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seresinhangmanjake · 9 months ago

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Stolen Angel

Demon!Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he's a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Descriptions of blood and pain. Obsessive behavior. Eventual fluff and smut. I'm sure there are typos. This is part 1 of a mini-series. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it's fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 1600

Part 2, Part 3

You didn’t believe in fate. You didn’t believe your life was predestined or anyone else’s to play with. It was yours alone. Yours to lead, to control, to make choices, good or bad. Only you decided when you did things and where you did them, and no one could have convinced you otherwise. But then you met him. He who showed you how wrong you were.

When you think of the moment you saw him enter the club where you worked, remembering the way your eyes met the minute his body was clear of the door, you could laugh at everything you once believed about controlling your own destiny. The building would’ve been pitch black if not for the blue and purple strobe lights; you could hardly see the patrons in front of you as they shouted their drink orders, and yet, from the opposite side of the massive room, he was in clear view. Your lips had parted to suck in a breath when he smirked, and it was that slight quirk of his lips that had you forgetting yourself. You were instantly drawn to him as if there was a string tied between you that slowly shortened as the night went on.

In hindsight, it should have been so damn obvious, or would have been had you known it was possible for someone to control you the way he did. You weren’t yourself when he approached you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him without having spoken a single word to him. You took him home without knowing his name. But now that whatever power he had over you has worn off, you see that night for what it really was. A trick. A manipulated encounter. He had his sights set on you, and a one-night stand was never going to be a one-night stand. What it was, was an animal finally claiming the prey he’d been stalking for god knows how long.

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It’s the third day. Third of eight.

Jake promised the pain would subside as the days passed—that you’ll get used to it; adapt—but to your great and utter shock, he has once again proven to be a liar. Every few hours, the wings rip your skin wider to accommodate their size as they grow and push for freedom from your body. At three days, they’re the span of a couple of feet, a few feathers shining opalescent in a slim ray of the sun.

As you lay on your stomach, your body is still except for the shallow breaths that occasionally cause you to quiver. With the bloodied wings draped over your back, you try to understand the depth of the pain; how it is able to hurt the way it does. The feeling doesn’t compare to anything you’ve experienced. So different, so unnatural and indescribably excruciating. It’s a merciless pain. All-consuming. It swallows you rather than localize where the skin of your back is shredding open.

“Just a few more days,” Jake says.

You flinch at his voice. Each time he speaks you’re shocked he has remained at your side, his massive black wings hanging over the back of the chair he sits in as he watches you. Those monstrosities weren’t attached to his muscled back when you met him; nowhere in sight when he was in your bed.

With a cool cloth, Jake dabs at your broken and bleeding skin, eliciting little whimpers from your chapped lips. “I know it hurts, Angel,” he says.

“Don’t–” you force out despite the fire in your throat and the wave of nausea that follows. “Don’t c-call me that.”

He sighs and continues to wipe the bloody flesh of your naked form. “I wish you wouldn’t say things like that. When it’s over, you will feel so much better about all of this, and about me. You’re gorgeous already, and the wings will only add to your beauty. You’ll thank me.”

“I di-didn’t want–”

“Don’t talk, Angel,” he tells you. His tone is gentle, but there’s an underlying command to his words. “I know it’s confusing, but anyone who crosses into my world has to grow wings. This has to happen so you can be with me.”

You let out a sudden scream as the wings tear you open a few more centimeters. Jake quickly scoots his chair closer to the bed to brush the damp hair from your face. He softly shushes you before leaning down and placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead. You would slap him, push him away if you had the strength, but you can’t move. Your lungs are tightening, body burning as if licked by the sun.

At first, you didn't understand what was happening to you, but now you know exactly what this is. You’re dying, morphing into a horrid creature from fantasies and leaving behind all traces of humanity. In your veins, you feel something foreign coursing and altering your DNA. You’re pretty sure you still look like you, for the most part, but you aren’t you. Not anymore. This man—practically a stranger—is turning you into a beast.

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It’s five more nights of torture before you’re able to properly inhale and exhale, but even so, the air around you is just as foreign as the pain you had trudged through. It tastes…off, and you find little comfort in it being your source of oxygen.

“You’re awake.”

His smooth voice draws your eyes away from the scenery outside of the one window in the room. Your first true glimpse of this world since he brought you here, and it’s a stunning sight of lush rolling hills and fields of blooming flowers under a plane of blue sky. It reminds you of home before you moved to the city. So much so that you’re convinced it’s an illusion crafted by devilish fingers for your comfort, not unlike his beauty.

You hate how he looks. Golden hair, mossy eyes, and those black-as-night wings that you saw for the first time when they’d suddenly appeared after you’d slept together. Right before he drugged and stole you.

“And you’re standing already,” he continues. “I hoped to come help you, but you’re clearly much stronger than I was after I grew my wings.”

Your irises flash with a burst of anger before you tear them away from his, back to the hills whose grass sways in the breeze. You unintentionally let that breeze, along with the chirp of a bird and the glisten of the sun off of a small lake, distract you from Jake’s approach. You freeze at his breath brushing your ear, and when he slips his rough fingers through the layers of your shimmering feathers, you struggle to contain the shiver that shoots down your spine. You hear the ruffling of his own feathers as he touches his creation.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

You scoff. “I’m glad you’re proud of your work.”

Jake lets out a puff of air, a weak laugh. “My work? Angel, this was all you. I knew they would be beautiful simply because they are a part of you, but you far surpassed my expectations. You should be proud.”

Whipping around, you meet him chest to chest, eyes burning with an intensity that crashes into his. “I should be proud?” you growl. “You forced this on me.”

“And you survived. Not many can say the same. You’ve come out stronger.” His hand trails through your feathers again. This time, you fight off the tingles.

“I’ve come out of this wanting to kill you even more,” you say, tucking the wing behind you so it’s out of his reach.

If he heard you, it doesn’t show. Or maybe he refuses to acknowledge what he doesn’t want to hear. Either way, he doesn't respond. Instead, his gaze falls to your lips and he carefully cups your chin between his fingers. His face inches closer and closer, but before his lips can meet yours, you plant your hands firmly on his chest and shove hard.

Jake stumbles back with a chuckle. “Definitely stronger.”

“I’m not going to let you kiss me,” you snap.

“Not today, it would seem.”

“Not ever again!”

Though you’re seething with hatred, those words taste sour on your tongue, each one more so than the last. They feel wrong, like some part of your mind is disappointed in you for speaking them, for denying his kiss and pushing him away, but you tamp it down. You’re just overwhelmed as your brain struggles to adjust to the situation. That explains it.

“You will come around, Angel,” he says, crossing his arms. “You and I have eternity. One day you will wake up and realize that I am all you have. I will be all that you want, and this memory of pain will be long lost. All you will know is me and my touch and our world. We will be happy, I promise.”

As he speaks his eyes hold a delicate sincerity that you wish wasn’t there. You wish the green of them wasn’t so powerfully conveying his feelings.

You shake your head. “You’re a monster.”

Jake calmly steps back into your space, catching you off guard as he looms over you. You keep his stare, even with your back pressed into the wall, wings spread against the stone.

“You may breathe your sweet words all you like, Angel. It changes nothing,” he says, running a knuckle down your cheek. “If I am a monster, I am your monster, and I am not going anywhere.” His lips peel back in a smile. “Luckily for me, neither are you.”

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mitskicain · 6 months ago

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. ⁺ . ✦ the doghouse — ken sato x reader

synopsis: with things getting complicated, you and ken have a talk about the future of your relationship

content warning: mentions of sex, profanity and cursing

word count: 1.2k

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005: showing teeth

Sweaty, tangled mess of bodies. Deja vu. The two of you lay side by side, sprawled on your bed, comforter kicked off—it was too hot to touch. The ceiling fan spun circles above the two of you, with little fruition. Nothing was going to beat the summer heat.

“I read your little notebook,” Ken says, breaking the silence. “It’s some pretty heavy stuff.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s just me. I’ve always found I wrote best when I was at my worst.”

“The tortured poets thing is true?”

You laugh.

“Maybe, I mean, I guess it just inspires me, y’know?”

He nods his head.

“I don’t think it’s true though, what you said in there,” he props himself up on his elbows, looking at you, his gray irises shining in the moonlight that seeped in through your window. “About being unfixable.”

You give him a sympathetic look.

“Thanks, but I guess being unfixable isn’t what scares me the most,” you bite your lip and fidget with your fingers, picking at the skin, “it’s being alone, I think—because that would just prove I’m unlovable.”

Ken reaches for you and presses a kiss onto your shoulder. His touch feels tender, his lips like the paper-thin wings of a butterfly. You want to ask him to do it again. You rub the spot where he kissed you in little circles.

“I don’t think you’re unlovable.” He says, in a whisper—almost like a prayer. You feel sucked into his gaze—like his eyes were bottomless pools that you wanted to drown yourself in. You feel your breath hitch in your throat and the salty pang of chlorine hitting your nose.

“Don’t,” you whisper back, voice trembling slightly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you could love me.”

He frowns at your statement but knows better than to try to convince you otherwise. The ability to do so was something difficult to prove, and it would take years for you to ever convince yourself of something like that. Let alone coming from a stranger—someone who should’ve been a one-night-stand. So instead of saying anything he wraps his arms around you combs his fingers through your hair, your cheek resting on the nape of his neck.

When morning came, you had to tear him away from yourself, remind him that he needed to go to practice.

“They won’t miss me there, but I’ll miss you,” he says, trying to get another kiss. You laugh. You parted out by your door, kissing each other goodbye (again) and promising to see each other whenever your schedules allowed. You told him where he could find you and he promised to come visit soon, next time with only one kind of takeout and something for the dogs.

The two of you saw each other frequently throughout the next couple of months. Like clockwork, he came over every Wednesday and Sunday night—arms open and wide smile, barely having taken off his shoes in your hallway before rushing over to pepper you with kisses. You would binge TV shows together, scarf down food, walk the dogs, and make wild, passionate sex whenever allowed. The noise complaints from neighbors came back, but it didn’t bother you one bit. You were finally happy, having felt that deep bout of loneliness begin to shrink in size. You went back to writing too—having the mental energy to finally do it and write about things that weren’t as depressing. Sometimes you’d read them to him over dinner, or while you were on top of him.

“You’re gorgeous,” Ken says, cupping your cheek while you fucked yourself onto him. “My gorgeous girl.”

His girl. God. It was like he knew all the right to say, knew exactly where to touch you so that you were a shivering mess underneath him. You would never tell him but you caught yourself hopeful for the future, wondering whether or not you would still be with him in five years time. One night, Ken walks in on you getting ready in front of your vanity, all dolled up—hair curled, makeup done and all that.

“Woah,” he says, leaning on your bed frame, mouth open in awe. “Putting on a show for me?”

“No,” you smile at him, “I thought we could go out for dinner. I haven’t been outside except for work and errands in a while.”

You walked over to him and traced your fingers up his arm, smoothing over the creases on his shirt. “Could be fun.”

A flash of panic across his face.

Huh?

“Uhm,” he says, scratching the back of his head and tearing his gaze away from you. “I don’t know.”

This was new. Ken had never been the type to say ��I don’t know’. He was always sure of what he wanted, what he took—this was something entirely new. What was this? The sudden doubt? The nervousness?

You arched an eyebrow, suspicious over his reaction. He sees this and again, that same flash of panic.

“What?” You ask, your voice stern, borderline annoyed. “Spit it out.”

“No, I’m just,” he trails off, “not in the mood. Let’s just stay in. Please?”

You cross your arms, and huff out. Begging wasn’t going to get him anywhere this time. “No, something’s up. You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No, I-”

“Look, we could go about this all night, or you could come clean.”

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“We can’t go out,” he says, exhaustion and worry evident in his eyes. “It’s bad for me.”

You feel your heart drop.

“Bad for you?”

“The paparazzi, the press,” he says with a pained look on his face, “they’d tear me to shreds.”

“So like, what? You knew this from the beginning and you were never going to tell me?”

He looks away.

“Ken,” you say, almost pleading, “were you just leading me on?”

No response from him.

“God that’s,” you’re in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes. “That’s cruel. That’s so cruel of you.”

He stares at the ground and says nothing. You sit at your vanity table and slowly begin taking off your accessories, getting un-ready due to the night being ruined. During this almost ritualistic act, a symbol for something ending—a date night, a relationship—you hated what you found yourself thinking about. It was that you would’ve been okay with having to put your career on hold if it meant being with him, you could stand to be his secret, but you couldn’t stand the fact that he knew was going to hurt you and did nothing to warn you about it.

This is why I don’t do one night stands, you thought to yourself, reminiscing about slipping way from his house at dawn and how it should’ve stayed that way. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him when he showed up at your place, you should’ve slammed the door in his face, cussed him out, let Lassie and Strauber at him, tear him to bits and pieces. But you didn’t, and now you’re here.

You look behind your shoulder, Ken sat on the floor looking humiliated and dejected. A part of you ached at the sight, wanted to walk over and comfort him, but he didn’t deserve that. Not after what he did. Why would you comfort the person who caused you so much hurt?

“You should go,” you say, hoping he would put up a fight to stay—show he cared.

“Yeah, I should,” he says, getting up.

Fuck.

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author’s note: it is with a heavy heart that I’ll announce that the doghouse will be my last kenji fic in a while :”) I’m forever grateful for all the love and support that my kenji fics have gotten. It truly astounds me as to how welcoming the tumblr community has been with me and I am so happy I have gotten to be a part of this :D will this be my last kenji fic? No. I’ve got a few drafts cooking up :) but I will be focusing on other fandoms, namely haikyuu. All in all, I’d like to thank everyone again who liked my works and support me throughout, I’m forever grateful. I’ll see you guys in the epilogue !! <3

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urgonnaneedabiggership · 2 years ago

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Could you make a fic where Miguel gets the female reader pregnant and they're happy but he's worried about her safety? Maybe have a villain find out? Cause some angst?

Risk Something (You're Losing Me)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language. Spoilers (Miguel's backstory is mentioned). Angst! Alert!, Unplanned pregnancy!Alert.

Word count: 4.3K

A/N: Since I had already established some background and emotional intimacy, I thought I could write this as a sort-of-sequel to my previous one-shot Host of a Ghost. I was so excited to write this, especially because I don't usually write angst but I like to push my boundaries and leave my confort zone. Hope that it pays off and, of course dear anon, that you like it <3

Part III

You’d never really believed in long-distance relationships. After being witness to so many unsuccessful ones, you’d cataloged the entire concept into a box labeled “certain failure” and tucked it away in the back of your head. And yet, with an inconsistency worthy of your friend Hobie, you’d gone and gotten yourself involved in no less than an interdimensional relationship.

How? Well, that was a good question.

All it took was five simple steps:

Step one: Live a regular life. Go to school, graduate, and try to go for a Ph.D. that gets you working near genetically modified insects for just the right amount of time for you to become careless enough to let one crawl onto your backpack, take it to your apartment, and let it sting you. Throw in some negligence, forfeit going to the hospital, and go on about your afternoon. Warning, some side effects like loss of consciousness or intense headaches can be expected.

Step two: Congratulations! You’ve now become a super-powered person with abilities that range from climbing walls and performing gravity-challenging parkour to creating a sticky web-like element that helped you swing from one building to another. Toy around with your new talents, and grow comfortable with them before realizing that you can actually use them to be the much-needed help your city needs.

Step three: Turns out you’re not the only one with this kind of ability out there. There’s a whole Spider-Society full of similarly enhanced people who try and do their best to keep their own dimensions safe, and you’ve not only caught their eye but have actually been invited to join them. Let your new guide Jess Drews show you around, and explain all the benefits that come from joining a team such as theirs. If you decline, you can go back home and that’ll be all.

If you’re interested, it’ll be necessary to convince the leader but they could use some extra help so it shouldn’t be particularly hard. It sounds like an amazing chance. Information you wouldn’t have access to otherwise, mind-blowing facilities where you can polish your newly acquired abilities, possible new friends that actually know what you’re going through…Say you’ll think about it. Right as you’re about to leave, the most fucking gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your entire life walks past without paying either of you any mind, busy while speaking to another Spider-Person. You ask who that is, turns out he’s the aforementioned leader, “will I ever have to work with him?”, you ask. “Probably, eventually” Replies Jess. Ask when you can start.

Step four: Do your best to earn your place in this elite group. Successfully improve your fighting skills, read everything available on interdimensional traveling and the multiverse. Understand it almost instantly because that’s how smart you are, kudos to you. Realize that for some reason, despite never actually interacting with you, Spider-Society leader Miguel O’Hara tends to stare. A lot. Is it because you’re progressing as fast as Jessica says or because she’s a complete liar and you’re actually doing it all wrong? No idea. All you know is that even during mundane scenarios like laughing in the hall with all the newest additions to the team or in line at the cafeteria, you feel a certain tingle in the back of your head that makes you turn around. Of course, the moment your eyes meet, he turns around and leaves. An odd one, yes. But you’ve also heard things. Rumors, here and there about his life before creating the Society. Whispers about a lost family and some video archives being the only evidence that they even existed in the first place. And, of course, the fault he had in the destruction of their dimension. You sympathize with him, despite his apathetic attitude towards you. You’ve seen him interact with those he’s closer to, and you know there’s more to him than he lets on. You’d be elated if he ever let you take just one look at the smidge of his old self that sometimes peeked out from behind the iron curtain. Well, not really. One look wouldn’t be enough. If anything, it would only cement your feelings for the man.

Step five: Curiosity killed the cat. We all know that. You know that. And yet, you decided to go snooping around Miguel O’Hara’s computer and personal files until you accidentally switch his computer on for long enough to let the videos he’s always watching start playing. He…his daughter…an entire lost life gone before his eyes. Then, before you could do the right thing and turn the computer off, an eerily familiar voice called at him from behind the camera. So, of course, you had to keep watching. Long story short? All those oddly constant stares, that coldness towards you, unwillingness to look you in the eye, was because of two reasons: first, you were a nearly identical interdimensional variant of the wife he’d lost in the dimension he unwittingly erased from existence. Two, as he’d confessed after realizing you’d found out about the truth, Miguel had come to terms with the fact that he was in love with you, not as a replacement for somebody from his past but as a new presence in his life that he’d been struggling to watch from afar, unwilling to let all his repressed feelings spill out like water from a broken dam. Until that night, of course.

Now, eight months later, you’d come to realize there was actually a sixth step you’d never actually considered until now that you were in this…situationship.

Step six: Uncomfortably avoid every and all circumstances in which interdimensional disparities and canon consistency regarding your relationship could come up. Don’t say anything like “Well, it’s been nice but I’ve got to go back to my own dimension” because that would remind him that his dimension was not yours too. That you were after all still a stranger in a strange land. Which of course also meant never inviting him to stay in your dimension.

Deep inside, you knew that all those details would eventually cause problems, especially regarding the inner conflict Miguel was always dealing with knowing what he was doing…what you were both doing, went against his strongest principle. But by God he was happy. Happier than he’d thought he could ever feel again. More than he deserved. So he just ignored those intrusive thoughts and focused on whatever task was at hand. And you were too. Even after just eight months, life without him already seemed unimaginable. He was your first thought in the morning and your last before you went to sleep, and more than once his presence beside you had been not just a figment of your imagination, but a part of your reality as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer whenever you strayed too far from him in bed as he groggily whispered, “¿Y a dónde crees que vas, preciosa?”, Or when he buried his nose in the crook of your neck, lining it up with soft kisses that sometimes ended up in both of you being late for your assigned tasks. With so much on the line, you were more than happy to avoid those spiky subjects. It seemed like such a small price to pay with all you were getting in return.

You weren’t sure of where all this was going, but none of that mattered. Right now, you were together. Inside the Spider-Society you were a great team and each one was a valuable asset. Outside, every second spent in your arms was enough to make him forget Spider-Man. To you, he was Miguel and nothing more. And that was all you needed.

Life was good. You were happy with the way things were. Until, as it usually happens, a necessary disruption came quite literally crashing into your life in the shape of a fifteen-year-old that carelessly swung around a corner and crashed into you after you’d been chasing him like the rest of the Spider-People after receiving Miguel’s message.

“Miles?” You asked, recalling his name, which you’d actually been hearing for quite some time since the circumstances of his existence started being a problem for your boyfriend. The boy didn’t answer. He just looked at you, his eyes filled with confusion and fear until you hesitantly took a step aside to leave the escape route open for him. If anything he looked even more baffled, but when the noise of his pursuers reached your ears he rushed down the hall and you lost him after he took a sharp turn.

Before you could be spotted, you ran in the opposite direction and hid around a corner as you tried to call Miguel on your watch. Of course, it was in vain. Well, Plan B. Fortunately, this time you did get a reply.

“(Y/N)?”

“Peter! Yes, it’s me! Where are you?”

“Where do you think? I’m going after him like everybody else. I need to get to him before…sweetie, please just get back in there, Daddy’s on the phone right now…I need to get to him before- “

“He’s already left the headquarters,” You informed him.

“Wait, you saw him?”

“About a minute ago. He was on his way to the North exit.”

“(Y/N), are you sure you should be a part of this chase right now?”

“Why not? Jessica is there, isn’t she?” You replied, smiling to yourself. Good old Peter B., looking out for you like some sort of self-appointed brother figure.

“Well yeah, but she’s not running, kid. Although I don’t think she should be on one of those death machines either, I don’t what she’s…”

While he kept on rambling for a bit, you looked around and wondered if you’d ever seen the building this empty.

Empty.

Your eyes slowly ran along the pearly white walls until they landed on the hallway that led to the room where the Go Home Machine was kept. Practically unchecked, if Spider-Byte had joined the pursuit.

“P.B., I’ll talk to you later,” You absent-mindedly replied, hanging up on him without waiting for an answer as you dashed down the hallway.

You kept thinking about that poor kid’s eyes. After having all that information unloaded onto him, instead being given enough time to somewhat process everything he now had to escape from the very people he was supposed to feel safe amongst. When he sat on the floor right in front of you right after the crash, he was sure you would immediately hand him over. Maybe a few months ago you would’ve done it without hesitation but now…things had changed.

There it was. The Go-Home Machine. You thought you saw a purple blast inside that let you know Byte was still there. However, if your theory was correct, Miles would have to go through that hall and therefore, you. A few minutes later, a sudden voice booming from your watch startled you.

“(Y/N)!”

“Miguel? Where are you? I’ve been trying to…”

“(Y/N), listen to me! Miles lured everybody out on purpose, he’s trying to get to the machine. I can see your location back at the headquarters and he should be coming your way in less than a minute!”

“Alright. I’ll handle it.” You replied, ending the call before he could ask you to elaborate on that.

Sure enough, light footsteps came in your direction shortly after. Right as Miles entered your field of view, an alert issued by your watch made your stomach drop and a dreadful feeling fill your chest. However, you’d made up your mind. There was no going back now.

Mile spotted you at the end of the hall and stopped in his tracks. His eyes were determined, not as afraid as a few moments earlier. If he was there that meant he’d somehow gotten past Miguel. You fought back a smile when you wondered how pissed he’d be about it. Having his ass kicked by a teenager was something that, maybe under different circumstances, you could tease him about.

“He’s a delight, isn’t he?” You finally spoke, trying to somewhat lighten the mood while taking a step toward the kid. However, he got in a defensive stance, furrowing his eyebrows in distrust.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.” You assured, showing him both your hands, “Miles, listen very carefully. This is exactly what Miguel was talking about a while ago. At this very moment. Right now, I’m supposed to stop you from getting to that machine and handing you over,”

Of course, he took another step back.

“Miles I’m not going to do that,” You assured him.

“Why not?” He immediately asked, constantly looking behind him, wondering if this was just you trying to stall him like, unbeknownst to you, he thought Peter had tried to do a while ago.

“Because I’m sure there’s a better way to go about all this. I love him so much, I do, but he’s so afraid that I don’t think he’s willing to see other possibilities and by the time he does, it might be too late for you. Now go before anybody else gets here.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Miles darted past you as soon as you finished talking, taking a second to look back before reaching the dimly lit room where his ticket home was. His eyes scanned your face and darted down for one second before he looked up at you, a new worry in his eyes that had you wondering whether his spider-sense was strong enough to perceive something you’d just found out yourself.

“Are you going to be okay?” Miles asked, his eyes looking down for a moment once again. Did he know? Did he mean “you” as in just you or as in…?

“Yes, don’t worry. Now get out of here.” You insisted. With one last hasty “thanks”, he ran into the room as your left in the opposite direction. You weren’t worried about Spider-Byte. She was a good kid, and she’d do the right thing.

The right thing. What did that even mean anymore?

You’d deal with the moral implications later. For now, as you found yourself on the other side of the headquarters, your mind was set on finding Miguel. Maybe you could try and talk some sense into him, make him reconsider whether this was…

“What the hell was that?”

By now you’d gotten used to Miguel’s habit of sneaking up on you. Usually, hearing his voice coming out of nowhere brought a smile to your face. This time, you closed your eyes and winced as you felt his presence behind you.

“Don’t even try lying. I know that voice you used in the call. The one for when you’re about to ignore whatever order I’m about to give you, so I checked the cameras.”

“Miguel, I…” You began to explain yourself just to be harshly cut off.

“(Y/N), what were you thinking? Do you realize what you just did? Do you have the slightest idea of the consequences…?”

“I do realize that you just asked a fifteen-year-old child to stand by and let his father get killed right before calling his existence a mistake, Miguel. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking of our safety, and that includes Miles’. You’re right, he’s a kid and that means he’s selfish and immature enough to endanger everything we’ve all been risking our lives to protect for years.”

“Miguel, listen to me,” You insisted, “You’re scared. I know. I am, too, but have you ever considered that maybe there’s another solution? Do we even know for sure that allowing the kid to go and try to save his father is going to cause any real damage?”

“What if it does? Are you just going to tell me “Sorry, Miguel, you were right” and that’s all? (Y/N), Dios mío, piensa. Gwen said the same thing but we couldn’t trust her with being objective because he’s her friend,”

“Wait, what do you mean couldn’t?” You asked. Miguel clenched his jaw and turned away, unable or unwilling to look at you.

“Miguel, please tell me you didn’t send her back. Not with how she left things back there,”

His absolute silence told you everything. Shaken, you took a step back.

“What is wrong with you?” You hissed the disappointed look in your eyes hurting like a sharp dagger to his chest.

“(Y/N), mi amor, I’m just trying to…”

“You’re such a hypocrite,” You angrily spat out, “You go around preaching about how important sticking to your stupid canon is and the delicate balance of the multiverse when you know damn well that what we’re doing goes against every single one of those things,”

“No, no, that’s very different,” Miguel disputed,

“How is it different?” You argued back, boldly moving closer to him wishing you were taller so you could face him, “I’m from another dimension, there is no way that we were supposed to meet from the beginning. You had your world, this world, and when you tried to live another life in a different one, an entire dimension was destroyed. I had my world, and for all I know maybe there was somebody there that I was supposed to meet but thankfully I ended up here first so I could meet you. But you know what? My universe is fine, yours is too and I swear I had never been happier in my entire life.”

“You’re right.” He muttered in deep thought.

“Yes, I am. And maybe…” You started to say, a relieved smile tugging at the edges of your mouth until he looked up and the expression in his eyes made your throat dry up.

“We’ve been messing with fire all this time. There is probably somebody you can be with without endangering your entire dimension. And this…this is the hand I was dealt and I should just accept it and live with it. You’re right. Maybe this was all a mistake from the beginning.”

“No. No, come on, you don’t mean that.” You shook your head in denial, lifting both your hands to cup his face in your hands, to bring him close like he had done the night you finally could let all the love you felt for him escape its confinement in your chest.

Miguel grabbed your hands before you could touch him and moved away from you before releasing them as he finally built up the courage to look you in the eye.

“Are you serious?” You asked, your voice quivering with anger as you felt tears begin to dwell in your eyes, “So that’s it? You’d rather sacrifice us than find a different way to solve this?”

“Well, what did you think was going to happen, (Y/N)? That this would go on forever and we’d keep pretending everything is fine and that you don’t have to wear a fucking machine on your wrist every time you come to see me because even the cells in your body know you were never supposed to be here?”

“Oh, right, so you expect me to believe that you always knew this was going to be temporary? Then what was this? Something to take the edge off after a rough day until you decided it was time to stop fooling around and just be done with it?”

Deep inside, you knew what his response was going to be, but every inch of your heart silently pleaded for you to be wrong. To pull you into his arms and apologize for trying to send you away and promise that you’d get through this because you loved each other and that was all that mattered.

“I don’t know why you thought it was anything else,”

For a minute, you wondered if this was all actually happening. Maybe this was all a nightmare fueled by all the training simulations you’d gone over lately, and you’d wake up crying just to find Miguel asleep next to you, his wide back slowly rising and sinking with every calm breath he took. Your crying would wake him up and he’d furrow his eyebrows and ask what had happened.

“I had a nightmare, that’s all,” You’d say, wiping your tears off and trying to downplay it. But he knew better. He always knew better. He would pull you close and bury your head in his chest, placing a kiss on top of your head while warning you that he was the only one allowed to have nightmares because otherwise he’d have to start comforting you too and neither would get a full night of rest. And you would laugh softly as you drifted off, lulled by the warmth of his chest and his smell of sage lotion and cheap fabric softener.

But no. You were very much awake, and instead of comforting you with promises and reassurances, he was walking away from you after delivering the final blow to your heart.

Since he had his back turned to you, you felt free to let the repressed tears freely fall down your face as you helplessly watch him go until he disappeared around a corner. All of a sudden, you felt as if the walls of the headquarters had begun to close around you to asphyxiate you, and the sound of the returning Spider-People made you realize you didn’t want to be there for one more second.

Thanks to your watch, you were back “home” in a few seconds.

“Home”. Your empty apartment where you’d lived alone for years. Where he’d never set foot, and at least in that way it was free of his memory. Or so you thought until you looked over your shoulder at the ajar bathroom door. Inside, atop the porcelain sink, still rested the positive pregnancy test you’d left there before having to rush over to the headquarters to help with the latest anomaly.

That memory felt so distant now. As if it had happened years ago, in a different life. You suppose in a way, it did belong to another life. A life that was over now.

Numbly, you made your way toward the ragged sofa, collapsing on top of it as soon as you were close enough. It was only then that the full weight of the last day and a half sank in and, as you gently wrapped your arms around your stomach, you let the tears fall until your throat burned, the dusty cushions muffling your broken sobs.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard correctly, you did what?”

The seriousness of the situation was enough for Peter to fasten a small strap in Mayday’s baby carrier to make sure she won’t go anywhere for a few minutes as he waited for his friend’s platform to reach ground level. He couldn’t be chasing his toddler around and ripping Miguel a new one at the same time.

“I did what I had to do. It’s for her own good,”

“Right, because you’re such an arrogant…” He paused to carefully place his hands over Mayday’s tiny ears, “…such an arrogant dick that you think you know what’s best for everyone, including a fully grown, intelligent, woman like (Y/N)”

“Shit, Parker, do you think it was easy for me?” Miguel uttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before resting his face against the palm of his hand, “What I said about this being the hand I was dealt…I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with that. Hell, I don’t even know how I’m going to keep myself from showing up at her dimension to try and get her back here the first chance I get.”

“And why would you have to keep yourself from doing that?” Peter asked patiently. It sounded like a better alternative to “Miguel, I love you man but I swear you’ve got the emotional availability of a tree stump. Beats me how (Y/N) was able to get you to admit your feelings without prying your chest open with a jigsaw to see your pounding heart for herself.”

“She was right. We were never supposed to meet in the first place. Not like this. It’s not…”

“Miguel, I swear if I hear the word ‘canon�� even once in this conversation I’m going to drive my head through a wall,”

“Just because you don’t take anything seriously doesn’t mean everybody’s the same,” Miguel hissed back.

“That’s where you’re wrong. Last time I didn’t take something seriously, I ended up just like you will unless you get your priorities sorted out. Alone, and regretting not focusing on what was important,”

“This is important,” Miguel stubbornly argued.

“More important than what you had? Look at yourself. Just forty-eight hours ago you were as happy with (Y/N) as you’d been for the past eight months. And as happy as I’ve been with Mayday and my wife who, by the way, wouldn’t even be with me if it wasn’t for that kid you just called a mistake. And do you see my dimension going up in flames? Or yours? Or hers?”

Unable to find an argument against that, Miguel remained silent, his eyes fixed on an empty spot on the wall in front of him.

“Listen, I know you’re afraid. You don’t want her to get hurt, but if you love her as much as you claim to, then you’re taking the choice of a coward right now. And you can’t afford to be one, especially now.”

“Especially now?” Miguel inquired, turning to look at his friend who, much to his surprise, pressed his lips together as if he’d made a mistake and instead focused on getting Mayday’s hair out of her face.

“My point is; I know you well enough to know you worship that woman. And she thinks you’re pretty decent too. And I can tell you from experience that you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life if you let this come between you.”

Not knowing what else to add, Peter gently patted Miguel’s shoulder before leaving the room, hoping he’d given him enough to think about. Hopefully, enough to make him change his mind.

Meanwhile, Miguel hadn’t moved since Peter left the room, mulling his words over.

Two, particularly, had stuck with him for some reason.

Especially now.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fic #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv #angst #female reader #reader insert

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theother-victoria · 8 months ago

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now I’m thinking about going to see aventurine perform at a concert thanks to that animated short…

TAGS: nothing but cuteness, use of his real name, not proofread this is pure word vomit, just a little something between studying for finals, can you tell I love writing him as an affectionate loser, 1.3k wc

When Aventurine told you that he’d be performing at the upcoming Robin concert as the lead guitarist, you were pleasantly surprised, to put it shortly. He’s a man of many talents, but how he managed to secure a spot alongside the famous singer is beyond you.

You don’t even have to ask if you could go. As soon as you’re about to pop the question, he presses something into your hand- tickets to the best seats in the venue and a highly coveted VIP backstage pass that you know people will be fighting to get their hands on.

In the weeks leading up to the performance, he’s busy practicing. When he’s home, the sounds of him making his way through a difficult passage can be heard, along with the soft meows of your cat critter pets as they gather around him curiously. You’re the one to massage his cramping hands after hours of practice and kiss his weary fingertips that are starting to callus.

(“It’s sounding really good so far. You should take a break now,” you say as you set down some snacks and tea besides him. He shoots you a thankful smile but makes no move to stop practicing.

“No, it has to be perfect. After all, you’re going to be there. I can’t have my darling seeing me at anything less than my best, can I?”)

When the day of the performance comes and you arrive at the venue with a bouquet of flowers in hand, he’s already waiting and greets you with a big kiss on the lips and a grin on his face.

“Darling, you’re here! And so early at that. Are these for me? Aw, you shouldn’t have!”

He’s quick to lead you backstage into the dressing rooms, where you see all the performers getting ready. The star of tonight’s show, Robin, is sitting at her vanity doing her makeup, gorgeous as ever. But in addition to her, you also spot a couple of other faces. A Knight of Beauty, the retainer of the Xianzhou Luofu’s general, and a… Stellaron Hunter?

(From the back of your mind, you recall something about Aventurine telling you that it wasn’t just Robin performing; it was a collaboration with talented people from all over the galaxy. What a colorful cast of performers tonight… seems like that was true.)

It doesn’t take much convincing from him for you to help him with his makeup. You pull a chair up next to him as you begin doing his eyeliner.

“I know I can always count on you, darling.”

The look on his face is smug and you scowl.

“Stay still otherwise your eyeliner is going to end up all wobbly.”

Your face is illuminated by the led lights on the mirror and your brows are scrunched in concentration. He chuckles a bit before stealing a kiss from your lips, laughing when you sharply gasp. It’s a cute look on you, he thinks. But he likes seeing you flustered more.

One of the stage crew members lets everyone know the show is about to begin. The other performers speed through the last of their makeup or warm-ups before leaving, until it’s just the two of you in the empty room.

With the start of the performance mere minutes away, stage fright is getting to Aventurine, even if he tries to brush it off. He adjusts his hat every few seconds and keeps fiddling with his guitar pick in place of his usual poker chip.

“Nervous?”

“Hah, me? Never,” he confidently declares, but you don’t miss the nervous quiver in his voice. You merely roll your eyes and sigh before stepping closer to him. One hand reaches out to fix his tie while the other reaches behind his back to grasp his left hand clenched into a tight fist. Your thumb traces soothing circles over the skin. The tension dissipates from his hand as he slowly unclenches his fist and lets it fall back to his side.

“You’ll do amazing,” you say as you redo his tie. “You’ve been practicing so much you could play everything in your sleep at this point. And if you get nervous, know that I’m there in the audience. Just keep your eyes on me and it’ll all be fine.”

You tug at his tie one last time.

“All done now. Look at you, so handsome.”

“For your eyes only,” he teases back with a wink.

You pat down his suit jacket and adjust his hat one last time.

“Go and steal the show now, Kakavasha.”

He gives you a cheeky grin.

“No good luck kiss?”

“You don’t even need one considering you were blessed by a goddess. But come here.”

Yes, he demands a good luck kiss before the show begins. Yes, he also demands kisses during intermission where he sweeps you off your feet in an affectionate hug coupled with kisses all over your face.

“How was I back there?” he asks once he sets you down. He doesn’t seem to mind that others are watching with varying levels of amusement but he’s always been unapologetically shameless with his displays of affection.

“Perfect,” you say. “You sounded even better up on stage than at home.”

But it’s not over yet. He has a solo in one of the pieces during the second half of the concert, and it’s what he’s most worried about.

Aventurine’s eyes wander during the pieces leading up to his solo and he notices a perpetually yellow lightstick glowing in the VIP section near the stage. Robin is performing right now, meaning that almost all of the lightsticks are glowing white.

He smiles to himself. You really are too supportive of him.

Robin stops singing and now it’s his time to shine. The spotlight hones in on him and follows him down the stage to the screams of fans. The lightsticks quickly switch from white to yellow, but his eyes are on one person only.

You scream his name followed by an enthusiastic “I love you!” so loudly that you think you’ve made the people next to you go deaf. His gaze meets yours under the blinding lights and the way he looks at you- you think you’ve fallen in love all over again.

Like you told him to, he keeps his eyes on you. His breathing slows down and his trembling fingers gripping the fingerboard stop shaking. He readjusts his stance and without any further hesitation, dives into his solo.

Many in the audience vye for his attention, smitten by his good looks. They reach for him as he passes by, but his attention is on one person only. Your gaze grounds him, keeps the stage fright at bay, and encourages him to keep going, if only to fulfill his wish of you seeing him at nothing less than his very best.

His solo is flawless. Perfect. As the last note reverberates through the air to the cheers of adoring fans, his eyes seek you out once more. His heart pounds in his chest, riding off the high of a successful performance- and your loving gaze.

You watch as Aventurine spins around in place, seeking you out. When his eyes meet yours, you wave your lightstick excitedly and blow him kisses. You see the adrenaline rush written clearly all over his face, but also the joy in his eyes after seeing your pride in him. He pretends to catch the kisses you blow his way before blowing a few back. Your entire section erupts in chaos, but you alone stay put, gazing up at him with a tender and proud look that he always feels like he never deserves.

But tonight, he feels like he does.

Aventurine is a born actor, able to fool everyone and himself. But in a crowd of many, he’ll always bare his heart for you.

#—stellaronhvnters.#hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #aventurine #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr fluff #hsr fanfic #hsr imagines #victoria.writes

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bri-licious08 · 5 months ago

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The Dare

⊹ ࣪ ˖Bakugou x Reader⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖A fic heavily inspired by the movie 'After' ⊹ ࣪ ˖

⊹ ࣪ ˖College AU, Aged up characters⊹ ࣪ ˖

CW: mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, heavy cussing language, and angst

Happy Reading!! \^>^/

You never could’ve imagined yourself in this position. In a happy relationship of going on a year with the infamous Katsuki Bakugou. Surprisingly it wasn’t all that rocky, of course, there was some head-butting and some arguments here and there, but other than that it’s a pretty healthy relationship. If one of you was in the wrong you’d apologize and make it up with gifts and words of positive affirmations and regret of your words and actions, the same goes with the other. Loving Katsuki was hard, yes.

He shows his love through actions and not words, it was something you hadn’t wanted in a relationship but settled for because Katsuki’s way of showing his love was unique and hypnotizing. It gave you butterflies whenever he’d randomly take you on a romantic picnic or to the beach, to the ice cream shop a few blocks down from the campus, or to a quick lunch date with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

He spoiled you like crazy even though you loved the gifts, receiving so many made you feel guilty, almost like a gold digger, but of course, he convinced you otherwise. That he did it because that’s his way of showing how he cares for you. And of course, he did, if he didn’t why would he waste so many months with you? 11 months and 2 weeks to be exact. So he had to love you, right? Yes, of course. There was no doubt in your mind that he didn’t. Until the day of Mina’s birthday party that not only ruined her special day but ruined your heart…

* * *

Awaking from your slumber by your handsome boyfriend peppering your face with kisses, you let out an airy giggle. Half awake and half asleep you shove his face away from you, but him being the brute he is, leans away from your hand only to climb on top of you and smother you more, peppering kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders. You groaned as you turned your body to look at him the best you could, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you made eye contact with those gorgeous ruby eyes.

He smiled slightly as he brought his face closer to you, rubbing his nose against yours as his eyes closed, humming contently as you reciprocated his actions, your arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders loosely. When you opened your eyes you looked into those red rubies once again, as he slowly leaned in for a soft and sweet kiss. You both hummed contently before you quickly backed away from him, pretending to gag.

“What? Did I bite you?” He asked puzzled.

“Nope, just your morning breath almost made me puke” You snickered behind your hands covering your mouth.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes as his mouth thinned into a scowl. Quickly he grabbed a pillow and hit you with it, chuckling in revenge. You giggled as you slapped his arm and he laughed. You pulled him close to you as your foreheads touched. Your eyes locked onto his and vice versa.

“I love you,”

“Yeah?

“Yeah,” You smiled at him as he nuzzled your cheek with his before returning back to laying his forehead against yours.

“I do too, a lot ya hear.”

You giggled before responding, “Yeah, I hear. Nothing in this world can make me stop loving you.”

“Yeah? Nothing?”

“Nothing,” You smiled lovingly before leaning up slightly to kiss him sweetly and lovingly.

"Soo does that put me at the top of your "What I love most' list?"

"I wouldn't go that far-"

"You ass!" You playfully hit him with the closest pillow you could find.

"Ah! I was kidding, god damn," He chuckled.

"So?"

"So??"

"Ugh, so what is it that you love most in this world?"

"Hmm, dunno,"He responded as he got off of you and plopped down besides you.

"You don't know?!"

"Nope, but what I do know is that if you don't get your sweet, beautiful ass out of bed we'll be late for our lectures," Katuski said as he scooped you up into a cuddle causing you to giggle.

The rest of the morning led to a morning of passionate and sweet sex. After that, you both got ready for your morning lectures.

“Hurry up princess or I’m leaving your fine ass!” He shouted from outside your bathroom door.

“I’m sorry but you just happened to make our oatmeal with milk and you know I’m lactose Katsuki!” (If you’re not lactose then ignore this and change it with something else idc)

“It’s not my fault you keep buying non-lactose-intolerant milk!” He argued.

“Oh yeah? Well, It’s not my fault you keep giving me shit for not having the right milk you like!”

“Well, no one said you had-JUST GET YOUR ASS OUT! We’re going to be late!”

“Okay!”

After a short while later you both ended up parked in the campus’s parking lot. Exiting Bakugo’s Black Chevy Camaro, you both were greeted by his friends who later on became your friends. You all walked into the campus and were greeted by your friends consisting of Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Ochako Ururaka, Tsuyu Asui, and yourself. Bakugou’s friends consisted of Mina Ashido, Kirishima Eijiro, Kyoka Jirou, Denki Kaminari, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, and an exchange student named Lila Fugioka.

You didn’t really like Lila much. Throughout the months of knowing her, you realized that a lot of her stories of her amazingly awesome life didn’t add up but everyone was just fascinated by her, so who were you to be the only hater in the club? When Katsuki and you started dating, your friend group sort of mixed up and brought new friends into the group from your individual lectures and such. Anyways, you walked with your boyfriend to your English lecture as your friends divided off, Mina and Kirishima following you both as you all have the same class, and the others went to their own classes with or without others.

“What do you think we’re doing today?” Mina asked.

“I don’t know but whatever it is, I hope it's easy. I stayed up till 1 in the morning doing my history essay. So not manly. I’m just glad it’s Friday.”

“Me too! Oh! Almost forgot! You bitches better be free tonight because yours truly is having her birthday party early!” Mina sang as she did a little happy dance walking into the lecture hall.

“What?! Since when? I thought your birthday party was this Saturday!” You asked.

“Well yes but my parents are throwing me a family birthday for my 21st and I heard they were getting me a new car! So of course I just have to go! So I moved my college party to today!”

“Well sucks for you, cuz I ain’t goin' nowhere.”

“Yes you are, it’s our friend's birthday and we’re going to celebrate with her Kats,” You said as you shook his arm that you were holding onto.

“Yeah, man! Wouldn’t be very manly of you to not show up to your friend's birthday party!” Kirishima said as he took a seat at a desk, the rest of you following as you and Mina sat between Kirishima and Bakugou.

The boys held their ladies’ backpacks along with their own and Bakugou set yours on the chair next to him and his on the floor. He knows that you’d like to keep it clean since he bought you an expensive one, the one you had had your eye on and he saw you like an Instagram post on it.

“I guess if the lady wants to go,” Bakugou grumbled annoyed as he slouched in his seat.

You noticed and then held his hand as you gave it a reassuring squeeze along with a kind smile that always seemed to take his breath away. He gave you a small smile before turning to look at the professor who announced their presence.

Throughout the day you couldn’t wait for your final lecture before you got to go to your apartment and get ready for Mina’s party. The second the bell rang you jumped out of your seat rushing out to your boyfriend's car. In all his hot glory he leaned against the passenger seat door while on his phone as he waited for you.

Of course, you noticed a small group of girls eyeing him while walking by him. You don’t blame them of course, not when he’s wearing a white tee, tan cargo pants, black vans, and his black leather jacket. His black Camaro just tops it off with ultimate hotness. Once you stopped oggling your boyfriend you rushed to him. Finally, he noticed you and he was quick to put his phone away as he opened his arms for you to rush into.

Once you got to him you hugged him tight and with the speed you walked, you spun him a bit, causing him to lift you off the ground and twirl you as you hugged him. He set you down but not without grabbing both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours. You happily reciprocated the kiss and when you both pulled away he opened the car door for you, took your backpack and closed the door after you got in. He then threw your backpack in the back seat along with his once he got in himself and drove you both to your apartment.

After arriving at your apartment he just dropped you off so he could go to his to change as well. Leaving you with a sweet kiss and telling you he’ll see you at the party since you were going to go with Ochako, your next-door neighbor, and took off.

After getting ready and putting on a cute but sexy dress with glossy heels and your outstanding makeup with your gorgeous jewelry, you knocked on Ochako’s door to let her know you were good to go, and luckily so was she. You both took her car since she doesn’t drink as much as you would and she offered to be the DD. (Designated driver)

Once you arrived at the Frat house Mina rented out from some jocks Kirishima knew, you could already hear the loud music. You and Ochako were early, having shown up at 5:30 to help Mina with decorations, you were surprised to see your other friends already there helping and dancing to the music. You all decorated until there was nothing left to decorate and soon the clock struck 7:00. A ton of people started to show up and the party began.

The night was going well. You danced with your friends, and boyfriend, played games, drank, ate, all was going great until she showed up. For some unknown reason, Lila always had it out for you and was always all up on Katsuki. She tried to joke and touch up on him any way she could. You were so bothered by it but he never showed too much interest in her actions, so you decided not to dwell on it, since he didn’t seem to care much about her. You didn’t want to start an argument for no reason.

So when she showed up and she was of course rubbing her ass on your boyfriend's crotch, you were fuming. Who wouldn’t be? She’s openly grinding on your man. When you were about to storm over Mina grabbed you drunkenly to dance with her and you did. After a few more minutes of dancing the crowd began to die down, having been 1 in the morning on a Friday it was surprising, but Mina ensured that she wanted the party over at Midnight because she wanted to hang out with just the friend group after the party.

Once the last few unwanted guests left, the real party began. You all were playing sexual games as body shots were the group's favorite. You drank two shots from between Mina’s boobs and everyone cheered for you as Mina grabbed you and hugged you tight, laughing hysterically. Denki took body shots from Todoroki which everyone was lowkey jealous of, and of course, Lila took body shots with your boyfriend.

After the body shot game was over a new game was called for. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle version. Some juicy secrets were spilled and spicy dares were called, which had Denki and Jirou, Mina and Kirishia, Todoroki, and Momo, and lastly, Izuku and Ochako hooking up in some room or bathroom of the frat house before they came back to the group. Finally, the bottle landed on you.

“Oh, it’s Y/n!” Mina shouted happily.

“So Y/n, I dare you to tell us how many times you and Bakugou have done it.” She said excitedly.

“Too easy Ash, too many to count. Come on guys, give me something hard to do.” You replied.

“I’m sure Kacchan has something HARD for you to do later Y/n,” Denki replied to your statement with a wink to you and a few eyebrow raises at both you and Katsuki.

“Shut up you knock off Pikachu looking ass! I’ll fucking kill you!” Bakugou replied.

“Oh my gosh, you guys she’s not kidding about too many times to count. I hear them go at it like almost every day, it’s almost like Bakugou just lives at Y/n’s place.” Ochako added in as she had one too many drinks, giggling to herself and she tumbled over into Midoriya’s chest, the said male wrapping his arms around her to hold the brunette in place.

“Oh really now? Do they both live together? Well isn’t that just sweet.” Lila added with an innocent but sly smile, you could see right through it. The fakeness in her tone. It caused an uneasiness within you.

“Well kind of, lately Katuski has been staying at my place a few times-” You replied but were cut off by Kirishima.

“Sometimes?! It’s like every day! He never comes to our apartment anymore, he’s always spending the night at (nickname)’s place and only comes to our apartment if he forgets something important, like today! When he needed to get dressed for Ashido’s party.”

“Aww, that’s so cute!” Momo gushed.

“So you guys are serious serious huh” Jirou asked, but more like confirmed.

“Well, they’ve only been together for what, a year now?” Tsuyuu added.

“No, not a year yet!” Ochako argued.

“It’s about to be a year right (nickname)?” Mina asked you.

“Yup! In two weeks, the big one year,” You replied happily as you smiled lovingly at Katsuki next to you, who smiled back at you.

“Well isn’t that just amazing! Time truly does fly by doesn’t it Katsuki? So fast that you forget some things, hmm?” Lila added with a coy smile.

“Y-Yeah, it flies by,” Katsuki replied with a stutter that surprised you a bit. You looked at Katsuki and back at Lila confused and a bit suspicious at her question.

What did she mean by that? Her question sort of sounded too personal, too targeted.

“ Yup! Just flies right by you almost forget how long it’s been, being with the one you love, and close to payday isn’t that right Katsuki?” Lila added again with the same coy smile as she tilted her head innocently.

You could see your boyfriend visibly gulp and his hands gripped his pants tightly. His behavior was odd, he usually never acts like this.

“Kats, something wrong love?” You asked softly, concern written on your facial features.

“Yeah Katsuki, is there something wrong? Maybe something you might want to say?” Lila continued, as she innocently tilted her head again.

“What? What is she talking about Katsu?” You asked puzzled and at this point, inwardly nervous.

“What’s going on?” Denki whispered.

“I don’t know” Sero responded as he took another shot.

“What is Lila talking about?” Momo whispered to Iida that always seems to know everyone's business to ensure everyone's safety.

“I have no clue as to what she could be referring to”.

“N-Nothing babe, I don’t know what that dumbass is on about again” Bakugou replied as he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, playing with the promise ring he had bought you months ago when he realized just how much he really loved you and now sat prettily on your ring finger.

“Don’t you think this thing has gotten a little too far Katsuki?” Lila said in a more stern tone.

“Stop calling me that, that’s not my name to you!”

“What thing Kats?” You asked the blonde as you looked at him but all he did was stare at the ground before him.

“Well Y/n, something is going on, but it’s not what you think” Lila stated as she looked you dead in the eye which sent shivers down your spine.

You were definitely getting nervous now. What was going on? What was happening? What is she talking about and what does your boyfriend have to do with it?

“Lila shut up!” Bakugou said sternly as he gave her a nasty scowl.

Lila only looked back at Katsuki at the sudden sternness he spoke to her with with wide eyes. Katsuki then scooted closer to you on the couch, holding onto your hand tighter than before as he made eye contact with you while he called your name to catch your attention away from Lila.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ll explain, I’ll explain everything I promise.”

“Remember truth or dare,” Lila said with more volume in her voice catching everyone’s attention.

“That one time we all hung out for Denki’s Birthday Bash, ya know, before you and sweet ol’ Katsuki were dating,” Lila said, her smile no longer visible on her face.

“Lila don’t!” Katsuki shook his head as he eyed the brunette carefully.

“Shit, I remember,” Denki whispered.

“Lila!” Sero stated sternly at the green-eyed brunette.

“Lila, that's enough!” Kirishima butted in.

“What, what happened?” Momo whispered as she asked the friend group.

“I don’t know what they’re talking about,” Ochako replied.

“Didn’t we leave Kaminari’s party early, during Truth or Dare?” Tsuyuu whispered as she asked the Deku squad.

Lila then pulled out her phone and showed Y/n her screen. A video had played and you could hear your voice that startled you as you began to watch it.

“I’m done playing this game,” You said as you were standing in front of Katsuki, tilting your head innocently at him as you turned around, grabbed your purse, and walked out, leaving Bakugou standing as some of the Deku squad seen leaving after you.

“Ooh, Katsuki Bakugou’s first rejection,” Lila was heard teasing as the boys of the Baku squad were heard chuckling.

“Ya really think I can’t fuckin’ make it happen?” Bakugou had said with a sly grin.

“Make what happen Bakugou?” Mina had asked somewhere out of view of the camera as it was solely on Bakugou.

“Here’s a dare, make her fall in love with me” Bakugou’s voice was heard saying. Katsuki had been nervously playing with your promise ring as his eyes shifted from you to the screen.

“And then, I’ll just,” Bakugou snapped his fingers as he spoke.

“End it,” He said with a smirk.

“Really? You wouldn’t dare, messing with that poor girl's feelings like that, so not manly Bakubro” Kirishima said.

“Wowww how bold Kacchan!” Mina added.

“Nah, he couldn’t do that to a sweet strawberry-like Y/n L/n”

“Without a price too? Just not like him” Sero snickered as he took another swig of whiskey.

“I got a price for you Kacchan. $100 dollars for every month that you’re in a relationship with her, be with her for a year, and you got yourself an easy 1,200 dollars, plus, I’ll finally agree to date you officially, no more secret screwing, how’s that sound?” Lila said behind the phone screen in the video.

“1,200 dollars and we officially date? Well, how can I say no to that?” Bakugou smirked as the video had come to an end.

Katsuki had continued fidgeting with your promise ring nervously as he dared not to look at you. His heart rate accelerating as he eyed you from his peripheral. The room grew quiet as all eyes were on the both of you before someone spoke up.

“It was all a game Strawberry,” Lila had said with a fake pout.

Your expression had been unreadable to Katsuki which scared the crap outta him. Your silence only scared him more and he gained enough courage to finally call out to you, his voice sounding scared yet desperate for you to do anything.

“Y/n.”

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the ground. You could feel ice running in your veins and a pit in your gut. Your heart was squeezing in your chest and suddenly it became difficult to breathe.

“Y/n, baby,” Bakugou called out again, more desperately.

With no answer or movement from you, he continued to call for you.

“Y/n, baby, please, you have to believe me.” You still don’t look at him, just the now blurry floor as you try to maintain your breathing.

“Baby, that was before everything, before I got to know you.” Bakugou spouted desperately as he tried to reach that pretty head of yours that he was surely spinning. You finally moved but not to look at Bakugou but Mina.

“Is that true?” You asked, voice small and breaking.

Minas’ shocked eyes grew wide then began to tear up as her bottom lip quivered. She tilted her head slightly as her expression grew pained as she opened her mouth to answer you but before she got a word out you looked away and to your other friends.

“You all knew?..” You asked the rest of the Baku-Squad as they either turned their gazes away from you or turned to look in another direction ashamed.

You scoffed at their reactions and turned to your other group of friends and asked, “Did you all know?” Your voice breaking more with a quiver or your lips as fresh tears now spilled from your eyes.

“No, we didn’t,” Ochako spoke immediately.

“This is the first we’ve heard of it Y/n,” Ida said.

Their eyes were full of sincerity yet pity and you hated it.

“Y/n, believe me, if I knew I would have told you,” Momo said, her voice laced with pity and you hated it.

“Good thing we didn’t know, right? Keeping secrets was something we vowed to not keep with each other the day we officially announced ourselves as a friend group. Unless it saves you from burning friendships, for selfish reasons, right?” Todoroki spoke up aggressively.

“Shoto,” Momo called.

“Todoroki?” Midoriya called confused at this new behavior.

“Right?!” The dual-eyed and-haired male shouted at the Baku-Squad across the room as they all flinched at his shout.

“Oh, because everyone knew that if we found out we would have told Y/n. Like actual GOOD FRIENDS.” Todoroki’s voice grew louder.

“Shoto, please.” Momo stood up as she tried to get the dual quirk male to calm down.

“We didn’t mean to,” Mina sobbed out, her arms hugging herself tightly.

“You didn’t mean to? Didn’t mean to what? Betray your friend? Hurt her? Look at her!”

“Todoroki stop it!” Midoriya shouted.

“We didn’t mean for this to happen alright don’t yell at Mina! It wasn’t her fault!” Kirishima defended.

“So it was who’s fault for not telling Y/n? To allow her to find out like this? Do you not see how humiliating and heartbreaking this is to her?!”

“I didn’t say that-”

“We know! We didn’t mean for this to happen!” Kaminari cried.

“How could you sit by knowing this?!” Ochako shouted angrily.

“We honestly forgot, we were drunk!” Sero deffended.

“So you just so happened to forget when there’s a fucking video?!” Ochako cussed, surprising everyone in the room.

“Lila was the one who recorded it, we had no idea that we were being recorded in the first place!” Mina cried as Kirishima held her.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry for shouting at the wrong people when that skank over there should be the one taking blame for all this,” Ochako shouted as she now directed her anger at the instigator.

“Me?! But I never-” Lila began before being interrupted.

“Oh please shut up with your victim act, no one buys it. It’s best you leave and never come near any of us again. And I swear if you do I’ll file a law suit on your father’s dying company, and you know I’ll win. Especially with the help of the Yaoyorozu family,” Todoroki threatened.

Lila’s eyes widened with tears and her fists closed tightly. Her body began to shake before she let out an angry huff and stomped out of the home.

Throughout the arguing that you missed because your ears had tuned it out, your breathing grew heavy and frantic as your palms began to grip your knees tightly. Your vision blurred from your tears and the only thing you heard was a broken voice of the man you loved.

“Y/n.”

You sobbed but you finally turned your head to look at him. He was teary-eyed. For the first time ever, out of the three years you’ve known him, you finally saw the great Katsuki Bakugou teary-eyed, but this time, it only angered you.

You slowly got up from your seat which seemed to catch everyone’s attention as their arguing back and forth seized. You arose and Bakugou mimicked your action, again calling your name as you looked into those ruby eyes fresh with tears. You stepped around him, never breaking eye contact, his hand still holding yours, fingers still touching that promise ring that now felt like it was burning against your finger.

“Y/n?” He called, confused.

You continued to step away before finally breaking eye contact with him as you raced for the front door. Bakugou raced after you, calling your name. You slammed the front door open as you walked out into the rain.

“Y/n wait! Y/n please!” Bakugou cried.

“So, what exactly was that bet?” You asked, tears mixing with raindrops on your skin.

“Nothing!” Bakugou rebutted.

“Nothing?! Nothing, the bet was nothing Bakugou? Nothing?!” You shouted over the heavy sound of the rain.

“Yes! It was nothing, it meant nothing to me anymore!”

“None of it was real was it?”

“Y/n please, of course it was real!”

“You know I actually thought-” You started but hesitated finishing your statement.

“I thought that I-” Your tongue felt heavy, catching your words in your throat as Bakugou desperately awaited your words.

“You’re just a liar, a filthy fucking liar!” You shouted as you pushed at his chest causing him to step back. His face grew even more pained as his hands were quick to catch your arms in a tight hold as you pushed at him.

“Baby please, that was all before.”

“Before what?” You sighed exhausted turning your head away from him momentarily.

“Before-”

“You snapped your fingers and ended it.” You interrupted him, causing him to turn his head as he scrunched his eyes closed before taking in a deep breathe and looking back at you again.

“You once told me nothing would ever make you stop loving me!”

“Well, then I guess we’re both liars.” You rebutted as you turned away from him and began walking onto the street in the pouring rain.

“Y/n, please!” Bakugou shouted as he quickly followed you.

“You can waste your time with your words and following me around, but it won’t matter. We’re done!”

Hearing that caused Bakugou to freeze in his steps. A small sobb left his mouth before he quickly rushed to your side again.

“Y/n please.” He called again to which you ignored, again.

“At least let me drive you home,” Bakugou pleaded. “It’s not safe, walking in the dark.”

You continued to ignore the blonde of course, sniffling while hugging your frame to somewhat protect yourself from the coldness of the rain. You had walked down these streets before, way before he came along. It’s not the best neighborhood but it’s not a bad one at all. The times you’ve walked you’ve never faced a problem, well, except for that one incident with your hotdog and a hungry Great Dane, but besides that no major issues.

You had told him that story once, under the moon's light while eating ice cream at the rooftop of your apartment complex when you were first dating… Thinking back on it made you wonder if he even cared to remember that story… You weren’t gonna ask him though, it wasn’t worth it, not anymore.

“Baby- Y- Y/n, it’s cold and raining, and you’re wearing a dress.” Bakugou tries to convince you again but you keep your eyes forward and your legs moving. No matter how fast you walked you just couldn’t shake him.

“Baby, please, you’ll get sick.” His voice broke while speaking.

You clenched your teeth so hard it made your jaw hurt and began to exert your headache. Bakugou finally stopped talking and slowed his pace from yours, but he still never stopped following you. After what felt like an eternity you reached your apartment complex. You didn’t look at him as you walked up the steps or entered the code to the building. Water streaked your face, from the rain or your tears, you couldn’t tell but it’s probably from both.

Bakugou hadn’t followed you inside the building, but you could fell his gaze on you as you walked up and slipped into the building. You had to force yourself so hard to not look back at the man you once loved dearly. You rushed up to yours and Mina’s shared apartment and lifted the pink welcome mat and grabbed the spare key. When you unlocked the door and made your way inside the first thing you heard was the sound of a loud clash outside your balcony door. You quickly locked the door and then rushed to the noise.

You opened the balcony door and the first thing you noticed was your potted plant lying smushed on the wet pavement. You dropped to your knees and sobbed as you picked up the broken pot pieces. It wasn’t till you picked the last piece that you finally noticed a figure standing under a tree a bit away from your balcony.

You’re room being on the third floor out of four luckily had the best view of the weeping willow tree, and under it stood the mighty Katsuki Bakugou, soaked to the bone. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, and his blonde spiky locks were now plastered to his forehead, the ashy blonde color now almost looked dark brown due to the lack of light and dryness. His eyes had lifted along with his head up to meet your gaze. His face was stamped with anguish and longing. Even though concrete, metal, and a good dozen feet away had separated the both of you, you couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull that almost convinced you to call out to him and ask him to come inside. To comfort you, warm you, and take all the pain he caused away.

Almost.

You forced yourself to get up, turn away, and walk back into your living room and out of the cold rain once again. Your soft heart catching your brain however nearly prevented that with the thoughts of, ‘Isn’t he cold? It’s dark and cold outside, he’ll get sick..or what if he gets hurt?’

He won’t. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t get hurt, because he does the hurting.

After making a hot fresh tea and a warm soothing bath you decided to head to bed. Although your eyes ached from crying, you just wanted to pretend that this night never happened. So you climbed into bed, resisting the urge to look outside your bedroom window to see if he was still there. It’d been a few hours already, it wasn’t like Bakugou would still be out there. Even if he was who were you to care, right.

* * *

“Miss L/n,” The sound of your professor causes your head to immediately jerk up to the sound of her voice.

“Yes?”

Before she speaks she hands you a long orange office envelope which you stared at confusedly.

“This is Mister Bakugou’s paper. While I read it, it was obvious to me that this paper was meant for you,” She said as she encouraged you to take it.

You looked between her and her hand holding the envelope before slowly taking it.

* * *

“What’s that?” Ochako asked referring to the orange office envelope.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s uhh, apparently it’s Bakugou’s essay.”

“Bakugou’s essay? And he gave it to you?”

“Oh no, no. Mrs. Ito, our Literature professor did. She said it seemed meant more for me than her sooo here we are.”

“Ah…So are you gonna read it?”

“I-”

“Read what?” Todorki asked as he sat down beside you, Midoriya joining Ururaka.

“Bakugou wrote his essay for Y/n apparently. Mrs. Ito gave it to her to read.” Ochako answered for you.

“Huh, are you going to read it?” Todoroki asked.

“I- I’m not sure,” You replied as you looked down at your lap where the envelope was.

“Although it’s not my place, I think you should,” Midoriya spoke up.

“Izuku?”Ochako looked back at her boyfriend puzzled.

“I mean yes, what Kacchan did was horrible and disrespectful and humiliating and just not good, but, he really did care for you Y/n-chan,” Midoriya rambled.

“Look,” Ochako said catching all of you guys’ attention.

You all looked at where she was looking and there walked the Baku-squad, minus their leader. They were walking towards you guys who were sitting on a hillside of the campus. Ever since the incident, your friend group has been rocky. Neither group within the big group had spoken to the other. It came to a point you moved out of your apartment with Mina and into another on the other side of town still close to campus. Truth be told, you missed your other best friend. Maybe, it was time for change.

“Are they coming to sit with us?” Todorki asked you guys.

“You don’t think they’d dare, do you?” Ochacko asked him.

“I mean, have any of you guys talked to them?” She asked.

“No,” said the dual haired male.

“Izuku?” She asked.

“Just Kirishima, a few times but, nothing major. Not like we used to,” He answered.

And with his answer, it hurt your heart. What happened with you and, him, shouldn’t tear your friends apart. Not for you or anyone.

You raised your hand high and waved, calling them over. The Baku-squad stopped in their steps surprised, but obeyed.

“Y/n?” Ochako called your name in a confused tone, frankly so was Todoroki and Midoriya.

“Why should our friendgroup be divided over something stupid. We’re adults, and most importantly we’re all best friends,” You said, smiling at your friends arriving.

“Hey,” Kirishima greeted awkawrdly.

“Hey,” You greeted. Ochako,Midoriya, and Todoroki waved at them and vice versa.

“Guys c’mon. We’re all friends, great ones at that. There’s no reason to be acting like this with eachother anymore. We never should’ve in the first place,” You pleaded.

“She’s right,” Todoroki agreed as he stood up and went up to Kirishima as he stuck his hand out for a handshake.

Kirishima smiled brightly as he shook his hand and gave him a hug in return. The rest of you all followed suit and hugged the issues out. When you got to Mina you hesitated and she noticed. She frowned but it quickly went away as soon as you hugged her tightly. She then teared up and returned the hug.

“Oh thank god we’re all friends again. Us being apart sucked a fat one,” Kaminari whined, causing you all to laugh.

“It sure did Denks,” You laughed as you side-hugged Mina and Ochako joined you.

“Alright!” Sero sang. “Now why don’t we go celebrate this wholesome moment at Kyoshi’s Bar and Grill? I heard they added pizza,” Sero exclaimed.

“I’m down!” Kaminari agreed excitedly.

“Sure,” said the nonchalant Todoroki.

“Sounds fun! Ochako?” Midoriya looked at his girlfriend.

“Of course I’m in! Mina?”

“Me and Eiji are down! Y/n?”

“I’ll catch up with you guys later, there’s something I have to go do first. Save me a spot!” You said as you hurridly grabbed your back pack and the envelope and rushed away.

“Where’s she goin?” Kirishima asked no one in particular as the group watched you run off.

“I have an idea,” Ochako answered.

“Hey, where’s Kacchan?” Midoriya asked.

“I have an idea,” Kirishima responded as he wrapped his arm around Mina and began to lead her to walk on along with the group to go eat.

* * *

You panted as you ran to the spot where you and Bakugou shared your first kiss together. Immediately upon arriving memories of you both flooded your mind like a beautiful slideshow. You laid your backpack down on the dock but held the envelope firmly in your hand. You walked to the end of the dock and took in a deep breathe. The fresh smell of water and air flooded your senses giving you a sense of relief and liveliness. You then exhaled and sat down at the edge of the dock, your legs hanging as you brought the envelope towards yourself and began opening it. You took out the papers and began reading.

I’ve read hundreds of romance novels and mangas in my life. Most of them fantasized about love or how love was the center of the universe. That love conquers all, that it can heal any damage inside of us, that it is what we need to survive. I thought they were all fools. That love was something fictional, only found in worn pages of a storybook. But that has all changed since I met my love interest. My Y/n. I never thought I would find myself completely and utterly consumed by another until I met her. She took her small, delicate, hand, and with it, led me out of the darkness of which I consumed myself, and led me into the light. She showed me that whatever our souls are made of, hers and mine are the same. We were meant to be, to meet, to love. I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry. Please forgive me. You once asked me who I loved most in this world. It’s you. . .

As you finished reading you subconsciously let a tear fall from your eyes. You were so consumed in reading you didn’t notice the man sitting beside you. You looked up at the man and stared into his eyes, those beautiful ruby eyes, as he sat with his legs bent up on the deck and his arms resting at the tops of his knees. Looking back down at you with longing and love in his eyes. Those beautiful ruby eyes…

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ~^v^~

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biblical-chronicles · 13 days ago

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Out of the blue

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where Liam tries his best to propose, but his nerves get the best of him each time, until a simple, tender gesture from you leads the confession to slip out in the most unexpected place

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Liam had it all planned out. A nice dinner at a swanky restaurant—not too over the top, because that wasn’t his style, but posh enough to feel special. He’d booked the table weeks in advance, thinking this would be the perfect place to finally pop the question. It was quiet, dimly lit, with candles flickering in polished glass holders. The kind of place where big moments were made, where people whispered about love and promises over expensive wine.

The ring was burning a hole in his pocket. It had been for weeks. Liam kept it tucked in the inside pocket of his leather jacket he didn't wear so often, convinced you’d spot it otherwise. Tonight, though, it was out of the jacket and into his jeans, closer to hand for when the moment arrived.

As the two of you sat across from each other, sipping wine and laughing about something ridiculous that had happened earlier in the day, Liam couldn’t help but think how right it all felt. You looked beautiful, your face glowing in the soft light, completely at ease. He loved seeing you like this, happy and relaxed, with him.

But then his stomach twisted. What if he messed this up? What if the words came out wrong, or you hesitated? What if you weren’t ready? The thought gnawed at him, and he took a longer sip of his wine, trying to steady his nerves.

“Everything alright?” you asked, your brow furrowing as you noticed his quietness. “You’ve gone all serious on me.”

“Yeah,” he said quickly, flashing a smile. “Just... thinking.”

“Dangerous,” you teased, nudging his foot under the table.

He chuckled, but his mind was already spinning again. He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing the box. You’ve got this, Gallagher. Just say it. It’s not that hard. She loves you, doesn’t she?

He thought about how you’d turned his life upside down in the best way. How he’d sworn to himself after his divorce with Patsy that he’d never go through it again, never let himself care about someone enough to risk that kind of pain. But then you had come into the picture, and it was like someone had flipped a switch.

He hadn’t expected to fall for you, not like this. But here he was, sitting across from you, thinking about how badly he wanted that ring on your finger. How he wanted the whole world to know you were his, and he was yours.

“Liam?” you said again, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry,” he mumbled. “Got a bit lost there.”

“Everything alright?”

“Perfect,” he said, the word almost choking him.

The waiter brought out your meals, and Liam decided he’d do it after. He’d wait for the plates to be cleared, then he’d take your hand and say it. Simple. Easy.

But as the meal went on, his resolve started to crumble. The closer he got to the moment, the more the nerves took over. His palms were clammy, and he was sure his face had gone red at least twice when you’d caught him staring at you.

Finally, as the plates were cleared and the waiter offered dessert menus, Liam knew it was now or never. He reached for the box in his pocket, gripping it tightly as he looked across at you.

But then you smiled at him—soft, sweet, completely unguarded—and he froze. His throat tightened, his chest ached, and suddenly the words felt too big, too heavy. He wasn’t sure he could get them out without making a fool of himself.

“Liam?” you asked, tilting your head. “You’ve been quiet tonight. What’s going on?”

He let out a shaky laugh, slipping his hand out of his pocket and reaching for his glass instead. “Nothing, love. Just... thinking about how bloody gorgeous you are.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, and Liam felt a pang of guilt. He’d bottled it. Again.

The ring stayed in his pocket as the night went on, the weight of it heavier than ever. He promised himself he’d find the right moment. Next time, he thought. Next time for sure.

But even as you both left the restaurant, his arm around your shoulders, Liam couldn’t shake the feeling that he was letting something slip through his fingers.

After the disaster at the restaurant, Liam had spent most of the night wrestling with his thoughts. He’d been so sure that the setting was perfect—dim lighting, soft music, posh food that he could hardly pronounce. But instead of helping, it had magnified his nerves tenfold. The pressure to say everything just right had overwhelmed him, and the words had never made it past the lump in his throat.

He could still see your face from the night before, your teasing grin as you’d joked about him being too quiet. You hadn’t pressed him, but he’d caught the flicker of curiosity in your eyes. He hated himself for bottling it, for sitting there with his heart screaming and his mouth refusing to cooperate.

When morning came, he resolved to try again. A new plan—something more relaxed, more him. The park came to mind. It was familiar, easy, and didn’t come with the suffocating pressure of an audience. Just you and him, strolling hand in hand. Surely, without all the added pomp, he could muster the courage.

All day, the idea rooted itself deeper in his mind. As you chatted about weekend plans over coffee, Liam found himself watching you intently, his chest tightening every time you laughed or gave him that knowing smile.

By the time you laced up your trainers for the walk, he’d convinced himself this was it. This is the moment, mate. No fancy settings, no waiters hovering. Just you and her. You can do this.

He slipped the ring box into his jacket pocket, his hand brushing over the velvet for reassurance.

The late afternoon sun cast the park in a golden glow as you strolled together, your arm linked with his. The air was crisp, the kind that kissed your cheeks pink, and the smell of damp leaves lingered from a recent rain. You were talking animatedly about plans for the next week—something about work, or maybe a dinner with friends—but Liam only half-heard.

He was too busy rehearsing in his head. Just say it, Gallagher. Four words. ‘Will you marry me?’ How hard can it be?

But the thought of it—of putting himself out there, exposing just how deeply he felt—made his stomach churn. His fingers brushed over the box again, the weight of it pressing like a lead weight against his ribs.

“You’re quiet again,” you said, glancing up at him with a playful nudge. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing,” he muttered, too quickly.

You raised a brow. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“I’m not lying,” he shot back, forcing a laugh. “Just... takin’ it all in, that’s all. Nice night for a walk, innit?”

You eyed him for a moment, then softened. “Yeah, it is. And it’s nice having you here instead of glued to the telly."

He smirked at that, though the knot in his chest tightened.

The path ahead curved toward a quieter part of the park, away from the playground and picnic benches. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Liam slowed his steps, his heart hammering against his ribs. This was it. Now or never.

“Liam?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve stopped walking.”

He blinked, realizing his feet had indeed betrayed him. He turned to face you, his free hand slipping into his jacket pocket. The box was there, waiting, as if mocking him for his hesitation.

“You sure you're alright?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

“Yeah,” he said, though his throat felt tight. He cleared it, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “I just... y’know, wanted to say...”

The words caught. His chest felt too tight, his palms clammy. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears, drowning out the quiet sounds of the park around him.

“Wanted to say what?” you prompted gently, tilting your head.

He looked at you, at the way the golden light caught the curve of your cheek, and his resolve wavered. You were everything he’d promised himself he wouldn’t let happen again. Everything he thought he didn’t deserve. And yet, there you were—patient, kind, and completely unaware of the storm raging inside him.

“Just... that I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbled, withdrawing his hand from his pocket and instead brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

Your brows knit together, but a soft smile curved your lips. “Well, that’s sweet of you. You’re sure you’re alright, though?”

“Yeah,” he said quickly, leaning down to kiss you. It was a stalling tactic, but the moment your lips met his, he felt his nerves ease—if only slightly.

You kissed him back softly at first, your hand slipping to rest on his chest. When you pulled away, your smile was warmer, your gaze searching his. “Whatever’s going on in that head of yours, you know you can tell me, right?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I know.”

But as you started walking again, he let out a silent curse. Another moment lost. The box in his pocket felt heavier than ever, and the knot in his chest only grew tighter.

The walk back from the park had taken an unexpected detour down a ginnel—a narrow, slightly sketchy shortcut Liam insisted would get you home quicker. The two of you had stopped for chips on the way, the paper wrapping still crumpled in your hand as you finished the last of them.

“See?” Liam said, his tone light, though his mind was far from the present. “Told you this was faster.”

“It’s dodgy as hell, though,” you replied, squinting at the uneven path ahead. The dim light barely illuminated the mud-slick ground, a recent bit of rain having left it more treacherous than usual.

“Dodgy’s where the fun is, love,” he said, his hands in his pockets, though his voice lacked its usual confidence.

He was still trapped in his own head, wrestling with the weight of the ring in his pocket. He barely heard you reply, his thoughts drowning out everything but the relentless thrum of, Just ask her already. Stop bottling it.

It happened so quickly that you didn’t have time to warn him. One step too far into the mud, and Liam’s foot slid out from under him. His arms flailed as he let out a startled yelp, landing unceremoniously on the ground with a loud, wet squelch.

“Liam!” you shouted, rushing to his side. “What the hell? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he grumbled, sitting up and brushing at his now-mud-covered parka. “Bloody mud, innit? Should’ve watched where I was goin’.”

“Stay still,” you instructed, dropping to your knees beside him. “You’ve got it all over your face—don’t move, or you’ll make it worse.”

He groaned, looking thoroughly unamused. “It’s nothin’, love. Leave it—”

“No chance,” you interrupted, already rummaging through your bag for tissues. “Honestly, you’re hopeless sometimes.”

He huffed a laugh, though his heart wasn’t in it. His thoughts were still spinning as you leaned in, carefully dabbing at the mud smeared across his cheek. Your touch was gentle, focused, and something about the way you fussed over him sent a pang straight through his chest.

You weren’t laughing at him, weren’t annoyed or disgusted. You were just...you. Lovely and kind and doting in a way that made his heart ache. It was too much. The tightness in his chest swelled to a breaking point, and before he could stop himself, the words he’d been trying to say for weeks finally burst out.

“Marry me.”

The phrase hung in the air, his voice barely above a whisper, but it landed like a firework between you.

Your hand froze mid-wipe, and your wide eyes snapped up to meet his, searching his face as if you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. “What?”

The second the reality of what he’d just done hit him, Liam’s heart nearly stopped. His stomach plummeted, and a panicked flush crept up his neck. “Shit. Shit. I—I didn’t mean—I mean, I did mean it, but not like this. Not here. Fuck.”

He raked a shaky hand through his hair, smearing mud into his fringe without even realizing it. “Oh god, I didn’t plan it like this, love. I was gonna do it proper, y’know? Dinner, candles, speeches—the whole fuckin’ nine yards. Not while I’m sittin’ on me arse in a ginnel lookin’ like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards.”

His words tumbled out in a frantic rush, his Manc accent thickening as his nerves skyrocketed. Then he saw it. The tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to spill over, and his panic hit a fever pitch.

“Ah, no—don’t cry,” he stammered, his voice cracking as he reached for you, but his hands hovered, unsure. “Please, love, don’t cry. I’m such a knobhead—I shouldn’t’ve said it like that. Oh I've fucked it up, haven’t I? Completely cocked it.”

You were still silent, your lips parted as you stared at him, your cheeks glistening now as the tears broke free. Liam’s breathing was ragged, his pulse pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.

“Listen,” he begged, the words rushing out, desperate to fix it. “Forget I said it, alright? I’ll do it over, yeah? The ring’s in me pocket—I’ve got it—I’ll do it proper. I’ll get on one knee and say somethin’ dead romantic, swear on me life. Just don’t—don’t cry. Please, love.”

He was rambling now, the fear that he’d ruined everything tearing him apart from the inside. “Christ, I’m such an idiot. You must think I’m a right muppet.”

And then, to his utter confusion, you launched yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck so tightly he nearly lost his balance, and your face pressed into his shoulder as you let out a muffled, trembling laugh.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you held onto him like he might disappear. “Yes, Liam, yes.”

For a moment, Liam didn’t move. He sat there, stunned, his brain struggling to catch up.

“You—you’re serious?” he asked, his voice hoarse as his arms hesitantly circled your waist. “You mean it? You’ll—?”

“Yes,” you said again, pulling back just enough to look at him, your tear-streaked face glowing with joy. “Of course I mean it. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The relief that washed over Liam was so overwhelming it left him momentarily speechless. He laughed, but it came out shaky, and his hands framed your face as if he needed to be sure you were real.

“Bloody hell, love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I’d properly bollocksed it. You’re sure? You’re not just sayin’ it to shut me up?”

“Liam,” you said, your tone affectionate but firm as you leaned in closer. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

His laugh was softer this time, incredulous and laced with awe. “Christ, you’re unbelievable.”

You smiled, brushing a bit of mud from his cheek. “Can’t wait to be Mrs. Gallagher,” you said, your tone light but your gaze steady.

Liam’s breath caught, and his brow furrowed as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly. “Wait—you’d take me name?”

“Obviously,” you replied, your lips curving into a teasing smile. “Why wouldn’t I? I want to give all of myself to you, Liam. Completely.”

The words hit him hard, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a quiet, shaky, “Fuckin’ hell.”

You chuckled, leaning in to kiss him, and this time, he met you halfway. The kiss was messy and emotional, but neither of you cared. His hands tangled in your hair, and yours gripped the lapels of his mud-smeared parka. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, grinning like idiots.

“Look at us,” you said, gesturing to your ruined clothes. “We’re a right state.”

“Best state I’ve ever been in,” Liam replied, his grin wide and boyish.

The two of you stumbled to your feet, covered in mud but laughing like teenagers. As you walked hand-in-hand out of the ginnel, Liam couldn’t stop glancing at you, his heart full to bursting.

It wasn’t the proposal he’d planned—not even close. But looking at you, radiant and laughing beside him, he knew it was perfect.

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oh when I tell you I dead loved writin' this one, hope all you loves enjoy it as well xx (because who would say no to a smitten mud covered Liam?)

#oasis x reader #oasis one shots #oasis band #britpop x f!reader #britpop x reader #britpop fanfiction #liam gallagher x reader #liam gallagher x you #liam gallagher one shots #liam gallagher fanfiction #liam gallagher #britpop

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respectthepetty · 3 months ago

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Pride Petty Watch (SOTUS) 3/5

I'm making my way through the blacklisted shows I was supposed to watch during Pride. I already watched Love in the Air but paused The Untamed so I could deal with my sworn enemy, SOTUS. I'm watching it in five parts (first, second), so now I'm starting on episode seven and have decided 1) Kongpob x M are the perfect ghost ship, 2) this show feels much older than 2016 due to the language and style, and 3) this is a story of a masochistic dom looking for a sado sub.

Since I can't remember anything about this show, I'm actually excited to see all the ways Kong seeks out punishment warmth from P'Oon in the second half of this series.

Prem and Wad aren't going to be a couple, are they? I want them to be because Prem going instantly soft after they fought another faculty together and now being worried about Wad's wounds is the whole purpose for men to fight! Punch each other, then kiss the bruises!

I have no Photoshop skills, so I would never criticize someone else's work, but there are times when I see that this show was made with a budget consisting of two pennies rubbed together, and this is one of those moments because who added those people into the scene?! And why are they layered ON TOP of each other?!

For the people who hated Tae and Mee in The Trainee and the sports day episode in The On1y One, those people would be pissed watching episode seven of SOTUS because it's focused on the hets, capturing the flag, and nothing else. Someone could've at least passed out on that field, so this could be entertaining for me and the juniors, damn.

The man who played Deer has only acted in one other show, and I'm mad about it. The fact that a senior has to be on that field to answer these ridiculous questions from the freshmen is nonsense, but at least I get to see this man with his gorgeous hair.

Arthit says everything to Kong in the gayest way possible in front of all his homies and God without any sense of irony.

And Kong matches that energy every damn time! I'm already sick of them.

Forming a circle around Arthit to say thanks is kinda creepy to me, which is why it makes perfect sense that this was Kong's idea since these two continue to declare their love for each other indirectly while making everyone within two miles witness.

But this moment reminded me of Lisa's "Rockstar" music video, so Thailand stays consistent.

Kong is begging to be punished! Asking Arthit if anyone else knows he cries and likes pink milk is not small talk, and I know Kong just wants to feel like the most special boy for knowing all of this, but I also fully believe he wants Arthit to slap him.

M came on this trip so he could make heart eyes at Kong, and I will not be convinced otherwise. If I forget May exists, my ship is untouchable. M loves Kong, and it's canon to me.

Arthit is a Ken! He made all the boys go out to the water, so he could make the girls listen to him play a song on the beach. Someone needs to ask Greta Gerwig if she has watched SOTUS. Greta, if you're in the room with us right now, blink twice.

"If I tell you to die, will you do it?" YES! What the hell do you think this kid has been trying to tell you?! He wants you to choke him? He wants you to slap him? He has been instigating a fight with you since the first day because he wants your hands on him in the most violent ways. Baby is a masochist and needs to be kept!

I stand by the claim I made in an earlier post that the crew doesn't seem to like Krist because these title cards in-between parts of the episode do him sooooo dirty. There is no need for this to be the image, but here we are. This is rude.

I could never hate M. He is so kind and so dumb. I love those qualities in men.

And I love these qualities in women! (Sidenote: Let Jan kiss more homies, GMMTV!)

GMMTV's 2024 Outing, is that you player?

Since Love Sick and Addicted Heroin have been remade, when SOTUS is remade, M and Kong should be the main couple, and May should ship them while also trying to date Prae. Friends-to-Lovers, fifteen episodes, and make New and Singto play the characters again.

This is the biggest "hell nah" from me because I would not have that many people WALKING ON ME barefoot as some form of initiation. Walking on people is reserved for sex stuff! Just walking on people to walk on people is not normal, and should stop immediately!

I can see the wheels spinning in Arthit's head, but the pieces are not connecting for him. Your man likes when you yell at him. Kong likes when you get upset at him. The kid likes pushing your buttons because then he gets all your attention. Now say it with me, "Kong is a masochist"

Kong is practically begging to be slapped, and if Arthit doesn't do it soon, I will.

This scene hit me so hard I had to pause because it woke me up like I was sleeper agent. I NOW REMEMBER THIS SHOW! Nine episodes in and I finally remember this damn show!

I am white-knuckling my way though this show now because Kong is dressed for a date, Arthit is late and looking like a mess, and Kong is telling Arthit he will do whatever Arthit wants him to, he will like anything Arthit wants him to like, and he will be anything Arthit wants him to be. I do not know how Arthit is experiencing all that Kong is throwing at him, and not realizing that Kong wants to be his pet.

"Call Me by My Name Number: A Boy's Journey to Become a Pet" Where's Mame when you need her?

And now Kong is eating a meal he didn't want, AGAIN, simply because Arthit told him to eat it! I'm not even joking anymore; this shit is kinky, and in this exact moment, I don't hate this show solely because of this reason.

Fuck going to sleep! I'm staying up and watching episode ten, NOW!

#pride petty watch #sotus #sotus the series #This pink milk situation is causing havoc for me #every time Kong mentions it‚ I want to slap him #I can't believe I finally remember this show #but I don't remember it being like 'this'#and by 'this' I mean kinky #I'm invested now!#on to episode ten!#Kongpob x M is my ultimate ghost ship

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southerngothicchic · 1 year ago

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Promises in the Dark

18+

Your eyes linger on the dingy neon lettering that read 'Prairie Inn,' on the faded sign. The equally dingy 'Vacancy' right below it seemed extra depressing tonight, just taunting you with the false prospect of actually having guests check in. You didn't know why you had to sit perched behind the dusty front desk, surrounded by so much wood paneling every night, when it would all prove to be done in vain.

You tried to convince your parents to sell the place and move away, to literally anywhere else, other than middle of nowhere North Dakota. They always refused, since it was a family business and they wanted it to stay 'in the family.'

Despite what they envisioned, this wasn't how your future was going to play out. Once you had enough saved up, you were getting out and possibly not looking back, at least not for a while.

Other than them, you didn't really have anything keeping you here...unless you counted a certain sheriff's deputy that had a crush on you.

You knew you never should've humored him, but you could only resist his dreamy brown eyes for so long.

You'd drag him into the back office for heated make outs, with him whining how you should just open up one of the rooms so you could have some real fun. You told him no, several times, out of some looming fear that you'd get caught. Which, he always tried to persuade you otherwise, but you didn't waver.

That was, until tonight.

You sit, with a huff, behind the front desk, already over everything while your shift had just started. You then pull your phone from your back pocket and begin endlessly scrolling.

For such a mind-numbing activity, it did make the time pass quicker, as it was soon 11 P.M.

You know he should be here soon, as he always stops by during his patrols of the area. Antipation courses through you as you've missed him more than you thought you would. You find yourself actually missing that stupid vape that seemed to be attached to his hand. He's so irritatingly cute, sometimes you couldn't stand it.

You turn your attention back to your phone, getting lost in scrolling once again, when you hear the ancient door creak open and the footfalls from heavy boots. You glance up to see him blow a cloud of vapor in front of him, as he approaches you. You roll your eyes, not wanting him to see how much you missed him.

"Evenin' gorgeous," he greets, leaning against the desk. "How's your night been?"

"Oh, you know, another thrilling night at the Bates Motel," you snark, gesturing to your surroundings.

You each share a laugh, as he nervously shifts his gaze from yours.

"I have to say, I don't like you being here all alone," he begins, "there's a lot of bad people out there that could take advantage of a pretty thing like you."

"So you tell me, literally every time I see you," you dismiss, with another laugh. "I think if some horrible thing was meant to happen to me, it would've by now."

"Hard to say, the world's just gettin' worse and people are gettin' crazier," he counters, "who knows what could happen on any given night."

"Are you trying to scare me, Tillman?"

He bristles at you using his last name.

"Just stating what could happen is all," he defends, glancing at you with those eyes.

"Well, I really shouldn't have anything to worry about because you'll be here to protect me, right?"

He smirks while you playfully bat your eyes at him.

"That's right, honey, nothing's gonna happen to you with me here," he says proudly.

"I'm so lucky to have such a big, strong man looking out for me," you then tease, knowing it really gets him going.

It's his turn to roll his eyes, before he leans closer to you.

"Make fun all you want, but I'm gonna show you just how big and strong I am," he breathes, his voice low.

"Oh really?"

He nods. "Now, c'mere, I've been dying to kiss ya all day."

He reaches for you and places his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you to him.

You let him, as you've been wanting the same thing.

His lips are surprisingly soft as he kisses you slowly. The tiniest moan escapes his lips when you deepen the kiss. The chill of the night is soon forgotten as he's consumed with the warmth radiating from you.

"I knew you missed me," he whispers, as he nose presses against your cheek.

"I did," you breathe, ghosting your lips over his.

"You wanna get us one of those rooms tonight, honey?"

"Gator..." you whine.

"Please, honey? Just think how good I can make you feel..." he continues, as he presses kisses to your cheek.

His kisses are dangerous, as you're considering giving in.

"You're the worst," you say, after breaking the kiss and pulling away.

His smirk returns as he watches you take the master room key out of a drawer. You slide it into one of your back pockets, followed by slipping your phone in the other.

"Lets go, loverboy," you say, as you take his hand and lead him out of the office.

You forget how cold it was as you hurry out into the night. Gator quickly pulls you to him, trying to shield you from the bitter wind. You each walk through the half melted snow, to the nicest room in the motel.

A half faded, gold 5 marks the door as you slide the key card in the lock. It clicks open and you eagerly pull him inside, wanting to get out the cold.

The room itself is almost as cold and dark when you feel him press your back against the door. His lips are on yours again, this time kissing you hungrily. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

"I knew you wanted this too," he breathes, as his lips move to your neck. "Fuck, I've wanted you for so long, baby."

You just whimper at his words as you feel his teeth scrape against your skin. He plans on leaving a sizable hickey, so everyone will know you're his.

Your hands are already clawing at his bulky vest, the feeling of him suckling on your skin almost too much.

"Tell me you want me, too," he then breathily commands, with his eyes meeting yours.

"I want you," you breathe, gazing at him helplessly.

With that, he lifts you up, into his arms and carries you to the bed. He gently lays you down before beginning to take off his clothes.

The faint light from the neon sign shines through the thin curtain, illuminating him as you watch him undress. His movements entrance you, until he reminds you that you should be taking off your clothes as well.

Blushing, you quickly pull your sweater over your head, revealing a black bra. You then lean over to take off your boots, before emptying your pockets, on the nearby nightstand. You slide your jeans down your legs then discard them, on the floor.

You lay back against the pillows, waiting for him to pounce.

He stands, just in his boxers, as he looks at you.

"So pretty..." he breathes, taking them off and climbing onto the bed.

He presses his lips to your ankle, then alternates between each leg, as he kisses his way up to your thighs. He smiles as you writhe underneath him.

The sensual way he's kissing you is a welcome surprise. Knowing that he possesses such tenderness makes you weak.

You whimper as he nips at your thighs, unable to keep from squirming. He then presses his mouth to your panties, pressing his tongue against the fabric.

"I bet you taste just as good as you smell," he says, looking up at you.

You throw your head back against the pillow, before he rips your panties from your body.

He wastes no time tasting you, as his tongue laps at you, feverishly. Your hands are immediately grasping and pulling at his slicked back hair, while moaning his name.

"You taste so fuckin' good, baby, better than I dreamed," he pants, as he devours you.

You close your eyes, as your legs begin to tremble, only for them to reopen as you whine when he pulls away.

He slithers up your body and hovers his face over yours.

"What's the matter, baby?" He asks, his voice dripping with condescension. "Do you need more?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, before pulling him into a kiss. He smiles before licking his way into your mouth, wanting you to taste yourself. The kiss becomes messier as your desire intensifies.

"You don't know how many nights I've dreamed about this..." he breathes. "And how you were dripping on my tongue..."

He pauses to kiss you again, with his tongue easily parting your lips. A low moan rumbles from his throat, before he continues, "You're the perfect girl, and you deserve to be fucked like one."

You actually gasp, against his lips, while he grins. He glances down as you instinctively spread your legs. You each moan as he eases himself inside you.

"Gator, I-its-" you breathe, arching your back.

"You can take it, honey, I know ya can," he assures, as he pushes all the way in.

You dramatically exhale when you feel his hips against yours.

"Fuck, you're so tight..." he grunts, "don't know how long I'm gonna last."

You move your hips, urging him to move, as your hands grip his shoulders.

"I'll just fuck ya nice and slow," he says, pulling halfway out, before sinking back in.

You're already back to moaning his name, which he can't get enough of.

"How's that, baby? Good?" He asks, loving how you're already this blissed out.

"So good, don't stop..." you answer, as he leans in for a kiss.

He moans into it when he feels you wrap your legs around his waist.

"You've wanted this as much as I have, huh?" He adds, with his lips trailing kisses down your neck.

"Y-Yes, oh God..." you sigh, as he fucks you deeper.

"I can tell from how you're squeezin' me, fuck..." he breathes, fully burying his face in your neck. "I wanna fuck you all the time, after this...you're mine now...all mine."

"Gator..." you whine, meant to be a form of protest, but too lost in pleasure.

"Say it," he commands, before biting the top of your shoulder.

"I'm yours!" You then yelp, your nails clawing at his back.

"Promise me..." he breathes, as he pushes your bra strap down, his lips mouthing along your skin. "Promise me that you'll always be mine..."

Your mind is almost too hazy to comprehend what he's saying, too far gone to form words. All you can really do is whimper as he places wet kisses across the top of your breast.

"Don't go all quiet on me now. I thought you liked me..." he says, looking up at you.

"I do-"

"Don't ya want to be with me?" He asks, kissing his way up your neck.

You whine his name again as he sighs.

"That's not a real answer, honey," he scolds, nuzzling his nose against your jaw.

"Yes, I want to be with you," you reply, exasperation evident in your voice.

He smiles, his eyes meeting yours, even in the darkened room.

"Then ya better fuckin' scream for me," he whispers, before roughly thrusting into you.

His abrupt change of pace makes you gasp and cling to him even tighter as he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips.

Sweat drips from his forehead onto your lips, when he pulls away. He watches as you then swipe your tongue across your lip, before smiling. He moans and fucks into you even harder, making you finally come undone around him.

His hips stutter, for a moment, as you cry his name, with your nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck...you're so beautiful baby...I'm gonna-"

A loud, obnoxious moan reverberates through him as he spills inside you. You're both moaning as he fills you so full, you can feel some of it seeping out.

He collapses onto you, engulfing your body with his. He's panting, harder than before while you lightly scratch his back.

"Holy shit..." he breathes, raising his head to meet your gaze.

You then pull him into a kiss, not wanting him to say something stupid and ruin the moment.

He eagerly reciprocates your kiss and you just lazily make out. He does eventually pull away and say, "I meant everything I said, I want you to be my girlfriend."

"We shouldn't, though. What about your dad-?"

"I don't care about what he thinks," he replies, his hand cupping your cheek. "I just know I wanna be with you. Like, show you off around town and take you on dates and stuff."

You smile. "I guess being your girlfriend wouldn't be so bad..."

"I'll be the best boyfriend you've ever had," he grins, "and you already know that the sex will be good."

"True," you laugh.

He kisses you again before you say, "I hate to do this, but I need to get back to the office."

"Its ok, I should go, too," he replies, giving you one last kiss before sitting up.

You both have dumb smiles on your lips as you redress. He slips his hand into yours as you walk to his patrol car. He pulls you into a tight hug, as he feels you shivering.

"I don't wanna leave you," he pouts, as you pull away to look at him.

"Why don't you come back in a few hours and we go get breakfast?"

A smile instantly forms on his lips.

"Ok, so like a date, then?"

"Yes, like a date," you say, playfully rolling your eyes, before smiling in return.

"See ya later," he breathes, pulling you back to him for a lingering kiss.

"See ya," you echo, against his lips.

You watch, still with a smile, as he leaves the desolate parking lot, before hurrying back inside the motel office.

You resume your place behind the desk, this time with a dreamy look in your eyes. You check your phone, and relief washes over you as there's no missed calls or concerned texts from your parents. You sigh, leaning back in the equally ancient chair, unashamedly excited for breakfast with your boyfriend.

#gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman smut

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 11 months ago

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I can’t get this thought out of my head.

CoD ML

The taskforce has gotten used to Ghost saying “Can’t wait to get home to the missus.” It came as a surprise at first because he’s not the best, if not the downright worst, at expressing his emotions. Nonetheless, they’ve gotten used to the phrase and any other variation of it.

However, no one was prepared for this time. “Finally going home to my lady and the kids.”

Kids?

KIDS?!

When did this happen? Simon didn’t mention you were pregnant and neither did you. John is absolutely baffled because surely you would’ve told him since he’s the second to know this type of stuff. After all, he’s the closest to you after your man.

Soap is overjoyed, already fancying himself the fun ‘uncle’ and congratulating his mate. “Didn’t think you’d ever be a father, Ghost, but look at ye! I do hope your daughters get the looks from their bonnie mother. Unless you’re handsome.”

“We had this convo before, McTavish. I’m quite handsome.”

“I still don’t believe ye.”

Kyle is absolutely gobsmacked, but keeps it at a polite “congrats, sir”.

Little do any of them know the ‘kids’ have four sturdy legs, whiskers, and gorgeous thick fur. You’ve even deemed them the most handsome fluffy children of the neighbourhood.

Simon and you adopted two Norwegian Forest Cats before he had to leave on deployment, named Ragnar and Rollo. He wasn’t a fan of the names at first, but agreed to them to please you. Then again, he’d let you pick the names for your children if you ever decide to start a family.

Until then, this is more than enough.

Simon quietly slips beneath the covers beside you. It’s a bit of a struggle to manoeuvre his large frame around your two sons, who are quick to pounce on their father and loudly start purring.

“You’re back,” you drowsily murmur, awoken by Ragnar’s and Rollo’s sonorous purrs. Your subconscious registers his presence so you instinctively turn onto your side and snuggle up to him. “Should’ve said you’d come. Would’ve-“

He kisses your forehead. “Shh, go back to sleep.”

He knows you’d have shown up at the airport. You always do since he usually lets you know in advance whether he’s home bound and at what time he expects to be back in England. However, tonight was a very late flight though the shift in time zones made it a very, very early morning one.

Whatever the case, Simon would rather you stay at home, in bed with your sons, than be out in the dark. If he could, he’d forbid you to go out in the evening after sunset unless you’re taking him with you. Fortunately, despite never having explicitly agreed nor have it actually mentioned, you’re of one mind when it comes to that. After all, it’s hard to miss the posters and flyers against sexual assault and intimidation of women.

And you do feel safer when Simon’s with you.

Vice versa is also the case. Indeed, your big burly bastard of a man shares the sentiment.

He’s been doing a lot of mental work recently to work on his emotional intelligence. One thing that’s been helping a lot in opening up and trying to form connections, well, an even deeper connection to you (he’s not a people person so you’re pretty much the only one he talks to outside the taskforce) is gaming.

Yup, Simon Riley is a gamer.

A massive Assassin’s Creed fan too. This is a hill I will die on, you can’t convince me otherwise.

So imagine his surprise when after breakfast you slip a present across the table to him. How his eyes light up, the delight banishing the suspicion that cast a darkness over them, when he sees you bought him a special edition of AC: Mirage. Little does he know you placed a pre-order the moment he told you Ubisoft was coming out with a new game in the franchise.

“Thought you might like this. As a ‘welcome home’ prezzie,” you say, hiding the smile spreading on your lips behind your coffee mug.

“Thank you, love.” He stands up and walks over to your side. You get up too, arms outstretched in anticipation of one of his rare bear hugs. In spite of his stone cold persona, Simon seems to radiate heat whenever he’s home. So you stand there for a few moments, simply enjoying the feel of his arms around you.

After cleaning up and changing into a pair of sweats, he turns the PS5 on. Ragnar and Rollo plop down on the couch on either side of the both of you, freshly returned from their habitual morning stroll around the yard. You snuggle up to Simon, basking in his warmth while watching him play.

A perfect lazy family day.

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drop every headcanon of the bucci gang NOW!

ON IT BOSS!!!

--- pookie bear bruno hcs first <3

BRUNO BUCCIARATI IS 100% GAY FOR LEONE ABBACCHIO

they just kinda live together

bruabba holds a special place in my heart

bruno's probably stressed out 24/7

VERY FEMININE GUY

hes got soft features yk?

probably spends like 3 hours doing his hair in the morning

ISTG HE PROBABLY SMELLS SO GOOD

I like to think that he legally adopted Fugo after fugso bugso joined that gang

SHUT UP IT MAKES ME HAPPY

poor guy overworks himself WAY too often

he also has the most gorgeous eyelashes you'll ever see

and they're natural, too

THIS MAN HAS EYEBAGS

he's tired af half the time, idk what you expected

he tries to help fugo control his anger (bc he's a loving mother) (giorno does it better tho)

i reckon bruno's pansexual tbh, he just seems like he wouldn't give a shit about his partner's gender

he likes going fishing

brought Abbacchio along one time

abba got seasick and threw up

he likes to accessorize his hair (hence the mitochondria hair clips)

sometimes he'll let the others accessorize his hair, too

trish makes it look really cute

abba makes it look stunning (bc it's his boyfriend)

narancia just puts random shit in his hair

Mista sings loudly (and badly) to be a little shit while he does Bruno's hair (it turns out surprisingly ok)

giorno deadass just puts a shit ton of stars in his hair

fugo gets mad and almost rips a chunk of Bruno's hair out

Bruno's guilty pleasure is midnight snacks

abbacchio caught him eating a whole ass tub of ice cream while watching il postino: the postman at like 2 in the morning

they watched it together and cuddled afterwards

hot goth

gay for bruno

he probably watches those make up youtube channels

if he didn't join passione he could be a make up artist

lets trish practice on him

HE SEES NARANCIA AS HIS SON AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

he's full on protective of nara too

i like to give abbacchio sharper features when i draw him tbh

also a larger nose

and while we're at it, let's hook that bad boy (the nose)

he and bruno go on wine testing dates

he has very frequent and reoccurring nightmares

(its why he sleeps with bruno)

his parents cut contact when they found out he was a dirty cop :(

this man saw narancia on his first day in the gang and accepted his fate as a father LMAO

he's a gay man and you can't tell he's not. Never felt attraction towards women

he feels like time moves by too fast. Everything happens so quickly and he wishes he could go back and just relive certain parts of his life over and over again because he feels like everything happens so quickly now that he's older and it overwhelms him (this definitely isn't me projecting what're you talking about)

moody blues is sort of the representation of this

SENTIENT MOODY BLUES SUPREMACY BY THE WAY

Moody blues is curvy and i won't accept anything else

make moody look goddamn feminine

not too feminine obviously but like

moody looks like a woman compared to abbacchio

tells people he can't dance but he definitely can

just play the right music and give him enough wine and he'll be dancing like he's never danced before (only in private tho)

YOOUU CAN DANCE, YOOUU CAN JIIVVEEEEE~~

EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO HALF-DECADE HANGOVER BY WILL WOOD I JUST THINK OF ABBACCHIO

and maybe euthanasia by will wood too

not even kidding, abbacchio has the same body type as a greek god

also the strongest guy in the team

the guy that has a dream

GIORNO. WHERE DO I FUCKING START.

I love this weird ass fucking guy

gay for fugo. that's all I'm gonna say.

I KNOW HE ACTED FRUITY W/ MISTA BUT IT'S BC HE'S A LITTLE SHIT WHO LIKES TO FLIRT WITH HIS FRIENDS AS A JOKE

not abba or bruno tho (they're too old for his taste)

remember that one seen where he and mista are up against cioccolata (fuck him btw) and they do that gay ass pose?

prime example of giorno being a little shit

putting his hand down mista's pants was an accident by the way, he just said "fuck it" and went with it

he probably showed the gang the thing he could do with his ear

they had very mixed reactions

one day (before the gang) he woke up and saw his roots were blond and he just went like "sigh, guess I have to grow my hair out and become barbie

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE TWINK

also bc his dad is dio I like to think that he sunburns easily

he can also see really well and the dark

"It's so dark in here, I can't see shit!" "I can, there's a light switch over there."

everyone was confused as hell bc it was pitch black in that room

this man is gay. he likes BOYS and BOYS ONLY

i like to think Giorno's a mischievous lil guy

he does something silly then giggles and runs away

it's to make up for the fact that he didn't have a proper childhood

ALSO CURLY HAIR GIORNO SUPREMACY

his hair is gorgeous and luxurious AND SO FUCKING CURLY

he uses about 20 hair products every day (21 if he's going on a date)

he can calm fugo down so easily too

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU NARANCIA-" "Hi fugo!" "Oh, hey Giorno."

it's really scary (according to narancia and mista)

this man loves gardening

born to be a gardener, forced to be a gangstar

autistic (it runs in the family)

the stink

Mista is the type of guy who showers once or twice a week

he only washes his clothes when they get too dirty

I like to make this man a little wider honestly

GIVE THIS MAN SOME CHUB PLEASE

he's muscular, but he's gotta have a little meat on there too

I like to think that Mista outright REFUSES to shave

the only place that he can grow barely any hair is his face

never shaved his face. He doesn't have much facial hair and he'll be damned if he ever has to get rid of the little that he has

bffs with trish btw

they make fun of each other all the time

in a friendly way

he honestly looks the least gay out of everyone

probably bi with a heavy preference towards girls (he had a boyfriend one time tho)

STINKS SO BAD IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY

sometimes he shoves Narancia's face in his armpit for fun

I'm not even kidding Narancia probably threw up one time bc Mista stank so bad

older brother figure to EVERYONE

Giorno? that's his baby brother. Narancia? his favourite brother. Trish? his little sister. Fugo? that's his angry little brother.

I have so many mista headcanons it's unreal

his hair is so fucking curly istg

and it's black too

very short tho. also super greasy

his love language is physical touch, but not in the usual physical touch way

he won't really hug people or hold hands or just do something normal, oh no

my guy likes to pick people up and throw them over his shoulder

it's definitely not to show off how strong he is

definitely

everything about him is so crusty

he literally gets along with anyone tho

you can't tell me this guy DOESN'T smoke weed

not very often but like

once every month or two he'll get high to relax

he stopped after Giorno took over as boss (bc yk, drugs are a no no)

he probably thinks France isn't real tbh (but as a joke to annoy fugo)

I HAVE MORE MISTA HEADCANONS BUT I HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT BECAUSE I NEED TO MOVE ON TO THE OTHERS

angry strawb (lots of angst in this one)

fugo is deeply in love with Giorno (FUGIO FOR LIFE)

a little bit of angst warning btw

bc of his past, fugo HATES physical touch

if someone touches him he will flinch

very uncomfortable in crowded places

Mista's love language is physical touch, but he refrains himself from touching Fugo

it's really sweet

"HEY FUGO! Lemme give you a high-five! Wait, no, you don't like that. Have this cool rock I found instead!"

he's trying

Fugo really appreciates it

after phf, he let Mista be one of the two people who can touch him (the other person is Giorno)

Fugo just randomly hugged him one day and that was that

he was really distraught when he found out Narancia, Bruno and abba died

especially Bruno

like I said before, Bruno adopted him after he joined the gang, so he genuinely saw Bruno as a father figure

definitely called Bruno "dad" in private

He genuinely cried when he realized he missed Bruno's funeral

MOVING ON TO THE NON ANGSTY STUFF BC IM GONNA CRY

when he's a bad mood, he listens to music with Abbacchio (his dad's cool boyfriend who he looks up to)

will correct any and all spelling or grammar mistakes

nerd supreme

i like to headcanon that Fugo's albino

(MANGA FUGO FOR LIFE)

he's really sensitive to sunlight because of it

his vision isn't that good, too

it's not bad enough to the point where he can't read and all that, but it definitely bothers him

since it wasn't too serious, he got some glasses that corrected his vision

he only really wears them when he's reading now, but he used to wear them all the time when he was younger

GOD I HAVE A LOT OF FUGO HEADCANONS

sometimes he wakes up and there's just a bouquet of flowers at the foot of his bed (I WONDER WHO THAT WAS HMMMM)

Narancia's like a little brother towards him

he doesn't care that nara's a year older than him, that's his brother

genuinely will forget to eat if he isn't reminded (me projecting)

i have more but i'm gonna have to end it here

BABY BOY <3

I LOVE NARANCIA I HAVE A NARANCIA PLUSHIE (and a giorno one but that's less important)

he originally had really good eyesight, but after his eye got infected his eyesight just kinda went bad

his eyes expired

but seriously though (woah no way, silly little guy can be serious?), he's almost blind in the eye that got infected

doesn't wanna wear glasses bc "they'll ruin his reputation"

he's also really short compared to everyone else in the team

he's really insecure about it

can and will fight anyone who says something even remotely teases him for his height

low iron for sure (me too bud, me too)

Abbacchio just took on the role as his father and makes sure he eats all his food

"But it tastes badddd" "Eat it or I'll shove it down your throat. Also, it has good iron."

he ate it, but was very pouty about it the whole time

mista will point at things made of iron and say shit like "that's what you need" or "you should eat that to get your iron levels up"

skinny but he's really strong

my guy has a six pack but looks scrawny as hell

Mista's jealous of him lmao

"Why do YOU get a six pack?!" "because you're fat"

Mista then forced Narancia to smell his armpits (they were rank)

he does a lot of shit with Mista lmao

partners in crime

he got high with mista one time and never did it again

oddly flexible

he's probably dyslexic

the girlboss

live laugh love Trish

lesbian fr

she practices makeup on Abbacchio

another one that sees abba as a father figure

they point each other's nails and go shopping together

Mista's bff fr

they do karaoke together

yk that one tiktok sound that was that like "OH SHIT IT'S IN KOREAN" and then starts singing it perfectly anyway

that's her and Mista

Mista's the one that sings it lmao

i don't have that many headcanons for trish tbh

she likes to try out new hairstyles a lot

they're always short tho

she doesn't like growing out her hair

says it's too much of hassle

we love trish in the household

she has freckles (from doppio)

yk those weird ass dots diavolo has in his hair? she has those but they're less noticeable

talks shit about people with abbacchio

she likes ranting about stuff to giorno bc he's a good listener

big fan of scented candles

gave mista soap for his birthday

she has frequent headaches (something she got from doppio, bc i hc that he has frequent headaches)

ANYWAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW

do you wanna hear about my la squadra headcanons? Doppio and Diavolo??? PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD HEADCANONS JUST LET ME RANT-

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