights neither of you can sleep say otherwise. you huff loud enough for bakugou to hear, his mirage of disliking you is embarrassingly fake.

“don’t mind me, i’m not even here.”

“whatever.” he grumbles, beginning the trek around his dorm to find his studying supplies. his notes, a pencil or two, and his speaker—the last part is very important. as his digits land on the object, you can’t help but sit up abruptly.

“wait! can i play a song this time, too?” your voice is woven in excitement, hoping to flaunt your music taste. while it isn't very far from his, you have a couple songs that you feel he might enjoy.

he shoots a glare your way. “no.”

he presses the on button firmly as you plead in the background, “just one! please, kats?”

“fine, just put it on the queue and go back to fuckin’ sleep so i can study.” you feverishly snatch his phone at this, bakugou grumbling once again after caving in at the use of his nickname.

handing his device back, you hands brush briefly and you have to force yourself to think of other things, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the feeling of the minute contact. even though you’ve both fallen asleep beside each other, you still fluster easily.

hopping back into his bed, it creaks softly with the movement. as you rest your head on his pillow, a beat begins to fill the room. ghosting by mother mother, you can immediately recognize it considering you adore the song. you mumble a ‘love this song’ as you snuggle further into the sheets.

bakugou only responds with ‘tch’, but he knows you do, and that may be the reason why he’s so fond of it—you like it, of course. his brows are furrowed together as the pencil drags across his paper, faint music adding to the soothing ambience.

he slightly adjusts the volume, upping it a bit as he knows it’s not super late and no one’s sleeping. your eyes begin to feel heavy, moments before your song pops on the list.

insomniac by memo boy, your current fixation. the first few beats play out and you thrum along with it, drumming your fingers on bakugou’s silky black sheets. your eyes are now screwed shut vehemently with the music, a smile gracing your features as bakugou speaks up.

“i’ve heard this before.” his tone is efficacious at hiding how he feels about it, signaling a small frown on your face.

“do you like it?”

there’s a beat of silence from him and your frown deepens.

“..it’s okay.” this time, he sounds reluctant to admit those words. thankfully, you understand bakugou language, a grin forming on your lips as you now achieved your goal—he likes the song you showed him, and is probably adding it to his playlist.

you stifle a laugh with his pillow, “yeah, yeah. i’ll remember that when i hear it down the hall.”

“shut it, dumbass.”

you hum in acknowledgement, a wide smile plastered on your face as you shift from your previous position. as bakugou’s new favorite song ends(simply because it’s your favorite), the room quiets, save for the scribbles of his pencil here and there.

“you gonna play another song? the silence is deafening, katsuki.” while you’re only teasing, the silence does feel a bit odd—you can just slightly hear crickets chirping outside his window.

“don't be stupid, ’course i am. just go back to sleep or somethin’.” you can practically hear the miniature smile in his words, the banter between you both never fails to raise your mood and vise-versa.

with that, you register his phone being placed back down onto his desk, jealous by eyedress bouncing around the dorm. you hum along, the mellow yet vibrant beat finally enervates you into sleep.

bakugou swivels in his chair to converse with you about a question, only to find your eyes closed peacfully as soft breathes escape your barely parted lips.

being solicitous of your well-being and knowing you need the rest, he lowers the volume by a bit, eyes leering on your sleeping form for a moment more that he intended. you just look so adorable, wrapped up in his blanket so peacefully like you are—though, he’ll take that thought to his grave.

after while, you stir in your sleep, the bed creaking as extra weight is placed upon it. “katsuki..?” you murmur, raising a hand to rub your eyes.

“shh, go back to sleep, idiot.”

his voice is hushed, causing you to smile up at him in the now dark dorm-room. “m’kay.”

shuffling around to wrap your arms around him, you notice he’s adorning one of his famous tank tops. was he planning to nap with you? contently, you begin to drift off once more before his voice draws you out of sleep.

“hey, (y/n)?”

you nod into his chest, figuring he can feel it. bakugou stalls for a moment, and that’s when you realize he’s put insomniac quietly on replay. the revelation causes your heart to flutter, though you tell yourself it’s simply because he likes it enough to play it this much.

he clears his throat, “did you, um, have a shitty day or somethin’?”

his question throws you off, causing you to shift uncomfortably on his side. you nod again, before correcting yourself.

“well, i wouldn’t say it was shitty, just not ideal.”

“the way you said that frames it as a shitty day.”

“‘m sorry.” you bury yourself further into him, wishing you could just skip class tomorrow and lay in bed with him instead.

he frowns, not that you can see. “don’t apologize, dumbass. if you had a shitty day, then you had a shitty day. the thing that matters is that you got through it, alright?” he tightens his grip on your torso, rubbing your arm in attempted comfort.

even with his usually boorish attitude, he has a way with his words when he’s worried. he can feel you grin against him, and he knows he’s done a good job—he made you smile and that was his goal, now he can nap with you in peace.

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Jealous Senku Hc’s

 Pairing: Senku x Reader

Summary: Senku is just a little jealous of how close Gen is to you...

Word Count: 760

Genre: fluff, jealousy

A/n: Just a lil something because i wanted to write something lazily. Im also IN LOVE with Senku lmao.

-Senku noticed how close Gen was gettin to you. -After dating for months he had faith that you would never cheat- he did not have the same faith that Gen wouldn't make a move on *his* y/n. -He just stares evilly at Gen from afar, not wanting to make a scene. -Gen completely notices of course and honestly he's so entertained. He doesn't have feelings for you but seeing this side of Senku is a once in a lifetime chance. -Whenever Senku divvies out tasks to everyone, Gen will always volunteer to work with you. -Senku does his best to shut him down and assign him a different, worse task. -"I'll go with y/n chan!" -"Actually I need you to sort through these materials." Senku then points to a massive pile of materials. -Gen looks so defeated. "O-oh. Okay." -When Gen does wind up on a task with you he'll sit really close to you on a log and share his coat with you. -Senku tries to keep his cool but when you two get *too* cozy he'll make an effort to break you up. -"Gen, I thought you were sorting through that pile." -"Ah! No worries, Senku-chan! I'm just keeping Y/n warm!" -You're kinda oblivious to the silent war going on between them. Gen's your bff and Senku knows you'd never do anything to hurt him so it just doesn't occur to you that he's jealous.. -Senku gets distracted way more frequently, mixing in too much of something or banging his finger while building something. -The poor guy is aggravated. -He'll hug you more to make a point. He *hates* pda but if it's in Gen's view he'll hug you from behind or take your hand in his. -You're kind of happy because although you've noticed Senku is acting differently, he's been doting on you more and doing couple-y stuff that he never would have done before. -He says "I love you" more. At first it started as him whispering it and blushing until he grew more confident and he'll just say it anytime. -You'll catch him working and saying "That damn mentalist." -Gen lives for this drama and he notices that y/n is getting more attention from Senku. -Gen wants to kick it up a notch to see what happens. -He starts leaving flowers and gifts at your door to provoke Senku. -Senku kicks them and throws them into a bush. -If it goes Senku's way, you'll never even see any flowers. -"Senku, why are there flower petals everywhere?" -"Eh? No reason." -Gen finally starts getting bored and he decides to go for a grand finale to his teasing. -In the middle of the day, Gen tells you to meet him at the center of the village. -People are kind of paying attention to you two, wondering why Gen is holding your hand. -Gen places your hand on his heart and opens his mouth... -"Y/n-" -Senku catches a glance at that and grabs a branch off a bush, running towards you and Gen. -"Gen you bastard mentalist!"  -Senku smacks him on the head a few times before looking at him. -"Now what the hell are you doing with my girlfriend." -Gen sighs, "Aw we were just getting to the good part..." -Senku is kind of confused. -You're extra confused, wondering why Senku is acting so un-Senku-like. -"Ah, I was just going to ask y/n if she could get you to make me some Cola." -Gen is beaming, looking innocent as if he hasn't been messing with Senku this whole time. Lol. -Senku goes red and realizes he started a scene. -"Oh." -Senku grabs your hand murmuring a "Come on, y/n" and embarrassingly walks off with you. -Gen watches you both walking away and gives you a wink. -"What was that about, Senku." You say after he closes the door to the science cabin. -"Gen was ten billion percent flirting with you!" He's pouting but still holding your hand. -"Awww are you jealous?" So that's why he was doting on you lately. -"No."  -"You were." You smile. -"Was not." -You totally were jealous." you push. -"Fine! I was!" He exclaims. "Now shut up and kiss me!." -And kiss him you did. -You spend the rest of the day working with him and cuddling inside to keep warm. -After that day Gen never makes a move on you again(except when he does-) -Actually he doesn't stop, he just doesn't do it anymore.  -Either way, Senku will always be there to hug you close when Gen gets just a *little* too comfy.

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can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist

(gif is not mine)

You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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[kingsansa]

505?

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Ex gratia

words: 1804

tags: modern setting, future arranged marriage, pining

His secretary is a woman.

She’s not abnormally good looking, which is embarrassingly enough, a huge relief to her. She’s tiny and mousy haired with these huge, owlish eyes that widen fractionally at the sight of her. Almost imperceptibly. She knows exactly who she is.

Sansa won’t insult her intelligence.

“Hello.” She grips the twine handle of the take out bag until it digs into the skin of her palm. “I’m here to see Jon Targaryen.”

“You don’t have an appointment.”

It’s not said rudely, and it’s not said like a question, either. As a matter of fact, it’s more like she's saying it to herself, trying to figure out the best course of action. Still, Sansa blushes.

Should she have called first?

“No.” She confirms, hesitantly. “I just came to drop something off. It won’t take long.”

The secretary bites her lip.

Her hand hovers over the keyboard of her desk phone, right before she presses down on a single button, and clears her throat.

She’s wearing a simple, thin, gold wedding band on her left ring finger.

That relief rises up again, almost staggering.

“Mr. Targaryen?” She leans in to say.

Her reply comes several beats of uncomfortable silence later, weary and irritable.

“What?”

The secretary looks like she’s trying her very best not to grimace. That alone makes Sansa want to tell her to forget about the whole thing. But it’s too late.

“Your girlfriend’s here to see you.”

It’s quiet for so long, that the secretary’s finger is moving to press down on the grey button again when his voice comes crackling through the phone speakers.

“She is?”

Shock. Surprise. But not displeasure, or annoyance. Not yet.

That gives her hope.

“Yes, she is.” His secretary answers, tentative. “Should I send her in, or would you like me to wait?”

Another pause, but this time brief.

“Send her in.”

It’s a concentrated effort, to hide her sigh of relief.

The secretary doesn’t. In fact, she even smiles a little , she’s so relieved. “You can head in. It’s just straight ahead, at the end of the hall.”

“Thank you.” Sansa tells her. “What was your name?”

She blushes. “Gilly.”

“Thank you, Gilly.”

Her smile inches a little wider, almost sheepish.

There are several offices straight ahead, down the hall, so Sansa finds herself quite glad Gilly specified. She nearly runs smack into a group of rumpled looking lawyers coming from the very same direction she’s heading in. They all seem determined not to look her in the eye, even as they apologize profusely. She doesn’t even have time to tell them that it’s alright, because they’re already gone.

The door at the end of the office is ajar. His name is stenciled on the glass im black. She’s wondering if she should knock, but then she sees him first.

He’s standing behind his desk, handing off a brown folder to an older, tall, white haired man. He’s not just older, he’s old. His beard is completely white, and he has a solemn, craggy face that intimidates her more than a little when he catches sight of her.

He looks back at Jon. “This is your Sansa?”

Your Sansa.

Jon’s gaze flickers over towards hers, as he runs a hand through his hair. His neck looks a little red. “Yes, sir.”

“Jeor Mormont,” The man holds out his hand toward her. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”

Sansa’s heart skips a beat, and she feels her face warm. “You have?”

He opens his mouth to answer, but he’s cut off swiftly at the knees, “Don’t you have court?”

Mr. Mormont’s mouth closes. He looks as if he’s trying not to smile for a moment, then it’s gone.

“Unfortunately. I’ll check in later,” Then he says to her,, “It was nice meeting you. I hope to see you again, soon.”

“Nice meeting you, Mr. Mormont.” She says back.

Then he’s gone. And now they’re alone.

Sansa finds herself wishing he would come back.

“Hi,” She fists the handle of twine in both hands.

“Hey,” He says back, neck still red. Sounding a bit—bewildered?

They stand there, seconds passing, and they don’t say anything else. On a different stage then they are used to, it takes them a second to remember their script.

Jon rounds the desk to approach her, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. She kisses him back. Their customary greeting for each other.

“You didn’t send them out because of me, did you?” She asks. “All those guys? Mr. Mormont?”

“We were just about done, anyway.” He says dismissively. “It’s fine.”

“Oh.” Sansa doesn’t know how to feel.

Jon looks down at the brown bag, then back up at her. “What’s this?”

She almost doesn’t tell him, almost tucks the bag behind her back and says it’s nothing at all. But she knows her cold feet are nothing compared to how silly she’ll feel if he asks her the reason for her visit in the middle of his busy work day, and she has nothing because she was too embarrassed to show him the real reason.

So she gets it over with. Rips it off like a bandaid.

“You said you’d probably be here all night, so I brought you dinner.” Sansa tries for a smile, as she hands him the bag.

Jon takes the bag, bemused. He looks down at it, before looking up at her. “Oh.”

“I didn’t make it, or anything.” She rushes to say. “It’s just Chinese from that place you like.”

He opens the bag, as if he thinks she might be lying. But sure enough, it’s all there. Paper containers of a little bit of everything she thought he’d like on the menu, even though she didn’t know exactly what. Just that he mentioned he liked it once, to someone at a party one night.

“Thank you.” He says, voice quiet, almost shy.

She blushes. “You’re welcome.”

Jon stares at her for a moment like he stares at her so rarely. His face is soft, and open, and like every other time he’s looked at her like this, her breath is robbed from her. Taken away. All that’s left is the realization that she’d do just about anything to see it again, because it meant that there was hope for them. One day, a little bit further down the road—

Maybe they could be happy. Maybe they really could be.

“You didn’t—you didn’t have to.” He stammers.

Sansa tucks her hands behind her back, so he doesn’t see her fingers fidget with nerves. “I wanted to.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He tries, opening his mouth, but he just ends up closing it. Just continues to stare at her.

She should end this on a good note. While it still lasts.

“I should—I should probably go.”” She shoulders her purse a little more securely. “I promised my mother I’d get lunch with her, and I’ve intruded long enough—”

“You didn’t intrude,” Jon sets the bag on his desk. “I’ll walk you out.”

Her stomach flips.

He doesn’t hold her hand, but he guides her down the hallway with a hand on her back. Through the building. Out the door, and down to her car. His hand lingers on the handle of her door, as if he means to open it, but he doesn’t want to.

Not yet.

A bizarre kind of courage emboldens her, different from the one that led her here. More reckless.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Jon repeats, brow creased. She can see the cogs working in his brain, wondering if they have anything planned.

They don’t.

Just like that, her courage leaves her, and Sansa starts to deflate. “I just thought that—since you’re busy tonight…”

They were supposed to have dinner with his father tonight, but he canceled. They have a charity baseball game coming up, but that isn’t until Saturday. She wouldn’t see him for two whole days.

She’s about to ask him, to beg him to forget she said anything at all, when he says, “Okay.”

Her heart skips a beat. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” He averts his eyes, faltering, hands slipping into his pockets. “I mean —I could come over tomorrow night, if you want. Bring you dinner. Or we could just order a pizza and watch a movie.”

Something in her chest twinges jerkily, and there it is, taking root in her body. Feeling a lot more permanent than it has any right to, than it ever has before.

Hope.

“Or I could cook.” Sansa suggests, hesitantly bright.

He stares, taken aback. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

She can’t, for the life of her. She’s learned that recently, living on her own for the first time. But she’d try for him, and she’d succeed, and he’d fall a little in love with her just for that alone.

“I’m full of all sorts of surprises.” She says instead.

Jon almost grins at that. Almost. Then he shakes his head.

She’d get the better of him one day. She promises this to herself.

“Okay. I might have to bring some work, though.”

“That’s okay.” As long as you come. But she doesn’t say that.

“Okay.” He says, again. “Are you going out tonight?”

Sansa dims, just a little.

“It is Friday.” She folds her arms over her chest.

He never says he doesn’t like her going out in so many words, and it isn’t that he doesn’t want her to go out of jealousy or anything like that, he just doesn’t think it’s safe. Especially in this city. He worries about her. Sansa never holds it against him. All day, every day, at work he sees bad things happen to people. He just doesn’t want to see them happen to her.

So she doesn’t begrudge him now, when his lips press into a flat line.

“Remember what I said,” is all he says.

“I know.” She tries her best not to sound exasperated. “Call you if I need to be picked up.”

“And?”

“When I get home.”

“And?”

“Be safe.” She recites. “I know. I will.”

Jon chews on his lower lip, before he finally says. “Okay.”

He pauses, just before he leans in. Presses his mouth to her forehead instead of her cheek.

Sansa can hear her heart beating in her ears, hard and fast.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He says to her.

“Tomorrow night,” she agrees, voice barely audible in her own ears.

He opens the car door for her, and she gets in. He stands in the parking lot until her car exits onto the street. In the rear view mirror, she watches him turn around and head inside.

Sansa heads to her mother’s house, heart light. She can’t wait to see her and tell her how well everything is going.