#I’m also Very Bad at staying in touch so sorry to all the people who I’ve talked to like. once and then forgot to keep up with it

[oharaslover]

hear me out, we already know Miguel is probably touch-starved, but imagine him being really touch-starved. Maybe the reader is a baker or smth so she's naturally sweet (wink wink nudge nudge) and maybe just a little chubby. Miguel is always shy about asking readers for small things, like kisses and hugs, but she's really nice about it.

One day, Miguel has had a bad day and goes over to the reader's house for cuddles and is very grumpy about it, which makes reader kinda surprised and flustered to see how demanding he is about it. But as he's cuddling with her, he is very touchy per se and won't stop kneading parts of reader's thighs and shmoobis, which makes her really flustered but she doesn't want to ruin Miguel's moment

this could be smutty but fluff and the end because Miguel deserves a little sweetness in his life

sweetest bite

pairing: miguel o’hara x chubby fem reader

contents: thigh fucking, nipple play, mating press, miguel being a munch (as per usual), oral (m), improper use of frosting, aftercare(ish)

author’s note: i’m so behind on requests i’m so sorry, i promise i’ll get to work on them 😭 i hope you still enjoy this though. trying sum new with the whole layout so lmk your thots 🥸

word count: 6.8k (yeah idk how to explain this one chief)

You were the sweetest thing miguel allowed himself to indulge in. Well, you and your pastries. He'd gotten so used to sacrificing his happiness for the better of the multiverse, of sacrificing everything that he had to give just to make sure that it stayed intact. But, he couldn't stay away from the little baker that set shop on 11th street in Nueva York.

"You should go and visit this little shop I found a couple days ago. The empanadas are to die for," Jess had told him after the last batch at the HQ hadn't been up to par with his standards. He wasn't expecting much out of his visit, the most he was hoping for was decent replacement for the botched empanadas and a cup of coffee. After all, Jess had never strayed him in the wrong direction in terms of food.

The scent of cinnamon and a pinch of vanilla filled up his nostrils as he walked into the shop, the aroma providing a homely feeling. It didn't compare to the other shops scattered around the city, the ones who smelt like stale bread and probably had rats scattering around in this back. Every single space from the shop looked clean, the white floors beneath his feet almost showing his reflection.

No, this was one was nice. From the peonies that you had on a vase at the front desk to the sheer decoration of the walls, a couple paintings scattered across the pink and white walls. Nothing looked out of place, everything seemed to coordinate perfectly. The lofi music playing in the background only added to the atmosphere, putting him in a more relaxed mood than he originally was. His jaw unclenched and his muscles were slack, a sense of calmness rushing through him.

The people inside also seemed to have a silent understanding that the atmosphere was supposed to be relaxing, conversations exchanged in light whispers. It was a nice change of pace from the usual bustling streets of Nueva York, almost like a place where time seemed to stop completely. A place that was an escape from the city, a safe haven of sorts. It provided him with a sense of normalcy he wasn't even aware that he wanted.

He normally didn't spend time appreciating the aesthetic of a place given how busy his schedule was, but he could see the appeal of this little shop. He almost regretted not finding this shop earlier, it provided with more relaxation than he'd ever find at the empty tables of the HQ cafeteria. There was nobody here that knew him, nobody there to avoid his presence or criticize his actions. Everyone just regarded him like he was one of their own, continuing on with their conversations.

What Jess had failed to mention to him before he came here is that the owner would be so enthralling. You weren't doing much apart from tapping something into the register yet you still managed to capture his attention. He wanted to look away to avoid coming off as a creep but his eyes seemed to defy his brain's instructions, keeping his attention solely for you. The chatter in the background died to a low hum as he watched you hand a paper bag to the man in front of you.

"How's your wife and kids?" He couldn't help but be taken aback when the question slipped from your lips, surprised at the gesture. Most of the people in Nueva York were so consumed in their own lives that they didn't bother to remember much about anybody else, much less ask any questions that didn't serve them an individual gain. Even with his enhanced hearing, all he could focus was on what you were saying like a siren luring him in.

He could tell from the little smile on your face that the man was engaging in the conversation, your hands struggling to keep up as you talked with him. He'd overheard you mention something about packing in a few extra cookies for the kids, his heart swelling at a gesture that wasn't even meant for him. You and the man kept talking for about another minute before he told you goodbye and you waved at him as he departed the shop. Miguel was next in line, but he felt his feet stuck to the ground like quicksand.

He was so enticed by the sight of you, the way your eyes illuminated under the white lights. Lighting that would normally make someone appear sickly only seemed to accentuate your features out to him even more. "Next, please," your voice came out like sheer honey to his ears, snapping him out of the trance he was in. He took two steps forward, coming up to the register. He'd spent so much of time simply just looking at you that he hadn't even bothered to look over the menu. You didn't annoyed at him for holding up the line, your finger tapping against the marble countertop as you waited for his decision.

"I'll get two of your conchas and three of your empanadas with a hot roast coffee," he finally spoke up after a while, looking over from the menu to you. "You want the empanadas made out of flour or corn?" You inquired after typing the order into the register. "I’ll get corn, please," he pulled out his wallet as he spoke, handing you much more than the amount showing up on the screen. You tried to give him back the change, but it only ended up in the pink tip jar you had set next to the register.

"Can I get a name for your order, please?" You asked him before he had the chance to walk away, his footsteps coming to a stop before he turned over to face you. "Miguel," he responded before he finally stepped away, leaving you feeling flustered and confused. The way his voice sounded to your ears was something out of pure sin, a part of you wanting to indulge in that as much as possible. But you refused to make a big deal out of the mildly handsome customer, refused to make a big deal out of the fleeting glances he shot your way and the way he also seemed to feel a spark between the two of you when your hands touched.

You could feel his stare as you kneaded the dough, but you didn't seem to mind it all that much. It seemed more like he was analyzing you, the way that you moved rather than something predatory. You had a small radio set up in the back to liven up the mood while you were baking, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the salsa song playing. You hummed along to the beat, setting the pan in the oven. You leaned against the counter as you waited, all the other goods pretty much set for another couple hours.

"Miguel!" You called out, watching as he got off the spot he was leaning on and walked over to you. He thanked you once you handed him the paper bag, his fingertips almost seeming to purposely want to touch yours this time around. Nope. Not gonna make a big deal out it. You forced yourself to look away from him as he stepped away from the counter, plastering a smile on your face as you greeted the next customer coming in. Greta. You'd taken the time to learn these people's names and learn what it is that they tended to get just to give them a sense of being seen.

The first bite of the concha had been delectable, a low moan escaping from his lips as he savored the taste of the warm cinnamon and vanilla blending together. He hadn't had a concha like this one since he took a business trip to Mexico. While Nueva York was quickly adjusting to fit the needs of the diversifying population, it didn't mean that every restaurant provided that taste of home he was longing for. Most of them just felt like a cheap replacement of the real thing, the taste usually bland and lacking seasoning.

But now he had an entirely different dilemma on his hands. a part of him wanted to eat the concha slowly, savor every bite of the treat while the other part of him wanted to scarf it down as quickly as he could. Eventually he lost the battle against his self control, eating the two conchas and one of the empanadas. Every part of this evening had surpassed his expectations, the empanadas being more than 'decent.' He would normally be more careful in the way that he ate, but now, crumbs were making their way down his black shirt and to his pants. Yet, he could seem to care less.

"How'd you like the treats? I haven't seen you around before so I'm assuming it's your first time," You asked him as he stepped up to the register, your head tilting back slightly to look at the man in the eyes. The afternoon sunlight coming from the door accentuated his eyes, almost making them look like a melting pot of rubies. While your shop was met with various different people everyday at almost every hour, you knew that you couldn't forget him even if you tried. His name still rang like a melody throughout your head.

"Liked them so much i'm planning on buying another concha," he told you, sliding one hand into the pocket of his pants to take his wallet out. "I'm glad you liked them so much. That'll be two dollars," you told him, taking the money from him and setting it in the cash register. You waved at him as he left, convincing yourself that the look back he gave after stepping out of the shop hadn't been for you. Even if you really wished that it would've been. All you could do was just hope that he would come back again soon.

Going back to work had proven to be more of a struggle than he originally thought, His mind replaying the small moments between the two of you. Your hand grazing against his as you handed him the cup of coffee. The smile that seemed to be just a little bit wider when directed towards him. He could still feel his hand tingling from the spot where you'd touched him, your touch electrifying him every way possible.

"For fuck's sake," he muttered to himself as he opened up one of the files on the monitors, the words blurring together despite his best efforts to maintain his focus. He felt like a fool, being in his 30s and obsessing over somebody in this manner like he was a school boy. Despite the fact that he felt like a fool, he couldn't help the smile that threatened to overcome his features at just the mere thought of seeing you again in that little pink apron. All he could do was munch on the extra concha that he'd bought, his mind constantly wandering back to you.

Miguel hadn't attempted to be in a relationship after finding his ex and his father sleeping together, the experience being enough to traumatize him for this lifetime and the next. He'd given up on being a romantic, of going through the motions of learning what a woman's favorite color was and gifting her flowers that ended up wilting by the hour. He'd engaged in a few hookups from time to time, though he only ended up feeling like an asshole afterwards. They expected his call back, only to have their text not even go through. But.. he wasn't interested in you for that.

Sure, he could admit it to himself that you were probably one of the most beautiful women he's laid eyes on. The way your hips moved in the shop was hypnotic, the small movement making all sorts of domestic thoughts run through his head. But he wanted to know what it was that made you tick, what made you laugh, what it is that made you cry. He didn't see you as a prize to gain, but rather as something that he wanted to treasure. Someone that he could see himself coming home to after a long day of work.

The week following his first visit, he'd been buried under mountains of work. Whether it be misplaced files, a sudden surge of anomalies popping up, or just the daily Spider-Man activities that he was tasked with. He'd been looking for a spare opportunity to go back into your shop, maybe ask for your number this time around, but that opportunity usually got shot down with the amount of work he had due. He'd only managed to get a couple glimpses of you when he happened to swing by your store a couple times, his memory saving the moment like an sd card.

He'd managed to get a few moments to himself on a Friday, leaving immediately to go to your bakery before he got stopped by one of the members. He'd barely had one interaction with you and he was already starting to feel depraved having to go a couple days without talking to you. The bell placed on top of the door announced his arrival as he came in, your attention shifting from the counter you were restocking over to the door. You looked as beautiful as every time he's had the pleasure of seeing you.

"Thought you might've found another bakery to go to, Miguel. After you complimented my conchas too," you spoke first, giving him a teasing smile as he approached the counter. "There's no other bakery that would be able to size up to this one. I just got busy with work is all," he knew that you were just teasing him, but he still wanted to explain himself to you. Though he wasn't sure if you'd even thought about him that much. but surely you had, since you noted his absence. He was struggling the same as you were not to let these little gestures go to his head.

"Do you want what you got last time?" You asked him, his heartbeat thundering against his own ears. It was like you were trying to kill him now. He could understand why so many people came to your bakery now, for that feeling of being seen by you. Of getting that sense of meaning something to someone, well at least enough for you to remember their order. "Make it three conchas instead of two this time, please," he responded, once again giving you way much more than the amount had totaled out to be before going to wait for his order.

All he knew was that he had to have more than the complimentary conversation with you, but he couldn't figure out how to approach it. "The shop isn't too busy, what would you say to having a cup of coffee with me?" He mustered up the courage to ask you, his gaze almost burning into your soul as he waited for an answer. He hoped that he wouldn't push you away with this sudden offer, hoping that it hadn't been too forward on his part. He'd meant for it as a friendly outing for you to relax a while, but he wouldn't be able to deny the fact that he was already thinking of how to ask you on a date.

You looked around the shop to find that it was indeed empty, only a couple people talking amongst themselves left. Even if someone walked in, you had another employee that would be able to assist them. "Sure, let me just go hang up my apron and I’ll go join you," you finally spoke up after taking a couple seconds to consider, turning around to mask the excitement threatening to overcome your body. You slid off your apron and set it to the side, getting yourself a cup of coffee before walking over to the booth Miguel was sitting at. It almost felt ridiculous to admit to yourself that you were able to now find him in every room that he stepped in with ease.

"How long have you been a baker for?" He asked you after taking a bite of his concha, wiping away the crumbs that lingered onto his white shirt. "I've been baking for some time now, since I was in like middle school? I used to practice with an easy bake oven when I was younger before evolving into actually edible things," you shared with him, your eyes practically lighting up at the prospect of getting to talk about something that meant a lot to you. Conversation flowed easily enough between the two of you, an exchange of questions being asked from both sides.

You looked up over to the door when you heard the bell ringing, the second wave of customers walking in. As much as you would've liked to continue talking with him, you knew that your one employee wouldn't be able to handle the rush by themselves. "It was lovely talking to you. but I have to get going back to work," you stood up from the table as you spoke, grabbing the empty cup of coffee. Before you got the chance to walk away though, Miguel wrapped his arm around your wrist. Not tight enough for it to hurt, but certainty enough for it to make you stop in your tracks.

"I want to go on a date with you. I'd really like to keep talking with you, if that's something you wanted," he told you, his grip around your wrist loosening before eventually letting go. You grabbed a napkin from the corner of the table and a pen from your pocket, hastily scribbling out your number on it. "Just text me and we can work something out. I want to keep talking to you too," you responded before you went back to work, though your mind wasn't too much on the baked goods as much as it was on Miguel for the rest of the evening.

Your first date with Miguel was something that you'd never forget, the way he looked over at you every time you had something to share about yourself or the way that he let some of his walls down to let you pass through. But the way that his lips felt against yours was the most memorable part of the evening, your apartment lights just illuminating enough for you to make out the shape of his face. Every date following that one was a moment of absolute bliss, time seeming to stop whenever you two were together.

You were at the dining table when he came back from work, your brows furrowed in concentration as you mixed the bowl in your hands. The sweet aroma of vanilla reminded him that he was home again. The light at the end of a tunnel. it almost got him out of the mood that he was in. Almost. The exhaustion and annoyance from the day managed to maintain their claws on him, his footsteps trudging up the stairs as he went to change. He deactivated his suit, pulling a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tee over himself before going back downstairs.

You'd heard the door open but you were surprised to find that Miguel didn't bother to greet you the same way he used to. 'Cariño, ya llegue,' he'd say after a long day at work, (honey i’m home) Usually taking a seat across from you at the dining table just to hear you talk about your day. You figured that he just needed some space, that he'd come to you if he wanted that sense of intimacy from you again. You busied yourself with mixing in the dry ingredients along with the wet ones, almost ready to put the batter in the oven.

"Missed you so bad, hermosura," you heard from behind you, large arms wrapping around your stomach while his head rested on your shoulder. You were about to tell him that the sentiment was mutual when you felt his hands making their way up to your breasts, kneading them in his hands. He let out a contented sigh as he felt your body mold underneath his hands, having you turn into putty at just the smallest touch. He'd never been this touchy with you before, well he'd never been the one to start off this type of contact.

As much as he liked the feeling of your lips molding against his, the feeling of having your body pressed against him with every hug that he gave you, he never asked for it. He was just.. too shy to even try to start it off. He figured that it would come off as something weird, that his inexperience towards having intimate moments would be shed into the light. He knew that you wouldn't make fun of him for that, but a part of him couldn't help but be wary. He usually just tended to wait until you came up to him, wrapping your arms around him as you sought out for the comfort that only he could provide.

You felt your body being ignited into flames from the way he was touching, your body a manual that he had read thousands of times before. He knew everything that would turn your little head off to anything other than him. You didn't want to stop him now that he was feeling comfortable enough to initiate contact with you, but you'd almost mixed in a spoonful of salt rather than sugar. You willed yourself to finish up with the batter, your hands shaking as you brought the electric mixer down to the bowl.

"Miguel, lemme focus on finishing up with this batch and we can do whatever you want after that," you tried to negotiate with him, the plea landing on deaf ears as his hands travelled down to the expanse of your ass. Your back was arching instinctively, reacting solely to his commands. Sometimes it felt like he had more control of your body than you ever did, every little thing that he did serving a purpose to arouse you even further. He squeezed gently, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as he nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder.

"Don't let me interrupt you. Sigue con tus pastelitos e ignora mis caricias," his voice dropped about an octave as he spoke, his lips dangerously close to your ear. (keep at it with your cupcakes and ignore my caresses) Surely he must've known that what he was telling you to do was pointless. He knew the effect that he had on your body, knows the effect that he's having on you at this moment. You let out a small sigh of relief once the batter had finished mixing in, pouring it in slowly into the pan. You stepped off to the side, putting the pan inside the oven before turning to face Miguel.

"Let me just have your thighs, I won't ask for more," he murmured, his hands coming down to your thighs while his thumbs rubbed small circles on them. At your approval, he went over and sat down at the dining table, his legs spreading to give you access to sit down. He looked like a king sitting down on his throne, his large thighs taking up most of the space on the chair. Almost like he demanded respect. His thighs flexed with every movement, your legs moving on their own accord to get closer to him.

"You have approximately," you started off, your eyes shifting over to the small clock on the kitchen counter, "ten minutes." He let out a small chuckle, lifting his hips up to slide his sweatpants just underneath his balls. He'd made it a habit of going commando underneath his suit, the habit following into his daily attire as well. His cock was already starting to leak precum onto his stomach despite the fact you two hadn't done anything too extreme yet. "That's okay. I only needed nine anyways."

You sat down in between his legs, squeezing your thighs together while the tip of his cock prodded at the underside of your legs. You felt the chair creaking underneath you as he thrusted his hips into your thighs. "Would've done this sooner if I would've known it felt this good. Love your thighs so much, mami," despite the fact that he tried to keep up with his dominant persona, he would do anything if it meant he got to have you like this again.

His hands travelled up his your shirt, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. Your back was flush against his chest as your mouth slightly opened, heavy breaths escaping from your lips. His slick coated the insides of your thighs, wetting them in his essence. Your hand went down to where the tip of his cock was poking through, your thumb rubbing small circles alongside the tip.

"Close your legs a little more for me mami."

"Yeah, just like that," he managed to get out through labored breaths, your thighs squeezing his cock in a similar way that your pussy would. You felt his mouth making its way down your throat, nibbling on the sensitive spots that would have you squirming. His touch was everywhere except for where you needed him the most, your desperation towards the situation growing even further. For someone who'd only agreed to thigh fucking, you seemed to be regretting it already.

You felt your slick leaking down from your folds down to the thin material of your panties, one of your hands reaching down to alleviate the tension building inside you. You hadn't even managed to make it to the waistband before Miguel was already pulling your fingers away, holding it with his other hand. "So greedy. Only I'm allowed to please that little pussy, remember," he warned you, though his voice carried no actual sense of danger to it given how needy he sounded. He made it a point to be the only one to please you, not your own fingers and certainly not anybody else's fingers.

He was rutting into your thighs at an erratic pace, no sense of stability as he felt his balls start to tighten up with every second that your warm thighs enveloped him. That was until he heard the loud 'RING' from the countertop. "No te pares. I'm almost there," he tried to speak over the sound of the timer's ring but you were already standing up by the time he'd finished speaking. (don’t stand up) You wiped away the sweat that accumulated on your forehead, taking a couple deep breaths to get your breathing back to normal.  "What happened to only needing nine minutes?"

He let out a small huff as he pulled his sweatpants back on, staying seated at the dinner table. Miguel wanted nothing more than to take you right now, but he was willing to be patient for a couple more minutes. You bent over to take the cupcakes out of the oven, the scent of vanilla hitting your nose instantly. You almost jumped at the feeling of miguel's hands rubbing your ass through your panties if it hadn't been for the fact you had a hot pan in your hands. You placed the pan down, taking the cupcakes out of it and setting them on a plate to get them ready for the frosting portion.

"Ah fuck," you trembled out as you felt Miguel's breath fan against your wet cunt, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sensation. "Already so wet and I haven't even touched her yet," he murmured, spreading your folds with two of his fingers. He let a globe of spit trail from your ass down to your cunt, feeling his cock strain against his sweatpants. He could feel your clit pulsing underneath his fingertips, your body betraying you when you said you wanted to wait. You wanted this as much as he did. If not, maybe even more.

You pushed your hips back onto his face as he pushed his tongue into your wet cunt, feeling your slick coat every single one of his tastebuds at the contact. He knew how proud you were of the baked goods you made, but none of them would ever compare to the taste of your essence. The frosting on the cupcakes started to come out lopsided as you tried to squeeze it on, your hands shaking every time you tried to bring the pipe up to them. "Don't stop," you moaned out, eventually just giving up on the task of trying to keep frosting the cupcakes. The perfectionist in you couldn't stand seeing the sight of the uneven plaster of frosting.

Miguel ate out your cunt like he was a starving man, the task messy as he spat into it and pushed his tongue inside you. Your slick mixed with his spit, the taste of you almost making him delirious. You gripped the countertop tightly, your eyes fluttered shut as you basked in everything that Miguel was giving you. His tongue swirled around your clit in small circles, the sudden stimulation having your toes curling and your eyes seeing stars. You turned around to look at him, your slick coating majority of his chin while some of it dribbled down to his shirt. His eyes were tightly shut as he focused on the task at hand, almost seeming more into it than you were.

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging at the roots as you pushed him closed to your pussy. He'd vocalized before about how much he liked the mixture of pain and pleasure, a moan vibrating into your cunt as a response. You felt yourself getting closer to that climax, Miguel’s tongue continuing its motions on your clit while his thick fingers opened you up to take his cock later on. You let out an exasperated sigh when you felt him pull away from you just as you were about to cum, though that was quickly shut down when he pressed his lips onto yours.

You got down on your knees, wet kisses marking his tan skin as you made your way down his stomach. You looked over at him, the sight in front of you truly something to behold. His head was lolled back, half-lidded eyes as he met your gaze. His chest heaved with every breath that he took, growing heavier as he felt your lips starting to make their way down his happy trail. He'd stopped bothering to shave it after noticing how much you liked it, the way you licked your lips every time his sweatpants clung a little too low on his hips.

Though his cock was twitching with need right in front of you, painfully erect, you decided to take your time. You kissed his inner thighs, occasionally marking him the same way he'd do to you. Your fingernails raked their way down his thighs, the muscles tensing underneath your touch. You wanted to tease him just as much as he'd teased you earlier, wanting some type of comeback after your ruined orgasm. You delivered a couple more kisses before making your way to his cock, pressing a kiss on the reddened tip.

“Hand me that bag of frosting, please," your voice came out uncharacteristically seductive to your own ears. You'd grown so used to being the sweet girl at the bakery that you hadn't expected yourself to even be a seductress. Miguel reached over to grab the pipe with vanilla frosting inside, handing it over to you. You squirted a little bit of the frosting onto his shaft, setting the pipe aside before leaning in. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tongue licking the stripe of frosting up before pulling away. "Think you're gonna kill me, little minx."

Miguel's hands went down to the sides of your head as you took him in your throat, soft moans escaping from his lips. Spit dribbled down the side of his shaft, your hand wrapping around it as you worked it up and down. Though your hand was smaller than his, he enjoyed the feeling of having you jerk him off. Your touch felt more delicate than his own, which tended to be a series of harsh thrusts just to get a quick orgasm. Your mouth came down to his cock again, taking him in much deeper than last time.

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to make up for what your mouth couldn't reach, both working in tandem. Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to take him in deeper, willing the muscles in your throat to relax while you did so. "That's it, taking me so well. Nadie me lo chupa mejor que tu," he praised you as you bobbed your head up and down his cock, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth.

As much as he wanted to cum inside your mouth and see the way that you struggled to sometimes keep his heavy load inside, he wanted nothing more than to cum inside your pussy beforehand. He pulled you off as the height of his peak, watching your eyes flicker over to his in confusion. You were pretty sure you were doing everything that he wanted you to do from his reactions, the way his moans just so freely escaped from his mouth.

"You didn't do anything wrong. just want to cum inside you before anything else," he assured you after seeing the expression of your face, helping you up from the floor. He wiped away the precum mixed in with your spit from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, holding it against your lips. He watched as your tongue darted out before enveloping his finger into your mouth. The way your tongue wrapped around it was heavenly, your eyes shutting as you cleaned off his finger.

Miguel went over to the sink and ran a paper towel under cold water, cleaning any remnants of the frosting that might've been left behind. The last thing the both of you needed was for you to get a UTI as a result from this encounter. He came back over to you, kissing your cheek and muttering some apology about the cupcakes. Not that you cared about them anyways, all you could think about was Miguel having his way with you. He grabbed your hand and intertwined with his, leading you out of the kitchen and out into the living room.

Miguel led you over to the couch, raising your knees up to your chest. You placed your hands underneath your legs, watching as Miguel gave himself a couple languid strokes before slowly pushing his cock inside. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned out as he felt your walls fluttering against him, your cunt stretching to adjust to him. Your mouth was parted in a 'o' shape as he pushed his cock even further, your wetness coating his shaft with every delicious inch that he pushed inside.

He loved looking down at you in this position, at how your face contorted into one of pleasure as the sting from the stretch settled in. The way that your tits bounced in sync with every single one of his punishing thrusts. He loved every single part of you, even the parts that you found yourself complaining about at times. He wanted to drill into your head that you were desire embodied, that nobody would be able to compare to the way that you do. No one was even close to comparing to you in his eyes.

Your body was basically bent in half as you laid there to take every single inch that he had to offer, the tip of his cock bulging against your tummy. "Feel how deep I am in you, mami?" He murmured, pressing his hand down where he was at before retreating his cock in one swift motion. The loss was quickly replaced when he thrusted back inside you, relishing the feeling of your walls clenching around him like a vice.

His heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust that he made, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the otherwise empty apartment. The loud squelch of your essence coating his cock added onto the symphony of sounds, moans escaping from the two of you as he started to get deeper with his thrusts. You felt filled up to the brim, yet it almost felt like you weren't getting enough. The desire you felt for Miguel wasn't something that was easily satiated, if anything it only grew more with the attention that he was giving you.

The hand that wasn't holding your legs came over to his arm, gripping it tightly for some kind of thing to tether you down to the moment. Your pussy clamped around him a vice, prompting him closer to his orgasm. He prolonged it as long as he could, reciting useless science facts inside of his head. An octopus has three hearts. Though his stamina was high enough to get hard after his orgasm, he didn't want to ruin the moment between the two of you by cumming prematurely.

One of his hands went down to your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves between his thumb and pointer finger. He rubbed small circles on it, his speed matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your nails dug into his forearm the harder that his thrusts got, the pain only serving to accentuate his pleasure. "Fuck. Pussy's practically milking me," he uttered, his voice coming out in a groan at the way you were squeezing around him.

Your legs dropped down from your chest, wrapping around his legs as you held him close to you. If he'd even fathomed the idea of pulling out beforehand, the idea was quickly removed from the forefront of his brain the moment you did that. "Cum in me, please," your voice came out whiny as you felt yourself getting closer to that release, your toes curling from every rub being given to your clit. "Cum with me."

His hand enveloped yours as he slid in and out of you with ease, his pace having no rhythm now that he was approaching his orgasm. His thrusts were erratic as he worked the two of you towards that cliff, his fingers gripping yours tightly as if you were a lifeline. Warm ropes of cum shot up your cunt, your walls coated in white up to the brim. His orgasm had prompted your own, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you creamed over his shaft.

Your release mixed with his to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, some of the liquid leaking out from your cunt. He stuffed it back in with the tip of his cock to the best of his ability, a moan escaping from your throat at the feeling of him sliding in once more. While you could usually match his stamina pretty well, it'd been days since you'd last had sex with him. You were starting to feel worn out from the physical strain he'd put your body through. You wouldn’t change this feeling of euphoria for anything else though.

Miguel slid his softening cock out of your cunt slowly, careful not to overstimulate you in the process. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. "You did so good for me, lindura," he whispered in your ear, stroking your thighs in soft circles before standing up from the couch. "Stay there and I'll come back with some clothes."

You looked over at him and gave him a nod, your body falling limp on the couch as you felt an ache forming on your legs. You closed your eyes for a second, or what you'd assumed was a second, only to open them to see Miguel standing over you with a pair of pajama shirts and one of his t-shirts. "Try to sit up for me. You don't have to anything," he reassured you, getting to work on cleaning you up before dressing you after you'd sat up.

The two of you sat on the couch with a cheesy romance movie the two of you weren't watching, each holding a cupcake. His hand wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to his body as his hand lazily drew circles on the side of your stomach. "I see why you liked that thing with the frosting. It's pretty sweet," he noted after taking a bite from his cupcake, leaning over to grab some that was sitting on your nose for a while. You let out a small contented laugh, poking the side of his cheek. There was no other place that you'd rather be other than his arms at this moment.

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[onepiece-fics]

Sanji x picky eater!Reader

Description: Reader is a picky eater and doesn’t dare to tell Sanji. The chef, however, needs to get to the bottom of why you’re giving Luffy all your shrimp. Gender-neutral reader.

Word Count: 1187 

Warnings: Slight angst (mostly fluff though), Sanji is very flirty, mentions of difficult food habits.

Requested by anon<3

You feel bad about it, but as you sit by the dinner table you can’t help but pick at some of the food on your plate. Dinner for tonight was shrimp paella, cooked by the amazing chef himself. Of course, anyone who knew of Sanji knew how amazing he was at cooking, there was no question about it, but having been born a picky eater you felt immense guilt with how you felt about some of his food. You hadn’t even told him the things that you can’t bring yourself to eat, scared that he would take offense, or maybe even try to force you to eat it like so many other people had tried in the past. 

You tried to pick away the shrimp on your plate and focus on the rice and vegetables instead, but of course, knowing that it had touched the shrimp was enough to put you off. 

“Ah? Y/N? Are you not having your shrimp? Can I have it?” the enthusiastic captain asks you from across the table. You nod and with a blush on your face, you shovel off the shrimp from your plate to his. You notice Sanji looking at the two of you from afar, and not being able to read his face makes you nervous. Is he taking offense? Do you look silly? Is he gonna think you’re being childish? You sigh and continue trying to eat the rice and veggies on your plate. 

When dinner was done Sanji came to pick up everyone’s plates like he usually did but when he came over to you he gave you a look.

“Could you please stay for a while Y/N? I’d like to talk to you for a minute” he says, a slight smile on his lip but a confusing look in his eyes. You nod and stay in your chair as everyone else leaves. When you notice he’s moving to wash the dishes you rush up and silently offer him your help. He starts handing you the wet dishes to dry off and stack neatly. 

“Do you not like shrimp?” he says suddenly, breaking the silence between you. You tense up a little, unsure what to say.

“Uhm, yeah, sorry, I’m not really that big on seafood in general…” you say quietly. He stops what he’s doing and looks at you, eyebrows raised.

“Why haven't you told me, Y/N? I don't want to make you food that you won’t enjoy… I’ll happily modify your dinner for your tastes!” he gives you a big smile and your face heats up. “Wait… Do you also not like eggs? And… Broccoli? Oh, and the spinach!” he says, his fist hitting his palm like he finally understood something. Your face is fully flushed and it’s so warm you swear Sanji could actually cook a full meal on it at this point.

“I- I’m so sorry Sanji. I know I should’ve told you a while ago but-! I can be really picky with food sometimes and it’s like super embarrassing and I don’t want to be rude or insult your cooking- and I don’t want you to think I’m childish or something either. It’s just how my tastebuds work! I can’t help it but I’m really so sorry, I’ll try to learn to eat those things, I promise!” You ramble suddenly, catching the chef off-guard. He looks at you with big eyes and moves to put his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N…” he starts. “You don’t have to worry my dear, I know you would never intentionally be rude or anything. I have been worrying for a while that maybe my cooking skills had gone downhill… But this explains it all!” his hand moves from your shoulder to cup your cheek.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, everyone’s tastebuds are different and I totally get that. We all have things that we can’t stand to eat, if you just write me a list of things you don’t like I promise to make you the best food you can imagine, alright?” he smiles at you. You just stare at him in shock, a single teardrop falling from your eye which he quickly catches with his thumb. 

“S-Sanji… Are you sure it’s alright?” you ask him and he chuckles. 

“I’d much rather cook you food that you genuinely enjoy than keep feeding you things you just hand off to Luffy” he teases you. He pulls you in for a hug and kisses the top of your head. “I could never judge you Y/N, you’re way too kind to me for that” he whispers as you put your arms around him. 

Your emotions suddenly sweep over you and before you know it, you’re staining his suit with your tears. Even though you knew how kind Sanji was, a part of you thought that he was going to react the same way people had in the past. Far from everyone is kind to those who struggle with picky eating, no matter the reason for it happening in the first place. The fact that he was even offering to cook you your own personalized meals… You pull away from him, cringing as you see the wet spot on his shoulder from your tears.

“I’m sorry about that…” you sniffle and it makes him laugh. The sound of it brings you to a smile and you giggle with him. He takes one of your hands in his and raises your chin with the other one. 

“Now. No more being shy about food habits, alright?” his smile is dazzling and it leaves you breathless. You nod for a response and he smiles and leans closer to you. “I really mean it Y/N. If I get to cook extra food for such a beauty as you… It only brings me joy” he whispers. You bite your lip when you realize the position you’re both in. You leaning against the kitchen counter with him in front of you, leaning into you more and more. A blush spreads across your cheeks again and you gulp. You’re just about to lean up when– 

“Y/N!!!!” Chopper barges into the kitchen, opening the door wide open, scaring both you and Sanji shitless. He jumps off of you, hastily moving to do the dishes once again. “Usopp needs you! He’s convincing Luffy not to prank call the Marines! Please help us!” Chopper begs you. With your hand covering your blush the best you can, you look back at Sanji, a blush spread over his cheeks too, before giving a nod to the doctor.

“I- I’ll be right there Chopper! Steal the den den mushi if you have to!” you tell him. Chopper nods and runs back to wherever the captain is.

You look back at Sanji who’s shaking with laughter as he’s rinsing out a plate. 

“I’m expecting a note with all your least favorite foods by tomorrow” he tells you and winks. You nod and awkwardly move to leave the kitchen.

“Oh, and that note better include your favorite foods too, by the way. I want to make you only your favorite meals from now”. 

[danikamariewrites]

Azriel x adhd!Reader

A/n: As someone with ADHD I struggle with a lot of stuff like my emotions and daily tasks. I like talking about it bc I don’t think it should be taboo and I hate the stigmatism around it that it’s just people being lazy. If your struggling with ADHD or any other mental health problems know you’re not alone ❤️

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, some angst

At first Azriel didn’t understand why your mood could be so up and down all the time. Or why you struggled with getting out of bed some days and others you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t like loud noises, being touched unless you wanted too, and some textures overwhelmed your senses causing you to lash out.

You have a hard time communicating your feelings and he does too, which makes you both frustrated when one of you just brushes the other off or is passive aggressive.

Azriel notices you space out sometimes or that when he’s talking to you, you ask him to repeat things because you didn’t hear him. He thinks it’s odd but brushes it off as you just being preoccupied. He also picks up on your fidgeting but never thought anything of it

One day you both snap at each other resulting in the worst fight you’ve ever had

Azriel ends up going to Rhys for advice because he doesn’t want some stupid fight on a random Monday to be the reason you break up

Azriel tells his brother about the issues that have been building up over the last few months and Rhys, who’s been one of your best friends since childhood, tells him you’ve always been that way

He doesn’t go into detail, it’s your story to tell, but he does tell Az about when you were younger and your parents had Madja come give you a few tests. He remembered being a little nervous for you but you were fine. You just needed a little extra help and attention with things because your brain works differently

Azriel instantly feels bad that he didn’t know

“It’s ok Az, she didn’t even tell me until we were teenagers.” Rhys says sympathetically. “Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be there for her, not get angry with her.” Rhys hugs his brother, insisting he stay the night and that time apart will do you both good

The next morning Az comes home to you baking in the kitchen

You had to move around or the thoughts of Azriel not coming home because you were too much of a burden were going to eat you alive

When you see him you try to apologize but he cuts you off asking if you could sit down and talk

“I don’t want to push, but Rhys told me about when you were younger and the testing with Madja.” He says gently

You take a deep breath, trying to blink your tears away

Sometimes it’s hard for you to talk about your ADHD because you hate to seem weak or different

But you’ve held back long enough and if you didn’t tell Azriel soon you knew you would get worse trying to mask it

You tell him everything. how your energy goes up and down, your depression and that it’s worse because you can’t find the energy to do things

You feel useless sometimes because you forget things or because you don’t listen

He hugs you as you cry into his chest, “I just feel so guilty being this way. I’m sorry Az.”

He brushes away your tears, “It’s ok my love. I know I don’t communicate well either. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way. It must’ve been killing you to keep it in.”

From that point forward Azriel was always there to make things better

Your communication improved and fights or the silent treatment became very rare

You weren’t afraid to tell him if something was bothering you or if you needed extra help or attention from him

Azriel and his shadows could pick up if you were being overstimulated or stressed out, so there were times you didn’t even need to ask

If you were out with the group and became uncomfortable Azriel would take you somewhere quite to help calm your anxiety

He’d wrap his wings around you so it would be dark and quite, helping slow your panicked breathing

“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” “That’s it, in and out, don’t rush.” “Here feel my heartbeat, can we try and match it?”

If you didn’t like how your sweater or dress was feeling that day he would be there with a back up or give you his own

“Are you sure Az, I don’t want to take it from you then you’ll be cold.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I just want you to be comfortable. Plus I’m built for the cold, Illyrian remember?”

Whenever you start fidgeting it’s usually if you’re bored or nervous. Azriel always keeps a little fidget toy or a pen on him so you can hold it and focus your energy on that. He knows you hate being thought of as a distraction and you think it’s better to focus on a small thing in your hands rather than swinging your feet or pushing your chair around

You thought him knowing about your ADHD would change how he feels about you or treat you differently. You bring this up to him one night in bed, “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you at all. You’re still perfect to me, my love. You just need extra help sometimes and it’s ok to ask for help.”

[countryclubkook]

Him or Me

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!Thornton!Reader

Warnings: language, topper being a slight asshole, small mention of parent death and absent parent, not proof read so potential grammatical errors, slightly ooc/fanon Rafe I think that’s all but please let me know if there’s anymore I should add

Summary: when Topper finds out his best friend Rafe is secretly dating his sister behind his back, all hell breaks loose. Will they be able fix their relationship? Or will the betrayal be too much to recover from?

A/N: This is the first story i’ve written in months so i’m still a little rusty. I wanted to get something out though to get back into the groove of things. Italicized means flashback, this also is meant to take place in season 1 after Sarah and John B are together so I hope you all enjoy🤍 I left the ending of this slightly open for a potential part two if people want it/I decide to write one (Topper is 19 and reader is 18 for the sake of this story, Rafe is his canon age in the show)

“You know I’ll take care of you right?” he spoke with such certainty. How could you not believe him?

It was never supposed to be this way, you and your brother's best friend being together, but when he gave you those bedroom eyes and whispered those sweet nothings in your ear how could you resist? The both of you kept it a secret from Topper as long as you could knowing his overprotective nature when it came to you. He had found out when he saw the two of you kissing at the country club, that was a bad night for the three of you.

“My fucking sister dude? Are you kidding me? You could have any girl on this island but you go after my sister?” the vein on his neck popping out as he screamed at Rafe. Neither of you had expected him to be home, let alone for him to be waiting in the living room for you two to come back. As soon as Rafe stepped into the door he was thrown against the wall by his neck, a very angry Topper staring at him with pure hatred.

“Topper stop, let him go. Please.” you pleaded with him but it was no use, his grip stayed the same and he acted as if you weren't there. They were in their own world at that moment.

“Fucking relax man, I chose her for a reason. I love her, and you're not going to stop me from seeing her. So if you're going to hit me and tell me to stay away from her, do it so we can get this over with.” he was visibly annoyed by this as his tone confirmed it. Sure they were friends, but you meant more to Rafe than anyone else so your big brother trying to prevent your relationship was simply just an inconvenience that had no real effect at all.

The two men stared at each other for a moment, nostrils flaring and veins so visible you were getting concerned about their health. It wasn't until Topper let go of Rafe with a small scoff that you felt you could breathe again. You've never felt more shitty in your whole life than you did when Topper looked at you with such betrayal and hurt. He just shook his head and stormed out of the house, the front door slamming behind him.

“Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't know he would be here” you say as you rush over to him and examine his neck that was now red (and would inevitably bruise) from the grip Topper had on it. He watched as you examined him with such worry and such a gentle touch that it reminded him yet again why he was with you, that you were worth whatever argument ensued because you showed him love nobody else would.

“Baby, I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you being okay than my neck.” grabbing the sides of your face and forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears and your breathing slightly uneven. Your relationship with Topper was different than the one Rafe had with his sisters, it had always just been the two of you since you were growing up. Your dad had died when you were babies and your mom was a piece of shit who was never around so that left the two of you to protect and raise each other. Hurting him felt like the biggest stab in the chest and you felt terrible.

“I-” your sobs overpowered your voice before you could finish as you broke down in your lover's arms. His shushed comfort helped bring you some peace but not nearly enough to stop the feeling in your chest from growing. He had moved you over to the couch and held you in his lap until your cries eventually stopped and your breathing remained calm.

“Baby?” he asked quietly in case you had fallen asleep. When he got no response, he gently laid you on the couch and covered you with a blanket before kissing your cheek and heading out to find your brother. Rafe was probably the last person he wanted to see but he would try to talk to him for you.

That “talk” didn't go very well. You didn't know what was said, all you know is that Topper came home bloodied and bruised and didn't say a word to you. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together when you saw Rafes bruised knuckles the next day and his excuse was that he “wanted to try boxing without his gloves”. But a few weeks had passed since then and you thought it would be fine, you and Top would go back to normal and eventually he and Rafe would reconcile like nothing ever happened. If only it was that easy.

Topper had grown increasingly hostile toward you when he decided to acknowledge your existence. His responses were always short and snappy like you were the most horrible person to be speaking with. You knew the only way of fixing this was breaking up with Rafe but there was no way in hell you were doing that so you instead just tried to give him space when you could. But one day he decided that ignoring each other wasn't enough, he needed you to know your options.

‘We need to talk’ one text that always has the ability to make your heart race. You stare at it for 10 minutes trying to figure out the right response before you type back a simple ‘Okay’, his next text telling you he’d meet you at the house in ten minutes. You felt like throwing up and your anxiety was through the roof. You knew what he wanted to talk about, that's what made you nervous. It felt like hours had passed when you finally heard the front door open and heavy footsteps approach the kitchen. Your heartbeat had become very quick when he came into your peripheral vision.

“Hi” a simple word used to greet people now had a more hostile meaning behind it. You finally looked up to see him but he was already looking at you. He still had that same look in his eyes he had that day. Betrayal, disgust, anger, every emotion you had hoped you'd never see him have towards you.

“Hi” your voice much smaller as you tried to avoid his hard gaze. An awkward silence passed for a few moments before he finally spoke again. There was clearly no small talk to be made so it was now or never.

“I'm giving you two options, and I never thought I'd have to say this to you of all people but I guess you really can't trust everyone. I understand you think you love Rafe and that he loves you, but you don't know him like me. Rafe Cameron doesn't ever love someone, he uses them to his advantage until he no longer needs them around and then he leaves them in the dirt. I'm not staying around to watch that happen to you so it's him or me.” his voice was stern, there was no hesitation in his words. He meant every last thing he had just told you.

You stared at him for a moment trying to process what you just heard, did he really just give you an ultimatum? You half expected him to laugh and tell you he was just fucking with you, that he was still upset you hadn't told him but as long as you were happy so was he, but that moment never came. Instead, he continued to stare at you with a pierced gaze waiting for your response.

“Are you serious right now Top?” you chuckled in disbelief. There was no way this was happening right now.

“As serious as a heart attack” no hint of amusement in his voice. Your emotion quickly changed from guilt to anger as his words finally registered.

“You have no right to do that. None. Rafe and I do love each other, we don't think that. You don't know our relationship and this was exactly why we didn't want you finding out. I'm not a baby anymore Topper. I'm a big girl and I can make my own decisions about things, including who I date. If that backfires that's on me and I learn from it. You don't get to decide that for me.” your face had turned red and you felt hot. How dare he make you choose between them.

“Y/N you don't understand okay? I know how he works, I've seen it happen. He's only going to hurt you when-” he tried to argue but you cut him off.

“No. You don't understand. He treats me better than anyone else ever has, he makes me feel loved. You don't know anything about love, that's why your girlfriend cheated on you with a fucking pogue.” his face fell at the comment. You knew it was harsh and uncalled for but you were too upset to care.

“Fuck you Y/N. I'm giving you one last chance to make the right choice” you knew he meant that.

“Fine. You want me to choose so badly? I choose him, I'll always choose him.” your breathing was heavy as you yelled at him. There was no taking it back now so you could only hope it didn't end badly for you.

“Okay” he scoffed “just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart. You mean nothing to me anymore” he spoke with such disgust that it took everything in you not to cry.

“I won't. He's never going to do that to me” you spoke to him with the same voice he had spoken to you. The two of you staring at each other with anger and a look of disbelief that this had happened to you. Topper gave one last shake of his head before going up the stairs to what you thought was his room. It wasn't until you heard a loud thud a few minutes later that you realized he was in yours.

One by one, bags and boxes of your things came flying down the stairs. Topper was standing at the top with his arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face.

“You want to be with him so bad you can go stay with him. I don't want a lying whore living with me.” his words hurt you more than would ever admit but you swallowed your tears and began packing your car with your things, getting in and starting the car to drive to Rafes once the last thing was thrown in.

He hadn't expected to see your text but all he could do was worry when you’d told him you were on your way to him. The only thing comforting him was pacing around the room and thinking of all the ways he could try and help you. He heard your call pull up and almost broke the door getting to you and his heart shattered when he saw you. Tears streamed down your face, eyes red and puffy, you looked destroyed.

As soon as you were in his arms you broke down, the both of you falling to the ground as your sobs echoed in the warm air. The familiar smell of Rafe's cologne made you feel safe, a feeling you hadn't fully felt since Rafe and Topper's fight. It felt like you were finally home and could relax, the war was over and you could just live again.

“Shh baby it's okay, you're safe now. I've got you” he said as he rested his head on top of yours and wrapped his arms around you tightly. There wasn't much that could be said to help you feel better about the situation but knowing you weren't alone did help to make you feel good. Topper was just jealous he didn't have this type of love with Sarah.

You'd finally calmed down enough to unload your things into Rafe's room. Ward adored you so letting you stay with them was absolutely no issue which you were so thankful for.

Hours had passed and your tears had long stopped. You had taken a nice long shower and now you were in bed with Rafe, it felt natural to you. He gave you a small nudge to get your attention and your eyes met his. He had a slight smirk on his face.

“What? Do I have something on my face” your eyes widening slightly worried you had forgotten to wipe some makeup off your face.

“No no it's not that, it's just… I could get used to this you know? It feels right” his voice was much softer now.

“It does, doesn't it? Maybe this whole situation isn't so bad after all” it was very bad, but maybe you could convince yourself otherwise if you said it enough.

Rafe could see you thinking about the situation again despite what you'd just said so he grabbed your face to hold it in place. His eyes never leaving yours for a second.

“You know I'll take care of you right?” and you had no doubt he would, fuck Topper. You just needed Rafe. He would never betray you like Topper, he would never hurt you the way your brother did. He loved you.

“I know” you smiled sweetly at him before giving him a soft kiss, both of you enjoying the moment of peace before pulling away to turn the lights off. Sleep slowly engulfing you as you relaxed into the others touch. This is how it was meant to be.

If only you knew exactly what getting involved with Rafe Cameron would turn into.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting to stay in an important team position?

(For reference: 🎮🎮🤖)

(Sorry for the long post and any bad grammar!!)

So i (16F) am in a robotics team at my school, we take part in a pretty big national and global competition called FIRST.

recently my team got through to national stages, which is a MASSIVE deal, not exactly an everyday occurrence.

Our robot requires two drivers, one for the main body, and one for the arm. The whole time we’ve had the robot working, i have been the arm driver (apart from a couple lunchtime sessions where other people tried it out briefly) and took part in the actual qualifying rounds. I’m also the CAD designer so i designed the claw part and know what i have to do to make it move in the correct fashion and not damage it. My friend Pen (not any real names ofc) is the main body driver and has spent so much time working on the robot no one is disputing her driving.

The problem comes in with two people - Plane and Bolt. I’ve never particularly gotten on with Plane, while ive been kind of neutral with Bolt. There’s no active hostile feelings with us at the moment, but they have been pretty aggressive to people in the past, gatekeeping roles and new people joining - they had a huge fight on the team group chat over it with my friend Keyboard. They also tried to stop Pen (who was originally doing software) and another person in our team (ill call her Remote) from being engineers, but im the end Plane and Bolt did none of the hard work, doing very easy things while Remote and Pen were left doing all the manual work on the body, while i attached the arm.

Both Plane and Bolt decided in the week before the qualifying event that they wanted to drive the arm, and that we should rotate at the event. Thankfully the supervising teacher got involved and told them no, i had put in the time, he guessed maybe they could try do some more practise before the national event. Me and Pen were drivers in that and are now in the top 19% of global drivers, which i am insanely happy about. Despite being ill the day of the event, Plane was the human player, which means you still get to be around the field while not directly touching the controllers or the robot, but can help.

The first session after the event, Plane comes up to me saying how badly she wanted to be the driver and she was going to put in the practise. I told her that I didn’t want to be mean, please don’t take this the wrong way, but it depends on what our teacher says, and really, it’s a matter of skill. Me and Pen have had the time practising together, it’s not a personal attack on you. The next event is only 8 weeks away (a lot of that is holiday) so im really sorry, but it’s not up to me. You’ll have to take it up with the teacher.

She was obviously not happy with this and walked out of the room without saying anything else. I’m panicking that I was too rude but she’s been far more aggressive to me before and I haven’t got super pissed at her for it?

The rest of the team apart from Plane and Bolt agree with me, and I really want to stay driver because honestly I enjoy it. It’s something im good enough at as well, and I don’t super enjoy just sitting in the audience feeling useless.

Tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[zoeykallus]

Hey! Happy Fourth of July! I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests so ignore this if you’re not lmao but because of my PTSD-fireworks are… tough lmao. Can you write a little something of the bad batch comforting their S/O while neighbors are lighting fireworks?

Aloha!

Wow! This one slipped through the cracks! I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for this one! 😱😱😱

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - PTSD And Fireworks

Mostly Fluff/Mention Of PTSD And Audio Triggers

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You know that it is coming. You are already uneasy inside, basically you are prepared for it, but you know the sounds will still worry and unsettle you. Fortunately, you are not alone tonight.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

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Hunter

He already knows you're uncomfortable before it's really obvious.

"Are you okay?"

You blink at him, puzzled, but then you remember how fine Hunter's senses are. Of course, he can sense that you're tense, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

"Sure, everything's fine. It's just the fireworks, they'll probably go off any minute."

He nods in understanding. Hunter already knows about your PTSD, you feel comfortable and safe with him, that's why you confided in him a while ago.

He suggests turning on some music, sitting by the window together, and watching the fireworks from inside. The music is supposed to muffle the noise from outside a bit, and Hunter thinks maybe if you see what's going on, it will calm you down a bit.

You sit down on the windowsill with some hot chocolate, Hunter holds your hand and squeezes it gently each time you flinch, smiling at you to let you know he's with you, and you have nothing to worry about. He talks to you gently, asks you a few questions, distracts you a little until the whole thing is over.

He's still very attentive later, when the worst is over, you're in bed, and people are still setting off fireworks sporadically. Hunter gently has an arm around you and murmurs soothing words to you every time you tense up again. You're in good hands with Hunter.

Echo

He himself doesn't like fireworks very much. Like you, Echo is a little tense tonight. As a soldier, especially one who has experienced things like Echo, such noises can also be very nerve-wracking. Echo has cooked for both of you, you've eaten before the sun goes down, in peace, but you both keep looking, automatically already nervous to the window. "You're thinking about the same thing I am, aren't you?" you ask quietly. Echo nods slowly and answers, "The fireworks." You ask him a little uncertainly, "You're staying over tonight, right?" He looks at you urgently and says, "Of course! I would never leave you alone on a night like this." You smile in relief, and Echo returns the smile gently. "Don't worry, Love" he says encouragingly, "We'll get through this together". You make yourselves comfortable on the sofa that evening. Snuggled together, your legs over his lap, your torso leaning against his, your arms around his middle, his arm around your shoulders. There's a movie on the television. You've closed all the shutters, windows and doors to muffle the noise from outside as best you can.

You both wince now and then when it booms a little louder outside, and calm each other down with short touches and glances. Now and then you talk a little, but for both of you the evening is really exhausting. Nevertheless, of course, you survive the night, tired, but happy to have had each other that night.

Wrecker

He loves the fireworks, but he knows how nervous they make you. And even though you insisted he go watch the fireworks, he shows up at your door just before sundown.

"Wrecker? What are you doing here?"

He beams at you, holds up a bag of goodies, and says, "I thought we were having a movie night."

Baffled and with your heart dancing with joy, you ask him, "But you love fireworks so much. Didn't you want to watch them?"

He waves it off like it's nonsense. But you know he's only here to watch you, and your heart literally leaps out at him in gratitude.

"I'd rather look at you," he says perkily, and comes inside.

The evening is much more relaxed than you expected. Even though you get scared and nervous for a moment occasionally, Wrecker is always near you, gently holding you close and talking to you to distract you while you watch some movies.

Of course, he feeds you snacks in between and steals a few gentle kisses.

Tech

He has already calculated statistics and probabilities for you; at the moment, numbers are floating in front of your inner eye. "It's very unlikely that you'll get hurt if you stay in the house," Tech says matter-of-factly, his famous index finger raised. You sigh softly and look at him. He blinks, your sigh not lost on him. "What's the matter?" he says softly, eyeing you carefully. "That may all be true, but fear is rarely rational, nor can it be always controlled by rational thought"

His eyes wander back and forth for a moment, thoughtful, then he says, "I see. So this fear probably stems from some trauma or disorder." You nod and shrug your shoulders at the same time, as if to acknowledge it and yet not admit it. Tech smiles and offers, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight? We could play cards or watch a movie. I can hold your hand, distract you." You smirk at him and say, "It would be great if you could stay over tonight. But I won't play cards with you" Tech beams, "I'd love to stay," but then his expression turns questioning, "Why won't you play cards with me?" "I've seen you play against all your brothers," you note, shaking your head. "So?" You laugh and reply, "No one can win against you. I've seen you play against yourself, and when I asked why you were doing that, you said the only way to make this game a challenge was to play against yourself."

Tech grins and finally nods. "All right, that's true, of course. So it's going to be a movie night." Tech keeps his promise, of course, staying the night and holding your hand. When, at a particularly loud boom, you automatically push yourself closer to him, he puts an arm around you and says softly, "It's okay, you're safe here with me"

Crosshair

He doesn't know anything about it. You haven't had a chance to talk about your fear. He is all the more confused that you don't want to watch the fireworks outside, and it's baffling to see how tense and jumpy you are. You were playing cards, and a particularly loud noise startled you so much that you jumped up and half hopped across the table onto his lap. He sighs softly, puts his arms around you and asks quietly, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you? Is it the fireworks? Is that why you didn't want to go out to watch them?" Your fingers are clawed at his clothing as you quietly reply, "Is it that obvious?" He laughs softly, "Just a little." You are about to let go of him again when several firecrackers go off in a row, and you clutch right back at him.

"Hmm," he softly utters, "How about we sit on the sofa, turn on some music or the holoprojector, and you just stay clinging to me, Kitten?" You look at him apologetically and smile lopsidedly. "That would be great," you finally say meekly. Crosshair nods, gets up with you, and heads for the sofa along with you. Even though he can be a grumbler, at heart he's very attentive and has a gentle side as well. He stays all night, of course, to watch over you.

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[chelseeebe]

right away, mr. harrington.

summary: an illicit affair with your boss steve harrington can only end one way, heartbreak. c/w: so steve is like 39 in this and reader is around 24, i didn't wanna write r any younger but also think this age gap is still a bit dodge. there's also rough sex and like he's a bit of an asshole honestly. modern! au. also i guess plussize!reader but it's like a sentence of description so i don't wanna tag it as that. so i actually LOVED writing this like a lot so i hope you enjoy <3

‘no, i really am going to end it this time, tomorrow in fact,’ you take a sip from the wine glass, looking up at your roommate.

‘do what you want darling, i know if a man like that was interested in me, i’d do the same damn thing,’ emma snorts, unscrewing the wine lid and filling both of your glasses.

‘i know, but i feel bad.. nancy is a lovely woman, it’s not fair,’ you respond. the thing is, at first it was just mindless, admittedly amazing, sex but the more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d begun actually having feelings for him.

it hurt more because nancy really was a nice person, she’d always bake little treats for the office, bringing them in with a smile. and she was always polite to you, complimenting your new shoes and your nice new skirt that steve had actually bought you.

it was strange really, because you and nancy couldn’t have been more different. you were more.. round. you had thick thighs, wide hips and carried a lil’ bit of extra weight around your stomach. whereas she was petite and slender. you were loud mouthed and cocky, whilst she seemed much more reserved and honestly a little shy.

‘she probably knows, don’t all big bosses fuck their assistants?’ she chortles.

‘i’m not his assistant, i’m in admin,’ you sarcastically quip back. realistically you were a glorified receptionist, but telling people that you worked in admin for the harrington law firm made you look miles better.

‘of course, pardon me for the mistake,’ she raises her eyebrow.

you hadn’t meant to start an affair with steve, really. you’d stayed late at the office one night, trying to finish the monthly report before monday, steve was in his office tapping away at his computer, quite frankly you hadn’t even noticed.

you were swearing under your breath trying to get the photocopier to cooperate when he swings his office door open, ‘giving ya’ trouble?’

‘shit!’ you clutch your chest, realising who you’d just sworn at, ‘oh my god, sorry! i didn’t realise you were still here!’

he chuckles moving to stand next to you, he clicks one of the buttons and it clunks and starts printing.

‘easy, the trick is to not get angry at it and it’ll listen,’ he smiles down at you. you notice how he’d loosened his tie, his hair messy from running his hands through it.

‘ahh, should’ve known.. thank you,’ you grin back, you rarely saw your boss, he was far too busy to socialise with his workers.

‘uhh..’ he sighs, slapping his forehead sarcastically, ‘forgive me, what was your name?’

you giggle, ‘y/n, i’m in admin,’ gosh you’d never noticed just how attractive mr. harrington really was.

‘right right, i remember now.. how come you’re still here?’ his arm brushes against yours making your whole body shiver.

‘i had to get this stupid report done before monday, thought i’d better stay.’

‘hard worker.. i like it, is it finished?’

‘it is now, thanks to you,’ you grin, collecting the papers from the machine.

‘come and join me for a drink in my office, celebrate your hard work?’ he touches your arm briefly.

‘ahh i shouldn’t.. i still need to staple them and-,’

‘i have a stapler in my office,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘okay..’ you concede, following him into his office.

he’d only had some very expensive whisky but you put up with the burn and sat and drank it with him for hours.

and then somehow you’re on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips.

you limped out of the office, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, much later than you’d intended.

from that night on, you and steve had started the affair. it began with late nights in his office, slowly moving to secret meetings at hotels and then now, staying at his house when nancy was away communicating through the second phone he’d bought especially for you.

the day after the not so helpful conversation with emma, you strut into the office, prepared to end things once and for all.

you were wearing the tiny black skirt he’d bought for you, perhaps subconsciously, knowing that he’d be salivating as soon as you walked into his office.

it’s nearly the end of the day before you get the guts to walk in there, lightly wrapping your knuckles on his door.

there’s an exaggerated gag from behind you, you spin to see one of the guys from accounts jerking his hand in a mock blowjob. you roll your eyes, it wasn’t a secret that people in the office were speculating about you. noticing the trips to his office and how you’d both mysteriously appeared from the bathroom at the christmas party, hair messed up and a trace of red lipstick on his collar.

it was all the more annoying because steve actually wasn’t doing anything for you at work. you’d explicitly told him to keep it all seperate. you didn’t want promotions handed to you. any and everything you’d earned was all you.

‘come in,’ he calls and you oblige, shutting the door firmly behind you.

he snaps the lid of his laptop shut, looking up at you and then down to the short skirt, his signature smirk creeping to his face.

‘it’s you,’ he breathes, pushing his chair back from his desk and standing.

‘what’re you hiding? don’t tell me you’re having an affair?’ you feign shock, walking over to his desk. you hated the effect he had on you, before you’d come in here you were so ready to shut him down and now you were crumbling at the sight of him.

‘ahh, you caught me,’ he holds his hands up as you walk over to him.

‘well i hope she’s not prettier than me,’ you pout, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you into him.

‘that’d be a tough one,’ he smirks.

you bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat at his words, ‘really, what are you hiding?’

‘well.. it was supposed to be a surprise buut since you’re here…’ he pulls away, lifting the laptop screen to show the conformation screen for a very, very fancy hotel.

you lean in to look at the screen, ‘what..? what’s that for?’

‘for this weekend, nancy’s away at some conference until monday so i’m all yours,’ he turns to you, smiling.

‘oh.. okay,’ you try not to sound unappreciative but he had just knocked your plans right off course. this wasn’t helping you in trying to convince yourself you weren’t hopelessly in love with your married boss.

‘oh.. not a good idea then,’ he sits back on the chair, a slight frown on his face.

‘no.. no, it’s great, i just didn’t expect it at all,’ you wrap your arms around his neck, perching on his lap.

how could you ever end things with him? he’s the first man to ever think about you so deeply and sincerely. even if it was only when nancy was away.

‘really? you didn’t seem too happy..’ his arms wrap around your waist, the frown still apparent on his face.

‘i am, really steve, thank you,’ planting a small kiss to his nose before you press your forehead to his.

he finally smiles, ‘you deserve it.. we’re going tonight, i’ll pick you up at seven, pack for the whole weekend we’re back sunday night.’

‘okay, exciting.. are we-,’ you’re cut off by a knock at his door, jumping up from his lap and practically sprinting to the other side of the desk.

he clears his throat, spinning to sit correctly at his desk, ‘come in.’

carol, his very lovely but elderly assistant walks into the room. you were sure he’d only hired her to keep nancy off his trail.

‘i’ll get on that right away mr. harrington,’ you smile at him and use the interruption to slip out of the room.

you sit back at your desk, a collection of eager eyes on you.

you pull out your phone to text emma,

‘i’ll be back sometime sunday lol’

she pings back almost immediately,

‘didn’t go well then?’

‘of course not’

‘i think i’m actually in love with him em.. this is not good’

you place your phone back on your desk, attempting to get back to work.

-

the hotel room is huge.

decked head to toe with candles and bouquets of flowers.

‘oh my god,’ you drop your bag onto the velvet chair, taking in the magnificent room.

‘your favourites,’ he nods over to the vases full of sunflowers adorning the sides.

‘oh, thank you.. thank you,’ you snake your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

he walks you backwards towards the bed, your knees buckling as they hit the edge and you fall back onto the soft mattress, his body now on top of yours.

his hands wander down to your thighs, creeping up your skirt.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb begins to circle your clit above your underwear.

quickly letting go as he presses harder, causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers hook onto the lacy hem of your panties, yanking them down to your thighs.

‘mmm, i love these ones,’ he looks down between your bodies, his thumb returning to its previous position, circling faster.

‘fuck steve,’ your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his fingers sliding into you.

‘so wet for me already, baby,’ he growls, nipping at your neck.

you moan in response, tugging at his blazer hinting for him to remove it.

your stomach tightens, his fingers dangerously close to sending you over the edge. he can tell as the grip on his arm tightens, your chest heaving up and down.

‘yeah? you gonna cum for me baby,’ he groans, eyes firmly on you as you cry out at your orgasm. legs shaking as steve removes his fingers, smirking down at you.

he was, genuinely, the first man to care about making you cum before he did. not only that, but he was so good at it. he was proud of the fact that he could have you writhing underneath him in five minutes.

‘jesus,’ you pant, looking up at him.

‘not sure he was responsible for that one, darling,’ he retorts, going to stand from the bed.

you grab his hand, taking the two fingers that had just been inside of you and wrapping your lips around them, looking at him through your eyelashes.

he inhales sharply, ‘you drive me crazy..’ his thumb strokes your cheek, before sliding his fingers out, a low moan rumbling from his throat.

‘c’mon.. what about you, mr. harrington? i wanna make you feel good,’ you mew, lightly placing your foot on his crotch and sliding it down ever so slowly.

you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, ‘we have dinner in an hour..’

‘i’ll be quick.. promise,’ you flip onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. unbuckling his belt and sliding his tailored pants down. he shrugs his blazer off, now stood in his tight, white button-up shirt. it fit perfectly, highlighting his defined biceps.

‘so hard for me already?’ you run your hand over his bulge, mocking his words from earlier.

‘baby please, i’m begging you..’ he pants, his hand running through his hair.

‘hmmm, i like the sound of that,’ you tug his boxer shorts down, his erection springing up, tip already leaking pre-cum.

the size of him still genuinely shocked you. the first few times you fucked, you had to get accustomed to his length, unsure if it was going to tear you in two.

you spit into your hand and take his cock into your grasp, pumping your hand up and down. his knees almost giving way as you fasten the pace.

‘fucking hell,’ he grunts, his long fingers curling into your hair.

you crawl forward, taking his cock into your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

low moans fall from his lips as he twists your hair into a make-shift ponytail, yanking on it as his dick hits the back of your throat.

your hands grab onto his hips as he begins to thrust into your mouth, gagging at the feeling of his cock repeatedly slamming your throat.

you look up at him, his dark eyes already staring down at you. the eye contact makes him fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips as you can feel his cock twitch in your throat.

he gives one last thrust as he cums into your mouth, ‘holy fuck,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from you.

you swallow the liquid and wipe your mouth, sitting back on the bed.

‘i don’t think i can go to dinner like this,’ you laugh, your mascara now smudged and the nude lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

‘you look perfect to me,’ he leans down, kissing your swollen lips, ‘we do actually have to go though.’

-

you wake up to an empty bed and hushed arguing in the next room.

‘i told you.. well i can't.. i don't think you're listening..’ you can only hear snippets of the conversation but you can tell steve is annoyed.

5:24am

the clock reads and you sigh, it could be one of two things: nancy or work, honestly the thought of either was annoying.

he climbs back into bed, almost an hour later, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

‘who was that?’ you mumble, voice full of sleep.

‘oh, it’s just work.. needed me to sign off on some things,’ he says, hiding his face in your neck.

‘you sounded angry,’ you note.

he combs your hair with his fingers, exposing the back of your neck and planting light kisses to the skin.

‘i was, it’s five am on a saturday, i don’t want to be woken up because idiots can’t do their job,’ he mutters into your neck.

from the conversation you could hear, that was evidently not work, in fact you’d literally heard him hiss nancy’s name down the phone multiple times.

but it’s far easier to just ignore, rather than argue about why his wife was calling so early and why he was so angry about it.

‘okay,’ you wriggle around to face him, slinging your leg over his, intertwining them.

‘it’s too early to be awake.. go back to sleep baby,’ he tilts his head down to place a kiss to your forehead.

your heart skips a beat at the intimacy and you’re so nearly tempted to just blurt out that you actually think you’re in love with him. but you bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the weekend.

-

you’re sat opposite steve in some incredibly fancy restaurant when he slides a thin box across the table.

you look at him, puzzled, ‘what’s that?’

‘just open it,’ he sits back in his chair, smiling.

you take the lid off slowly revealing a stunning diamond encrusted bracelet.

'steve.. no, i can't accept this..' you slide the box back over to him.

he takes the box, carefully taking the bracelet out of it and grabbing your wrist, he clasps the bracelet and places your hand back on your lap.

you admire the glistening jewellery now adorning your wrist, 'you really didn't have to,' you beam back at him.

'but i wanted to, i'm glad you like it,' he takes a swig of wine, gazing over at you.

'thank you, i love it,' you lean across the table, placing a light kiss to his lips.

'good,' he smiles against your lips, as you sit back in your chair.

you look around the busy restaurant, 'you look like my sugar daddy, you know,' giggling.

he groans, 'god, i don't look that old, do i?'

you jut out your bottom lip sarcastically, 'ooh, i'd say.. 48.. on a good day.'

'wow.. i think i've still got the receipt for that bracelet,' he remarks.

you reach over and take his hand, 'no, you look great for your age, though i can see some greys peaking through,' you laugh.

he shakes his head in response, a slight smile on his lips. your humour was lost on him, though you'd tried to get him to understand some of your jokes and references, it was useless. he'd actually asked you to help him set up an instagram account, so he could 'be friends with you' on there.

you intertwine your fingers, 'no, you really do look great.'

'i know,' he winks and you roll your eyes at the sheer cockiness.

the waitress walks over with plates of foods, noticing his ringed finger intertwined with yours. you catch the slight frown she flashes you and drop his hand, a sudden wave of guilt flashing over you.

_

emma notices the new bit of bling straight away, gushing at your new present.

'i'm gonna assume it's not ending anytime soon then?' she asks, admiring your wrist.

you groan as your palm hits your forehead, 'i don't know.. nancy called him when we were away.. he told me it was work but i'm not stupid.. anyway, i've never heard him so angry.. it was weird,' you shake your head, looking to your roommate for advice.

'hmm.. that is weird.. maybe she found something? like the receipt to that bracelet.. i know i'd be angry as shit if i found that without the bracelet..' she suggests, finally giving letting go of your arm.

'i dunno.. he said she was away this weekend.. some conference or something, so surely she wasn't home to find it?'

'oh, well.. i actually have no explanation for that.. just ask him, what's the worst that could happen?'

you think back to the time you'd made an off-the-cuff joke about nancy's name on his phone and how he immediately went into a foul mood, 'why are you bringing her up? i'm here with you, okay? we don't need to talk about my wife.'

though, he did occasionally use you as someone to rant to about her, telling you about how loveless his marriage was, how she barely even looked at him anymore and how really he was just looking for the right time to divorce her. you knew to keep your mouth shut and just listen because as soon as you'd ask a follow-up question about her, he'd shut his mouth.

'god no.. we don't talk about her.. i'm sure it was nothing.. if it was that bad he woulda gone home, right?'

'yeah.. exactly, don't stress about it.. not with that on your wrist,' she chuckles. she didn't exactly help, only appeasing your delusions but you still appreciated her words of not-so-much wisdom nonetheless.

_

you fluff your hair up, making sure the curls sat perfectly before smoothing out your floor length gown and heading out to the taxi steve had booked you outside.

you'd attended a handful of the business dinners with steve before, the general consensus you'd gathered were that the women that accompanied these men were girlfriends, rather than wives. every single suited man sat around your table had a gorgeous, younger woman on their arm and a wedding band on their fourth finger. you included.

it was also incredibly evident that although these men had girlfriends, none of you had boyfriends.

this dinner was different, half of the team were going to be there so you and steve had to be totally unconcerned with each other. he'd booked a room for you both at the hotel after you'd pretend to try and find a cab with your colleagues.

you walk into the large hall, alongside a few of the people from the office.

you spot steve, dressed to the nines not that he ever didn't make an effort. and then you see nancy stood beside him, wearing a pale pink gown. the exact shade steve had previously convinced you not to buy as it was 'boring'.

you're slightly taken aback as she never usually attended these things, but you brush it off, sitting down where your placeholder inked your name. conveniently your seat was opposite steve at the large round table. he'd surely been responsible for the placing.

the night trundles on, many large glasses of white wine consumed. you pick up on the fact nancy is on the water, so vehemently shutting down any offers of wine.

'i love your bracelet, y/n.. it's gorgeous,' carol states taking your wrist into her hand.

'i know, my daddy bought it for me, a congratulations present,' you smile.

steve chokes on the wine in his mouth, causing a clatter of plates and cutlery as everyone's eyes land on him.

'excuse me, must've gone down the wrong hole,' he shoots you an irked look which you brush off, downing another glass of wine.

you're positively tipsy when nancy stands from the table, nudging steve to stand next to her, she clears her throat, 'steve and i wanted to make a little announcement.. we're pregnant!'

your heart drops. you'd known from the second you noticed she wasn't drinking. the fact she was even in attendance should've been a tell tale sign.

you press your lips together in a forced smile, eyes planted on nancy, rather than the massive dickhead stood next to her. you didn't hate her, how could you? she'd done nothing wrong.

you join in on the applause, even going up to congratulate her still choosing to ignore steve.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur, nancy leaves at some point or another, coming up to hug you goodbye, her kindness making your stomach turn.

your other phone buzzes at the end of the night as you stand besides your colleagues waiting for a cab. you'd intended to just hop in and go home, leaving steve on his own in the overpriced hotel room.

'where are you? there's a key under your name at the desk'

you swallow, making up some pathetic excuse to go back inside the hotel to your colleagues. they flash a few knowing looks to each other before saying goodbye as you stumble up the stone steps and into the reception.

'uhh.. y/n y/l/n.. there should be a key..?' you question the polite lady at the front desk.

she hands you a plastic keycard, 'yes, room 906.. have a nice evening,' she smiles at you.

you're on a mission to get to steve, the anger unfolding in your stomach as you press the elevator button. it dings on the ninth floor and you step out, unlocking the sixth door.

steve is stood at the desk, pouring two glasses of wine as you walk in.

he can tell instantly that you're angry, in fact you were positively furious.

'are you joking? she's fucking pregnant, steve! did you not think to let me know?' you screech, throwing your bag down and storming over to his position.

he raises his hands in defeat, 'i was going to tell you.. i promise, she just sprung it on me saying she was going to do it tonight.. i had no choice,' he's so calm with his words, you almost believe him.

'hah, get fucked.. you've known for god knows how long and not told me, you expect me to believe you?' you spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

'yes, because it's the truth.. why would i ever choose to announce such news here? especially to you.. you mean much more to me than that.'

'do you seriously think this can continue? she's pregnant, for fuck's sake,' you stare daggers into him, wishing you weren't so hopelessly in love with the caramel eyes that stared back.

'why not? it wasn't a problem when she wasn't pregnant.. now you want to take the moral high ground? it's far too late for that,' his jaw is tense.

'it's different! and you know that!' you jab his chest against as his hand grabs your wrist, constraining you.

'why'd you come here then? you could've gone home, hell i'll book you a cab right now, if it's what you want,' the side of his mouth ever so curls up into a slight smirk. already knowing your answer.

'i came up here to tell you to get fucked,' ignoring his offer for a cab.

'okay, you've done that.. you're still here,' he cocks his head to the side slightly.

'get fucked.'

his lips crash onto yours, your arm snakes around his neck as you kiss him back, eyes squeezed shut.

you yank at the back of his hair, the kiss desperate and full of breathless moans as he presses you back against the desk. much like the night that had started this whole affair.

he pulls away, spinning your body round and holding onto the back of your neck, bending you over the desk.

his fingers unzip your dress, sliding it down your body as his large hands slide up your thighs, settling on your waist.

you hold your weight up on the desk, feeling his already erect cock pressing against you. he takes your wrists in his hand, practically slamming the side of your face down against the wood.

you groan in response, he unknots his tie and wraps it around your wrists and tying it in a tight knot.

he rips your panties off with such force they sting your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

'are you gonna take my cock? huh? you gonna be a good girl?' he puts his hand on the side of your face, pressing you down onto the desk.

you nod under his palm, 'c'mon i wanna hear your words, baby.'

'y-yes,' you manage to mumble out, he slaps his cock on your slick entrance. it pained you to say it but this was turning you on ridiculously, he was rarely this dominant with you.

'good,' he thrusts into you with no warning, grabbing onto the tie around wrists, holding them tight behind your back.

you gasp as he continues to pound into you, steve pulls your body up towards his your back flush against his chest, he growls into your ear, 'you're such a good girl.. much better when your pretty little mouth is moaning for me.'

his hand creeps around your neck, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, unintelligible moans tumble out of your lips as his pace quickens, slamming into you with his fingers squeezing your neck.

his thrusts falter as he grumbles into your ear, 'fuck,' you can feel him shudder behind you, filling you up.

steve pulls out, standing back just watching you in the precarious position.

'you're cute when you're angry but i prefer you like this, i might just have to leave you like this,' he smirks, pulling his boxers back up around his waist.

'please, untie me,' you bargain, attempting to wriggle free but it was useless.

'only because you said please,' he unties the knot, freeing your wrists as he stands right behind you.

'have you got something i can wear?' you turn to look at him, admiring his sweaty chest, heaving up and down.

'in my bag,' he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him, 'you're staying here?'

you nod, pulling away and walking over to the brown leather bag on the bag, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, slipping them on.

he walks over to the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, ‘i knew you would, though i will say i did enjoy your little performance earlier.’

you roll your eyes, ‘it wasn’t a performance, i’m still angry with you.’

‘hmm, thought i might’ve fucked it out of you, but clearly not,’ he chuckles and you almost melt at the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back.

‘i’m tired, i’ve got no energy to fight with you again,’ you sigh.

he leans down, kissing the back of your neck before removing his arms, ‘thank god for that, not sure my back would last another round like that.’

you slide into the big bed, pulling the covers around your shoulders. you really should’ve just gone home, but the thought of having to get a cab after all of that was too much.

quite honestly, you knew this would be your last night with steve. there was no way you could continue the relationship knowing nancy was at home pregnant with his child. it wasn’t necessarily the thought of her being pregnant either, but the fact that he loved her, and not you.

he climbs into bed next to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you snuggle into his chest, exhaling as you lay your head on his shoulder. slowly drifting off to sleep.

-

you wake up to the sunrise, creeping in through the drawn curtains.

6:34am your phone reads.

you sigh, carefully sliding out of the bed, as to not wake the snoring steve next to you.

not intending to still be here when he awoke.

you slip on the dress you’d worn last night, over his black tee, deciding it was only fair that you also took his suit jacket, for your modesty.

taking the other phone he’d given to you and leaving it alongside the bracelet he’d most recently gifted, on the bed.

you can’t help but steal a quick glance of him, the last time you’d see him in such a peaceful state.

picking up the uncomfortable heels you’d worn last night and creeping out of the hotel before he had the opportunity to sweet talk you into continuing the affair.

-

monday morning is dire in the office. you hadn’t spoken to steve since friday evening. even though he’d tried. even breaking the number one rule he’d set out for you: don’t use his personal number for anything.

you’d received a text in the middle of saturday morning,

‘please call me, it’s urgent.’

smart man, knowing that he could so easily play it off as some work emergency. you ignored of course. too busy sobbing into emma’s arms to care.

you pull open the top drawer of your desk, and there lies the phone you’d left in the hotel, right next to the glimmering bracelet.

there was already a text message on the phone screen,

‘come to my office as soon as you see this.’

you choose to ignore once again, closing the drawer and continuing with the work on your screen.

what you couldn’t see was steve getting agitated in his office, surely you had seen the message by now?

there’s an hour until the end of the day when carol trundles over to your desk, ‘mr. harrington has requested you in his office.’

you sigh, standing from your chair and strutting over to his door. three knocks on the wood before he tells you to enter, and you do, closing the door behind you.

‘what the fuck are you playing at?’

‘what?’

‘you know exactly what.. you didn’t get my messages?’

‘no i did,’ you stare at him as steps forward towards you.

‘you didn’t think to reply? you left in the middle of the night, you could’ve been dead for all i knew,’ he snaps.

‘well i’m not, i thought you would’ve taken the hint and realised i don’t want to speak to you,’ you shuffle backwards as he gets closer.

'i don't understand, i thought we sorted this mess out at the hotel? now what? you don't want to do this anymore?' he tilts his head slightly, staring at you.

'yes, exactly that,' you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

'well.. that's your choice, but i am telling you now that nothing between us will change.. there's no reason to end this now,' he moves closer, now only mere inches away from you.

'i can't steve, i won't do it anymore..' a tear slides down your cheek, quick to wipe it away, 'you know.. very well that i love you.. i can't watch you have a kid with her while i feel like this,' you're crying now, attempting to speak through the sobs.

'you know how i feel about you..' he cups your face in his hands, but you pull back, jerking your face away.

'say it then.'

'i- wel..' he fumbles over himself, unable to speak the words you were so desperate to hear.

you can't help but smile, despite your bottom lip quivering, a sob threatening to erupt.

'look.. i- it's just difficult-,' he stammers.

you walk over to the door, back facing him, as he grits his teeth, irritated at how quickly you were willing to leave this.

'i'll.. uh, i'll get you transferred to our brooklyn office.. i think you'll be very happy there.'

you scoff and walk out of his office for the last time, slamming the door behind you. you can feel the collective stare from the office as you walk to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

and you truly realise, girls like you weren’t ever supposed to be like nancy. you were forever going to be a girlfriend. or the other woman, not good enough for pole position but always, always good enough to hang off of their arm as eye candy. steve could move you to another office, out of sight out of mind, right?

but another you would come along just as fast as you had, stealing pathetic glances across the office, sly touches in the staff room, the gifts and then it’d all get too much. wives get suspicious and she’d be shipped off just as quick as you were.

you're sat in a cubicle crying quietly when you can hear the bathroom door open.

'y/n..?' there's a light knock to the door, 'can i come in?' you click the lock, allowing her to come in.

it's carol, steve's sweet little assistant walks in and bends down to your level.

you furrow your brows in confusion but she looks softly back at you, a slight frown on her face.

'i don't know... exactly.. what's been going on.. but, i do know that you are far too good for that man, men like him.. they get off on ruining young girls,' she wipes your cheek with her thumb, 'but you.. you're not going to let him ruin you, okay?'

you sniffle, looking up at her with a small smile, 'okay..'

'you walk out of here with your head held high and you forget all about him,' she puts her hands on your shoulders, rubbing slightly.

what you didn't know was that you weren't the first young girl to leave this office because of him and you most certainly wouldn't be the last. she'd bore witness to girls full of ambition joining the office to end up with a head crammed with dreams about their relationship with steve. only to end up the exact same way as you, hopelessly in love with a married man.

[ellephlox]

Big Fish

Summary: Matt wants you to go swimming with him, and if his persuasive techniques have to resort to force, then so be it. 

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: Kissing, light dom/sub elements, physical intimacy, light profanity

A/N: I get so nervous posting fics like these because even though it’s not smut I feel like I’m doing something obscene and dangerous by writing these lol. also couldn’t find any relevant matt gifs so we’re rolling with this vague watery one!

“It’s murky. I’m not going in there.”

“I promise you that the only fish nearby are small,” Matt said, treading water about twenty feet out in the lake. “And the larger fish are staying away. They don’t want anything to do with people.”

“It’s not just the fish I’m worried about. It’s the leeches.” You reconsidered. “And I guess the fish too. And water snakes.”

“I’ll make you pancakes on the griddle tomorrow morning if you come in here.”

“Pancakes aren’t worth getting eaten by some scaly thing in there,” you insisted, standing on brink of the shore. It had been Matt’s idea to go swimming; the heat was reaching its pinnacle and the campsite that you were staying at with him felt more like a sauna than anything else. But now, standing in front of the murky lake — complete with weeds, lily pads, and probably water snakes — you had no intention of going in. 

“I thought you wanted to embrace nature,” he pointed out, swimming back to shore. “It was your idea to get away from the city.”

“Yes. Embrace nature. Not get attacked by it. There is absolutely nothing — not even bribery, because I know you, Matt — that will get me in there.”

Something in Matt’s jaw tightened, and he tilted his head. “Don’t make me force you to come in here, sweetheart.”

And that was sufficiently a warning signal, because there was no mistaking the lower tone of voice as that of the devil’s, yet you froze, like prey being stared down by a predator. Matt emerged from the water, dripping and shining in the sun. It was distracting, because holy shit, he was handsome. His hair, slicked back with water, gleamed with droplets. The lighter tones of brown in his eyes were illuminated by the afternoon sun as they fixated on a point vaguely over your right shoulder. 

You turned on your heel and ran as fast as you could, but that didn’t matter when it came to Matt, who was seriously the cheetah of New York. He nabbed you in the middle of the dirt path and promptly scooped you up bridal style. You gasped, half because you just sprinted your damn heart out for absolutely no reason, and half because the feeling of his arms supporting your back and legs made your stomach swoop. 

“I swear to God, Matt, do not throw me in that lake. I will pummel you into the stratosphere and I mean that.”

“You could try.” He marched back down the dirt path, ignoring your protests. “But you wouldn’t get very far.” 

He carried you all the way into the lake, forging his way through the water and fingertips almost imperceptibly rubbing at your lower back. You had to admit, the water was nice, and once you were several meters out it somehow seemed less intimidating, especially with Matt directly beside you. For a moment, everything was still as he let you go and you began to tread water next to him, enamored by his arms as they slowly pushed through the water. One strand of his hair had fallen, arching against his forehead, and you lifted an arm to tuck it back with the rest of his water-slicked hair; but before you could touch him, his left hand came out of the water like a shark and caught your wrist. 

“You ran away from me,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“I’m sorry. You were right. It isn’t so bad in here.”

“Right now,” he said, his voice lowering, “I can hear every fish in this lake. I know where the turtles are climbing onto the fallen logs and I can smell the skin of a snake near the shore. I can feel the vibrations of your heartbeat, through the water and pulsating outwards.” His hand, underwater, grazed your chest. “I would never put you somewhere unsafe.”

Your voice caught in your throat. “You can hear and feel my heartbeat?”

“Clear as a bell.”

“What’s it telling you?”

“That you want me.” Matt’s hand wove through your hair, grabbing the roots of it to tilt your head back. With his other hand he traced from behind your ear down to your chin, and then, in a more decisive motion, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, bending in to kiss you. Without thinking you wrapped your legs around his middle, the tight muscle cool and smooth, and somehow he was able to keep you both afloat with only his legs treading water. 

“Matt—”

He silenced you by ramming his mouth into yours, and you gasped a bit as water splashed. His hands moved down to your neck, teasing at his strength with restrained and gentle ardor. You could feel his fingertips slide from the apex of your throat to around the nape of your neck, and all the while your own hands gripped at his bare back. 

His hands had just begun to explore further down, settling underneath your thighs, when he pulled away without warning. 

“What is it?” you asked softly. 

“Big fish,” was all he said, and then he was carrying you back out of the lake even faster than when he’d brought you in. You yelped, clinging to him and ensuring that all of your limbs were as tightly pressed against him as possible, until you were back out in the sun. Matt went to his knees in the sand and you slid off of him, laughing. 

“That was a joke, right?” you said, hair falling back into the sand and closing your eyes against the rays of the sun. 

“No,” he admitted. “There really was a big fish there. It came out of nowhere.”

“Or maybe the great Matt Murdock was a bit too distracted to notice its arrival.”

He playfully pushed at your shoulder. “I could always throw you back in, you know. You’ve proven that your threats to pummel me are empty.”

“Then maybe I’ll upgrade my threats. I happen to know the true identity of Daredevil — that’s some good blackmail, wouldn’t you say?” you asked, raising your eyebrows gaily.

“Another empty threat. You’d only end up indicting yourself as an accessory to my case.”

You changed tactics; arguing with a lawyer was never a good idea. “Might I remind you that you’ve proven your promises are empty? I seem to recall you assuring me that ‘the only fish nearby are small.’ Isn’t that what you said? So, following that line of reasoning — how do I know you’re going to make good on that pancake promise that you made me?”

Swiftly, Matt rolled over so that he was on top of you, his hands propped in the sand on either side of your head. You felt as though your entire body were buzzing, but you yanked your gaze away from him to check your surroundings first. 

“No one else is here,” Matt assured you, not moving a muscle. “I’ll make you a deal. If you forget any empty promises I might have made, then I’ll consider your empty threats forgotten.”

“Interesting proposition,” you said. “But I feel like this situation right here is an exemplar for some legal issue. I can’t remember which one. Coercion or something?”

Matt dipped his head so that you could feel his breath on your neck. “Thin ice, sweetheart. That sounds suspiciously close to you threatening again.”

You shut up quickly. 

Maybe, you decided, swimming in murky lakes didn’t always have to be such a bad thing. 

[vaguely-yandere]

Hi Chamomile! I wanted to say that I just LOVE ur blog and ur portrayal of yanderes. You don’t know how deflated I get when finding ONLY harmful yanderes in the tags. Ive always loved submissive yanderes and the like because they are SO CUTE!! U make them so LOVABLE AND CUTEEEEE!

Because u are my 1# favorite blog I wanted to share a yandere idea with u that I can’t stop thinking about:

Cowboy yanderes/southern yanderes. LIKE OH MY GAHHH😍 the southern accent, their polite manners (except for when they get rid of their rival and place their body all over the wide open fields they help maintain), the COURTINGGGG. I have this fantasy of like just a darling moving to a southern town because a. They are introverted as heck and don’t like the city and b. They want to live a quiet life by themselves (no family or friends). Just a cute darling that wants to live peacefully until…. The towns sweetheart falls in love with them. Good looks, lovely manners, church goer and helper to all! They are the total catch with suitors just hounding them down! It’s amazing to know that yandere stayed single for so long claiming to be waiting for the “right one” and while their MAY have been a potential suitor that was the best fit for yandere, yandere decided on the anti social newbie. Everyone BEWILDERED as to why yandere claimed this mess of a person as the love of their life, nobody can say it straight to their face tho(yandere SEETHES if anyone speaks I’ll of their darlin’) just this cutie following you around town, helping you carry your bags, opening every door for you, talking to the sales clerk if they have anything in the back if they don’t have it on shelves. I’m sorry I don’t know how to write as good as you do it buuuuuttt I hope I got you into it! Btw is it possible to be heart ❤️ anon? Thank uuuu!!

....... how did you know im southern ┬┴┬┴┤(-_├┬┴┬┴

but i can totally see cowboy yan being an absolute sweetie!! always gushing about you, always trying to help out around your house, inviting you to church or the bar, just so sweet!! and of course people are jealous but everyone knows not to mess with the sweet little cowboy who carries a knife around all the time, owns a few acres of land and is basically the town sheriff.. i mean, not unless you want all the aunties to shame you!!! and also end up tied up to a tree and left for the wild hogs to eat alive.

and theyre just so so nice, gardening for you, taking care of pests, teaching you about the local environment and such, scolding anyone who talks bad about you, basically teaching you how to be southern! you kinda struggle with it at first but with cowboys sweet nature and patience, you get the hang of it! and if you offer to help them with their chores, they might actually faint from happiness (and a bit of heatstroke)

speaking of heatstroke, i imagine youd struggle to adjust to the weather and end up wearing some less than conservative clothes and, well, there isnt anyone close enough to spy on you so why not just hang out in your backyard in barely anything? its hot, theres a nice breeze going, the sun is shining and if you end up falling asleep, no issue! it just gives cowboy yan the perfect opportunity to memorize how pretty you look, maybe try to secretly relieve some of the arousal they feel and get to church to confess how bad they feel, kneeling in front of the stained glass, sweaty with a hot face, hands clasped as they quietly admit their sin. no, not stalking you, silly! you were a gift to them from god! they just felt bad about touching themselves so close to your half naked form and giving into temptation! but they dont feel bad enough to stop themselves from doing it again and again and again!!!

eheheehe and i love imagining you putting their hat on, trying to be flirty and/or funny and just them trying so so hard not to combust as they try to explain what that means! so so cute!!

and gosh, i just love imagining this usually very tough looking, rugged yandere being absolutely whipped for you. fixing things around your house, taking you where ever you want, hell they'll even give you their jacket if you vaguely mention being chilly! and just imagining them getting on their knees in front of you, looking up at you with so much want... its hard not to give em what they want!

[wonderland-x-showtime]

I'm sorry if I submitted a request alr or if reqs r closed - I'm forgetful with things like this - but could I ask for some rui x reader comfort where reader is someone who gets along with basically everyone at school well and Rui feels like he isn't deserving of them as a partner because he's not as emotionally open or "normal" as them? So, reader asks him about not spending as much time next to them at school as he typically does which causes him to just break a little and cry.

Thanks in advance, you obv dont have to do this tho!

RUI WITH A MORE POPULAR READER

THIS IS SOOO BITTERSWEET poor rui frfr…,,, sorry this took so long! like i said finals is literally this week and I’m more busier than usual! and don’t worry, you haven’t submitted a request until now! also, i didn’t really understand what it meant by "reader asks him about not spending as much time next to them as he typically does”, so i went with my best guess and though that maybe you wanted RUI to just.. slowly avoid reader subconsciously as he also subconsciously held himself back during the Halloween event in wxs when TSUKASA gets injured by one of his inventions? sorry if this is not the case, please let me know and i will rewrite it. hope you enjoy the show!

KAMISHIRO RUI (神代類)

when you first started dating, RUI was honestly surprised. of course he didn’t doubt your love as just a simple prank on him, but he did overthink a lot bit since he’s well aware of both your social status’

you’re incredibly popular and loved by many people in school while he’s.. nobody. he’s a weirdo, as others would put.

you knew that and you still loved him despite the rumors spreading around that he might plan on blowing up the entire school, why? he genuinely believes he’s ruined your social reputation just by talking to him. despite all the rumors and weirdness he brought, you genuinely loved him.. right?

he doesn’t open up to you about his concerns as he was afraid you would realize that he’s right and leave him. instead he treats you in the best-RUI way possible.. although he’s a bit dumb when it comes to having a romantic relationship.

slowly say by day, the constant overthinking about how much he thinks he’s ruined your social life has taken a negative toll on his mental health and thus subconsciously led him to avoiding you more around school. it hurt him doing this but knew you’d be better off without him

this devastated you greatly, but you weren’t ready to give up on him. one day you finally corner him (NOT LITERALLY LMAO) and desperately ask him why he’s been avoiding you many times during the weeks which eventually led to months.

while he wouldn’t really cry at any situation, this one led him to slowly break down a tiny bit as he still tried to smile a bit, although it was very wonky and just sad to look at. he’s a quiet crier, so he whispers gently and tells you everything he’s been constantly thinking about. your reputation, his reputation, how he feels like a bad curse that’s ruining your reputation.

in the end though, you comfort him with a hug and a pep talk (or just a simple pep talk if you’re uncomfortable with physical touch) that you don’t care how negatively he affects your social reputation. if anyone dares to ask why, you will by staying by his side no matter what. you chose him as your boyfriend for a reason.

eventually this calms RUI down as he apologizes for crying a little bit in front of you, feeling very embarrassed by it. you tell him it’s fine, and he thanks you, thanks you for everything you said specifically. he knew you meant it deep inside your heart, and eventually he was able to return back to the same old RUI after that moment of vulnerability he had

while after since then he’s been less concerned about his reputation ruining yours, the thoughts will still be in his mind no matter what. it’s not like it’ll go away the minute you told him how you truly felt about him, but it’s mostly in the back of his mind now. he tries now to be more open to you privately about his feelings, knowing he shouldn’t keep you in the dust anymore.

[missmaywemeetagain]

How Sweet the Sound (a one-shot)

A/N: I'm almost a week late with the prompt "Are you always this shy?" but better late than never, I guess? Maybe not, cuz I absolutely punched myself in the face with this one. Don't ask me why. I think it's because I wanted to go in a totally different direction with it and then overcorrected. Sorry in advance. Truly.

Thanks always to my sister wives in chaos and crime: @be-my-ally @whositmcwhatsit @vintageshanny @ellie-24 @thatbanditqueen @powerofelvis and @from-memphis-with-love

TW: I don't want to give too much away (skip to the end before the Taglist for more specific TWs if you need to), but it's very sad/dark. And maybe not great writing since I did it in a flash and barely edited or revised? It's also my first foray into mid-late 70's E. And it's very short by my standards. It's an experiment on many levels! Beware lol.

Calloused fingertips dance over my bare belly. It feels wet, sticky. I can hardly breathe. It’s hard to piece together why, exactly. There’s too much…it’s too much…he’s too much. 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” The gentleness of his Southern drawl scares me. People only talk in that tone when things have gone from bad to worse. Worser to badder. Something like that.  

What was the question?

“Are you always this shy?” he jokes when the words won’t come, trying to lighten the mood and I think I manage a chuckle. A sputter at least. 

“That’s a girl,” he praises me, as though I’ve done something miraculous and terror shoots through me, sharp as a knife. “Now what’s your name, baby?”

What’s my name? Oh. My name…my name is…

“K-K-Kit,” I chatter out. 

“Well, hello there, Kitty Cat,” he coos, brushing the hair out of my eyes. “I’m Elvis.”

In any other circumstance, I would loathe the nickname, but coming from him, it doesn’t seem to matter. His eyes are soft behind his tinted glasses and I feel like I could drown in them if I’m not careful. 

Careful….

My vision blurs and I realize that I’m crying. 

Why am I crying?

“Are y-you a-a-an angel?” I whisper. 

“Oh, honey.” His voice cracks when he says it. He caresses my cheek. It feels like hello and goodbye and I love you all in one gentle touch. 

He takes off his sunglasses. 

Why is he wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night?

Goodness, his eyes are so blue. I blink away tears for the sole purpose of being able to look deeper. Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. 

He’s a stranger, but I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. 

Who…? Elvis. He said his name was Elvis. 

Those blues shine in the light of the street lamp. 

He starts to sing, quiet, just for me. “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound…”

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. 

Beautiful…he’s so beautiful. 

I start to shiver. 

A single tear rolls slowly down his cheek, glistening in the lamp light, catching on his upper lip as he sings. 

It’s not as scary now, not with the ethereal man and angelic voice watching over me. Not with his palm cupping my face so…so…intimately.

I want to keep looking at him forever and ever, but darkness begins to dim my sight. Heavy…my eyes are heavy. 

Maybe in a different life, one not as cruel as this, I’d have more time. I could look at him every day and touch his lovely face and listen to him sing to me.

“D-Don’t b-be sad,” I whisper. It’s so hard to get out, like cotton has filled my mouth. I want more than anything to wipe his tears away. 

I want…to stay.

“It’s okay, Kitty, it’s o-okay,” he stutters. 

It’s not.

But I’m not afraid anymore.

I keep my eyes on his. He doesn’t leave me alone or look away.

Everything…slows. 

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me…

The darkness comes.

*

Elvis trembles. Glass crunches under his heavy black boots when Billy and Red pull him up and back and out of the way of the emergency personnel rushing in around them. 

He’s uncharacteristically quiet as they put him in the car and drive him home. The only thing he manages to get out is how he wants to take care of all the expenses. 

Her poor family…

What a goddamned waste. It’s fucking unfair, he thinks. So young. Why would God take her like that?  

Kitty’s face, that innocent, pleading way she looked at him right before…it is stuck in his head. Even after scrubbing her blood off his hands until he is raw, he still feels her presence. Still hears her voice. It echoes in his head.

“Are you an angel?”

It hurts him deeply. It shouldn’t. He didn’t know her at all. He wasn't the one who hurt her. But being with her in those last moments, watching the life drain from her pretty eyes, cuts him to his core. It hits every soft spot he has.

A dark cloud descends upon him, one contemplating the meaning of all things, of mortality. He sobs for hours, rants and raves to no one, to God, sequestering himself upstairs, in the dark, for days. 

Is it days? He’s lost track.

There are no pills that first day because he thinks he has to be clear to understand, but maybe it’s more about punishing himself than anything else. It’s agony on every level.

He takes more pills than he needs to after that. 

Eventually, he sits, utterly numb, staring at the television but not really watching.

“Don’t be sad, Elvis.”

Kitty’s voice rings close by in his ears, firm and clear as a bell, startling him from his daze.

“Get up. Don’t be sad. It’s okay,” she urges.

And suddenly the dark cloud lifts.

“You’ll see me again, soon,” she adds, quieter this time.

He knows. 

He knows.

*

TW: dying, death, blood, grief, allusions to depression and drug abuse

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[smolkiwi98]

First Drink

Oof...this is long and I am sorry! I finally finished it and I'm sorry for the wait on this but here it is! If there any errors I'm sorry. It's 4:46am and just finished this!

Billy Hargrove fluff!

Warning: Mentions of drinking, getting drunk, and cigarettes. Oh and vomiting! Not sure if these are really warnings, but yeah.

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You were never the popular person, you liked to stay to yourself most of the time. Your circle was very small, but it was filled with people who were the only real people you knew. This all changed when the one and only Billy Hargrove asked you out. When this first happened you laughed at him thinking it was some kind of joke, but he generally wanted to be with you which shocked you completely! You two have been dating for seven months now and you’ve been the happiest you’ve ever been, but the only issue you have are the parties. 

You’ve never been invited to a single party until you started dating Billy, in fact none of the popular girls ever spoke to you until you started dating Billy and that gave you an uneasy feeling in your gut. You’ve been invited to your 5th party and of course you were told to pass the message to your boyfriend. You wouldn’t have a problem doing this, but the cheer captain told you about the party and her wanting you to tell Billy just made you…let's just say upset. Sighing you closed your locker and started to make your way to your last class. 

When the bell rang you collected your things and like always you were the last one out of the classroom. Once you finally exited the classroom there stood your boyfriend smiling brightly at you. His smile never fails to make you feel the butterflies in your stomach, blushing lightly you return the smile “Hey, Darlin.” He said, walking over to you “Hey.” You said quietly. Billy knew you were shy and he was also a lot taller than you, so when you spoke quietly to him in the halls or anywhere he would always bend down eye level with you and give you a small smirk “I’m sorry…I didn’t hear you there.” He said in a deep husky voice making you blush “H-Hey.” You said a little louder, making him smile and stand back up. You hated when he did that to you, but it was to make you feel more confident in yourself and show that you can speak as loud as you wanted. Billy put his arm around you and led you out of the school and to his car. 

Once you two were in the car on the way to god knows where you leaned up a little to turn the music down making Billy glance at you and then back to the road “Everything okay?” He asked. You were trying to find a way to tell him about the party without sounding annoyed that the cheer captain asked you. You let out a small breath “Did um…did Ashley invite you to her party?” You asked while picking at your nails. He tilted his like he was thinking and shook his head “Ashley didn’t ask me, but I heard someone mention it at lunch. Why do you ask?” You shrugged and laid your head back against the headrest “She invited us…well you.” You said correcting yourself. The car comes to a stop at a light and Billy takes that time to look at you “What do you mean me? If she invites me that means you also.” This is the side people don’t see with Billy. He puts on the bad boy asshole front, but in reality he’s nothing but a huge softy. You turn your head to look back at him “She sounded like she really only wanted you there.” Billy sighs and starts to drive again “The party tonight?” You don’t say anything and just nod your head “Then I’ll pick you up at 8.” You wanted to protest, but everytime you did he’d always end up winning anyway.

~Time Skip~

8:00pm came around faster than you wanted it to, but to your luck Billy was a little late so that gave you time to prepare yourself. These parties weren’t always fun. Sometimes you had fun, but most of the time it just ended up with you latched onto Billy's arm while the girls gossiped about how you’re a goody goody and never dared to touch a beer or a cigarette. You stood from your bed and walked to your mirror to check your outfit one more time. You never dressed up in skirts or dresses, so your outfit was simple. A pair of ripped jean shorts, Billy’s red button up shirt that was buttoned up to where your chest wouldn’t show but your cleavage was a bit on display and since the length was too long you tied it to be a crop top, and of course your shoes were your worn out black high tops. Your hair wasn’t really done up, you just kind of left it a little messy, and your makeup was simple. Just eyeliner, masscrea, and clear lip gloss.

Just as you were debating on changing you hear a car horn. You walk to your window and see it was Billy. He stood on the outside of his car leaning against it as he lit his cigarette and waited patiently on you. You nibbled on your bottom lip admiring him, yes it sounds creepy but how can you not? He’s just…he’s just so pretty. The way his hair curled and that one curl that hung on his forehead, the jeans being slightly too tight, and the way his blue button up was buttoned. It always made you weak in the knees the way he had his shirts, his chest showing perfectly. Which is why you got so jealous when other girls would look at him. Toxic yes, but goddamn that man is yours. You backed away from your window and made your way out the door to meet him outside. Once you opened that door and he got a good look at you he smiled that sly side smile “I like your shirt.” He said pointing at you, cigarette in his hand. You smiled and stood in front of him looking down at the shirt “Thanks! I found it in my closet. Not sure where it came from.” You chuckled and looked up at him. He let out a small chuckle “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I got a purple shirt somewhere in my closet. Looks like a girls shirt, has a butterfly on the sleeve.” You let out a gasp “Is that where it is!? I’ve been looking for that shirt.” Billy laughed and opened the door “Get in, dork.” He said kissing the top of your head. 

Once you two made it to the party you started to get nervous, and Billy could tell right away when you stepped out of the car. Placing his hand on your waist he leans down to your ear “It’s going to be okay. Just stay with me, yeah?” You nodded your head and let him lead the way. The longer you stayed by his side and let him guide you around made you think more and more about the things the girls say about you. The goody goody with Billy Hargove, it makes no sense. Looking around you spot the kitchen and tug on Billys sleeve to get his attention. When he was looking at you, you told him you were headed to the bathroom. He nodded and moved his hand away from your waist. 

Being away from him at a party felt weird, but you wanted to have a taste of the party life. You wanted to taste a beer, maybe even a shot and hell…why not try a cigarette or something a little stronger? When you walked into the kitchen you noticed the cheerleaders surrounding the punch bowl that you wanted to get to, Ashley was the first to notice you which made your heart race scared of what she would do “Oh, its Y/N. What brings you in here? Shouldn’t you be sipping on some water while attached to your boyfriend.” Her words didn’t sound hurtful, but they kinda hurt. You took a deep breath and put your hands in your back pockets standing up straighter to seem more confident. “I’m a-actually wanting some of that punch.” You said softly, but loud enough for them to hear you. The girls giggled at you, but stepped away from the bowl so you could fix a cup, but Ashley beat you to it and handed you the cup “Here you go…make sure not to drink too much. Don’t want you being sloppy.” You took the cup and rolled your eyes before taking a sip and holy shit…was this the best thing you’ve ever had!

You were on your fourth cup and to say you were light weight was an understatement. You couldn’t find your boyfriend so you wandered outside to the backyard to see what they were up to. It looked like they had a keg and that’s where you found your boyfriend. His buddies held him up while he did a kegstand. Everyone was cheering him on, so you slowly stumbled your way over and started to cheer along with them. Now, you weren’t a sloppy drunk like Ashley said you would be. You were the kind that wanted to dance, sing, and…maybe you got a little touchy. When Billy was put down he was smiling and high fiving his friends until he saw you “Y/N!” He said over the loud music now standing in front of you “I thought you were going to the bathroom.” He said holding you by the hips to stop you from swaying a little. The longer he looked at you it finally clicked “Are you drunk?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You giggled and brought your hand up to his chest tracing circles on his skin “Yeeeah.” You said through your drunkin giggles. Billy wasn’t upset with you, but he was slightly worried. It’s your first time being drunk and he wasn’t sure how you were going to act, so instead of being strict with you he just followed behind you to watch after you. He wanted you to let loose and have fun so he wasn’t going to stop you.

Finding your way to the living room where everyone was dancing was where Billy found out you could actually dance. Pour Some Sugar On Me started playing which is one of your favorite songs and it’s also the song that people realized your shorts were a little too short and your shirt was getting looser. Singing along and moving your hips to the beat you accidentally spilt some of your drink on your chest which made you laugh and turn to Billy “I-Its funny because of th-e song!” You shouted over the music. Of course he would laugh at you, but when he saw your shirt getting loose his laughter stopped. “Hey, Darlin…maybe you should come with me.” He said walking over to you. You frowned and shook your head “But…is my favorite song!” You protested, “I know, but it's important.” You rolled your eyes and turned around to continue dancing. Billy sighed and walked up behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. Everyone cheered and laughed at the two of you, but it was obvious you weren’t enjoying his actions.

Billy had carried you to the bathroom and locked the both of you inside. Once you were put down you immediately tried to get past him to walk out “No, Y/N. We gotta wipe the beer off your chest and fix your shirt.” You looked down at yourself “I’m fine.” You slurred. Billy had a feeling you were going to be a stubborn drunk the moment he saw your eyes outside. Without saying a word he lifted you up onto the counter and stepped between your legs “I’m not letting you back out there so all the guys can look at your chest.” You didn’t pay attention to his words, your fuzzy brain was too focused on Billy standing between your legs while his chest was on full display. He spoke to you the whole time he was cleaning you up and fixing your shirt, but the words went into one ear and the other “Hey…are you listening to me?” He asked lifting your head up by your chin “Yeah. Mmhmm.” “Then what did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow “Um..something about a chest?” Billy shook his head “You got one word right…” He paused when he noticed your face turn slightly pale “You okay?” You nodded your head and then shook your head “I don’t feel too good.” You mumbled “Okay…come on.” Billy said in a soft voice while helping you off the counter and leading you to the toilet “Sit down on the floor for me.” You looked up at him nibbling on your bottom lip “But…this is a stranger's bathroom.” He looked at you confused and then his eyes went wide “No! No…just get on the floor in front of the toilet.” Without another word you did as you were told and that’s when it all hit you “Billy…” You whined quietly “I’m right here. Just getting you a cold rag.” He said while running a washcloth under some cold water. Before he could come and sit with you, you started to vomit. You hated when you threw up. Your body would shake, your body hurt afterwards, and it always made you cry. Billy turned his head towards you and quickly made his way to your side “I-I don’t like this.” You mumbled with tears in your eyes before getting sick again “I know, babe…but you gotta get it all up.” He said moving your hair out your face “Got a hair tie?” You only nodded and lifted your wrist letting him take it and put your hair up. He placed the cold rag on the back of your neck and rubbed your back “You’re okay.” He said, pressing his lips on your head.

Billy didn’t take you home that night. He knew your parents would lose it if they found out you were drunk, but they were fine with you staying the night with him which didn’t make sense to him. He got you into his room and started to help you change into something comfortable. “I don’t wanna go to bed.” You whined while climbing into bed with him and laying on top of him. You pressed little kisses against his neck making him place his hands on your back and hips “Baby, you gotta sleep.” You didn't say anything and your movements paused “Darlin?” He asked and then he heard your soft snores. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes “I don’t think I’m going to let you drink again.” He whispered to himself.

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[corporalicent]

first kiss

alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen

sinopsis: they were of age to start to find husbands, but one thing they were worried about is: they didn’t know how to kiss.

a/n: english isn’t my first language, sorry! this is the universal experience of ‘oh i don’t know how to kiss, can you help me?’ (please tell me it's a universal experience)

ao3

They were getting closer to an age where young girls started to see weddings as a goal in life, well that's what their respective families told them.

Rhaenyra had to married someone to countine with the Royal family, and Alicent had to married so her brothers would've better matches in the future.

Either way, marriage was in the horizon.

Lady Alicent was very excited to start this phase of her life, maybe because all the attention from her family has on her.

"Oh, I can't wait to meet my future husband", the Lady said as she walked from one side of the room to the other.

"I don't get the excitement, to be honest", replied Rhaenyra. The Princess' reaction was the opposite to Alicent's. She wasn't ready to be a wife or a mother. She didn't want that responsibility.

"Well, you always get this type of attention. This is the first time I got it", Alicent said. "Besides, I want a big wedding where everyone in the Kingdom is invited. A beautiful gown and a handsome groom", she twriled while imaginng her perfect wedding.

"And who would be your groom?", Rhaenyra asked rather jealous. "Oh, I don't know. Someone noble from a good house and a good reputation".

"Or maybe a bastard", she replied jokely. Alicent's face dropped at her comment, and that was enough of Rhaenyra to made her laugh hard. "Don't you mock me, father would never let me go down on that horrible pathway", she said seriously.

"But, can you imagine that day? And finishing the beautiful ceremony with a lovely kiss-", she stopped the sentence with a worried face.

"Oh, what happened?", Rhaenyra asked also worried. "I don't know how to kiss", the Princess laughed at the worry of the Lady.

"Don't laugh, this is serious", she said and Rhaenyra let out a small 'sorry' as she continued to talk. "What if my husband doesn't love me for the way I kiss? Or worse, what if I'm a horrible kisser?", she started to walk from a side to the room to the other... again.

"Well, I can teach you", she said confiendly. Alicent stopped her walk to look at her, "Wait, do you know?".

"Oh yeah", she lied. "It's not as hard as you think. Come here", she made a gesture to her to made sit next to her.

She sat as fast as she could next to Rhaenyra, who was a little bit nervous. "So, what should I do?", she asked.

Rhaenyra took Alicent's hair that was in her face and moved it. "I think you just... need to feel the conexion with the other person", she said.

"Oh, if that was so easy", the Lady argued. "I can show you", she replied quickly. Alicent just nodded slowly.

Rhaenyra took corague and got closer to her friend. Her eyes closed as she felt Alicent's breath, maybe because she saw people closing their eyes to kiss or because she was scared.

Her lips touched the Lady's lips. Both of them could feel their skin getting hotter and red as small touch continued. Rhaenyra's mouth opened a little bit, making Alicent's do the same. And their tongues went into each other's mouths.

They stayed like that for a minute or two, while their saliva mixed with each other and their tongues danced together.

Alicent took a step back with a small smile from that experience. "So, am I a bad kisser?", she asked.

"Not at all", she replied quickly. "I mean," she said with shame, "your future husband would think you're a good kisser".

"I had a good teacher", she said as she kissed Rhaenyra's cheek as a thank you.

[your-dearest-sunshine]

Leon and his Bodyguard!Reader

after reading this post from the lovely @bellafragolina and writing this drabble in their inbox about bodyguard!reader, they gave me praise so i decided to write out the drabbles into full posts :D here's part 1 with Leon bc i was too tired to finish Raihan and Piers lol (who will be coming out int the near future)

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Leon never thought about getting a bodyguard on his own. He was the champion, the strongest trainer in the region, so why would he need someone to protect him? He could do it just fine.

Well, the Pokémon League’s Board decided otherwise. They acknowledged that while, yes, Leon was the most capable trainer in Galar, he was also prone to getting into sticky scenarios due to his lack of direction and popularity. It was known that he was very kind to all his fans and that he had a hard time saying “no” to any of their requests, even if they were being unreasonable. They needed someone to help him in times like those.

So when the board told him he would be getting a bodyguard soon, he was a little peeved. Leon wasn’t a stupid man, and he felt like the board was babying him after they described the bodyguard’s duties like a glorified babysitter.

He was told a lot about you before your official meeting. Turns out, you practically grew up at the Fighting Dojo in Kanto’s Saffron City. It was a world-renowned place where martial artists were truly tested on their fighting and battling skills. You were the real deal.

Leon even tried to find you on social media beforehand. When he couldn’t, he outsourced Raihan for help. But, even the dragon trainer fell short. You were seriously kept under wraps. You must’ve been terrifying.

So, when he walked into the Pokémon League Office in Wyndon to officially meet you, he was pretty shell shocked.

His bodyguard was you? The most attractive person in the room? You, with the pretty face and prevalent muscles?

That…was not what he was expecting.

You introduced yourself and your partner: a rather vicious looking Arbok. You were calm, collected, and level-headed. You spoke smoothly, but also rather impersonally. It was obvious you took your job seriously. Well, you had to. He was the unbeatable champion of Galar, after all.

Funnily enough, your snake seemed more friendly than you did at first. Arbok shook Leon’s hand with the end of its tail, hissing happily. You barely even offered a warm smile.

You were, as expected, phenomenal at your job.

While most Galarians were drawn to Leon’s recognizable outfits and large grin, your apathetic stare made most of them waver.

Arbok, however, was the nail in the coffin for those who lingered.

If anyone slightly nefarious or rude-looking so much as even looked at Leon, Arbok stretched itself tall and spread out its menacing hood. Arbok’s glare stunned even the most strong-willed people into stillness. It would add a hiss in too, just for good measure.

Also, imagine if any person tries to grab or touch Leon without permission…they’re getting whacked. 

Arbok’s tail is pure muscle, and they’re lucky that it holds back its strength just enough so it doesn’t break anyone’s bones.

Nobody's ever tried to reach for Leon a second time.

There’s a few times, however, when he has to do things in locations where Pokémon aren’t allowed. You excel in times like those.

Anyone approaching Leon? You step between them and him with a firm shake of your head and a polite, but firm, dismissal.

“I’m sorry, but Champion Leon isn’t meeting fans right now.”

After a glance at your stone-cold features, most people apologize and leave. If anyone persists, you knock them down a few pegs (verbally, of course). Nobody’s stayed around long enough after that to see what you would do if they were even more stubborn. Leon knows that it wouldn’t be pretty.

He always feels bad for his dejected fans, but he also appreciates what you do for him. The League was right, having someone to say “no” for him really was helpful.

After a short while, Leon realizes that he doesn’t feel much closer to you than when he first met you. He doesn’t like that realization.

He noticed that he was going to be spending most of his waking hours with you, so he’d better make the most of it.

Leon worked hard on becoming your friend. Any time he could, he tried to fill in the silence with small talk and conversations. He wanted to get to know you, after all.

Over time, you would reply to his questions with longer and more detailed answers.

Do you have any other Pokémon? Yes, but they preferred to stay at home.

“Will I ever get to meet them someday?”

“Maybe. Most of them aren’t as experienced as Arbok for this line of work, however.”

Are you experienced with battling? Yes, however you don’t do it recreationally. Only as a form of defense or strength training.

“You have to battle me sometime!”

“Leon, I’m your bodyguard, not your training dummy.”

Have you been in Galar a long time? No, you moved here from Kanto after being personally chosen for the job.

“Your Galarian is very good for only being here this long!”

“Thank you, Galarian is one of the seven languages I know.”

“...what?”

Turns out you’re versatile in countless subjects. Languages, geography, history, and stealing Leon’s heart. Oh, did I forget to mention that earlier?

It took some time, but you eventually drop most of the formalities and treat him like a friend. He didn’t mind how long it took, just learning about you every day made the whole process worth it.

This man is whipped.

He notices the way your smiles make him swoon and how your rare laughs make his heart stutter.

Leon is somewhat anxious about revealing his feelings to you. I mean, you’re very serious about protecting him. What if you resign from the job because his feelings complicate everything and you see that as unprofessional?

He’s thinking about what he’s going to do about his emotions during the train ride to Wedgehurst. He’s so stuck in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize he gets separated from you when swarmed by the crowd waiting for him outside of the station.

Snapping back to reality, Leon greets the Wedgehurst people and goes into one of his regular champion-esq spiels. He walks while he talks, not even noticing how far he’s already wandered inside of the town (while also moving away from Postwick, his destination).

Suddenly, his iconic cape is ripped from his back and the perpetrator starts to sprint their way towards route two, moving quite fast. The crowd, obviously, explodes into a mob of yelling and becomes a mini-stampede. Leon can barely move.

Then there’s a hiss so loud and so threatening that it would cause a Gyarados to cower like a Whimpod. The crowd parts like the Mauville Sea and Leon can only catch a glimpse at your Arbok darting after the thief at extreme speeds before you grab his wrist and start running.

You yank him through the crowd and down a few side streets before rushing towards Postwick. Every movement you make is definite and calculated. You know exactly where you’re going and Leon can’t help but be mesmerized at your collectedness and efficiency.

Together you arrive just outside his childhood home. On the way there, your hand had somehow slipped into his. You don’t even let go or allow him to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you alright? Did they take anything else from you? Why did you wander off so fast from the train station? Couldn’t you hear me when I called for you?”

Your worry, the feeling of your hand intertwined with his, and your unwavering composure makes his heart thump wildly.

He wants to kiss you so bad.

“I–”

“Lee, you’re home!”

The tension snaps like a rubber band and you and the champion turn to see his younger brother run up towards you both.

As you drop his hand, Leon turns to glance at you like a kicked Yamper before Hop throws himself into his champion brother’s arms.

Of course Hop was waiting for him outside. He shouldn’t even be surprised.

With his brother in his grasp, and you by his side, Leon thinks he’ll confess to you another time.

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i like this so much omg. if you can, spare me a like, comment, or repost and i'll be very happy :) stay tuned for parts two and three!! if you like my writing, check out my previous Dad!Ingo post here! it's like double the length of this one and i love it a whole lot too. also, requests are open if you want okay bye ily

[moonylight28]

Might get hate but

Mk1 ships I got: Pt 1

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Bi-Han / Kung Lao: I think they’d match each others vibe, at the end I’ll have something wholesome :3

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Bi-Han: your are a disgrace

Kung Lao: *you’re

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Bi-Han: I hate you. I can’t stand you. And-

Kung Lao: -and you love me.

Bi-Han:………nOoOo

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Kung Lao: I have to thank you for inspiring my hat

Bi-Han: take it off.

Kung Lao: what??? No.

Bi-Han: so you don’t want to kiss me?

Kung Lao:……..maybe.

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Ok to the wholesome part! I feel like Bi-Han would try to be a big spoon and all ‘I’m the man’ like but Lao would just be better at it :D

Also believe that Bi-Han would kinda treat Lao like a mistress and try to deny having a relationship with Lao and kinda be a dick about it when it was brought up but full heartedly love Lao

Also believe that Bi-Han would always buy Lao his favorite foods and stuffed animals which is so cute 😍 and Lao would try to deny them but ultimately give up and just keep them 😍 man I’m really lonely aren’t I

Also think Lao would be very loving in public but Bi-Han would act really cold hearted, but once they were away from people Bi-Han would hug and immediately apologize for the way he acted

I also think that Bi-Han has bad anger issues and Lao try’s to help him with it, sometimes taking a few hits in the process

I think that Lao and Bi-Han would switch on who’s turn it would be to the big spoon :D

Also, man there are a lot of also that Bi-Han has been caught wearing Laos hat on occasion!

And I feel like even when Bi-Han is almost unreadable in emotions that Lao would almost always know what’s up and try to help him even when Bi-Han didn’t want it

Also I feel like when Lao got a cold Bi-Han wouldn’t know what to do because he doesn’t want to make it worse cas he has ice powers so on occasion he asks Raiden if he knows what to do for colds with Kung Lao without telling him why he needs to know, :D

When cuddling at night Bi-Han wraps his bare hands around Laos chest and Lao always groans about his hands are too cold! Like they wouldn’t be lol. But eventually Bi-Han would wear little mittens just for Lao so they could cuddle 🥰

Also think that Bi-Han is very touchy but hates being touched, unless it’s by Kung Lao or his brothers

Now for some cute dialogue :D ❤️:

Kuai Liang: oh! It’s so nice you found someone! Who is she?

Bi-Han: ……. She?

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Bi-Han: I’m not dating that ignorant little monk!

Kuai Liang: you don’t have to get mad about it brother! I do not judge!

Smoke: we do not judge Johnny and Kenshi!

Bi-Han: shut up! Why would I want a useless, worthless monk to be the love of my life!

Johnny Cage: that’s a tad harsh.

Bi-Han: stay out of this you Adam Sandler wannabe!

Johnny: wait, you know who Adam Sandler is?

Kung Lao: Bi-Han!

Bi-Han: get out of here you! You-!

Kuai Liang: you’ve made you point Bi-Han!

Later that night…

Bi-Han hugging Lao while crying into his arms in his bed: iM sO sOrRy, yOu aRe tHe lOvE oF mY LiFe. yOu aRe nOt wOrThLeSs…… iM sO sOrRy….

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Bi-Han: I’m not in love with a shaolin.

Tomus: denial is river in Egypt

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Bi-Han coming back from the store, handing Lao his favorite food

Lao: you really must stop getting me these things

Bi-Han: never.

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Bi-Han just waking up: why do I smell burning?

Kung Lao trying to put out fire in the kitchen: I was trying make you breakfast!

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Kuai Liang: I swear to god if you break up with my brother I will cut your-

Kung Lao: Calm down scorpion!

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Bi-Han: so what dose Kung Lao like?

Raiden: uh, chicken I guess, but he mostly likes everything food wise, why do you ask?

Bi-Han: no reason

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Bi-Han cuddling Lao: I love you so much, you are what heats my heart, you are the light of my life and I don’t know what I would do without you

Lao: awwww

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Now the best of both worlds :D I made art for these two cuties :3

[moonjxsung]

by (potentially) ‘shutting down’ ur blog, do you mean like deleting it or just taking all the fics off? Cause I’d be super sad if you werent around anymore :( (and I mean YOU and not ur fics - i mean I would be sad about your fics but I care about you a person hahahhaa sorry I’m so bad at wording do you get what I am trying to say alskjsjdjd I mean like you are who I care abt staying and not ur fics) ofc if and whenever you do decide to completely close this chapter, we all want the best for u and wish u the best and will support u 🫶🫶🫶

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firstly, I would never abandon this account without giving you guys a reason or posting a goodbye message! so at least if I do disappear from here I will absolutely take my time to give my proper goodbyes and give my thanks to all of you, it’s literally the least I could do for ALL that you’ve done for me. I would potentially be open to keeping this blog around just as a skz blog, but candidly I’m not sure I would be on here too much. I’m so used to using this blog for publishing my work and just fulfilling the role of an author and I think I would feel strange assimilating back into a regular blog if that makes sense. BUT I also acknowledge that there are so many meaningful relationships and bonds I have with the people on here, so it’s not like we wouldn’t be able to connect some other way! When I do decide to close this chapter I will absolutely let you guys know where else you can find me and how we can keep in touch, and I hope you guys know even if this blog isn’t around, you will always have a safe space with me.

For now though I have no intention shutting down this blog just yet and I’m still writing longer fics so I’m not going anywhere for a while longer! You’re all stuck with moonjxsung for a little bit longer WHO CHEERED *extremely loud incorrect buzzer noises*

I love you guys so much whether you’re a reader or a silent follower or you drop by to chat regularly. Seriously, whatever role you play here you’re very important to me and I love you very dearly. If I’ve achieved anything on here I just hope it’s to make you feel like you belong on this corner of the internet !

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