#right anon? I’ll just pretend you agree

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

FUCK YES PLEASE TOP GUN F1 AU !!!!!!!!

BABE THIS MIGHT BE JUST FOR US TWO BUT THANK YOU

Anyway.

BACKGROUND INFO IM SO EXCITED

Tom Kazansky drives for Red Bull, because of course he does, and his driving is flawless

He plays with the drivers, he keeps them behind, let’s them follow him until they can’t keep up, he follows them closely, he drives them crazy until they get tired and make a mistake and he overtakes them

He was nicknamed “The Iceman”, ice cold, no mistakes, that’s what they say about him

Ron Kerner is Red Bull’s second driver, he is a sneaky mother fucker, you don’t see him coming till he’s right next to you, great at overtaking, not so great at maintaining his position

They nicknamed him “Slider” after a particularly impressive move, a big crash in which he somehow managed to avoid getting hit, he came out completely untouched, he slides through the cars like its the easiest thing in the world

Pete Mitchell drives for Ferrari, his dad used to drive for Ferrari but he died in a nasty crash, lots of cars were involved and eventually they started blaming him, Pete will always defend him, wasn’t great for getting sponsors and actually getting an f1 contract but he fought teeth and claw to get to where he is

He quickly gained a reputation after joining f1, he’s impulsive and reckless, he’s aggressive, he does dangerous shit on the track and somehow he always manages to get results

People almost never call him Pete, they call him “Maverick”, the media calls him “Mad Mav”

Nick Bradshaw also drives for Ferrari, he defends like a god

His protective nature gave him his nickname, people usually shout “MOTHER GOOSE” when they see him pass

He may not be as great as Maverick and Iceman but he’s a damn good driver, everyone loves him

Hollywood and Wolfman drive for Mclaren, they’re the best teammates on the grid, they rarely fight, they work together like they have the same mind, they’re almost synchronized, scary as fuck if both of them are behind you

Merlin drives for Alfa Romeo, he used to drive with Cougar for Ferrari but Cougar had an accident and decided to quit formula one and Merlin moved to Alfa Romeo, which opened both Ferrari seats for Mav and Goose

Charlie is Ferrari’s strategist, she’s the best there is, smart, quick, she can adapt to situations in seconds, if only Maverick would fucking listen for once

Viper is Ferrari’s team Principal, he used to drive with Mav’s father, he’s a three time world champion

Mav drove for Alfa Romeo for two years before he got the Ferrari seat, he never won a race there but he got way closer than people thought he could

Before joining Ferrari, Goose used to drive for Alfa Tauri

Ice joined f1 when he was barely 18, spent a year in Alfa Tauri before he got a seat in Red Bull, he hasn’t won a championship yet but he has gotten dangerously close

Yeah that’s all I have for general background info, I got so much shit but I can’t put it all in one post

Appreciate how I stole inspiration directly from mr Max Verstappen’s life to write Iceman’s background like 💀 also appreciate how I didn’t include Merc not because I don’t like them (which I don’t) but because I completely forgot they existed AND appreciate me trying to make Ferrari an actual top team with people that know what they’re doing

And I know that an almost all American f1 grid is not possible BUT it’s my au and I get to chose the inaccuracies

Here’s the second part -> x

[uzurakis]

Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans 😏 may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about how’d he be like in an argument with s/o

ೀ ׅ ۫ . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?

SFW and NSFW under the cut!

n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my 🎲 anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^

the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.

his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.

really clingy in private. won’t let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. he’s also the big spoon most of the time.

he talks in his sleep when he’s comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when he’s ‘asleep’.

traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says “caught youu” and carries you in bridal style around the house.

if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.

put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.

you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.

i’ve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. he’s just silly like that.

contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.

a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?

he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you he’s a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesn’t mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, i’ll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.

quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.

likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe he’s a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.

too good at nipple play.

nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.

talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!

in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think it’s really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.

crack jokes during it, he’s quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex won’t be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.

doesn’t give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.

@uzurakis

[gilverrwrites]

AN: Not posting this as an answer to an ask cause I’ve had like 4 asking for pillow princess and/or subby Dick and Jason, some kinkier than others. At least one specifically wanted no mistress/mommy kink so here’s me dipping my toes into that with some shortform spice. Hopefully, anons, you see this and know it’s for you🩷 (Mommy’s and Mistresses I see you, and I love you, I’ll be good to you, ya’ll are just as valid as the those who aren’t into those kinda kinks.🩷)

Dick Grayson:

CWs: Soft Dom GN!Reader, swearing.

Dick lets out a deep, shaky exhale right into your open mouth, the kind that has his chest quivering as you slip your fingers underneath his shirt, pushing it up to expose his toned stomach.

“That was a pretty noise.” You remark as you pull back. He moves with you, giving you space to pull his t-shirt off completely before falling back against the bed. “But you’re an even prettier sight.”

And that he is, all strewn out beneath you; his dark hair a tangled mess against the pillow, and his blue eyes all glazed over, lust ridden from the sensation of your grinding against his hard-on. There's a subtle dusting of pink across his cheekbones that matches the colour of his now-exposed nipples.

“T-tha- “ You interrupt his sentiment by leaning down to take one of the pert buds into your mouth and rolling it against your tongue. In response he does the opposite of before, this time sucking in a sharp breath. His cock twitches beneath his boxers, pulsing just hard enough to rub against your own clothes sex. Set on teasing him, you roll your hips one more time before lifting entirely, you wonder how long it will take him to beg. “Fuck, oh fuck.”

“What’s that, pretty boy? Use real words.” Every time your cool breath brushes against his sensitive skin, he flinches slightly.

“Fuuuuck. Fuck me.” His large hands fix onto your hips, pawing at the waistband of your underwear until he finds enough purchase to pull you down, bringing your core back to his and making it easier for himself to rut against up against you. “Please fuck me, baby, please.”

Not long at all.

Jason Todd:

CWs: Dom GN!Reader, restraints, swearing.

There's a look of pure, unadulterated contentment on Jason’s face when you pull back, removing your dripping heat from his face to sit against his chest. You’ve been riding his face for almost twenty minutes now, and his enthusiasm hadn’t weaned once. He’s the vision of submissive bliss, wrists tied to the headboard, lower face is slick and glowing, his lips pull into a toothy grin when you tell him; “That felt amazing Jason, you’re such a good boy.”

Remembering the agreed-upon rules; no talking unless instructed, he doesn’t respond verbally but there’s an aura of pride that swells from him, and it makes you so pleased.  

“You can speak now; did you enjoy that?”

“Heck yes baby, you taste so good.” He nods enthusiastically, causing a stray piece of white hair to fall into his eye, the handcuffs chaining clink as he unconsciously attempts to reach for it.

“I think you’ve earned a reward, how about I take those off?” You ask as you brush the hair aside for him. “Free up your hands up so you can touch me, huh?”

“Yes! I want to touch you so bad baby.” There’s zero hesitation, he’s practically shaking at the thought, the hard muscles of his chest thrumming against your asscheeks as he fidgets in anticipation. “I wanna hold you, and fuck you, and make you feel so good.”

His eyes watch as you pretend to fiddle with the lock, swollen lips sinking into his tongue in anticipation.

“I don’t think you want it that bad or else you would have remembered to say please.” The way his expression sinks is almost enough to make you feel bad, but then there’s a glint of recognition in those beautiful bicolour eyes and he knows exactly what you have planned for him.  

[rollingsins]

all hers, part ii

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: your dad forbids you from sleeping over at Tara’s house. she comes and takes what’s hers. 

warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, possessive behavior, strap-on sex, rough sex, pussy-eating. 

word count: 2.1k 

a/n: for anon, who requested rough sex with ghostface!tara. let me know what you think, requests are wide open for gf!tara always ;) 

It had been weeks. 

The murders went unsolved. You attended the memorials, tried to pretend like the reason for their deaths wasn’t sitting right beside you, holding your hand. 

It was twisted and sick, but you couldn’t turn her in. She loved you, and you loved her. 

Not much had changed. She played the part of the perfect girlfriend so well. You barely spent any time apart these days. She’d drive you to school in the mornings, buy you breakfast. She’d walk you to class, carry your textbooks. Make-out in the tool shed behind the bleachers if you had a little free time between periods. 

And then you went home with her. Her mom was never there so you had the place to yourselves. You cooked dinner together, watched movies, and fell asleep together. 

And then you’d wake up and do it all over again. 

You didn’t speak about the killings. You’d made Tara promise she wouldn’t hurt anyone else. You promised you wouldn’t give her a reason to and she’d agreed. You didn’t strike up conversation with anyone, avoided making new friends. Things were perfect as they were. 

You didn’t want to give Tara a reason to kill anybody else. 

Except for tonight. Your dad had demanded your presence at dinner: you hadn’t seen him, or your mom in days. You were busy with school, was your excuse. In actuality, you were too busy with Tara. You’d gotten used to playing house with her. You didn’t like the idea of her all alone in that huge house. 

You push your peas around your plate. Look down as your phone buzzes. 

are you done yet? miss you? :( 

“No phones at the table.” Snaps your father. He’s looking at you funny. Angrier than usual, like he has something to say. As you drop your phone to the table, he lets loose.  

“That girl isn’t good for you.” He starts, shoveling food into his mouth. “You spend all your time with her. You used to play sports. You used to have friends” 

“I have friends.” You say, defensively. It’s not true. You don’t, not anymore. 

“I don’t want you spending all your time with her.” He continues. “You can see her on weekends. Weeknights, you stay here.” 

Your heart sinks. 

“Dad-“ 

“I don’t want any arguments.” He says, pointing his fork at you like it’s a threat. 

“I’m eighteen, Dad, you can’t tell me what to do-”

He slams his beer glass onto the table. It shakes slightly. You stare back startled. 

“As long as you live under my roof, you abide by my rules.” 

And that’s the end of it. 

You pace back and forth in your bedroom, staring down at your phone. Tara’s calling, again. You bite your lip, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how she’ll take it. 

“Hey babe.” You say. 

“YN.” She says. She sounds antsy, like she’s been waiting for you, “Where are you?” 

“I can’t come tonight.” 

“What?” 

“My dads being a total dick.” You say, “He says I can only stay over on weekends from now on.” 

Silence. You chew your lip, hoping she’s not too angry. 

“Sorry baby.” You say. “It’s Friday tomorrow though, I’ll make it up to you.” 

“Sneak out.” She suggests. You shake your head. 

“It’s just one night, Tara. Pick me up tomorrow for school?”

She’s gone quiet again. You sigh. 

“Love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

And you hang up. 

Sleeping in your own bed is strange after so long spent in Tara’s. You miss the warmth of her body, the protective arm she always looped around your waist as she slept. Sometimes it was harder for you to fall asleep, but she’d always be there, rubbing your back to calm you down. Pressing sleepy kisses to your forehead. 

You turn onto your side, trying to clear your mind. You imagine Tara’s face, her smile. You’ll cook her something tomorrow night, you think, something special. Maybe even sneak a bottle from your Dad’s wine collection to make it more romantic. At the thought of her sitting opposite you, sipping on a glass of red wine, you start to doze off. 

You don’t hear the crack of your window opening, nor do you hear the scuffle of someone kicking their shoes off. 

You don’t hear much of anything, until someone is slipping in behind you, grabbing your waist and pressing their hand over your mouth. 

Your eyes fly open. You gasp, struggle against the body behind you. A familiar voice whispers in your ear. 

“Shhh, baby.” It’s Tara. She grabs your waist, hard, tugs you into her. “It’s me.” 

She presses a warm kiss to your neck, drops her hand from your mouth. You relax slightly, turn in her arms. 

“What are you doing here?” Your head “if my dad finds out-“

In the glint of the moonlight, her eyes flash. 

“Nobody keeps you from me.” She says. Her lips are hot against your jaw, “Remember? You know the things I do to people who try to take you away from me.” 

Menacing. Her eyes glint. Your stomach drops. 

“Tara-“ 

“Now I’m trying. I’m trying to be good for you, baby. You know that. Like I promised. But you’re going to have to work with me.” 

She slips her hands into your underwear. You gasp as her fingers grip you possessively. 

“You’re mine. This pussy is mine. I want you in my bed every single night, do you understand me?” 

She circles your clit. Nips at your bottom lip. You groan. 

“Baby- I can’t just-“ 

“In my bed.” She repeats. “Every night.”

“But Tara-“ 

She bites down hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Her spare hand works up your shirt, she takes one of your breasts in hand. Works her fingers around a nipple. 

“Every night you’re not there, I’m going to sneak into your bedroom and fuck you so hard it’ll give your Dad nightmares. Understand?” 

You nod, slowly. 

“Good girl.” She smiles. Licks the blood off your lip. “Now take off your clothes.” 

You don’t have to be asked twice. Arousal flushes through you at the look in her eyes. Hungry, like she’s about to devour you. You tug your shorts down your legs, lift your t-shirt over your head. 

It’s not quick enough for her. She rips your shorts away, licking her lips as she looks down at your naked body. 

“Tara,” You say as she fumbles with her own zipper, tugging her jeans down to her legs, “Baby. We have to be quiet. Please.” 

Tara dips down, kisses you softly. 

“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” She says, voice low, “You’re the one who's going to be making all the noise. I promise.” 

Then you feel it. Hard, plastic against your stomach as she slips her underwear off. She’s brought the strap on. 

“Fuck.” You moan. She kisses you hard. Takes off her shirt. Before your gaze can linger, she’s flipping you onto your hands and knees. 

She trails kisses down your back. Your heart thrums. Your parents are asleep, you think. You hope. Your head falls forward, mouth open as you feel Tara’s tongue against your entrance. 

You bite your lip. She’s quick, languid kisses and long licks as she readies you for her. You’re already embarrassing wet, sticky syrup against her lips. She presses a wet kiss to your inner thigh, then aligns her hips with yours. 

You groan as she sinks the head inside you. Her hands hold your hips in place, grabbing hard so you can’t run from her. You can hear the soft sounds of your Dad snoring across the hall. You bite your lip, try to stay quiet.

She’s pushing your face down into the mattress as she pushes into you. Hard, quick, needy. Little gasps emerge from your lips before you can stop them as she takes you. Her hands are rough on your hips. She smacks your backside, hard enough you feel yourself flush red. 

It hurts a little. Her hands are in your hair, tugging your face up. She doesn’t allow you anytime to get used to the thickness of the dildo, ruts into you steadily, building up a pace. 

She drapes herself across you, takes your earlobe between her teeth. The dildo sinks deeper inside you, you can feel her breasts on your back. You let out a long moan before you can stop yourself. 

“You like that, baby?” She growls in your ear. “You like being on your hands and knees? Taking me like a good girl?” 

She smacks your ass again for good measure. You whimper as she takes your hips in her hands again and begins to drill into you. 

Hard wet sounds of your skin slapping against hers. She’s panting, groaning, grabbing your ass. You can tell how turned on she is. It makes you even wetter. You swallow your own moans, trying not to be too loud. The mattress squeaks. Tara thrusts a final time, sinking so deep into you you almost squeal. 

Then she’s sliding herself out of you. 

Immediately you miss her, turn your head to try to claw her back in. 

She pulls hard on your legs so you fall onto your stomach. Then, she’s flipping you onto you back, spreading your legs as wide as they’ll go. Lustful eyes look down on you. She licks her lips as she eyes your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal. 

“My pretty girl.” She murmurs, dipping down to taste you. You whine, fingers immediately threading through her hair, trying to keep her in place. She’s only there for a moment before she’s drawing herself back up, and pulling your legs over her shoulders. 

She lines her hips to yours once again, and then she’s sinking deep into you, mating press style. Her favorite position. It might be yours too, you think as you feel the tip of the cock brush your cervix. You sigh, lock eyes with her. Her pretty red lips look so kissable, you can’t resist. You lock your arms around her neck, trying to keep her close. 

“Tara.” You whine as she moves her hips. Slowly now, just teasing. “Baby.” 

She presses kisses down your jaw. 

“Yes, baby girl?” She asks. Her eyes glint playfully. 

“Please fuck me.” You whimper. Her eyes flash with arousal. She thrusts hard, once. 

“Like that?” She asks. 

“Yes, please, just like that.” Your fingers grip white on her shoulders. 

“You want it hard?” She asks. You nod desperately. Try to tilt your hips closer into her. 

“Tell me what you’re going to do from now on.” She presses another kiss to your lips. “Tell me whose bed you’ll be in every night.” 

“Your bed.” You gasp. “Every night.” 

“That’s right.” She says. Her arms wrap around your thighs. Another hard thrust. You can’t stop the groan that slips from your lips. “You’re my pretty girl. You belong to me. You understand?” 

You nod wildly. She’s smirking, draws her hips back again. Thrusts gently. You whine. 

“Good girl.” She presses you down into the mattress, her full weight on top of you. A final hot kiss to your lips before she draws her hips back once more and lets loose on you. 

You cry out, clutching her tight as she pounds down into you. Merciless, white heat draws deep in your belly as she thrusts into you. 

She’s moaning with you this time. Squeezing your legs tight as she pummels herself into you. It’s hard and rough, she’s merciless. You whine, entire body flushing as she fucks you to the edge. 

“Cum for me, baby.” She’s murmuring and your eyes flutter closed. You groan as your orgasm washes through you, as hot and fast as her thrusts. You feel her body seize against you as she cums too, with a quiet whine and heavy thrust. She collapses into you. You catch your breath, holding her. Both boneless. 

Your heart pounds, your pussy throbs pleasantly. After a moment, she slides out of you, pulling the strap-on harness off herself. Your breathing evens out as she settles in behind you and takes you in her arms. Presses a protective kiss to your neck as she entwines herself with you. 

You listen carefully. Can’t hear your dad snoring anymore. 

“Do you think we woke him?” You ask Tara. 

“I hope so.” Tara says. The edge is back in her voice. She nips at your neck with her teeth. “I hope he heard me making you mine. Knowing exactly what I’ll be doing to his daughter every night she’s in my bed.” 

Your heart thrums. Stomach flips at the vulgarity of her words. 

A loud snore sounds from across the hallway. You sigh in relief. 

“Hmm.” Tara says. She sounds a little disappointed. “I’ll just have to fuck you harder, next time.”

Next part

[forever-rogue]

Hi, I'm too anxious to tell you this off-anon, but the first contact I had with Joel x reader fics was through yours and I just wanted to tell you they're amazing, I can't get enough! So many feelings!!

So I also wanted to ask, if by any chance you're still accepting requests, a Joel x reader fic where reader is incredibly insecure about herself and often questions her worth and perhaps even starts spiralling a bit, and Joel just ends up giving her a "shut up" kiss at some point 🥰🥰 all the fluff and angst, please!

Thank you for boosting me down this rabbit hole, I'm enjoying the ride :D

AN | We always hear about Joel thinking he’s not good enough for Reader, but what if it was the other way around? 🥺 

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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You hated watching how women threw themselves all over Joel. All over your boyfriend. It wasn’t like they didn’t know you were together, they just flat out chose to ignore it. Despite his reassurances that it didn’t mean anything and he paid them no attention, it still managed to get under your skin and had you seeing red. Part of you wished he’d just tell them to leave him alone but, honestly, he probably didn’t even know what was going on. Or if he did, he was good at faking it.

“It’d probably be easier to just go over and tell them off,” Ellie smirked as she appeared at your side, silent and stealthy as ever. Damn her. You waved off her concern and turned back to the beer you were drinking, “if looks could kill, they’d all be dead like ten times over.”

“I’m not…no,” you huffed, face turning warm when you realized you’d been caught, “I just happened to be glaring in that direction.”

“Right,” she didn’t believe you for a second, she knew you better than that. She grabbed your beer and took a sip since you were so distracted but immediately coughed at the bitter taste, “disgusting! How can you even drink this?!”

“That’s what you get for underage drinking,” you teased and she rolled her eyes dramatically, “it’s an acquired taste, Ellie Bean.”

“Whatever you say,” she clearly didn’t believe you as she got onto the stool beside you.

“Listen,” you turned to her and tried to keep your expression as neutral as possible, “I’m, ugh, not feeling great so I’m going to head home. Will you let Joel know if he asks?”

“If?” like he couldn’t have a small heart attack when he saw that you were missing.

“When he asks,” you ruffled her hair affectionately, “I’ll see you guys at home, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, although there was a deep frown on her face. She knew you well enough to know that something was up, “you’re alright?”

“I’m alright,” it wasn’t an outright lie, but it wasn’t the entire truth either, “promise, kiddo.”

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By the time Joel and Ellie came home, not too much later, you were already in bed. You weren't sleeping, but pretended to be when Joel came into the bedroom. 

"Sweetheart?" His voice was soft, a tone that he only adopted for you or Ellie, as he came into the room and took in your bundled form, "you awake?"

You thought about rolling over and saying something but didn't find it within yourself to do so. You felt bad; he hadn't done anything wrong but you were.. having a moment. 

Instead you remained silent while you listened to him undress and get into pajamas before sliding into bed with you. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling into his chest. You felt him relax as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder; this man really was a sucker for you.

You had to stop yourself from audibly sighing at the way it felt to be in his arms. It might just have been your favorite place in the world. 

Now you just had to fight off the odd feeling that was settling into your chest.

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 Joel had noticed that something was off right away. He was good at reading you, which was both a blessing and a curse. After that night, you went on a downward spiral of coming to the conclusion that you weren’t enough for Joel. Not good enough, not anything enough.

You slowly began to pull away from Joel - and Ellie - bit by bit. At first he chalked up to you not feeling well, or just having a moment, but the longer it became and the further you pushed him away, the more concerned he became. He knew that something was wrong, he just needed to find out what. He wanted, desperately, to make it better but you wouldn’t even talk to him enough so he could begin to figure it out. 

But that was the thing about Joel - he was stubborn and persistent. He didn’t give up on the things he loved. 

He’d never give up on you. He’d wait until the end of time if you needed him too. 

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"I think we should break up," you looked at him with a serious expression but that didn't stop him from almost laughing. You glowered at him and his expression dropped when he realized that you hadn't been joking. You were being…serious.

"Wait, what?" he looked at you dumbfoundedly, like he expected you to start laughing or something, "honey."

"I'm sorry," you shifted your gaze to the floor and focused it on your feet, "but I think this is best for everyone."

"You want to break up?" He repeated, trying to put a finger under your chin in order to get you to look at him. You recoiled from his touch and that was enough to break his heart, "what do you mean? Why are you doing this?"

"Joel," your voice cracked on his name and you tried to look away. At the very least, you didn't want him to see you cry, "I can't…this is just best for everyone."

"No," he shook his head, "I don't think you believe that for a moment. And you're wrong, I know you know that."

"I don't want to be you," you lied, the sound of your harsh words making your own heart break a little. The look on his face did little to help, "I don't want you."

He remained for a few long, tense moments before he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded, "okay."

"Joel…"

"Listen, I love you and if not being together is what you want, I'll respect that," your heart dropped into your stomach; you hadn't really expected him to let you go that easily. You'd hoped for more of a fight…maybe you really were making the right decision after all, "whatever you need to do is fine."

"O-okay," you nodded in agreement, "I'll just get my stuff and go. I-I'm gonna stay with Tommy and Maria for a bit."

"Sure," alright, it was almost infuriating to have him so relaxed, "do you need a hand packing?"

Bastard.

"No," you shook your head, "its alright."

"I guess I'll see you around," you didn't even bother to say anything as you ran up the stairs to pack your little bit of stuff. Joel remained still as he watched you go, shaking his head to himself.

"You're really just going to let her go?" Ellie slicked into the room with a worried expression on her face. Joel scoffed and shook his head, "oh. Do you have a plan?"

"Of course I do," he playfully tapped the side of her cheek, "the women in my life will be the death of me. I'm the one that suggested to Maria to ask her to stay if she said anything about leaving."

"She's been acting off," Ellie frowned as she looked towards the stairs, "ever since that night at the bar."

"I know," he sighed softly, "I have a feeling I know what it is, but I want her to come to her own conclusion."

"Do you think she will?" 

"I think so," he nodded, "and if not, I'll just have to give her a little hand."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You'd been out of the home you'd once shared with Joel and Ellie for about two weeks now. The worst two weeks ever. You missed the two of them like crazy and it seemed like they popped up anywhere you were. Whether it was on purpose or coincidence, it made your heart earn and ache for them.

But you had made your decision and maybe one day you'd move on. You hoped that Joel would find somehow that was actually worthy of him. Even if it killed you inside. 

Joel had hoped that you would have come around by now, but he was keeping an eye on things and maybe planning a little something to speed things up. 

Before he could act on any of his whims and fancies, fate seemed to step in. 

It was movie night within Jackson and you went to offer your mind some distraction. You were hanging with Maria and, despite your best efforts, you found your eye wandering around to look for Ellie or Joel. Old habits die hard.

You found Ellie with a couple of her friends, including the girl she'd confessed was her current crush, and that brought a smile to your face. When you spied Joel, however, your mood soured. 

He was surrounded by a group of women and they were all clearly fawning over him. Gross. You were half invested in your conversation with Maria and a friend of hers but found your eye wandering over to him repeatedly. He became increasingly uncomfortable looking with each passing moment, but when one of the women started putting her hands on him, you couldn't take it anymore. 

You turned around and stomped away from Maria and over to Joel. He wasn't aware of the fact that you were coming over until you were right in front of him and smiling at him sweetly. The women around him parted like the sea as they flared daggers at you. 

"Honey," you leaned up and pressed a big kiss to his cheek. He looked shocked for just a moment before sliding into his role so effortlessly, "its getting late, are you almost ready to go?"

"Y-yeah - yes," he nodded before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, "I'm ready when you are, darlin'."

"Y'all don't mind if I steal him, right?" You offered up the sweetest, most syrupy smile you could as you glanced around the flock of women that had been surrounding him. They made small sounds but none of them argued with you. They knew better than to cross you.

And it felt so natural to take his hand and lace your fingers through his. Joel naturally took charge as he started to lead you out of the packed building and into the cool autumn air. You walked down in the street in a tense silence before he came to a stop and cleared his throat. 

You stopped too and turned around to face him, wishing you didn't have to have the conversation you knew was coming up.

"So," he said slowly as you exhaled, "that happened. Why?"

"There's nothing much to it," you tried to wave him off but you knew he knew you were lying, "they were surrounding you like a pack of hyenas and you looked uncomfortable. I know that look on your face, Joel. I just…figured I'd spare you."

"Thank you," he whispered softly, "that was it, huh."

"What else do you want me to say?" You threw your hands up in defeat, ready to turn around and run home, "you would have done the same for me."

"Without hesitation," he agreed, "but you…I know better than you think. Tell me that's all and I'll walk away and leave you alone."

But…you couldn't bring yourself to deny him. Opening and closing your mouth a few times, you found it almost impossible to find the right words, "I dunno, Joel. What do you want me to say?"

"The truth," he whispered softly, "I'd like at least that much."

"I was jealous!" You almost shouted at him as you threw up your hands, "I was jealous of those women practically eating you alive with how desperate they were for you!"

"Okay," was all he said but there was a beaming grin growing across his face.

"I hate that they think they can have you," yup. Everything was suddenly bubbling up at once and you didn't care enough to stop it anymore, "you were mine! They don't deserve you, you can do so much better. I-I don't deserve you either. I fucked it all up. And I'm sorry for what I did and said to you but I'm not sorry for what I did back there."

"Sweetheart-"

"I'm sorry for hurting you," big, fat tears had rolled down your cheeks, "but I did what I thought was right. I don't deserve…I'm just me."

"Oh sweet girl," he reached for both of your hands and pulled you closer into his warm frame, "that's what had been about, huh? Silly girl."

"Joel-"

"How could you not think you deserve me?" He asked and you shrugged, sniffling slightly as he wiped away your tears, "you're the only one that will ever get me. If anything, I don't deserve you. Baby, you're it for me. You always have been and always will be."

"Why?" You had a pretty pout on your lips that he was tempted to kiss away, "why me? I'm so plain compared to those women that always throw themselves at you. They're so pretty and I'm not. I can't cook, I'm not handy, and I feel like a liability more than anything! I thought I was doing you a favor."

"Well," he shook his head fondly, "you're wrong on every account. You are the most beautiful, wonderful, and amazing women I have ever met. I don't need anything but you. I love you and only you. And it will always be you."

"Joel," his name sounded like a prayer of relief falling from your lips, "I…are you sure?"

"I've always been sure," he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "and I still am. I know what I want you - you to come back home and to have you back in our bed every night, to have our family whole again. But it is up to you."

"Are you really sure? It's not just the moment?"

"Baby-"

"Because what if you-"

And then he took your face in his hands and gently cradled it as he held your gaze. A few moments passed before he pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. It was soft and barely there but it felt so utterly perfect. When he pulled back, you looked up at him with big, wide eyes. 

“Oh,” you managed to choke out as you look at him, “you’re serious then.”

“Of course,” he said in a no duh voice as he chuckled fondly, “but like I said - whatever you want to do is up to you.”

“I want to come home,” there was no hesitation to your answer and that made his heart constrict with happiness, “and be with you and have our family back together.”

“Yeah?” he brushed your hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. 

 “Yes,” this time you took his face in your hands and kissed him slowly, “I want you. Only and always you.”

Before either of you could say anything else you heard a cheer from down the street - Ellie. She waved at the two of you, a big grin on her face, “about time! Welcome home!”

“What the kid said,” the two of you shared a small laugh, “welcome home, sweetheart.”

[jermer10]

idk if you do any repeats of requests but that fake dating scout anon had me thinking if maybe we could get more jealous scout? if possible?

TF2 playing pretend | scout x reader

gn reader | i freaking LOVE jealous scout <33

drabbles under the cut :P

You didn’t think much of it when Scout asked you for a favour.

"Come on," he pleaded, leaning against the doorframe of your room, flashing that signature grin of his. "Just one night. Pretend to be my date, and I swear I’ll owe you big time." Apparently, some of the guys had been giving him a hard time about not being able to get a date for the RED team new years party. You’d always had a soft spot for Scout and his endless charisma, so you agreed. After all, it wasn’t like anything real would come from it. You figured it’d be easy enough - hang out with him for a few hours, let him save face in front of the team, and then go back to your normal routine.

Except you didn’t expect him to get this into it. And you definitely didn’t expect him to get jealous.

The night of the event, you walked in with Scout by your side, his hand loosely around your waist. He was all smiles, playing the part to perfection, and for the first hour or so, everything was fine. He was charming, cracking jokes, introducing you to everyone as his "date." It was almost fun - Scout was energetic and easygoing, always keeping the conversation light. But as the night wore on, you noticed a shift.

The first sign was when Sniper approached you.

You’d always gotten along well with Sniper, and it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to chat during downtime. He made his way over during a quiet moment, tipping his hat with that low drawl of his. "Lookin’ nice tonight," he said, giving you a small smile. "Thanks," you replied, feeling a little flattered. Scout was busy talking with Engineer and hadn’t seemed to notice. Sniper leaned against the wall, his tall frame relaxed, and you found yourself easily slipping into conversation with him. He had a way of making you feel at ease, and soon, you were laughing at something he said about one of the recent missions.

But then you felt it - a subtle shift in the air. Scout had appeared at your side, his arm now more possessively wrapped around your waist than it had been earlier. "You good here, pal?" Scout asked Sniper, his tone light but with an unmistakable edge. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was not happy. Sniper raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem fazed. "Just talkin’ to ‘em, mate. Didn’t realize you were the jealous type."

"Jealous?" Scout scoffed, his grip tightening slightly on your waist. "Nah, just making sure everything’s cool. You know, since they’re my date tonight." The emphasis on the last two words was hard to miss, and you could feel the tension between the two of them rising. Sniper just chuckled softly, clearly amused. "Right. I’ll leave you to it, then." He gave you a wink before walking off, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from Scout beside you. "You good?" you asked, looking up at him once Sniper was out of earshot. Scout turned his gaze to you, eyes narrowing slightly before he quickly shook it off. "Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just didn’t like how he was gettin’ all buddy-buddy with ya." You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden defensiveness. "Scout, we were just talking."

"Yeah, well, didn’t look like just talking to me," he muttered, his usual cocky grin faltering for a moment. You tilted your head, studying him. "Wait… are you jealous?" His face flushed immediately, and he quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. "Jealous? Me? Nah! Pfft, why would I be jealous? I mean, this whole thing’s fake, right? Just doin’ me a favour." He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. You blinked, taken aback by his reaction. He was fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot, avoiding your gaze—a stark contrast to his usual cocky demeanor. And that’s when it hit you.

Maybe this wasn’t just fake for him.

"Scout…" you started, your voice soft but playful, "you do know this is just pretend, right? There’s no need to get worked up over it." But he wasn’t looking at you anymore, his jaw set tightly. "Yeah, pretend. Sure. Like we agreed on." He was silent for a moment before his eyes flicked back to yours, the playful gleam in them replaced with something more serious. "Look, forget I said anything. Let’s just get back to the party." Before you could respond, Scout let go of your waist and walked away, leaving you standing there, more confused than ever.

The rest of the night passed awkwardly. Scout tried to brush it off, acting as if everything was fine, but the tension between you was palpable. Every time someone else approached you - whether it was Sniper, Spy, or anyone else - Scout was right there, cutting in with a joke or changing the subject, his jealousy glaringly obvious.

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.

When you both stepped outside for some air, away from the rest of the team, you turned to him, crossing your arms. "Okay, enough. What’s going on, Scout?" He blinked at you, shocked by your bluntness. "What? Nothin’. Just...enjoying the party."

"Don’t give me that. You’ve been acting weird ever since Sniper came over earlier. Are you seriously upset over this fake dating thing?" For a moment, Scout was silent. Then he ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. "Okay, fine. Yeah, maybe I got a little jealous. So what? It’s not like I meant to or anything. I just...I don’t like seeing you with other people, alright?" You stared at him, processing his words. "Scout...it’s not real. We’re just pretending, remember?"

"Yeah, but..." He trailed off, eyes flicking down to the ground. "Maybe it was never fake for me, okay?" That stopped you in your tracks. "What?" Scout’s face flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "I dunno, alright? I sorta used this whole 'favour' thing as a ploy to try and ask you out. Like, for real." He let out a nervous laugh, but it quickly died off as he looked back at you, his usual bravado gone. "I like you, okay? And it’s stupid, ‘cause I didn’t want to make things weird, but I guess I already did." You were stunned. Of all the things you’d expected, this wasn’t one of them. Scout, the cocky, carefree loudmouth, was standing there, spilling his feelings, clearly terrified of what you’d say next.

Slowly, a smile crept onto your face. "You know, if you’d just told me how you felt from the start, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this fake dating nonsense." Scout blinked, staring at you. "I- what?" You laughed softly, stepping closer to him. "I like you too, Scout. Maybe I was waiting for you to make a move first."

For a moment, he just stood there, processing your words. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face - the same confident grin you knew so well. "Wait, really? You’re not messin’ with me?"

"Nope," you said, shaking your head. "Not pretending this time." Scout’s grin widened, and before you knew it, he’d pulled you into a tight hug, his energy suddenly bouncing back. "Oh man, this is awesome! I knew you liked me!" He pulled back just enough to give you a playful smirk. "Guess the fake dating thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all, huh?" You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that stayed on your face. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get too cocky about it."

"No promises," Scout said, still grinning as he took your hand, this time holding it for real.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

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Valentine's Day | Michelangelo

i agree, anon. bayverse again since i might as well complete the set!

warnings: shitty and uninspired title. swearing which i probably should've added to my other pieces too but oh well. everyone is always 18+!! hints of suggestiveness but its very minor. also fem!reader with mention of lady, gal etc. never proofread!!

summary: mikey loves valentine's day; side-note, leo is a communist

word count: 830

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Mikey loved Valentine’s Day. He’d woken up early to decorate the Lair with the most garish shades of pink he could find, and he’d covered Raph in flower petals while he slept, having to cover his mouth with his hand to hold back his sniggers. It happened every year, and every year he found it funnier. His brother’s didn’t. Raph would rage, Donnie would roll his eyes (although he would chuckle a little when no one could hear), and Leo would sigh.

He knew they saw the day as the epitome of a life they could never have. Raph especially found it hard so why not have him concentrate his insecurity and anger at the injustice of the world on Mikey for the harmless pranks he pulled? If it helped him forget the pain inside him for a short while, then Mikey would gladly face his ire. Donnie would just lock himself within his lab (how unexpected), and Leo would pretend nothing was wrong. Leo did that a lot.

The smallest turtle privately thought that their oh-so-Fearless Leader was more emotionally constipated than Raph. Especially on Valentine’s Day. Leo would never admit the real reason for his dislike of the day and Mikey could already hear this year’s excuse:

“Valentine’s Day is a capitalistic endeavour reliant on pressure and novelty, designed to scam consumers and perpetuate the relentless commodification of the self and emotions blah blah blah blah blah…”

Leo always got all preachy after reading. He’d go on rants (“calm and factual explanations that you might actually benefit from listening to Michelangelo”) about two dudes called Marks and Angles (who the fuck called themselves Angles?) and the others would tune him out. Maybe Leo was right, but Mikey didn’t really care. Especially not this year. Unlike his loser brothers, he actually had a date. Mikey resisted the urge to giggle at the thought. Of course, he was the most facially blessed so it would make sense as to why he’d have a beautiful lady accompanying him this evening. Plus, Donnie was a raging nerd, Leo was a fucking weeb, and Raph was, well, he was Raph.

He hadn’t told them yet. You wanted to keep things quiet, at least for now, and the terrapin eagerly agreed to your terms. Silence wasn’t exactly his forte, but he knew how to keep secrets even if his family didn’t believe that. He’d planned the date in secret; he couldn’t be too elaborate, he was still a mutant turtle after all, but he’d done everything he could think of to make it special. He frowned in thought at a fuchsia heart that he'd stuck on the wall. You’d like it. You always liked the things Mikey did; you always laughed at his jokes even when everyone else groaned.

“I’ll love anything you plan, Angelo.” He believed when you said that. You were patient and kind in a way his brothers rarely were with him. That didn’t stop the fluttering of butterfly wings in his stomach. He’d never been one to be nervous, he’d quite literally jumped out of an aeroplane on a skateboard, but you made his palms sweat, his heart jump, and his words stutter. He was normally so smooth with women (or, well, woman since he’d only known April before you but that was irrelevant), yet you made him a flustering mess. He’d never let you catch on to that, though; he preferred if you thought he was just feeling extra goofy in your presence.

“Angelooooooo–”

Speak of the devil. Or angel, he supposed. “ANGELCAKES!” Mikey grinned, hearing Raph curse at the booming shout, then curse again as he no doubt realised what his brother had done for the seventh year running. Last year, Raphael had stayed up all night to avoid the flowers, so Mikey had waited in the shower (also all night) to pop a confetti canon full of petals in his face. He’d probably resigned himself to his fate the night before, but that wouldn’t stop his irritation.

You raised your brow. “Roses again?”

Mikey winked at you. “Carnations. I was on a budget this year, spent all my roses money on this gorgeous gal, you wouldn’t know her.” He grinned wider at your snickers, then somehow even wider as you pressed a kiss to his cheek before anyone could interrupt.

“You’re so…”

“Handsome? Charming? Dashing?”

“Of course, babe.”

God, Mikey loved you.

“YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS NUMBNUTS!”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Run, Forrest, run. Just try not to let him bruise your face.”

“Aw, I was hoping you’d kiss it better.”

You smirked and Mikey felt his face flush as you gave him a sultry look, your eyes tracing the length of his body and pausing pointedly. “How about this, I’ll kiss anywhere it hurts on our date tonight.”

If Mikey let Raph catch him quicker than usual and put up less of a fight than normal, well, that was no one else's business, was it?

[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) better things - platonic!hughes

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the first time you met marianne, you tried to tell yourself she had a bad day. 

after all, it happens to everyone. you’ve had many yourself. days when you don’t want to talk to anyone, where you especially don’t have the energy to talk to someone new.

it was a universal experience.

there’d been a knock on your door that afternoon, followed by jack yelling, “i’ll get it!” you were washing the dishes, so it wasn’t like you were going to go get it anyways.

once you put the dishes away and dried your hands, you made your way to the door, trying to figure out what was taking jack so long. he was a bit of a chatterbox, and on more than one occasion, you had to pull him away from a scared looking deliveryman.

“jack, who’s here?” you asked.

“damn, y/n,” quinn clicked his teeth as he shook his head to himself. “and here i thought you’d recognize me before my own brother would.”

“quinn!” you laughed a little, hugging him. “oh my god, i completely forgot you’re in town! the game’s tomorrow, right?”

“yup,” he agreed.

“great, remind me to prepare myself for hearing ‘jack hughes’ brother’ on the broadcast all night,” you muttered to yourself.

jack laughed, while quinn merely rolled his eyes. 

“this is why you should watch the vancouver broadcasts,” he rapped his knuckles against your head.

you swatted his hand away as someone cleared their throat.

it was only then you noticed a pretty redhead standing behind quinn and looking a little… bored? it was hard to tell, she didn’t look very expressive.

“y/n, meet marianne!” quinn said, putting an arm around the girl. “anne, this is jack’s girlfriend, y/n.”

“hi, it’s nice to meet you!” you grinned, unsure if you should step up for a hug or handshake.

anne nodded in your direction, still looking vaguely bored by everything around her. you decided on neither form of greeting.

jack and quinn were deep in conversation, sending luke snaps and telling him to hurry and make his way over to your’s and jack’s apartment. the three boys would be staying at your place over the weekend.

the rest of the quinn and anne’s visit went by alright, as long as you didn’t count the fact that you and anne never spoke to each other, despite living in the same house for two days.

you stayed at home to watch the devils and canucks play each other, even inviting anne as a gesture of goodwill.

“um, no thanks,” was her simple response. “i’m meeting up with a few of my friends to go clubbing.”

you merely nodded to yourself, doing your absolute best to try and pretend her tone wasn’t rude, and that she was just tired.

a bad day can be a bad few days, right?

-

the second time you met her, things hadn’t gone any smoother.

this time, you and jack were visiting quinn in vancouver, staying over at his house for the visit. you weren’t even supposed to be there, but jack had convinced you to go along and surprise quinn.

luke had arrived at quinn’s apartment a few hours prior, leaving you and jack to go on an impromptu date around the city. 

you knocked on the door, stepping back and squeezing jack’s hand. you couldn’t wait to see the shocked expression on quinn’s face when he saw you guys together.

except, he didn’t open the door.

anne stood inside quinn’s apartment, narrowing her eyes at the sight of you. her gaze travelled towards jack, who she recognized immediately. 

“hey, jack, right?” she asked.

jack smiled, “the one and only. is my brother here?”

she nodded, giving you a onceover, before stepping back and allowing you guys inside the apartment.

“quinn! your other brother’s here!” she called, before heading towards one of the rooms.

you and jack shared a glance, before entering the apartment. you’d spent some time here occasionally, usually when jack was visiting vancouver on a road trip, but you didn’t remember the exact layout of this apartment.

quinn, who must’ve been eating lunch, shouted something in response, before making his way over.

“hey - oh my god, y/n!” he moved jack out of the way to give you a hug.

you laughed loudly, sticking your tongue out at jack who had crossed his arms and was pouting slightly.

“told you he loves me more,” you grinned.

this time around, you went to the stadium to watch the devils and canucks game, along with ellen and jim. anne joined you guys, but she didn’t seem very interested.

you wore a red devils jersey, sporting ‘hughes’ and the number 86 proudly on your back. hockey wasn’t a huge part of your life growing up, but after meeting jack, the sport grew on you. it was hard to date a hockey player and not be a hockey fan.

you watched the game intensely, cheering whenever one of the three hughes had the puck - but you were loudest when it was jack. nico scored near the end of the first period, leading to you and jim cheering and celebrating with one of your handshakes.

while ellen loved all three of her kids, her oldest had a special place in her heart. she couldn’t just cheer against his team.

“devils are winning this, ma,” you told her, laughing during the first intermission. jim had left you guys, with the promise of coming back after grabbing some food.  “i’m telling you, we’re getting a jack goal, maybe two, and then… i’m not sure, i feel like dawson’s gonna score one.”

ellen rolled her eyes, “keep dreaming honey. but anne and i know that quinn’s gonna win this one.”

you turned to anne, momentarily forgetting she was there. 

“what do you think, anne?” you asked, trying to appease your guilt-ridden conscience at forgetting her existence. “what’s the score gonna be?”

anne looked up from her phone, bored, “does it matter? it’s just a dumb game. i don’t even understand why you’re so interested. like honestly, i have better stuff to do. everyone should have better stuff to do.”

you blinked, slightly taken aback.

“excuse me?” ellen said to her, also put off by her words and tone.

“what?” anne looked up. “did i say something wrong?”

“you don’t have to be here, you know,” ellen told her. “in fact, if you’re not interested in the game, if you’re going to talk to my daughter like that, and if you ‘have better things to do’, go ahead and leave. no one’s stopping you.”

anne stared at ellen, at a loss for words.

“ma, it’s okay, really,” you said, trying to deescalate the situation. there were lots of people around, and you just didn’t want anyone to accidentally catch wind of the conversation. “let’s not do this right now. i’m sure we’re all just misunderstanding what’s going on.”

ellen huffed, crossing her arms and looking back at the ice. on the other side of you, anne did the same.

“okay, so i’ve got candy, hot dogs, and some pop. someone please take them from me before i drop them,” jim froze at the sight of the three of you, obviously catching the tension.

at your warning glance, he wisely remained silent.

the rest of the game was tense, but jack had scored two goals - he liked scoring against quinn - and the devils secured a win over the canucks. quinn had come away with two assists, but it just wasn’t enough in the end.

the tension remained, even after the game, but no one brought it up. not until months later, when you sat around the fire at the lake house.

-

“okay, but that move i pulled on you was still better than your goal,” quinn was saying to jack.

“no, no, no,” jack argued. “the goal was so much better.”

you, ellen, jim, and luke watched the two older boys argue, laughing amongst yourselves.

“hey, after the game, why were you all so tense and awkward?” luke turned to you suddenly.

jim shrugged, “i was just following what the rest of them were doing.”

ellen’s smile had turned sour, but you understood. you didn’t like thinking about that day very much either.

you waved it off, “you remember quinn’s girlfriend, anne?”

“oh, the redhead?”

“yup,” you nodded. “anyways, she was just being a little rude-”

“y/n, don’t sugarcoat her actions,” ellen shook her head. “y/n and i were having a conversation about the game while jim went to go get us some food. y/n tried to be nice and include anne in the conversation, but anne was rude and i didn’t like it, so i told her off. when someone’s being nice to you, you can’t just say stuff like that. i didn’t like her.”

luke laughed, “me neither, honestly. i don’t know why… something about her attitude just rubbed me wrong.”

“okay, okay, enough,” ellen said. “i don’t want to talk about her anymore.” she yawned, “on second thought, i don’t want to talk at all anymore. g’night guys.”

jim sighed, collecting the smore’s sticks and following his wife inside. you and luke watched jack and quinn argue, laughing whenever the other made a comment that didn’t make sense.

you were so tired, you didn’t even realize when you fell asleep.

-

jack smiled down at you, using his your hoodie as a blanket to cover yourself as you slept.

“i don’t care if you guys have been together for years,” luke muttered as he walked by, “staring like that is still weird.”

“wait until you get a girlfriend,” jack muttered, rolling his eyes at his younger brother.

he leaned down, lifting you up off the chair and into his arms bridal style. your eyes fluttered, but at the sound of jack’s soft voice, you nestled comfortably in his arms and fell back asleep.

luke and quinn waved at him as he carried you down the hall and to bed.

“i keep forgetting to ask,” luke turned to his oldest brother suddenly. “what happened to anne? why’d you guys break up?”

quinn shrugged to himself, “after the last devils and canucks game, she said she didn’t like y/n very much, and she didn’t like how mom talked to her or something. and obviously, mom’s not going to be rude unless she was rude first. i told her that, she got mad and said i can’t talk to y/n anymore. i said we can’t be together if she doesn’t like y/n or mom because those are two of the most important females in my life. if she doesn’t like my mom or my sister, how’re we supposed to go on?”

“so you broke it off?” luke asked.

“so i broke it off,” quinn agreed.

luke nodded, as if the explanation made sense.

you were a part of the boys’ lives, a huge part. there was no way they would compromise when it came to you. there was no better thing than the relationship they had with you.

[georgichan]

hello i noticed you had requests open for shane x reader, I was wondering if you could write something sappy and fluffy about them on some kind of date. No pressure tho! Have a nice day!

Hi Anon! Truly thanks for this, was really fun to write. I would have posted a little sooner but it's been a bit hectic moving! Hope you like it and have a nice day too <3

(Requests are still open too, so please request away) Tags: Fluff, Romantic fluff, cutesy Also posted on AO3

You were confused, blush coated features as he shoved hands in pockets.

You were certain you had heard him right, but all you could feel was your heart pumping.

Him looking at you in anticipation, and you try to bury your confusion. You had a feeling he could tell and you could see him about to talk again.

“Of course-“, You quickly cut him off and he can only blink at you in confusion. Like he was bracing for some formidable embarrassment awaiting whatever words would spill from your lips. Yet a yes, that was the shocker.

He blinked a few times, attempting to recover his reaction as smoothly as possible. It only assured you further you had made the right choice.

“I’ll pick you up at 7-“, he tells you instead and you quickly agree.

You were going on a date with Shane, and you could not wait.

_____________________________________ You wanted to pretend getting ready didn’t take you hours, but it did.

Hand scrambling to quickly put on your final accessory as a gentle knock is heard at the door.

Smoothing down clothes, a final look in the mirror before you answer it.

“Hey I’-“.

He pauses, a tinge of colour on his cheeks.

“You look…”, He seems lost for words, and you can almost imagine him buffering as he tries to think of a fitting compliment. Hands move to shuffle the back of his own hair. “Good-“. He tells you trying to quickly save the gap in time. You pondered if he was fighting to say more but nothing else followed.

“Thanks-“, you tell him with a smile in response then your eyes take in the sight of something you didn’t quite expect.

A picnic basket.

“We’re going on a picnic?” You quickly ask, envisioning the sight of him in Marnie’s kitchen producing such a thing. It was sweet but not what you had expected. Especially considering the time.

He seems to read your mind.

“Trust me-“, He tells you without any further of an explanation. He didn’t really need one either, because you certainly weren’t going to press for more.

You walk with him to a far too familiar spot in the town, the docks.

He throws blanket to ground and you perch next to him. Then as he starts making a spread in front of you both, you realise why he took you there.

It was beautiful.

Sun, sky in a dazzling array of colours. A sunset, timed too perfectly. You sat with him and he told you to help yourself. Both eating, with a golden glow over both of your features.

It seemed so perfect, almost too perfect. You wished your brain would give you a break, as he seemed to finish setting it up. Yet the way he seemed to fidget, you had a feeling you weren’t the only one thinking such things.

Before you can think to help yourself, he smiles at you again.

“You do enough, let me-“.  He tells you, not giving you a chance to fight back.

When he plates up a selection of sandwiches, cheeses and few little extra bits, you can’t help but notice that he even has some produce from your farm. It was especially sweet when it was one of the chutneys you had made just for him. He then hands you the plate and you both seem content to enjoy the moment. No need to fill the air with conversation, but a peace engulfs you that you haven’t known in a very long time. It was certainly a feeling that was robbed to you in your city life. You didn’t realise how much you had needed it and a part of you had a feeling that he felt the same too. A little breath of relief almost and you turn to him.

“Shane-“.

He finishes chewing something and turns to you.

“I was actually wondering something.”

This seems to get his attention a little more and he for some reason looks at the spread in a panic.

“Shit, are you allergic to something? Dammit, I should I have asked. I can take you to Har-“.

You can’t help but laugh, but you do quickly cut him off.

“No Shane, It’s perfect”. You lean close, a gentle touch to his arm to reassure him. For some reason he doesn’t seem convinced at the gesture. Like he’s waiting for his world to come crashing around him. “I promise”, you add hoping to reach something in the part of his brain that leaped to conclusions.

“Then what were you wondering?” He asks, hands playing with a piece of food leftover on his plate.

“Just wondering why you asked me out really”.

He seems to fumble a little, finally dropping the piece of food on his plate.

“I mean, isn’t it obvious?”

He takes a breath, pushing the plates away. You notice him inching closer and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“I mean-“, you begin and he cuts you off this time instead.

“You know when I met you, I thought you were the most annoying person on the planet”.

You paused, that isn’t what you expected him to say. Your face dropping caused a little panic on his.

“No, no. Please, I swear I have a point.” He tells you scrambling to tell you quickly and all you can do is get your head to nod at him in response. You were confused and you had a feeling you weren’t keeping this from your features. Not that you were particularly trying.

“Look-“ He pauses, a breath from his lips. “When I first moved here, it was different to your experience I suppose. So watching everyone’s reaction to you. Well, it stung for a bit”.

You kept quiet, eyes never moving from his. He run’s a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Then we actually met and that bitterness it came through. You probably remember that, right?”

You laugh a little awkwardly, a little flashback running through your head of the first words he said to you. “Yeah, I suppose I do”. You tell him, still not able to predict where this was going.

“Then you. You were persistent”. He smiles a little shaking his head. “I don’t think I seemed to leave my home without bumping into you or ever going a week without some of the creations from your farm”.

You blush a little.

“Then we’d talk more and more and I finally understood. I knew one night in particular that I wanted to ask you eventually”.

You tilt your head at him, you couldn’t hide the curiosity from your features and you couldn’t help but lean closer to him.

“When I was walking to the saloon a little quicker on a Friday night, just in the hopes of talking to you”.

So many nights you’d wait there just for him, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies again as he admitted that to you. You had to tell him too.

“I’d wait just for you. Even staying if you were running a little late-“.

His chance to be taken off guard, finally your chance.

“Shane?”

“What?”

Another inch closer, hand on his cheek.

“Kiss me”.

You didn’t need to ask him twice, as his lips meant yours. So sweet, so gentle. A kiss to be savoured, as your hands snake up to hair all so naturally. You felt the fireworks, the moment neither of you could have ever seen coming. Grateful for every night staring at a drink just hoping for one conversation, for one second where you’d stumble to him on his way to work. You noticed his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. Breathing away, faces inches from each other.

You both smile at each, cheeks so flush.

You were glad he asked.

He was glad you hadn’t listened to him the first time you met.

[mazzystar24]

Hi, a 'BT' here! (Although I also happily ship buddie too because multishipping is so valid!) I come in peace and just looking for some discourse if that's okay? I saw the ask in regard to apparently BTs are saying that all the focus on rg means he's leaving? I haven't seen anyone say that on either side so a strange one huh!

But it was more your comments in terms of pushing for Tommy to replace Eddie as lead when Ravi is right there and I just wanna say I agree! And I have seen many bucktommy shippers including myself pushing for Ravi to be main cast. He absolutely should be and deserves it and is an absolute darling angel and I love what he brings to the whole dynamic!

My biggest hope for Tommy is for his to be recurring much like Karen! Speaking of, there's another character I'd love to be main cast and who I think is ahead of the queue in front of Tommy to be main cast. Heck I'd love if all of them got to be main cast but, as much as I love bucktommy, I definitely can see there's an order to who should be main cast and don't want any 'queue jumping'

One other thing I want to out out there as food for thought, is that on both sides I see a lot of discourse thrown out through anonymous asks of 'oh the bts are saying this' or 'the buddies said this ridiculous thing!' And something I would love both sides to seriously consider is... did they really? Or are there just a few people out there who feed on the chaos that it all brings and will send out anon asks that they know will increase this 'fandom war'and pretend they are kn the other side when doing so just to get a reaction and give ammunition to 'their' side to make it seem like one side is delusional and the other side isn't?

Tldr I just wish we all got along and stopped taking messages intended to stir up hate as gospel.

Peace and love

Glad you agree on the Ravi/ main thing front!

As you know I want tommy out already so no recurring hopes from me sorry 😔💔 ngl at first I was like hmm it can be interesting and I’m not opposed to exploring bt and their potential dynamic and maybe they can redeem him and make him likeable it’d be perfect (like my comparison was if they wrote him like Hannah from bones) but like buddie endgame but as eps went on both he and a section of the fandom became so insufferable to me that I’m like I don’t care about the potential juicy storylines I just want this man off my screen - but it’s totally cool if you like him and ship them it’s just not my cup of tea

For the other part I totally get what you mean and that may be the case like I totally agree that that is possible but I hear like so many things that happen in the bt fandom secondhand cos I’ve got so many of the toxic/annoying ones blocked (my block list is a mile long genuinely) and so many have me blocked too but usually stuff that my anons mention will be talked abt by more people in the fandom (like this is) or like there have been times where if I ask my anons for elaboration links ss etc and they are able to do so

That’s why half the time when I reply it’s more so like “damn didn’t know that if that is the case then xyz” you know? Or if I saw something I’ll mention it and be like oh yeah I saw xyz and this is my opinion on it or answer

Also like I’ve first hand seen things that are like 10x worse or more delusional than the “rg must be leaving and s8 lfj main” thing like no lie some of this stuff makes that seem tame in comparison so it’s like the chances they’ve said this are like HIGH

Genuinely I agree with you on that last point I do wish that this fandom was how it used to be and more peaceful but certain things I follow this kinda mental rule I’ve always had which is that I won’t respect a disrespectful opinion

Like from the very start of the discourse I’ve been very oh let ppl ship what they want and enjoy their fandom space and from the start I’ve encouraged proper tagging to help people do that and like even if you’re fully delusional abt your ship I fully respect that (not saying YOU are but I’m saying like let’s say one side is like yesss they are getting married in s8 and having a baby on the first episode I would genuinely just mentally be like woah that’s a bit delulu but love that for you and move on)

My only issue really has been where people from the bt fandom (not saying they are the only ones who do this but I’m saying personally speaking it’s what I see and what I experience also not saying it’s all the bt fans and I do try to say that as much as possible) being disrespectful whether this be through being racist, being ableist or rude to the buddie fans just to boost their ship

Like I’m so not against hating stuff like seriously idc hate whatever you want rant about it and make twenty posts and make so many jokes but when you’re being disrespectful or when it crosses certain bounds it’s like you’re a piece of shit

Anyways I got carried away but thanks for being so nice and respectful in your ask 🫶

[rimunagenius]

fic idea Hannah Stuelke gets a girlfriend

Flowers

ʚ pairing: Hannah Stuelke x reader

ʚ word count: 2.3k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , language, nothing else other than ‘y/n’ being used once.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: thank you anon for requesting!! sorry it took so long to get this out, i started from the bottom of my inbox and i’m going to work my way up, and yours was my first one!! I hope you like this, enjoy!!

| Masterlist | Women’s Basketball Masterlist |

You had been sick the last couple of days, being waited on hand and foot by your best friend Hannah. When she wasn’t at basketball practice or playing games, she was at your apartment, helping you recover to get you right again for your track season.

You had missed the last two meets and several practices, feeling so drained and weak, you couldn’t even get out of bed to support from the sidelines. So, you layed in bed, rotting away and watching movies and shows with Hannah.

“Are you seriously going to stay here with me all night long?” You looked at your friend, scoffing at her while she took amusement in your nasally voice, and the tissue hanging out of your nose.

“Yes. You need to rest, so whatever you want, i’ll help.” You could literally kiss her. You’ve never had a friend who did stuff like this for you before. Who was willing to risk getting sick to help you and make sure you got better.

“Oh my god. Hannah Stuelke, I could marry you.”

“Oh, yeah? When’s the wedding?” She smiled, as she got up to get another bottle of water for the both of you.

“Right now. Come kiss your bride.” You thought she was the cutest little giant to ever grace this planet. It didn’t help that Kate accidentally outed Hannah’s secret crush to you a week ago while you guys had been at the baseball game for Iowa—when you had inherently taken being not sick, for granted—It slipped. She didn’t mean to. You had confided in her, her being your cousin and all, and you mentioned that you thought Hannah was cute but didn’t know if she liked girls.

You were overjoyed to find out that she indeed, did like girls. Ever since then, you have been more flirty and so has she.

“Alright, bet.” She pretended to turn heel and make her way back to you, but then turned around, cheeks red, and wandered into the kitchen. You could barely see her through the open bedroom door.

“Booo! Hannah!! I hope you miss your layups tomorrow, and I hope the other team wins!” they don’t. You shouted, hearing her chuckle at your exclamations.

“How about you shut up, and get some sleep, grinch!” She shouted back, you gasped dramatically.

“I told you that in confidence, asshole!” You laughed before turning off the bedside lamp next to you. You shut the tv off, your LED lights being the only way you could see the look on Hannah’s face.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I won’t bring up the grinch thing again.” She handed you the bottle of water, before she grabbed her blanket and turned towards the door.

“You’re not staying?” You asked meekly. You both agreed to have a sleepover tonight. Even though you were sick, she couldn’t say no. This was the fourth one this week.

“I am. I just don’t want to lay next to you, you’re dying. I don’t choose death, I choose basketball.” She wrapped the blanket around her, the ac making your apartment feel like the midst of antarctica.

“Oh, so you love basketball more than me? Okay.” You plopped down, throwing the comforter over your head.

“Yes. I actually want to play in the Big 10 tournament, not be sick as a dog in bed. Sorry, babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Go sleep on the couch then. Goodnight, love you.” You said, already drowsy.

“Goodnight drama queen, love you.” She closed the door, laughing as she heard you gasp at the playful insult.

The next morning, you felt better. Great even. The last four days of lying in bed, consistently taking medicine, and letting your body recover from the sickness worked. Hannah worked.

You got up, walking into the bathroom, finding a small note taped to the mirror. ‘Hope you feel better! I’ll see you later tonight after the game. Love you!’. You truly didn’t deserve this girl.

You sent her a quick text, thanking her for the note, and hopped in the shower. You decided you were going to crash the track practice today. You still weren’t up for running the whole practice, but a light warmup and maybe some of the conditioning would be okay. Plus, you’d attend the game at Carver, but you didn’t buy tickets on time and now they were sold out.

Before leaving, you had about two hours, so you threw all your blankets and sheets into the washer and dryer, ridding your room of any sickness. You opened the blinds, letting light in, cracking the window even.

You made yourself breakfast, and started to get ready. You didn’t know if it was the four days that she spent at your house, or just the recent closeness between you and Hannah, lack of separation thereof, but you couldn’t stop thinking about her. You already missed her and she’s only been away for three hours.

You wanted to tell her that you loved having her over all the time, all the hugs she gives you, the comfort and security she provides by just being near you. You wanted to make flirty jokes without having to pretend your joking. You wished you could just tell her how you feel since you know she feels the same way. You just wanted her.

You even told your teammate about it. You figured you should definitely ask her about trying to make the first move on Hannah since she made the first move on her girlfriend, Maya. Plus, she was the only one on the team that new about your infatuation with the 6’2” forward.

As you and Camila walked to your designated stretching and conditioning spot, you told her your situation.

“I don’t know what to do. I like her so much, but I have no idea how to tell her or show her without totally freaking her the fuck out.”

Kate and Camila listened to you and Hannah express the confusion and frustration of not knowing how to make the first move.

Kate and Hannah had mentioned it briefly in the locker room. Hannah shutting it down when the other girls walked in.

During stretching and pregame, Hannah and Kate were secluded and that’s when she voiced her frustration. Kate knew what it was like. She went through the same thing with her ex girlfriend, Sydney.

“Just be cool, and calm. Give her flowers, and be straight. Trust me, I know my cousin and she loves flowers. She loves the small but thoughtful gesture. Then, just ask her to be your girlfriend, I guarantee you, she won’t say no.” Kate reassured Hannah. Kate knew you best, and she knew that you didn’t need a grand gesture to express the love you had to share. Hannah nodded, taking the idea and saving it for after practice.

“Go straight for it. Definitely be straight up. Be like ‘Hey, I like you. Then bam, kiss her.” Camila was way too enthusiastic and unserious. You gave her an incredulous look, as you both stretched, instantly regretting asking her.

“Uh…how about I don’t..do that.” You continued to stretch your legs, balancing trying to do the flamingo.

“It worked for me.” Camila shrugged her shoulders. “Assert your dominance, it’ll work.” She nodded her head, a big grin on her face. She totally wasn’t joking.

“I’m not a damn dog, Camila. I don’t need to assert anything. What about if I give her flowers and just ask her to be my girlfriend? That would work, right?” You scrunched your eyebrows, hoping to hear a yes so you didn’t actually have to go with Camila’s plan.

“Oh, yeah. That could work too. Didn’t think about that one.” Camila looked at the ground, before giggling to herself.

“Of course you didn’t.” You shook your head and continued on with your practice. You were going to stop at trader joe’s later, buy Hannah flowers, and make her your girlfriend.

You didn’t know if it was the nerves or just the total blindsidedness of watching Hannah’s car pull into the parking lot, but you suddenly started to panic. You had been sitting by the window, on the phone with Kate. You were showing her the arrangement of flowers you were putting together for Hannah. Red and Blue tulips, signifying love and her being one of a kind, with some baby’s breath accents, for happiness. Tulips were her favorite so it was a no brainer.

“Oh my god, Kate! She just pulled into the parking lot.” You gasped as you looked out the window, dropping the freshly put together bouquet on the small coffee table.

“Are you spying on her?” Kate asked, laughing at your nervousness.

“No! You idiot! I’m just sitting by the window and she just so happened to park in the spot right in my view! I’m not crazy.” You pulled the curtain back a little, watching the car still run.

“Are you sure? You look a little crazy.” Kate asked, laughing silently while taking a facetime photo, the flashing catching your attention.

“Kate, i’m serious! Why hasn’t she turned the car off?” You looked through one more time, catching her car lights shut off, and the drivers side door open. “Oh shit! She’s getting out.” You grabbed your phone, walking over to the mirror hanging above the couch.

“How do I look?” You asked your cousin, after adjusting the crop top and shorts you were wearing, along with your hair.

“Like your about to not be single.” Kate winked, telling you to grab the flowers and call her back when you two were official.

“Okay, I love you, bye!” You shouted before hanging up the phone just in time to hear the lock turning. Hannah had been given a key to your place when you moved in a couple months ago.

You set your phone down, running to your room, and sitting on the bed. You didn’t want her to see you with the flowers right when she walked in, not wanting to be forced to ambush her with the question right away.

“Hey? I’m here!” Hannah shouted, putting her keys on the counter and sliding her shoes off at the door.

“I’m in the room! How was the game? Sorry I didn’t make it, I didn’t buy the tickets on time.” You were anxiously staring at the doorway, seeing her shadow move about the living room.

“No it’s okay, I know you’ll be at the next one,” You could hear her setting down her bag, as she was staying over again. Then you hear paper crinkling and was suddenly confused. What did she have that was making all that noise? “I need to talk to you, are you decent?” She asked, her shadow getting closer.

“Yeah, come in!” That’s when you saw her Hawkeye team jacket fill the doorway, noticing brown paper in her hand. That’s when you saw a bouquet of flowers.

Your hands tightened on her flowers, the anxiousness rising in the both of you. She stopped in her tracks, the sight of you and the flowers you were holding taking her by surprise.

“What are those for?” You both asked, questioning looks being exchanged between the two of you. “You first.” You said in unison again.

“Hannah.” You motioned for her to go first. You noticed the blush rising in her cheeks. She moved from side to side, not being able to stand still now that she was on the spot.

“Uh, I got these for you, obviously. Your favorite.” Pink roses and baby’s breath. You loved pink roses, as they resembled gentleness and love. Two things you prided yourself on in your social and romantic life. Plus you just loved the romantic aspect of roses. She handed you the bouquet, her nerves relaxing when she saw the awestruck look on your face. The small smile she loved now taking home on your lips.

“What for Hannah? They’re beautiful, thank you.” You smiled at her widely, your admiration for her only growing by the second. Hoping that she’d ask you what you wanted her to.

“Because a pretty girl like you deserves pretty flowers and someone who will always buy them for her, no matter the reason. I wanted to know if you’d be my girlfriend, y/n.” Her voice steady, her stance stilling, and her sincerity concrete.

You looked at her in awe. You had no words for how she made you feel in this moment. You couldn’t believe that this was your life. “Are you serious?” Your face was hot, and you were for sure that your face was turning pink by the second.

“Yes. Will you be my girlfriend?” Hannah’s nerves now coming back as you took a while to answer her question while you held the flowers she bought you.

“That’s so not fair!” You said as you set your flowers on the bed, still holding Hannah’s. Her face dropped, suddenly worried that she misread this whole thing and you did infact not want to date her. “I wanted to ask you first, dammit.” You laughed softly, still smiling wideyed at the tall girl in front of you.

She visibly relaxed, before relieved chuckling. You handed her the flowers, making sure she took them before you grabbed her face gently, rose slowly on your tippy toes, amd kissed her softly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Hannah Stuelke. I was beginning to think you’d never ask.” You smiled before you picked your flowers back up, and led you both into your kitchen.

She followed behind you, not saying anything. Starstruck at how you said yes to her, kissed her, and walked away like it was so normal. “Wait, youre my girlfriend?” Hannah asked, disbelief written all over her face.

“Yes, Stuelke. I am indeed, your very happy girlfriend.” You walked over, putting your flowers down on the counter, grabbing hers from her hands and putting them down right next to yours, and you grabbed her face again.

You stood in between her legs while she was seated at the island barstool in your kitchen, smiling stupidly wide at you. “Kiss me.” You whispered, smiling softly when her hands grabbed your hips, pulling you closer towards her.

She kissed you gently, the kiss itself being foreign to the both of you, but feeling so natural like you’ve been doing it forever.

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

[taey0ngsvape]

and i like you

“we move in the tree streets, i like it if you stay”

requested by anon pairing: riki x reader genre: fluff word count: 987 contains: sleepovers, humor except i’m not funny, cursing, food, cuddling

The whole reason you and the rest of the boys were out was because they were supposed to be taking you home. However, instead you ended up down by the river surrounded by all the guys, Riki’s hands wrapped securely around your own. He wasn’t big on holding hands, especially not in front of the others, but there was something special about tonight. You couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but you were glad to see that he felt it too. 

You feel safe and comfortable with all of them here. Even though you had been with Riki for less than a year, you’d grown close with all the guys and they all treated you like a best friend.

You laugh as Jake dares Sunghoon to jump in the river for the fourth time in the last ten minutes alone.

“Ignoring the fact that it’s cold as fuck, there are probably like… undiscovered diseases in that water,” Sunghoon says, playfully shoving Jake.

“If you survived you’d be a scientific miracle.”

Sunghoon glares at him.

“Speaking of being cold, can we please go back?” Jungwon asks, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was the only one who hadn’t brought a coat and instead was only wearing a sweatshirt. 

Now that Jungwon had mentioned it, you were cold. Your cheeks and ears were probably red and you were beginning to lose feeling in your toes. Unfortunately, after your walk, you all were now much closer to the dorms than to your own place.

“Let’s go back,” Jake agrees. 

Next to you, Sunoo says, “What about getting her home?” he jerks his thumb at you.

“I can catch a bus,” you offer, but instantly the idea is shot down.

“Not this late you’re not,” Heeseung says.

You didn’t want to force the rest of them to walk you home, especially when Jungwon looked ready to freeze to death. But you knew it was probably unsafe to go home by yourself. 

“Do you want to stay?” Riki asks. He’s trying to sound casual, and for a second you’re convinced, but when you look at him he’s chewing his lip nervously.

“Is that alright?” you ask. He nods.

“That’s definitely a better idea than you going home this late at night,” Jay says. 

So the group of you all head back to the dorms together, Riki still holding your hand.

“Do you want to take my bed?” he asks as you arrive.

“Depends,” you hum. “Will you be in it? I wanna cuddle.”

Riki pretends to roll his eyes. “You’re so obsessed with me.”

“Actually, I would just like someone to keep me warm. Sunghoon was right. It’s cold as fuck.”

“Fine,” he huffs, but the tips of his ears are red, though you know if you point it out he’ll just blame it on the cold.

You borrow one of his shirts to sleep in along with a pair of sweatpants. In the bathroom you brush your teeth with a spare toothbrush. You didn’t expect it, but you’re nervous. You’d taken naps with Riki on the couch before, but this was different. You’d never spent the night. What if you were intruding?

Before you can spiral into your thoughts, there’s a soft knock at the door. 

“I’ll be in my room,” Riki says, sounding normal as ever. You can’t help but smile to yourself, the sound of his voice comforting you. 

“Alright,” you call out. You shake any negative thoughts out of your head. This was just Riki. Your dumb, adorable boyfriend who loves you. 

The first time he said it you hadn’t even heard him he’d been so quiet. His nerves got the better of him and he hadn’t tried again until three days later. It wasn’t until after you had assured him you loved him too that he told you about the first failed attempt. You’d both laughed about it and moved on. You’re sure that in the future you’ll laugh at yourself for being so nervous.

When you open his door, he’s already in bed scrolling through his phone. His eyes light up when he sees you and immediately he puts his phone down, smiling at you. He pulls back the blankets so you can crawl underneath. You lie down, facing him as he turns out the light and rolls over to look at you.

“Sorry we couldn’t get you home,” he says sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I had more fun with you guys anyway.”

He smiles, reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Even though it was cold?”

“You kept my hand warm at least,” you say.

“You’re welcome,” he says, moving a little closer to pull you against his chest. All his movements are steady and sure but his pounding heart gives him away. You can’t help but smile and nuzzle into his chest.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice hardly above a whisper.

You smile, leaving back to look him in the eye. “Perfect,” you say and his lips pull into a smile. You cup his cheek with your hand and pull him into you.

His kisses are always comforting and he holds you close. He doesn’t treat you like you’ll break, which you’re grateful for. He isn’t timid, he’ll always let you know he loves you.

His lips are slow and tender and he runs his hands through your hair. When you break apart, he holds you close for a second, your noses brushing before kissing you once more, just a quick peck, before settling into the pillows and smiling at you.

“Still okay?” he asks.

You cuddle against him, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. 

“Still perfect.”

[atths--twice]

Hello

Do you take prompts

If so....

After a date.......

"Can I kiss you goodbye?"

"You can in the morning"

... Pulls them into their apartment/hotel

Well anon, as a matter of fact, I do take prompts. I love them. ❤️ Thank you so much for this one. I know you sent it yesterday, but I only saw it this morning. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and so… I hope you enjoy the story I’ve created. ❤️❤️

The Undeniable Spark

Dinner had been good, though there was a different feel to it than other meals they had shared. A spark that seemed to crackle between them these days, rose and fell as they ate and talked.

Scully smiled as Mulder nodded his head to the music that was playing from the live band in the back of the pub.

“Were you wanting anything else?” the waitress asked as she walked over to their table and Mulder’s attention was pulled away from the music.

“I don’t think so,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Scully.

“Just the bill,” she said, taking out her credit card and handing it to the waitress.

“You got it,” she replied, taking the credit card and walking away.

“I was going to pay,” Mulder said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to her.

“I asked you to dinner. It’s my treat,” Scully said with a shrug. “You can get the next one.”

“Hmm,” he hummed with a nod. His gaze dropped to her lips for a quick second and her stomach quivered as she imagined how it would feel to kiss him.

Kiss him again, you mean, she thought to herself as she remembered their all too brief kiss a month ago on New Year’s Eve.

“Here you go,” the waitress said, bringing back the credit card and the bill. Handing it to Scully, she waited for her to sign it and then she left the table, smiling with a nod.

“How about a walk?” Mulder suggested as they stood up and gathered their things. “Maybe a stop at the ice cream shop a few blocks over?”

“Ohhh, the one that carries the rice ice cream?”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that,” Mulder said with a scoff and shake of his head. She smiled as she put on her coat and he rolled his eyes at her. “Seriously… live a little, Scully. Eat the ice cream. The real, full fat ice cream.”

“We’ll see,” she teased and he shook his head again. “I’m sure you’re planning to get something chocolatey.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, his hand landing on the small of her back as they began to exit the pub. “With chocolate sauce and possibly whipped cream.”

“Is that right?” she asked, as images began to fill her head that were not partnerly.

“Yup. And I’ll share it with you, so long as your ice cream is of equal desirable value.”

“Hmm,” she hummed as they walked out the door, smiling at one another.

They walked in silence for a while, looking around at the other people out for a winter stroll. It was cold, but not overly so, and many had decided to take advantage of the moment.

A large group of loud teenagers rushed past them, forcing Scully to move closer to Mulder and grab his arm for balance.

“Where’s the fire?” Mulder mumbled as they watched them nearly run into other people on the sidewalk.

“No idea,” Scully answered, still holding onto Mulder’s arm and shaking her head.

“Kids today, huh?” he asked as he shifted his arm, allowing her to slip hers through his as they kept walking.

She dipped her head as she smiled and he began talking about something. Her attention was not on the story however, but on the feel of her arm linked with his and the ease at which it had happened.

They’d held hands, or even linked arms before, but it was usually in times of worry or grief. This was different and that spark that passed between them felt like a static charge waiting to pop.

The ice cream shop came into view all too soon and she had to break their connection in order for them to get through the door.

“Smells good in here,” Mulder said as he looked at the menu and she hummed in response as she did the same.

She saw the rice ice cream and she smiled as she glanced at Mulder, deciding she would forgo it tonight for something she knew he would enjoy sharing with her.

“Know what you’d like?” the kind older woman behind the counter asked them and Scully stepped forward.

“Yes. I’ll have the vanilla-”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed and shook his head at the seemingly boring choice.

“With caramel sauce and cookie crumbles. In a waffle cone.”

“Ohh,” he said, looking at her in surprise and she smiled coquettishly.

“Desirable enough for you?” she asked as the woman began to prepare her ice cream.

“The ice cream?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her lips again and she drew in a deep breath as she nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good,” she said softly and he smiled before licking his lips and turning to the woman to give her his order. “Chocolate, with chocolate sauce, chocolate chips, and mini marshmallows. In a waffle cone. Two spoons.”

“Jesus,” Scully breathed, taking her cone and shaking her head as the woman behind the counter laughed jovially.

Napkins were shoved into their pockets as they left the shop and walked to a bench. Sitting down, they shared the ice cream, Mulder eating the greater portion of them as she began to feel too full.

She broke off pieces of her cone and dipped them into his ice cream, scooping up a marshmallow and a few chocolate chips.

“Admit it, rice ice cream will never beat chocolate,” he said, taking a huge bite as he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s not fair to compare the two,” she stated, letting the cold chocolate chips roll around in her mouth before she chewed them up. “They’re completely different.”

“And one is far superior. It’s okay to admit that, Scully,” he said, taking another bite.

“I’ll admit nothing of the sort,” she said, wiping chocolate from the corner of his mouth with a napkin as she laughed quietly.

“Coward,” he said and she laughed again as she shook her head.

He walked her to her door forty five minutes later, stopping as she took out her keys and placed them in the lock.

“Well,” he said, as the door opened. “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder,” she replied, smiling softly at him.

Neither of them moved and she once again felt that spark growing between them.

“Could…” he started and then stopped.

“What?”

He stepped closer and her heart began to beat faster as her breathing increased. His eyes held hers and then dropped to her lips, lingering longer than they had all night.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he whispered, looking into her eyes again and she exhaled as she felt the spark pop and pull her toward him.

Goodbye, she thought. No… I don’t want this to be goodbye. Not yet.

Reaching up, she placed her hands on his chest and he drew in a breath as she did the same, her heart now racing. She stood up on tiptoes as he bent his head closer, his mouth opening slightly.

Just before their lips met, she paused, her decision made.

“You can kiss me goodbye… in the morning,” she whispered, and he moaned as he kissed her and she pulled him into her apartment, the door closing behind them.

[urrockstar-xe]

potions test - s.b x fem!reader

posted december 11th, 2022, 9:26 pm

anon asked: hi hi hi!!! i was wondering if you could do prompt 45 w sirius black!!! hehe thank u sm <3 have a nice day

45 "they hate each other" "no they don't, not really"

I am so sorry for the wait on this one (i've said that so much), so much has happened these past few months. I really hope you like this, sweets.

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word count: 0.6k

“Now what makes you so sure your tricks are better than mine?” Sirius’ question had the three boys all turning to look at You for your answer. “Well, for one, I don’t get caught.” Sirius scoffed at this. “That’s because they’re not brilliant enough to incite rage in our dear old professors, and for your information, I find gossiping over brunch with Minerva quite fun.” 

James, Remus, and Peter had been watching the two of you go back and forth for 15 minutes, somehow finding yourselves stuck in an argument about whose tricks are better.

“It’s not brunch, you imbecile, it’s detention.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest.

 “Why are you both still on about this?” Peter asked, crumpling up a wrapper. “Because Black is too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong,” “Oh please if anyone’s stubborn it's you, always insisting on being right about everything. “You wouldn’t be pointing that out if you didn’t agree-”

“Alright! Y/n, I believe we have a study session for potions right about now, shall we?” Remus interrupted making a gap between his arm and torso. 

“Right, we shall” you looped your arm with his. “This test completely makes or breaks our livelihoods, I’ll be damned if I lose because of an argument with Sirius Black of all people.”

Once again Sirius scoffed at your words. “And what could you possibly mean by that? You know what, you’d go mental if I got a higher score than you.” You almost laughed in his face at his response. “I’d like to see you try.” 

Sirius smirked, causing a sigh from the small crowd of your friends. “See you on Friday night to reveal our grades to each other.” You rolled your eyes, knowing Sirius was now just trying to get under your skin. “There's a quidditch match on Friday!” James mentioned, shooting a glare at Sirius. 

“Yes, prongs, I’m aware.” He glared back. 

“Okay, she’ll see you then! Let’s go,” just as Remus began pulling you down the hall you heard James tell Sirius “If you flunk quidditch because you want to get in her pants, I swear to bloody merlin, Black.” giving both you and Remus a good laugh while you picked up the pace.

Sure enough, Friday night rolled around, and as you made your way across the hall to the rowdy group of Gryffindors Sirius turned to you with his usual Bright smile and charming eyes. “We won! Though I couldn’t hear you cheering me on in the crowd, I felt it in my heart.” He said pretending to pout while he gently patted his chest. 

“Sorry, I was too busy imagining the look on your face when you find out my potions grade beat yours to cheer at all, though I’m sure James was excellent.” You responded smiling back at the boy whilst holding up your graded paper, proving it was in fact higher than Sirius’. 

“Well, it’s not my fault you throw away your life for studying now, is it? We both know who the real winner of this competition was, I’m sure.” He winked. 

You both almost Immediately spiraled into a big bickering mess, walking down the hall together as you argued.

“They hate each other,” James said, once again watching you both with Peter and Remus.

And just as Sirius swung his arm around your shoulders, turning down another hall, Remus responded “No, they don’t, not really,”

“Were you really listening for me in the crowd?” You asked Sirius. Now out of earshot of your mates. “Always, darl’” He smiled.

“Well, guess I wasn’t loud enough then, oh well, there’s always next time.” You shrugged. Sirius laughed as he stopped walking for a moment to bring you into a quick kiss, leaning away ever so slightly to ask, “We’re going to celebrate me winning the quidditch game, yes?” You laughed, “as long we can celebrate me being smarter than you, Black”

[safetycar-restart]

which drivers on the grid tend to be more obedient/pliant versus which ones need to be sub trained first? i imagined it like this, what do you think? i tried to sort everyone for fun 😂

instant putty in your hands: mick, zhou, charles, oscar, alex, antonio, even lewis sometimes

brats to tame: pierre, carlos, estie, lando, hulk, daniel, yuki, logan, k-mag, fernando lmaoo

the in-between: george, checo, nyck (?), valtteri, lance, and surprisingly max (can't spell verstappen without vers)

- george's long legs anon 👕💓

Ooo I really like this!! I have very similar opinions to you, and I’m not gonna talk about EVERY driver just cause there are so many and this post would be a mile long if I did, but I’ll pick a few in each category to talk about :))

INSTANT PUTTY:

Charles: of course. Of course he is. Charles doesn’t even try to pretend like he’s hard to get. He melts into your arms at the first chance he gets, and he never looks back.

Lewis: I actually agree that Lewis would be putty in your hands. I think it takes a long time for Lewis to admit he wants to submit, but once he’s admitted it? There’s no fight for dominance or anything. He just wants to be treated softly and kindly.

BRATS:

Lando: Lando is absolutely a brat. No doubt about it. He’ll be a good boy for you, but only once you’ve punished him. Once his ass is bright red, then he’ll be so sweet with you, acting like the best boy ever….. then two hours later he’s talking back.

Yuki: I’ve never thought of Yuki as a brat but now that I consider it, yeah I think you’re right? When the relationship starts out, he’s good. But that’s because he’s scared you might leave otherwise? But as he gets more comfortable… yeah the brat comes out.

IN BETWEEN:

Pierre: I would put Pierre here, not in the full brat scale, because I think there are still times where he wants to be a good boy? Most of his brattiness comes out when he wants to be treated roughly, and then he won’t stop bratting until you’ve wrecked him so much that he can’t speak anymore.

Oscar: I would also put Oscar here, and I think he’s kinda the reverse of Yuki? He brats as a defence mechanism, because he thinks that’s how he’s supposed to behave, because he’s scared of being vulnerable. But over time you see the other side of him, all giggly and soft and good.