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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years ago

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Baby

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Warnings: smut, daddy/baby kink, DEAN FUCKING WINCHESTER (yes he is a warning himself because he is damn hot)

Author’s note: Hi loves! Here the second day of my kinktober. I enjoyed writing this so much. I love Dean and I love the idea of him into dirty talking so, you are welcome ;)

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DAY 2: Dirty talking

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Do you like it baby?" Dean says as he looks at one of the loves of his life. With one hand he touches her gently, and whispers a few more compliments. The scene that paints itself before you is awkward, to say the least.

You can't help but snort as you watch your boyfriend "make love" with his car again. Feeling observed Dean immediately turns and looks at you, not immediately understanding what is wrong.

"Are you okay?" Seeing your face, which at the moment was not exactly the picture of happiness. You, unable to bear that situation any longer, get up from the garage counter on which you were sitting and quickly leave.

"Hey, baby, where are you going?" asks Dean following you, not understanding the reason for your discouragement.

Upon hearing that per name, fury ignites in you like a match that quickly sets a whole unsafe building made of ruined playing cards on fire. You turn toward him, anger erupting inside you, as he looks at you shocked.

"Don't even try to call me by that name Winchester! First you call your fucking car that and then your girlfriend! Are you kidding! I'm worth less than that piece of junk! If that's the case you might as well stop looking for me because you and I are done!" You scream shocking both Dean and you. When you finish an awkward silence falls between you, to say the least, so you quickly run to our room, and lock yourself in, too embarrassed to confront Dean right now about what you had said a few seconds ago. Slowly you make your way to your bed and sit down, thinking again about what had come out of your mouth. It had never occurred to you to yell like that at the oldest Winchester man, even before we started dating and were just two friends-enemies at work.

Inside you know you're a little sorry you said those things about Baby, after all, you love that car too and along with Dean and Sam, you have many of your fondest memories with them inside that car, but today has been a particularly heavy and difficult day for you, because all day long, since this morning, you've been craving to make love to Dean. You feel your cheeks immediately get hot at the idea of what you've been wanting to do to your boyfriend well since this morning, before being interrupted by Castiel, due to an emergency.

You had tried to forget the wet feeling in your panties, hoping that by merely passing time, your desire would subside until this evening, but instead seeing him move in his workshop had only inflamed even more the passion I already felt inside you.

You know you were wrong to yell at him like that, but at that moment I felt like I was going crazy, and you just wanted him to look at you and read in your eyes everything you wanted to do with him, instead of just looking at the car. For more than half an hour you had been thinking of all the ways he could take you on the hood of that car, and he was just thinking about how to polish it better. You're a little shocked by this fact because usually the one of the two of you who is usually the more resourceful in these things is him, and not you, and yet it looks like Dean Winchester had become a priest today.

You realize you are lost in your thoughts when you hear someone knocking at the door, already knowing who it was.

"Come in." You say in a whisper, so softly you're surprised I heard you, and yet, the door opens and shows your Dean in all his glory.

"Ehy" He says in an unsure voice as he looks at you waiting for your answer. You see pain shining in his eyes, from what you had said earlier probably, and immediately you feel guilty. You look into his eyes and wave to him to come and sit next to you. He pauses for a moment before doing what you had told him.

As soon as he rests on the bed you feel the warmth of his body immediately warm me, and unconsciously you move closer to him seeking comfort.

"Sorry" You say at the same time, and then look up and stare into each other's eyes and let a light laugh break free, and lighten the air a little.

"I'll start." Dean affirms and then takes a deep breath and begins to speak. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how I was neglecting you, and I know I'm a dickhead and for that I apologize. I promise I will look at my car less and commit to doing more things with you that you enjoy. But you must promise me that next time you will tell me sooner if something bothers you and not just after so long. I love you and I want you to be okay, I don't want you to suffer anyway, and I don't want to be the cause of your discouragement especially, so please talk to me." He concludes the talk as he takes your hands and leaves a sweet kiss on both of them.

Again a wave of guilt makes its way inside you, as with your right hand I take his chin and again cause his gaze to rest in your eyes.

"You are not the one who should apologize. The fault is really only mine. Of course I would like you to look at Baby less, but I understand what it means to you, and I enjoy spending time with you fixing it and getting to know it. Today your car has been nothing more than the innocent victim of my anger and impatience." You confess, as you gently caress his cheek with your other free hand. He immediately places his face in your palm and enjoys that contact as he frowns.

"What made you so angry?" He asks curiously, before changing his expression and becoming very frightened. "Is it something I did?" He asks fearfully, and you shake your head slightly amused.

"You didn't do anything." You say, lowering your gaze. "On the contrary, it's something you didn't do." You continue in a low voice, thinking he doesn't hear you, but as always luck is not on your side and he looks at you even more confused, trying to understand the meaning of your words, like a puppy learning commands for the first time.

"What wouldn't I have done love? If you try to explain, I might find a solution. "He says, trying to be convincing, but immediately you feel your cheeks get hot and you imagine you have turned the color of a bell pepper. You stammer incomprehensible explanations for a few minutes before taking a big breath closing your eyes and deciding that the omelette was now done. You close your eyes before opening them again and looking down at your hands, while in a low voice you confess to Dean what seems to be your biggest secret.

"Do you remember this morning when Castiel arrived?" You ask unsure, not looking at him. He takes your hands and tries to lower himself to meet your gaze.

"Of course I remember." Responds the older Winchester, not understanding where this speech is actually going.

"Well, do you also happen to remember what we were doing before Castiel came along?" You go on in a whisper, thinking more and more that it was the wrong idea. He pauses for a moment, trying to bring back the images of this morning, not understanding what you are referring to. Then, like lightning in a clear sky, an image appears before his eyes.

You lying under him as he kissed your neck and you moaning his name like a prayer. His hand was under your shirt and was caressing your breasts, while he was positioned between your legs, making sure that you felt his presence in the most sensitive spot on your body. Remembering that scene, everything immediately seems to make sense now in Dean's mind and like a puzzle everything seems to take on a sensible shape.

You meanwhile had looked up, sensing this important silence on his part, and now as you are staring at him, you notice that his usual little mocking smile seems to be forming on his lips, and you realize that he now knows, too.

Dean slowly approaches you, before moving your hair away from your neck with a hand gesture as light as a gentle gust of spring wind. Soon after, you feel his lips settle, light as a butterfly on a flower, on your neck. You cannot help but let out a silent moan as you feel every muscle in your body relax and melt under his touch, as you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure of that moment. You bend your neck slightly, giving him the chance to have access to more skin, and so he slowly begins to leave a trail of kisses along every inch of your skin, until satisfied with his work he pulls away, licking his now red and swollen plump lips, to go whisper something in your ear. At the loss of that contact you let a soft moan escape your lips, and you hear him smile against your ear as he strokes your face with his hand.

"Is my poor little girl sad because this morning Daddy didn't finish what he started? Were you in such a bad mood because you didn't get my cock? Oh poor my needy little girl." Dean whispers in your ear as he takes your earlobe between his lips. You can't help but moan, not caring that either Sam or Castiel could come in at any moment. You immediately feel your panties get wet, just hearing his words. The hunter's hand travels and passes from your face, to caress your breasts over your shirt, to pass over your belly and finally reach the beating heart of your pleasure. With an expert gesture he gets his hand into your pants, which even you cannot understand how he managed to do it, but the only thing you know is that within seconds you feel his fingers caressing your pussy. You just repeat his name like a mantra, as if it were the only certain thing in your mind clouded by the pleasure he is giving you, just with that simple gesture and his words.

"Oh feel how wet you are baby. You like what I'm doing to you, don't you? Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?" he asks, but you can't answer, so you just nod, but he, not satisfied with your answer, withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking on them as if they were the tastiest lollipop he's ever tasted, so much so that you let out a moan of approval.

You look at him and immediately can't help but let another involuntary sound escape from your mouth of pleasure at seeing him perform that impure act. He looks at you smiling and brings his fingers back into your pussy to collect some more of your fluids, and this time when he takes his hand away, he rests his fingers on your lips, and with his piercing green eyes he stares straight into your eyes.

"Suck baby, I want you too to know how good your pussy is." He says, in a rough and sensual tone, so keeping your gaze fixed in his eyes, you wrap his fingers between your lips and begin to suck lightly, to increase more and more the eagerness with which you do it. He cannot help but be pleased as he watches you. You feel by now that a lake has formed in your panties, so you let go of his fingers, and ask him in a whisper.

"Please Dean, I need more." You beg him, as you begin to undo his pants with one hand. He immediately stops you, laying his large rough hand on yours, while the other takes your face in his hands and brings your eyes back to his.

"What do you want baby? You have to tell me, or how can I give it to you." He says, with a mocking smile plastered on his face. You blush again, as you gather your courage.

"I-I need you Dean." You say at the end, finding no other words to say it.

"Oh my little girl is embarrassed? Is she afraid to say she wants my cock inside her? You don't have to be ashamed baby, if that's what you want you'll get it, but you have to tell Daddy well what you want first." He explains as he slowly strips you of the various garments you are wearing. First he takes off your T-shirt, then your pants, next he moves on to your bra and last your panties, letting the cold air of the room come in contact with your warm center, making you shiver, and making your mind unable to think of anything else but him fucking you so hard that he slams the headboard of the bed into the wall, so hard that it leaves its mark. You look at him begging him not to humiliate you like that, but you know deep down you like it when he talks like that, and he knows it too so he lets you go.

"Please Daddy, I need your big cock inside my little pussy. I need you to fuck hard just the way you know how, please Daddy." You beg him as again you start to undo his pants, but this time he doesn't stop you and lets you do it, smiling contentedly.

"That's right, my little girl needs to be fucked every day or she goes into withdrawal, doesn't she baby?" He says, as he watches you wrap your lips around his member and can't help but moan at that scene.

"That's right baby, you're great. You like sucking my cock, don't you?" He asks as he gathers all your hair into a messy tail, imposing the rhythm he likes best. You nod, trying not to choke, and he can't help but smile in satisfaction. "You like it when I talk to you like that, don't you, baby? I bet if I stuck two fingers in your tight pussy now this one would be all wet and hot the way I like it."

"Dean please I need you." You beg him at last, pulling away from him slightly. The man nods and as if you weighed nothing he throws you down on the bed. By now you are both naked, you feel his body on yours and can't help but draw him closer to you. You feel his cock brushing against your entrance, when with a firm gesture he enters you, making you both scream with pleasure.

"Oh God, baby, I swear I could live inside this pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having my cock inside you all the time, ready to fuck you whenever I want." Dean moans close to your ear as he continues to move inside you with firm, fast thrusts, not letting you have even a second to rest. You feel your body vibrate with pleasure as sounds come out of your mouth that you can no longer control. Your hands grip the covers of the bed tightly as you bite Dean's shoulder hard, trying to wake up anyone within a five-mile radius.

By now you can no longer conceive the conception of time, everything seems confused, and the only thing you understand is that you are getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Your hands move to the back of the man on top of you, scratching his entire back.

"Dean, please don't stop." You whisper in his ear, before tossing your head back, praying that he won't play with you and let you achieve pleasure.

"My baby girl is about to have the orgasm she so longed for. You want to come on top of my cock baby, don't you? God I could come just imagining your pussy clenching around my cock." He replies, as he increases the speed to help you achieve what you so longed for.

"Dean- Fuck, I'm cumming." You scream, reaching for the pleasure. You close your eyes, and for a moment you really feel like you are touching heaven with your finger. Your whole body quivers and can't stop stopping, and you only manage to return to your body after a few minutes.

In the meantime, he had made a few more movements, fast and bumpy, and had reached orgasm as well. You spent a few moments still, catching your breath, Dean lying on top of you, before moving to your side on the bed and surrounding you with his arms.

You spend a few minutes like this, enjoying the silence that hovers like a comfortable blanket over your bodies after that moment of passion, before Dean ruins, as is his wont, that moment.

"Honey, are you really jealous of my car?" He asks, in what sounds like a serious tone to you, so you turn to face him, but he continues. "Because you know I love that car, but you're definitely the one with the best body." He says, winking at you. "Should I start calling you my little race car?"

"Dean, one more word and I swear I'll cut your balls off."

"Received message."

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palmerpillled · 9 months ago

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hi. i dont go here but I wanna talk.

imagine being Josef Newgarden, 13 and after trying a few sports and not being too good at any, you starting karting, you immediately pick up four titles. you love it. you travel to europe and become the first american to get a Formula Ford Festival title. Europe is harsh to you and in 2011 you return back to america. Something about the home soil fuels you and you win an Indy lights championship. you get into indycar the next year.

meanwhile, across the world in New Zealand, Scott Mclaughlin becomes the youngest driver to win a Supercars race. He breaks the record for most wins in a single season. He's dominant, simple. He's just like you in every way possible. Little do you know, your future best friend is watching you become Penske Perfect. He's watching and rooting for you from an ocean over.

In 2021, Scott comes over from Supercars. You werent ever too close to anyone on the grid- but you two click. You were so used to keeping your friends close and your enemies closer, that you let him in.

in 2021, you have a best friend. you both know that being teammates and friends won't work for long. you both can bet on it long before it happens. in 2022 you create a youtube channel and start making little videos with Scott. People like you guys, they think you're funny. You're not just Josef Newgarden, 2x Indycar champion and Penske driver, but also you're 1/2 of Bus Bros. This is the closest you've ever been with a teammate on this level. It's an emotional dynamic. It carries on into 2023 with a little less passion. Heartbreak in inevitable. Some days you wanna make sure he's okay, other days you hope he suffers. You wanna break his leg- quick and aggressively, he wants to beat your skull in. You'll film a Bus Bros episode that weekend and pretend you didn't openly say that in an interview. You mindlessly believe it will be resolved, that you two can fix it when it falls apart. Scott is a realist, saying you're a limited duo. You're both too egotistical to believe you're wrong is what he says.

2023 wraps up and it's your worst season finish. What happened to Penske perfection? You were bigger than the whole sky, a demon on ovals. You were everything Penske represented. Scott's making you soft. What happened to your perfection that people said was impossible? Scott is not only your best friend, but your teammate. And he's starting to win. He's the friend you held as close as your enemies until you realized he was just like them. Coming into the 2024 season, you unfollow everyone. Rumors are spiraling and you end Bus Bros, quietly taking down the merch site. Scott refuses to answer questions besides saying to ask you about it.

It's the streets of St. Pete, Penske has an illegal car- you all know about it. You and Scott get a 1-2. Podiums are publicity, everyone has their eyes on you. Be as cordial as you can, you'll crop him out of your photos later on instagram.

The cooldown room is more tense, Scott refuses to sit by you. The cars illegal, they figure it out in Long Beach. The St. Pete 1-2 gets stripped away from you. Scott sees things level and you're hungry only for another win, to be seen as the winner you once were. The Barber press conference is an embarrassment for you, you're spilling your guts on a white table while cameras flash. Scott admits to it and takes subtle digs at you in an interview. (x,x)

Scott takes pole position at the 500. Scott leads the most laps. But you won. Your hunger motivated you and here it is, the proof you're better. You lost your best friend for it. you're the first back to back Indy 500 race winner since 2001-2002. People are calling you the villain. This is how it ends. Scott makes fun of you during your speech, "I still love you my bus bro." And thats how it ends. You're still cropping eachother out of posts. You seldomly talk. It's not over though, and it never will be.

Oh and Will Power is there.

#indycar #indy 500 #josef newgarden #scott mclaughlin #motorsports #sorry if this is incoherent #i really just wanted to ramble #penske #team penske #sorry if this is embarrassing #this isnt good #but i wanna yap #f1 #idc atp

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your-girl-mj · 2 years ago

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heyy! could you do hcs where the reader is a female and is ganke's cousin and she just moved to brooklyn from korea and then she meets miles at the brooklyn visions academy and miles fell first but she fell harder?? tysm if you will do it!

that's your cousin?? [42 + 1610!Miles × f!reader]

summary: he fell first, but she fell harder. headcanons!

warning: swear words.

note: she/her for reader, he/him for miles, he/him for ganke.

created: august 20, 2023

published: august 21, 2023

earth-1610 [miles morales]

he fell first

she was the first thing miles noticed when he got into physics class.

headphone plugged in her ears, the sun from the window shining on the side of her face. her fingers twisting and turning, playing with the pen in her hand as she read a comic book.

baby deer is mesmerised.

miles was in complete awestruck

to the point their teacher told him to sit down because he's frozen in his spot, staring at her.

miles took a seat next to her.

he was awkwardly fidgeting, stealing glances at her every now and then.

he wants to talk but doesn't know how to start :(

at the cafeteria, miles is sitting down brainstorming how he will talk to her.

he didn't expect her to sit right in front of him.

she talked to his roommate in korean, though it was more like they're arguing over the food choice.

she left shortly to fetch something while ganke ate

"hey, ganke. you know the new girl?"

"[name]? yeah, she's my cousin."

"that's your cousin???"

[name] retreated back before he could ask anymore questions

the next day in physics, he sat in the same seat again.

he's writing a script about how he will talk to her and how the conversation would go if he said something like this and like that.

he heard her humming to his favourite song, sunflower; as she sat next to him.

he panicked for a second because [name] knew his favourite song was not on the script

"uh, hey. you like sunflower too?"

boy, he's sweating like crazy when he only received a side eye.

"y'know...the song? heh, i uh, like that song, too..." he's biting the inside of his cheek, wanting the floor to swallow him whole.

"i guess it's not so bad."

that simple comment made his day bright. he looked back, with a smiley smiley face, but wipe it off. like, it's cool. she's cool, he's cool, everything is cool.

"yeah, yeah uh.. it's sounds okay."

[name] hides a snort because she can clearly see how happy he is at something.

"hey, i didn't catch your —"

the teacher shushed him, and it got him embarrassed.

he was doing a good job talking with her, and now he looks like someone who doesn't listen to classes.

he's literally have a :( face.

"[name] [lastname]"

her voice echoed and he's awestruck again, and thinking; "she talks to me again! she likes me too!"

"oh uh, I'm miles. miles morales." he made sure he repeated his first name like those cool dude introduced themselves in action films.

and his uncle aaron used to do that too.

do not even get me to the shoulder touch.

she was by her locker and then closed the door and saw miles standing there, waiting for her.

the original plan in his head is he's gonna do the shoulder touch and then ask her if she wanna hang out after school.

and his prayers are not enough.

"hi?" she looked at him sceptical.

— it was so awkward, and miles made it even worse when he put a hand on her shoulder and made a ... some sort of face at her

"hey."

his one brow is rised, it's like he's smiling but also not?

[name] literally have "??????" flying over her head. and look at him weirdly.

"hey?" she repeated his word in a question matter.

miles felt sad after that because he thought she wouldn't talk to him anymore and that he look so weird in her perspective.

but [name] act like that awkward moment never happen to save miles' whole being.

and he's so grateful for her to do that.

she fell harder

how can she not fall for him? he's an absolute sweetheart!

miles invites her to all his hangouts with ganke

(ganke doesn't give a shit but it bothers him a bit that his roommate have heart eyes for his cousin)

sometimes, he brought to her different places in brooklyn. and even if there's a warning sign, it didn't stop her from going with him.

miles treated her so well it makes her heart go BOOM BOOM BOOM

he always has a hand out to help her up, like she wants to get up and his hand is out.

"let me help you up," was always his dialogue for her.

he also pays for her food.

(she and ganke fought about who's miles' favorite)

(in korean of course. no way they let miles heard it.)

he likes to leave little gifts for her.

mostly it was little notes and drawings.

sometimes it was a freshly picked sunflower, or sometimes he gave her a full-grown [fav.flower]

she doesn't know how he got it in a city but didn't question it.

the fact that miles is just expressing his feelings, [name] feel more and more appreciated.

no boy can ever top miles.

[name] is not used to his act of service.

she refuses, knowing she can handle it herself.

but only accept when he insisted or when he looks disappointed.

miles do it all the time, that it became a routine for him <33

to the point that [name] also got used to his sweet actions and unconsciously sought it T_T

(ganke was force to get use to it)

she noticed she feels more giddy with him

she knew she fell when miles stuttered a few words in her mother tongue.

in her head, she was screaming, "HE LEARN HER LANGUAGE SO SHE CAN TALK EASILY TO HIM"

while miles want to jump off the window by how stupid he thinks he sounds.

miles did so much for her. she always returned it back as well. <33

miles is too flustered to even keep his "cool" demeanour whenever she left little notes like he always do

little cousin is forced again to participate (she made ganke give miles her old art materials that still work)

of course, she finds out he's spiderman.

she wasn't allowed to go to the boy's dormitory and vice versa.

but she couldn't take it anymore when her cousin "borrowed" her comic book and hasn't given back for over 5 months and it's pissing her off because she knew ganke can be careless with her things.

she opened the door unannounced and saw something she shouldn't

miles was trying to take off his suit but is stuck, and ganke is helping by pulling it as well.

[name] awkwardly close the door.

with a flaming crimson face, before bolting to her dorm.

miles is slamming his head repeatedly on the wall.

ganke was a little worried that miles' secret is revealed to his cousin, and she might tell on them

that's not what miles is sulking for.

"she saw me without a shirt on... kill me."

he's so embarrassed, he want to stop existing.

to be honest, she doesn't give two fucks that he's spiderman, she's just angry they didn't tell her

especially miles.

they make up tho <33

their hangouts upgraded from abandoned train vandalism to watching the sunset from the top of a tower.

it was also where they had their first date.

[name] confessed. she did it first before miles for the last second.

he's a little pouty about it because it made him look like a chicken

earth-42 [miles morales]

he fell first

just because he fell first doesn't mean he notice her on her first day.

miles didn't officially meet her in school.

he met her at night. when he was prowler, patrolling.

he saw it with his night vision. a drunk guy was following a girl.

he already know it's not gonna end well.

miles was ready to tackle the guy from the top of the building, but what the girl did was unexpected.

she has a tazer in her hand, electrocute the drunk by his neck.

she watches its body tremble for a few seconds before she lets go.

the drunk's body just fell unconscious with a loud thud

the girl needs things to protect herself too, y'know, especially in a city full of crimes.

miles felt his heart do a small flip.

a smirk under his mask as she watch her walked away like nothing happened.

she's a tough one. feisty. and he's desperate for her number.

but he can't just randomly show up. he'll get knocked out as well, and he doesn't want that.

miles thought he'll never see that girl again, but to his general shock, they sat next to each other in one of his class.

he's pissed at himself for not noticing her much earlier.

miles is also pissed when he saw her and his roommate hanging out, inside and outside school.

he thought they were lovers 💀

he's pissed at himself when he finds out she's ganke's cousin.

"that's your cousin...?"

"yeah, she transferred here for over 7 months now."

"...fuck."

he get that they're not that close but still. he's still his roommate, and he could've told him about his cousin he didn't know about.

and didn't make him listen to broken-hearted songs on repeat.

he learned her name indirectly, which was [name] [lastname].

mister here finds himself searching for her whenever he's on patrol or when he's on a heist with his uncle.

his mask have a search thing where you type a person's name, and then he can detect if they're around the area. (inspired by his uncle's old mask)

it has a history bar, and aaron is shocked to see a girl's name over and over again.

one lucky morning is when they got partnered up, and they both started hanging out.

from strangers to best friend kind of one.

but one of them already have feelings for the other.

and he wishes to stay it that way unless she shows some signs she likes him too.

she fell harder.

every moment she feels herself falling, she's snapping herself out of it.

he's good-looking, of course he is.

he always thought he was scary, especially with the rumours of him being in a fight after his dad died.

he always has this frown in his face, too

her fear of miles made ganke take advantage of it by hiding in his dormitory knowing she will leave because miles will show up in any second

she's mad at him for it. (she didn't talk to him in 4 months)

but when they become friends, she feels a small, giddy feeling inside.

miles treated her differently.

but a good differently. anyone can tell he have a soft spot for her and no one knows why, even [name] herself.

yes, he still teased and was annoying as usual, but the way his eyes softened at the sight of her made her feel content with life itself.

she feels a bit special how miles treated her differently than the others.

let say she read a trope like theirs

she didn't look into it much. she hates that assuming something that will turn out to be wrong, she has false hope this entire time.

that's why she stopped herself whenever they're together.

she still acts like she did with everyone else, but she's a little more open to miles than the others.

she lost it when he suddenly grabbed hold of her shoulder, looking directly in her eyes with an unreadable expression.

"hey." was all he can say, and her face fires up like one of her cells commited arson

"oh, oh shit. uh, hi? what the fuck??" she suddenly blurbs out, jumbled on her own words. "miles, what??? what the hell??"

miles burst out laughing at her reaction, he haven't laughed like that in a long time.

[name] just stood there processing everything. she's flabbergasted.

was that a flirt?? or was she not paying attention for him to do crazy things like that???

after that, she didn't know what just happened or what he ate, but [name] feels like he's flirting.

and she's flirting back, with a little violent action as well.

she smacks him every time he smirks, that literally screams, "you want me so bad."

miles concluded her love language is physical. just physical. (she hits him too much that he feels numb but won't change a thing <3)

few weeks later, they're dating, miles did the shoulder touch, and he swear that will not work (it did) to see if she likes him too or not.

through out their relationship, [name] get easier to be flustered now than before since miles was born a flirt.

this is my first time doing headcanons, so idk if i do it right. snsbsksbei

but i hope you like it! comments and reblog are deeply appreciated. thank you for reading!

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joeys-babe · 1 year ago

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Joey B Imagines: Call It What You Want

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Summary: Joe makes your first anniversary something you'll never forget. After some bumps in the road, Joe shows you there can be smooth sailing ahead.

Warnings: None, fluff, barely mentions of sex

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Everlasting Love

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December 20, 2023

(y/n’s pov)

Day two of staying with Joe in Cincinnati, and I couldn't be happier.

Today was extra special because it marked one year of Joe and I being a couple.

I woke up to tiny kisses being littered on my cheeks. A small smile spread across my lips without me even opening my eyes.

When I finally did, my eyes locked with those ocean-blue ones that I had fallen in love with the first time I saw them.

“G’morning, pretty girl.” - Joe

“Good morning, Joey.” - you grinned

Joe was leaning over top of me and gently lowered himself to place a huge kiss on my lips.

“Happy anniversary.” - Joe

“Happy anniversary, baby.” - you

“Can you believe it's been a year since I asked you to be my girlfriend?” - Joe

“It's felt way longer than that. Probably not seeing each other for two months made it feel like a longer amount of time.” - you

“I promise you’ll be here with me soon, full-time. That is… if you want to.” - Joe

I leaned up in bed and looked down at him, who was now lying on his back.

“Are you asking me to move in with you when I graduate?” - you

“Do you want to?” - Joe

“Yeah…” - you smiled

“Good. We can go back to Athens whenever because that's where both our parents are. If you want you can start slowly moving your stuff here every time you come over.” - Joe

“I would love that.” - you grinned and laid back down

Joe wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and held me against his chest.

“I can't wait to wake up to you every day.” - Joe

“Me too. Opening my eyes and seeing your gorgeous blues is something I'll never get over or take for granted.” - you

I ran one of my hands over Joe’s cheek and rubbed my thumb under his eye. That perfect smile found its way onto his lips.

“You’re so handsome, Joe.” - you

“Well, you are absolutely gorgeous and I can't wait for you to live here with me, it kinda gets lonely sometimes in a big house by myself.” - Joe

“Well trust me, you aren't gonna feel lonely with me here.” - you

“I know… fuck I’m so excited.” - Joe

“One more semester, Joey.” - you laid your head on his chest

I’d be finishing college this spring, and finally be done in May. My commencement ceremony wouldn't be till fall though.

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After breakfast, Joe sent me upstairs to get ready and said I wasn't allowed to come downstairs till he said so.

Joe said I didn't have to put anything fancy on, and that comfy would be best, so I wore a pair of leggings and stole one of his sweatshirts.

After getting changed, I headed to the top of the stairs.

“Joe! Can I come down?” - you

“Almost! Give me like one more minute!” - Joe

I waited patiently, feeling a soreness between my legs as I stood there. Last night was so good, and Joe 100% made up for the two months without sex.

Before I could get lost in my thoughts over last night with Joe, the man himself snapped me out of them.

“Okay, you can come down, baby!” - Joe

I excitedly trotted down the stairs to find Joe waiting for me at the bottom of them.

“Should I be scared?” - you

“No.” - Joe laughed

When I got to the last step, Joe gently took one of my hands and led me to the living room.

A smile formed on my lips and I squeezed Joe’s hand when I saw what he had been doing.

There was a fort made out of a ton of blankets taking up the majority of the living room.

“Awe, babe. You made this?” - you

“Yup, after way too many, like an embarrassing number of instructional videos.” - Joe

Laughing as I faced him and got on my tiptoes, Joe and I both leaned in to kiss each other.

His arms wrapped around my waist as my hands found their place on Joe’s chest.

We stayed there for a second, intertwined.

In the end, Joe pulled away and started showing me more of his fort, which he was very proud of.

“I know we had breakfast a little bit ago, but there's a box of pizza in there for whenever we get hungry. Uhm… I have some movies picked out for us to watch. What else… oh and I have a gift for you.” - Joe smiled

“A gift? Joe, we exchanged our anniversary gifts a couple of days ago, remember? We couldn't wait to give them to each other.” - you

“I have another one for you.” - Joe

“You've already done so much though…” - you

Joe rubbed my back and pulled me back into his chest.

“And you deserve even more.” - Joe

“I love you.” - you mumbled into his built chest

“I love you too. Wanna get in the fort?” - Joe

“Yes!” - you

I excitedly broke away from him and knelt to get inside the fort.

When I was fully lying down, Joe followed behind me. His big 6’4 self barreling into the blanket fortress, causing me to bust out laughing.

“Shit, that wasn't the romantic entrance I was going for.” - Joe hid his face in a pillow

Running my fingers through his hair, I pulled on Joe’s blonde locks to pull his face away from the pillow.

“I love your silly self, now come up here and cuddle with me.” - you

“Yes ma'am.” - Joe smirked and crawled up the blankets

He cuddled into me, and I quickly became the little spoon to Joe.

“You comfy?” - Joe

“Mhm.” - you moved back against him

Joe abruptly grabbed my hip to stop my backing up and I flashed him a look over my shoulder.

“Just… don't do that. It'll end in this fort tumbling down.” - Joe

I giggled at the sexual tone behind his words before lacing my fingers with his. The hand of his was connected to the arm he had thrown over my waist. Joe’s arms were so long and thick, who wouldn't want to cuddle them?

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A movie and a pizza later, Joe and I were feeling full and tired.

“It’s three o'clock but I want to go to bed. I don't know why I'm so tired.” - Joe

“I am too, baby. Wanna take a nap real quick? It's probably the comfort of this damn fort that's making us tired.” - you

“Aye! Don’t make fun of my fort!” - Joe

“Joseph, I’m not. I'm saying you made it too comfortable!” - you

Joe and I both drowsily laughed at each other before trying to find a comfortable cuddling position to get into for sleep.

Just as my eyes were drifting shut, Joe abruptly sat up behind me.

“Wait! I have to give you your gift.” - Joe

I watched him with a smile on my face as he wiggled himself out of the fort, coming back later with a gift bag.

Joe handed it to me, but I waited for him to get settled before I would even acknowledge the gift.

“Here, my love.” - Joe

“Should I be scared?” - you

“Babe, that's the second time you've asked me that today. I'm starting to think you don't trust me.” - Joe

“I do trust you! I'm teasing.” - you

A few seconds passed of us just smiling at each other till Joe spoke up.

“Open it.” - Joe

Opening the gift bag, there was a small box inside of it. Probably jewelry.

I looked up at Joe to see him smiling at me, I could sense nervousness behind his movements.

Pulling the box out and bag setting the bag to the side, I opened the box to find a gold chain necklace with a ‘J’ pendant.

“Awe, baby. I love it.” - you

“Here let me put it on you.” - Joe

Joe took the necklace out of the box after I handed it to him and maneuvered himself behind me.

He moved my hair to the side and placed a big kiss on the back of my neck, then put the necklace around my neck and clasped it.

When he sat back down in his spot and saw his initial resting on my chest, identifying me as his and his only, I saw the blush on his cheeks deepen to a rosy shade I’d never seen before.

“It looks great on you.” - Joe grinned

“Thank you, baby. I think J’s are a good fit for me.” - you

“I think so too.” - Joe leaned in and kissed you

There was no other boy’s initials that I'd rather wear than Joe’s. He showed me what true love is, and though we'd only been together for a year, I knew he was the one I’d be with for the rest of my life.

With all of the odds stacked against us and everyone saying it wouldn't work, Joe and I tuned out the noise. All because Joe showed me that all that mattered was the fact we were so in love.

All the drama queens taking swings, all the jokers dressing up as kings, they fade to nothing when I look at him.

So yeah, call it what you want.

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oopsallgoalies · 11 months ago

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You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 5

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, dead parents, drunkenness, alcohol consumption, violence, sports violence, blood probably, angst, fluff, eventual smut, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: This is a repost of my completed series, You Catch More Bees With Honey. It was originally posted in November-March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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Bradley Bradshaw is standing in front of you. This has to be some kind of colossal joke. Mickey would never do that, though, would he? Bradley looks like he’s fighting every impulse to shove his hands in his pockets as he shuffles from one foot to another.

“Can I help you?” You ask warily, still unsure if you’re getting pranked.

“I…” he starts before he falls silent again. He clears his throat awkwardly, finally surrendering to the urge and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, tightening his broad shoulders. “I was eating at that restaurant and I saw you waiting and uh…” he hesitates again. “You’ve been waiting a while, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” A flush is slowly creeping up his neck, dusting the skin a rosy red. Warmth steals up yours as you realize he’s been watching you.

It’s Friday. You were supposed to be meeting the guy from the dating app today. The key word being WERE. You’ve been standing outside of the restaurant in a dress not at all appropriate for the chill in the air tonight for almost thirty minutes. You didn’t see Bradley walk by you which means he’s been here the whole time. You don’t feel like explaining your embarrassing plight to Bradley but with every passing minute, it gets harder and harder to lie without looking like a bigger fool. “I’m on a date…” you swallow, hard. “At least I’m supposed to be on a date.” You can’t help the way you fidget with your hands. At work, you’re on an even playing field. You have a job to do, a title that you wear like a shield. You’re at your most polished, ready to be seen by the world and taken seriously. Now you’re standing here on a curb in some unfamiliar part of town, all but shivering in front of a man who’s done nothing in the past but cause you pain and make you feel small. And he’s being nice to you. You don’t know what nice looks like from Bradley Bradshaw and you’re not sure you’re prepared to see him like this. It feels like you’re throwing your sword down in front of him, making him privy to a part of you that no one sees.

“He didn’t show?” You can hear the twinge of disgust in Bradley’s voice but the concern is louder.

“He’s just not here yet.” You attempt to cover for your date, but have no idea why. You don’t even know the man besides the few messages you’d exchanged over the past week.

“Honey, he hasn’t been here for thirty minutes. I don’t think he’s coming.” You expect to see pity in his eyes, maybe a smirk at your plight but you see something else, something unreadable. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he looks almost protective, but the lingering pain in your jaw and the ache in your heart tell you no.

“Yeah, maybe not.” You manage awkwardly, shifting on your feet.

“You could join me, if you want?” You blink, surprised. You’d expected a lot of things when Bradley Bradshaw walked out of the restaurant behind you but an invitation to join him was probably the last thing you’d have guessed. You actually would be less surprised if he produced tomatoes from his pockets and pelted you with them. What surprises you even more is that you nod and start for the doorway and you feel the gentle brush of his fingertips against your back, guiding you forward, respectfully avoiding the expanse of exposed skin at the top of your back in favor of the fabric lower down. You suppress a groan of relief at the warmth in the restaurant. “Over there,” Bradley gestures to an unoccupied table with several half-eaten plates on it. You pause as you reach the table, your eyes catching on the bouquet of daisies laid on the table.

“Oh my god am I interrupting something, like a date or something?” You sputter as you back up, bumping into Bradley’s broad chest. You turn to look at him and gasp softly as you realize exactly how close he is. Your back is pressed against his torso and you can feel him breathing through your clothes. Your lips are inches from his where you’re turned slightly backward to see him and his deep brown eyes are wide and boring into yours. You’re both staring for longer than socially appropriate, caught by surprise at the closeness. He backs up, hands ghosting over your waist to ensure you don’t stumble at his sudden movement and you can see the rosy hue creeping up his neck.

“They're for my mom.” He blurts and you look at him, confused. His file states that Bradley’s mother is deceased. “Daisies were her favorite.” Your heart aches at the confirmation that Carole Bradshaw has indeed passed away.

You’re not sure what to say so you awkwardly reply. “Irises were my mom’s favorite.” You watch the way his shoulders relax and slide into the booth across from where he was clearly sitting before this. He follows suit and you’re sitting face to face, squirming under the weight of each other’s gaze. You can’t take the silence so you keep talking. “My dad used to get us bouquets of irises and sunflowers, because those were our favorite, with baby’s breath to tie it all together. He used to say he was like them, the baby’s breath, there to make sure his girls shined.” You’ve never told anyone about this, so you’re not sure why you’re suddenly telling Bradley. You hadn’t really spoken about your mom in years. The last person you told about her was your grief counselor all those years.

“Are you close? You and your dad?” Bradley asks, his voice quiet, like he’s afraid to disturb you, to break the reverie holding you in this state.

You nod. “As much as you can be but I was always closer to my mom.”

“I didn’t know, you know,” Bradley murmurs and he averts his eyes, clearly uncomfortable. “About your mom.” His throat bobs and when he looks back up at you his eyes are simultaneously firm with determination and soft with guilt, “I never would have said that if I knew.” You shake your head, lowering your gaze.

“No one knows, really. Mickey only knows because he was there. I don’t talk about it. I don’t talk about HER.” You fall silent because you can’t explain why, because you don’t know why. Because you don’t blame yourself for her death, do you? Do you?

“If you don’t talk about her it’s like she’s still there.” His voice is almost a whisper like it’s a thought that was just meant for him but slipped past his lips regardless and your heart clenches at the truth in them and you nod. He nods back, lost in thought as he keeps going. “My family house in Virginia, I still legally own it. I haven’t been back there since I left for college, because then maybe she’s still in the kitchen, laughing and singing to herself, waiting for me to come home.”

“I haven’t been home in eight years.” You whisper. “Not since the funeral.”

“How did she…?” You flinch in anticipation of a word that never comes like he knows what it’s like, to feel it tear apart every seam you’ve painstakingly mended in a Frankenstein attempt to return to your old self.

“She had a heart attack, they couldn’t do anything to save her. It was instant.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers back.

You barely shake your head. “It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe not, but other things are.” He hesitates before continuing. “I hurt you before, emotionally… and physically and I didn’t mean to.” You can tell it’s not easy for him to admit, that he’s not good at saying sorry. Your jaw takes that moment to throb with an aftershock of pain. Truth be told, it’s almost completely healed. Your hand reaches for it instinctively at the twinge but Bradley beats you there. He’s so large that his arm crosses the table with ease as his finger brushes over the spot where your jaw’s bruised under your makeup. You jerk back like his touch has shocked you and in a way, it has, not with electricity but with surprise.

“Fuck! Did I hurt you?!” You watch the panic on his face as he withdraws his hand instantly. You shake your head quickly. Bradley Bradshaw is an enigma. How is this the man who’s been nothing but casually cruel to you up until today? You secretly wonder if he has an evil twin.

“No, no, you just surprised me. Sorry.” You watch him grimace before his hands return to his lap and you can tell from the way his shoulders flex that he’s fidgeting with them in his lap.

“Sorry, my mom always said I need to remember I’m a big guy, and that women can get the wrong idea. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He grimaces again. “Not anymore, I mean, I guess I already have.” You blink, surprised. You’ve always assumed that Bradley’s the type of guy who uses his size to his advantage. He certainly does on the ice. You’ve watched him throw around smaller players like their chump change. But this Bradley, sitting in front of you, is completely different. You think back to the time he was squished into the chair in your office, and then to the way he instantly backpedaled when you flinched after he slammed his hands on your desk and you wonder exactly how aware of his size he really is.

You’re saved from responding by the waitress finally approaching the table. She gives you a bright polite smile and asks if you’d like something to eat. Luckily, you’d already studied the menu online enough times that you could probably rattle it off from memory. You order a double bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and fries and the waitress retreats before you face a dumbfounded Bradley. “What? Never seen a woman eat before, Bradshaw?” You arch a judgmental eyebrow as he shakes his head quickly, schooling his expression quickly.

“No, I just. You don’t look like the type of girl who would.” He grimaces instantly like he realizes how it sounded. “Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I just-“

You interrupt, saving him from further humiliation with a shrug. “I’m not trying to get laid, so no need to pretend I’d rather have a salad. No offense.” You give him a pointed look. “Plus, I didn't really think we were trying to impress.” Your eyes move to the various plates of food on the table in front of his singular person before going back to his. He just nods curtly before pushing a plate of lukewarm cheese fries in your direction. You could easily wait for your own mountain of food but you take a fry to fight off the awkward silence that threatens to consume the two of you.

“So, why hockey?” Bradley breaks the silence around a fry of his own. You chew thoughtfully before you answer him.

“Hockey was always a part of this fairytale that my mom used to tell me.” Bradley’s brow furrows in confusion. “When she was in college she had this whirlwind romance with a hockey player.” You clarify. “She never said who, but hockey became this little special thing between us. We’d giggle when we saw pond hockey teams play on the drive home from school. Sometimes we’d watch games in passing while flipping channels. And then when I was in college I had to share the practice rink with the hockey team. That’s how I met Mickey, and I ended up getting close to the team. Now I work with them for a living.” You shrug nonchalantly as you select another fry.

“So wait, your mom dated a hockey player and what? He went pro and disappeared?” Bradley frowns, his mustached lip curled in disgust.

You chuckle softly, smirking at him around the fry as you lean in conspiratorially. “Nope, SHE did.”

Bradley looks dumbfounded, sitting back, an impressed look on his face. “Good for her.”

You grin as you reach for another fry. “She got scouted for the U.S. Olympic figure skating team. Not even a year later she won her first medal, good for her indeed.” He whistles lowly, clearly impressed. You can’t help the way your chest puffs with pride over your mom’s accomplishments. There’s never been a moment when you aren’t proud to be her daughter. The lull that falls between the two of you is more comfortable now so you decide to take the jump.

“Okay your turn, what’s going on with you and Maverick? And before you deny it, Mickey said there’s been noticeable tension between the two of you and you mentioned something when you were drunk. However, since your drunk self makes some questionable, and apparently forgettable, decisions, I want to hear it from you sober.” You pause for a moment before adding. “I’m not on any side here, Bradley. Not Mavericks, not yours. But I could be. My job is to be on your side, if you’ll let me do it.” You’re tired and you don’t feel like doing this right now, especially when you’ve just started to feel like you’re getting somewhere with Bradley, but right now he’s unguarded. It’s the best chance that you’re going to get and you don’t want to curse yourself tomorrow when he’s back to his old self.

Bradley’s shoulders tense and you watch his hand clench into a fist where it lays on the table next to the plate of fries. You curse yourself for jumping the gun and pushing so soon, ready to watch his walls snap back up and shut you out again. He surprises you when he unclenches his fist, reaching out to toy with a French fry. When he speaks it’s, slowly. “You know Maverick’s the reason I’m in San Diego.” It’s not a question but you nod anyway. “Well, it wasn’t this beautiful reunion that the media seems to think it was.” You know about that too. While they don’t know that Maverick is Bradley’s godfather, there’s been plenty of buzz regarding the reunion of the Mitchell and Bradshaw names. “He didn’t even call to tell me that he’d requested the trade let alone ask for my permission, but that’s just Pete Mitchell. He blows in when it’s convenient and leaves just as easily.” He shakes his head, exhaustion, and disgust on his face.

“He wasn’t really around when I was growing up. Everyone likes to think he raised me in my dad’s place but the most he did was send my mom checks to pay for hockey. And I didn’t even know about that until he told me.” He sighs, tired, but you can tell you’ve breached some dam in his mind because he continues without hesitations. “The first time I even met him was at my mom’s funeral. He suddenly felt like he wanted to be a part of my life but I didn’t need him. He went behind my back anyway and paid for my college education. The second I got my first check from the NHL I started paying it back. That's the extent of our relationship. He threw money at me like I was a problem he could solve with it and I threw it back. Then the next thing I know I’m waking up to headlines and messages from friends telling me I’ve been traded to San Diego.”

“Wait, they didn’t even TELL you?!” This is news to you. “Like, god, I know they’d been trying to get rid of you but after playing with them for that long you think they’d at least give you the courtesy of telling them in person!” You’re rambling, fueled by rage. You’d already gotten a bad impression of the Flyers when they were so eager to give up Bradley during negotiations but this was a new low.

“Wait, what do you mean they were trying to get rid of me?” Bradley looks wary but genuinely surprised by this new information. You scowl, not at him, but out of mutual anger at the Flyers.

“When we called to negotiate the trade, your old manager said he’s been trying to trade you for the better part of two seasons.” Your heart clenches as you watch Bradley’s face fall slightly. “He… he was being a complete asshole about it, honestly. He kept saying you can’t teach an old dog new tricks and how they’d much rather fill the roster with rookie talent they could mold over the years.” Bradley’s unknowingly crushed the fry he was toying with earlier. You can tell he’s holding it in, the rage and hurt. Your heart aches. “He didn’t have any right to talk about you that way.” You’re not sure why you say it, why you feel the need to stand up for him against a man who’s not even here. “You played with him for over a fucking decade and played well might I add. You’re consistent, dependable, the perfect player to counteract the flux of developing rookie talent and ground a team but of course, all assholes like him can see is money.” You throw your hands up in frustration and it’s only then that you realize that Bradley’s watching you, a strange look on his face.

“You really think that?” His voice is hesitant.

You shrug. “Of course, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have agreed with the decision to request your trade. You’re exactly what a team like us needs. Sure, I felt for Maverick’s supposed emotional stake in the trade, hell I did the same thing to get Mickey here, but I still looked at you objectively and evaluated you as a necessary player to this team.”

You both fall into silence and the waitress chooses that moment to arrive with your burger. You turn your attention to gobbling down the cheesy goodness as Bradley mulls over your words. You’re polishing off the last of the burger with an onion ring dunked in ranch when he finally speaks again.

“Thank you.”

“Fwo wat?” You ask around the onion ring. He frowns slightly at your garbled words and your cheeks heat in embarrassment as you swallow your food and wash it down with water. Bradley’s not like your other colleagues, he’s the oldest on the team and ten years your senior. You owe him a little more respect than talking with your mouth full. “Sorry, for what?”

“For saying that, for telling me what my old manager said.” He pauses and you take the opportunity to snag another onion ring. “This whole time, I’ve been blaming Maverick. He used to play for the Flyers so I thought he called in some kind of non-negotiable favor, but now I know he’s not the only one to blame.”

You swallow, choosing your words carefully. “I know you’re not exactly happy here and it’s not really my place to tell you how you should feel, but for the record? If it were me? I’d much rather be unhappy somewhere I’m wanted than happy somewhere I’m not.” You pop a fry into your mouth, chewing thoughtfully as Bradley turns your words over in his mind.

He’s quiet until the waitress comes back with the check and he lets her know the food will be all in one check. Before you can protest, and honestly you weren’t really going to, he fixes you with a firm look. “I owe you one, plus I invited you.” You could point out that he didn’t really invite you so much as save you from further embarrassment and potentially a loitering charge, but instead, you just give him a shrug and pop a manicured finger into your mouth to lick the ranch off. He follows you out of the restaurant and with the setting of the sun the temperature has dropped even more and you silently curse your choice of attire. Your traitorous body seems to have forsaken your New England upbringing and fully adjusted to the near-constant heat of southern California. You try not to visibly shiver but then a warm presence falls across your shoulders. You turn to see Braldey has shed his flannel to place it across your shoulders.

“Thanks” you murmur and he gives you a curt nod.

“Where are you parked?” He asks and you groan internally.

“I’m not, I ubered here.” You admit, embarrassed. “I figured if things went poorly at least I could have a couple of drinks and if they went well then…” you trail off, not exactly feeling like explaining to Bradley that you’d been hoping to get laid tonight. You needed it, the stress relief alone would do wonders for you. He gives you another curt nod, thankfully not asking you to elaborate.

“This way then.” He guides you towards the parking garage down the street, his fingers a gentle pressure against your back through his shirt that you’ve wrapped around your shoulders like a cape.

“You didn’t valet?” You ask as you ignore the way your stiletto heels are biting your toes as you follow after Bradley through the parking garage.

He looks back at you like you’ve suggested something ridiculous. “No one drives the Bronco.” He states and you roll your eyes as he unlocks the car. You climb into the passenger seat. The car is surprisingly clean, no trash lining the floors and the cup holders are spotless, not even a forgotten gum wrapper. You buckle yourself in and Bradley fiddles with his phone in the little mount. “Where am I dropping you off?” He asks, pulling up Google Maps.

“Mickey’s place,” you answer. He’d told you to come right over if you didn’t end up going home with this guy so he could get all the details while they're fresh. You didn’t have much to share but you’re sure he’d want to know regardless. You realize Bradley’s still waiting and rattle off the address as it occurs to you that Bradley’s probably never been over to Mickey’s house.

“Can I ask why Mickey’s house?” He asks once you’re on your way and you shrug.

“Maybe I don’t want you to know where I live.” You try to stop the grin tempting your lips. He snorts. “How am I supposed to know that you’re not a serial killer?” You challenge.

“You’ve literally done extensive background checks on me, and you got into my car without any fuss.” He points out.

“Okay but you’re a loner, you don’t have any friends-“

“I have friends.” He interrupts, sounding offended that you would suggest otherwise.

“Bradley Bradshaw, you most certainly do not.” You fire back and you see the edge of his mouth twitch.

“Well, how do I know you’re not homeless and living on Mickey’s couch?” You think he might be smiling but it’s too dark to tell.

“I’m not HOMELESS!” You squawk. “I just have FRIENDS, unlike you.” He rolls his eyes as he gets on the highway. “Mickey said he wanted to hear all about the date after.” You shrug, settling back into the leather seat.

“But you didn’t go on the date,” Bradley points out. You shrug again.

“And so I have to chew him out for that since it was his idea in the first place.” You explain and he nods in agreement. “He thinks I need to have a life outside of work which is ridiculous.” Bradley nods at that too. The conversation fizzles out into a silence that doesn’t feel uncomfortable and Bradley fiddles with the radio and the 80s station comes on.

You hum idly along with whatever song is ending before another familiar one takes its place. You hear Whitney Houston’s familiar voice croons through the speakers. You’re not sure when you started singing along, “I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody,” but your voice mixes with Whitney’s in the quiet of the Bronco.

When the song ends, Bradley speaks up. “You have a good voice.” You feel your cheeks heat at the reminder that you have an audience.

“Sorry,” you apologize immediately, sure that Bradley didn’t sign up for an impromptu concert when he turned on the radio to fill the silence, but he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t mind. Like I said, you have a nice voice.” You think about pointing out that he said you had a good voice, not a nice voice, and that a good and a nice voice are two completely different things but instead you join Belinda Carlisle in remarking that “Heaven is a Place on Earth.”

***

When you pull into Mickey’s driveway, Bradley shifts the car into park while you shrug off his shirt. When you hand it to him he hands you the bouquet of daisies and you blink at him, surprised.

“She’d want you to have them.” Bradley clarifies and you clutch them tightly.

“Thank you, Bradley, for all of it. Thank your mom for me.” You add and you see something flicker in his eyes for a moment as you climb out of the car. Bradley stays in the driveway until you’re at the door, ringing the doorbell. Only pulling out when Mickey swings the front door open, grinning wide.

“Welcome home, Casanova!” He greets you, dragging you in and slamming the door behind you. You’ve barely made it into the living room when Bob turns around from where he’s perched on the couch, looking out the window behind it.

“Mickey I was right, you owe me fifty bucks! That absolutely WAS Bradley’s Bronco!” You roll your eyes as Mickey comes in from the kitchen where he was fetching a vase for the daisies. You let him take them and arrange them in the vase as he looks at you, a question in his eyes.

“Okay yes, that was Bradley’s Bronco.” You admit and Bob lets out a crow of joy as Mickey scowls at him, fishing in his back pocket for his phone, Venmoing Bob fifty dollars.

“Babe, what were you doing with HIM of all people?” Mickey demands as he throws himself onto the couch next to Bob. You give an exhausted sigh before throwing yourself in between the two boys, groaning.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Don’t tell me that dating app guy was Bradley all along and it was a catfish?” Mickey screeches, sitting up so he can look you in the eye as you roll them shaking your head.

“No no, not that insane. The dating app guy stood me up and I was standing outside the restaurant for half an hour waiting for him like an IDIOT, and you wouldn’t believe who happened to be eating at the exact same restaurant.” Mickey groans, sinking back into the couch next to you, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

“Mami, you really got the double dose of bad luck today didn’t you.” You drop your head on top of his.

“And then he came out and asked me to join him.” Mickey’s head whips out front under yours and you yelp in surprise. “You DIDN’T!”

You shrug. “Mickey Garcia, have you ever known me to say no to free food?”

“You’re right but tell me you at least ate him out of house and home.” He groans and you laugh nodding, a grin spreading over his face.

“Double bacon cheeseburger, extra bacon, with fries AND onion rings.”

“That’s my girl!” He says, throwing an arm across your shoulders and you snuggle into his embrace.

“Plus it wasn’t actually that bad, I got to talk to him, get a better idea of what's going on inside his head.”

“I wasn’t aware there was ANYTHING going on in there.”

You snort as you bump his head with yours. “Says the guy who punched him.”

He tightens his grip on your shoulders. “He deserved that and you know it.” You don’t answer and he knows that’s the closest he’ll get to you agreeing.

“He’s not that bad, honestly.” You say finally. “He’s angry, and he’s hurting, but under all that I think he’s just tired, and honestly he’s an okay guy.” Mickey snorts disbelievingly. “He apologized for yesterday and before that too. Which reminds me, you need to apologize to him tomorrow.”

“For WHAT?” He squawks and you fix him with a hard look. “Fine, fine, if you insist, Mami, just for you. But while his apologizing to you is nice and all, I won’t believe it until I see it. He needs to be nicer to you. Civil at least. You’re just trying to do your job.” You nod and he sighs. “What do you say we all watch a movie and then you can crash here for the night? You have stuff upstairs in the guest room anyway and we can give you a ride to work tomorrow.” You nod, extricating yourself from his arms to trudge upstairs to change into your extra pajamas.

You’re not sure that tonight will change anything between you and Bradley but at the least, you hope that he’ll consider what you said to him because whether he chooses to believe it or not, the Dogfighters need him. You just hope you can get through to him before he does something you can’t fix for him.

#san diego dogfighters au #San Diego dogfighters #San Diego dogfighters hockey au #you catch more bees with honey // goldenseresinretriever #ycmbwh // goldenseresinretriever #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster x you #rooster x reader #top gun maverick hockey au #top gun maverick #top gun #TGM #no use of y/n

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thehusbandoden · 1 year ago

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Hii, can wenget a part 2 for the claustrophobic reader fic?

A/n: of course! Though technically this is a third part 😅

Comforting Claustrophobic Reader Part Three -Amajiki Tamaki x Reader

Part One (Dabi, Shigaraki, Spinner)

Part Two (Bakugo, Shoto, Kirishima, and Denki)

General info:

Genre: fluff/comfort \\ wc: 515 \\ posted: 12/08/2023 \\ requested

Warnings!: villain attack, hostage (you), being tied up + gagged, tight spaces, claustrophobia, social anxiety (Tamaki), annnd I think that's it. Please let me know if I miss any! <33

Your breathing quickened as you laid on your side, trying to break free. You were a hostage in a robery, and the villain had thrown you in the closet when he saw the pro heroes arrive.

You were gagged and tied up, the rope pressing painfully into your wrists and ankles. The walls were too close for comfort, and the shock of being held hostage added to your panic.

Your hands shook with fear as you prayed for a hero to find you. Luckily, the Heavens were in your favor for Suneater burst through the door only a minute later. His face flushed as he took your beauty in, but he quickly shook his head, moving to pick you up.

Before he could, three villains jumped him, placing quirk cancelling handcuffs on him before pushing him into the closet, closing it quietly to not alert the other heores. HIs body fell on yorus and your breathing quickened, your hands beginning to shake even more.

You noticed that he was also shaking as he scrambled to get off you.

"S-s-sorry.." he whispered, his head hung low as he moved as close to the wall as possible, trying to give you space. It took him a few moments to notice you were gagged, and when he did he conjoured up a chicken's foot to gently take it off you, contining with the ropes as well.

"T-thank you.." your voice was hoarse and shaken. Tamaki blushed.

"I-it was nothing.. I-I'm sorry for falling on you.." the chicken foot disapeared.

"It wasn't your fault.." you continued to shake.

"Are you.. okay?" Tamaki murmured, looking at you worridly.

"I'm very claustrophic.." you murmur.

Tamaki's eyes softened in sympathy. "I'm sorry.. if it makes you feel any better I have something similar.." he spoke softly, looking down at you.

"You.. do?"

Tamaki nodded. "I don't know if you know me as a pro hero or not, but i have severe social anxiety.."

You nodded in understanding. "That's why you were so nervous when you first came in.."

A comfortable yet strangely intimante silence fell onto you two as you both stared at the ground.

"You know.,. you're a great hero." You murmur, smiling slightly.

"I-I am?" Tamaki's ears started to grow red.

"Oh yeah.. you immediatly jumped to my defense, ignoring your anixety. And you stayed calm and even comforted me.."

"I-it's nothing.. it's my job.." Tamaki murmured.

"Well you seem like a really good person.."

Tamaki's ears grew redder. "T-thank you.. I think you're a great person too.."

"Do you think.. we can go out sometime..? Maybe get some lunch or something.."

Tamaki's face flushed. "I-I'd like that.." he murmured.

Before you could say anything else the door slammed open, revealing an inexperienced pro hero and about four police officers.

You sighed in relief, smiling at Tamaki. "Thanks Suneater, I really appreciate what you did for me.

Tamaki flushed in embarrassment, smiling softly. "I-it was nothing.."

"Can I get your name..?" He added, his ears a deep shade of red.

"It's y/n.. and yours?"

"T-Tamaki.." he murmured.

"Tamaki.. thank you."

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Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33

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finalfrontierpioneer · 1 year ago

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2023 Fic Recs!

Happy International Fanworks Day everybody!!! To celebrate, have some fic recs! These are some of my favorite works from last year! You know the drill- all completed last year, various ratings/lengths, nothing from multiple authors (although i was SO tempted, especially by @chocolateteapotsvis as always), and in complete random order.

Thank you to all of these lovely authors for brightening up my year! :D And also enabling my procrastination lolol

Halbarry, my otp, of course:

Onward to the Horizon by ChocolateTeapots @chocolateteapotsvis (Teen and up)

Five days, three Kaiju, and eleven collective hours of sleep. It’s one more fight. They just need to pull through. For Halbarry Week Day 4: Fantasy/SciFi

sometimes I feel it comin' on at the wheel by DynamicDuo (XylB) @halifax-jordan (Explicit)

"It'll be okay," Hal soothes. "I don't need to know what's troubling you right now, but whatever it is, it'll be all right." "It focuses…on what…I want," Barry says through gritted teeth, like each word is painful to get out. Or maybe embarrassing? He peeks up at Hal through his fingers with a meaningful look, as if hoping Hal will understand…through osmosis? "Buddy, I can do a lot, but I can't read your mind."

When I Come Back, I'll Wear Your Wedding Ring by ketchup_monthly (General)

hal has some issues he needs to work through, but he loves his boyfriend very much. barry just wants to get married. aka: i wrote yet another halbarry fic furthering my "hal is a huge romantic" agenda

Entropy (Has Got Nothing on Us) by RoboticNebula @roboticnebula (Mature)

Snapshots of Hal and Barry’s life together. For Halbarry week 2023 (25 August – 31 August).

star twinkled skin by Rexs_Blacks (Explicit)

Barry gets stuck in a wall. Hal helps out. Feelings and shit.

Buddie!

glue by ProsperDemeter (Teen and up) -this entire series is SO PERFECT

“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?” “I’m not falling for him.” -- A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that. -- Another season one rewrite.

I'll Feel You Forget Me Like I Used to Feel You Breathe by turningthepages (Mature)

A car accident leaves Eddie without ten years of memories. He forgets meeting Buck, falling in love, getting married, and bringing two more kids into their life. As Eddie struggles to adjust to this new life, Buck struggles with being in love with someone who doesn't want to remember him. Oh, and they have really cute kids. or Just another Hollywood Amnesia story the fandom probably didn't need but lived in my head rent free for too long.

help me hold on to you by Ink_Dancer (Mature)

"You doing okay, Buck?" Eddie asked. Buck snorted. Loudly. It echoed. Eddie clicked his tongue. "Okay." He started moving again, coming over to Buck's side and starting to gather up an armful of takeout cartons. "What're you doing?" Buck asked. "I'm taking care of you," Eddie said firmly. "Because you're not doing a very good job." Or: Buck recovers slowly from the ladder truck, the Buckley-Diaz family goes stargazing, and Eddie and Buck get stuck in an attic during a house fire.

to your front door by hammersmiths (General)

Pepa’s been eyeing him all evening, so it shouldn’t be a surprise when she says, “Why aren’t you dating Eddie?” And yet Buck still nearly veers the car straight off the road.

maybe it's the way you lean on his shoulder by allyasavedtheday @littlespoonevan (Teen and up)

“Eddie,” she blurts. “Hi. Sorry. I didn’t realise you were here.” The sound of her voice makes him move and he quickly sets the knife down, offering her a warm smile. “Hey, Maddie. Don’t apologise; I’m not interrupting your schedule, am I?” “Oh no,” Maddie shakes her head quickly, waving the idea away. “The uh- the schedule’s been retired. I was just gonna make Buck dinner but-“ “Looks like we had the same idea, huh?” Eddie replies with a half-laugh. “Well, you’re welcome to join us. I’m making lasagne. It’s not quite on the level of Bobby’s famous four-cheese recipe but Buck’s still on a comfort food kick.” * In which Maddie realises there might be more to Buck and Eddie's relationship than she'd originally thought.

Stucky:

Werewolves in the Workplace by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) @leveragehunters (Teen and up)

SHIELD was the only intelligence agency that assigned werewolf and vampire agents to work together in the field, but the program had been a staggering success. They compensated each other’s weaknesses, complemented each other’s strengths, and a werewolf could feed a vampire and shake off the effects faster than ordering a pizza. Bucky knew all that. What he didn't know was why this particular vampire, one Agent Steve Rogers, was holding out a protein bar. They were perched in the rafters of a warehouse, waiting for not-overly punctual arms dealers to show up and deal arms, had been stuck up here for a couple of hours, but none of that explained vampires suddenly offering snacks. In his near decade as a werewolf in SHIELD, Bucky had worked with a lot of vampires, and they all tended to be pretty much the same. Steve Rogers was different, didn't fit the vampire mould, and Bucky couldn't quite figure out why. Not that it really mattered. Steve was just someone he was occasionally paired with on SHIELD assignments. It wasn't like he was going to have any effect on Bucky's life.

Waking the Fire in Me by humapuma (Explicit)

Steve’s knees nearly went out from under him, but he grabbed onto the table to stay upright. He whined – he couldn’t help it. His chest cracked open, breaking him down until he was sixteen years old again, thin and sickly. The pale grey of those eyes was so familiar, but Steve hadn’t seen it, hadn’t even thought to look for it. How? A voice screamed inside. How did I not see? His entire being trembled as he whispered, “Bucky?” The Soldier’s usually cold eyes changed then, something flashed in them as his nostrils flared, harshly inhaling Steve’s scent before he said the words that finally made his buckling knees give out, forcing Steve to the ground. “Who the hell is Bucky?” A ghost found his way to the Avengers, asking for help - a ghost of a man long thought dead.

the time that's slipping by its_tortle @its-tortle (Teen and up)

“Hello?” she calls. Steve holds his breath again, even as he feels pressure build up behind his eyes. Because that’s his mother’s voice, and he hasn’t heard in twenty one (conscious) years. He doesn’t dare move. OR 'If Steve was going to travel back in time for anything before returning to his own timeline, it would be to see his mom again one last time'

Tongue in Cheek by rohruh (Explicit)

“No, no,” Bucky leans into his space, close enough that Steve can feel the warm tufts of his breath against his cheek, “go on.” “It’s just,” Steve’s not quite sure how to phrase this. He’s not sure what his motivation was in starting this whole conversation, really. “I guess I wish that I could kiss like that, is all.” Bucky stares at him, his eyes bright as the warm glow from the streetlight dances off of them. “I could teach you.” Steve’s mouth goes dry. “Teach me?” “Yeah,” Bucky snatches the joint out of his hand and leans back against the wall. “Give you a kissing lesson, or whatever.”

Backhoe by ZenaidaMacrouras @zenaidamacrouras1 (Explicit)

Steve Rogers is a seasoned activist and not at all afraid to get arrested while protesting the building of a pipeline. HOWEVER he is TERRIFIED when he realizes he’ll be chained to the same backhoe as Bucky “very handsome southern boy who also plays guitar and struts like a panther in his very tight, worn thin blue jeans” Barnes. Our brave, tiny Steve will find out once and for all: Can you catch on fire from blushing over your crush? May Contain: Extended descriptions of how to get arrested while chained to a backhoe, copious amounts of sisters, Appalachian accents, cheerful silliness interspersed with tragic background realness. Pining with a happy ending. Chicken related controversy. Tragic background realness mainly consists of parents passing away, because who doesn’t love adult orphans. Discussion of funerals. Very brief homophobic interaction in chapter 18 (marked in the chapter intro notes). There is no violence, but there are a few moments where you might think there might be violence. Overall this is a romance not a gritty, hard hitting documentary.

Various pairings:

Till You Find Your Dream by Kyele @timeforalongstory (Explicit) (Brudick)

You know, my child, that the orphanage cannot continue to support you once you become an adult.” The abbess sighs. “There is one path that is always open to you. You may choose a holy vocation, and take orders. The Sisters of Perpetual Grace will accept you as a postulant if you choose.” Dick had known to expect this. “Thank you, Reverend Mother,” Dick says respectfully, “but I cannot follow that path.” The Mother Superior nods. He looks unsurprised. “Then perhaps,” he says, “you would be interested to hear of another opportunity.” From the papers on his desk, the abbess removes a single sheet. “Are you familiar with Captain Wayne?” Dick accepts a position as governess to eight war-orphans, adopted by millionaire and WW1 flying ace Captain Bruce Wayne. The rest is inevitable.

Seven by HollyDB (Explicit) (Spuffy)

It's been months since Willow almost ended the world, and a tense summer has turned into an ominous fall in Sunnydale. Spike is back from wherever and acting weirder than usual, a new threat is rising that—for once—doesn't seem to stem from the hellmouth, and Buffy has no idea who to trust or what to believe. She also doesn’t have the luxury of time to figure it out. Some things never change.

Seven Lessons by Tessabeth (Mature) (Cazriel)

At Windhaven, teenage Cassian's in trouble again. As punishment he's paired with the strange shadowsinger who hangs around Devlon's headquarters. 40,000 words, ten chapters, complete. Some timeline tinkering. “You,” says Devlon, pointing at Cass, “need to learn self control. He’s got it. And you,” pointing at Azriel now, “need to learn to use those pathetic curtains you’re carrying around on your back, and this one knows how. So there you go. You’ve got a week. At the end of the week, I want both of you flying, and both of you able to put up a solid shield without blasting your comrades over a cliff. Now fuck off.” Azriel bends down to the Commander and murmurs something urgently in his ear. Tendrils of shadow writhe around his jaw. “No. No, I’ll manage it without you. I’ve let this go on too long; you’re too old for this bullshit. You can come back when you can fly. Go on, fuck off. And shut the door behind you.” Back out in the gelid dusk, the two look at each other warily. Azriel still says nothing. Cass sighs. “See you in the morning? Meet by the mess?” Azriel ducks his head in agreement, and disappears down an alleyway. It’s going to be a long week.

Desperate Times by Eienvine (General) (Sifki)

Sif sees the man’s lips curve up in a sharp, cruel smile. “I have long dreamed of seeing Odin on his knees, begging for his life. I cannot have that, but I can at least see his son beg for someone else’s life.” He won’t do it, Sif is certain; if there is one thing that can confidently be said about Loki, it is that he is horribly proud. And proud men do not beg. Not even to save her life.

Sit, Stay, Speak by Fenris13 @ragnarokhound (Explicit) (Jaytim)

“He’s not here. Just his suit,” he tells Babs, gathering up the costume. “The apartment’s untouched, but downstairs looks like a hurricane went through it.” There’s a crackling hiss through the receiver as she sighs, tense. “Shit. Okay. Is there anything—?” “That’s not all,” he interrupts, standing up with an apprehensive look at his unexpected new companion. “There’s a dog.”

and tell the ones you love (you love them) by LadyMerlin (Teen and up) (Jaytim)

Weeks pass and the clan remains occupied with the chaos that is Gotham. It’s no busier than usual, but Bruce feels himself tiring easily, still recovering from his involuntary jaunt through the timestream. Everyone is remarkably kind to him, giving him time and space to recover. Unfortunately, all that time gives him, well… a lot of time to think. To consider. To analyse the changes that have occurred during his absence. There are new alliances, new tensions, shifting fault lines in the geology of his family. He reminds himself that this is the best case scenario; that everyone is still alive and well, that things could have gone much worse. But he can’t help but feel there’s something he’s still missing. Something he hasn't been told. AKA: the one where Bruce learns how to use his words, and tries not to be too nosy about his children's love lives.

those kind of friends by gabrieeella (Mature) (Jeronica)

He remembered the first time he’d seen her wear her hair like that, the way it’d unsettled him a little. It was so Betty-like, and yet not Betty-like at all. Betty’s ponytail moved like spilled sunlight. Veronica’s swung around like a guillotine. Or, a series of unexpected late-night encounters force an ever-distant Jughead and Veronica to explore who they really are (and could be) to each other.

you dug my heart a grave by jilliancares @jilliancares (General) (Spideypool)

He’s laying there, groaning and in pain and clutching his ribs, but even worse— [Really? Is it really worse? Give it a good, hard think and tell me if this is worse.] —but even worse, sparks are flying. Literally. Or: Wade realizes that Spidey is his soulmate.

#fic recs #2023 fic recs #halbarry #buddie #stucky

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 15

Something that tickles your fancy for the day.

Character: Monkey D. Luffy Reader: gender-neutral Warnings: None, really. Pretty fluffy.

Summary: Luffy likes your laugh, and he has a very direct way of getting to hear it. -:- 857 words

Tickle Monster

“I’ll laugh!” You assert, putting your hands in front of you to stave off Luffy’s advances. “I’ll laugh for you, Luffy, just… just give me a moment.” You have to admit you’re panicking just a little. Laughing on command isn’t easy, and that’s not exactly what Luffy was asking of you.

You two had gotten to talking during watch. He was up because it was hit turn, you were up because you couldn’t fall asleep and had decided to give your captain, and companion, some company.

You had thought it would be better than staring at the ceiling for an indeterminate amount of time, but now you were missing the quiet of the bunks. The two of you had gotten into a conversation about one another. Your relationship was new, and neither of you really cared to define it in common terms, so you had moments like these.

Where you talked. Tonight’s conversation had gotten on how one of Luffy’s favorite things about you was your laugh. He liked it so much he was trying to figure out how to make you laugh more, when he realized he could just tickle you.

“Ah… um… ha, ha, ha?” You try, but it’s so painfully awkward, and Luffy just tilts his head. The look he gives you is enough to pull a genuine, if not sputtered, laugh from you.

Luffy gives you a wide smile at the try, laughing similarly with his devious shi-shi-shi. “See? You need some help to get started, it’s okay. I don’t mind helping!”

You grab his wrists as he reaches out again. “If, if you tickle me I’ll laugh really loud!” You insist, embarrassment racing into your face. “I’ll – I’ll end up waking everyone up.”

“Nah, they all sleep really well.” Luffy does his best to reassure you, his hands already stretching past your grip.

Damn this rubber body of his.

You barely have time to think the thought before his fingers have found your sides. You’re not normally super ticklish, but you’re on edge right now, trying to avoid being tickled, and failing miserably. The tension has made you more susceptible to the act and you’re laughing before you can even tell Luffy to stop.

Your laughter fills the crow’s nest, and once he gets you going, his arms wrap around you and start tickling you everywhere they can reach. You let go of your hold on his wrists, it’s not doing any good anyway, and try to grab at his fingers as his long arms stretch around you.

Eventually Luffy has his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs, and around your shoulders, fingers resting on them as he gives you a chance to catch your breath. You’re flushed and dizzy from laughter, squirming in strange bondage that only Luffy could do.

“No… more…” you huff. You’re sweaty, and tired. A little grateful that you’ll be able to sleep after all, and maybe a little miffed that you’ll have to take a bath before you can go back to bed, but you’re not upset. “Whether you got your fill, or not, Luffy.”

He smiles, pulling you against his body and giving you a full body hug. His fingers wiggle as he laughs into the hug, the ticklish sensation pulling a few small giggles from you until something shifts and your last giggle turns into a moan.

The two of you look at one another in mild surprise, and you see a devious look cross his face.

“No, no!” You assert, trying to wriggle free. “You got your share of laughs out of me, I’ll not be – Hannnnnghhhh, Luuuuuffy, st-stop.” You gasp, deft fingers slipping over your sweat slicked body in a skilled mix of ticklish motions and something more devious.

“(Y/N) is full of a lot of different kinds of good sounds.” He says with a laugh. “I wanna hear more!”

“Luh-later! Tomorrow! Another night,” you assert, laughing despite it all. “Luffy, I’m exhausted now, lemme sleep! All that laughing wore me out.”

“Tomorrow then!”

“Tomorrow night.” You state as his hands begin to unwind from you.

“Tomorrow! I don’t want to wait.” He asserts.

“Tomorrow night.” You insist. “I don’t mind laughing around the others, but I don’t want to accidentally moan like that in front of anyone… uh… else.”

“It’s a sound just for me, huh?” He prompts, a knowing smile on his face. That’d been how you’d defined some of the more intimate things between the two of you. An action just for him, words just for him, and now a sound.

Little gifts you weren’t going to give to others. Little treasures and treasured moments for Luffy. It was as close to defining your relationship as the two of you got.

“Yosh!” He agrees. “Tomorrow night.”

Day or night, for him alone or not, you certainly underestimated your Captain’s love of your laughter. He enjoyed other sounds you made, but Luffy almost seemed to enjoy tickling you more than he enjoyed talking with you.

The world might call them the monster trio, but to you it was two bickering crew mates, and one Tickle Monster for a captain.

#Release the Quin #Kinktober 2023 #x reader #reader insert #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy

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corpseri · 2 years ago

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May i ask for a jude x mc/kate reader let's jude is being an ass (as usual) with his lover mc but then she start crying (not like like full on crying like tears is falling from their eyes) and say ' i think you're holding the heart of mine...you squeeze it apart...that's fine' with a sad smile

𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 | 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴢᴢᴀ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

#𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐀

"I think you're holding this heart of mine... you squeeze it apart... that's fine..."

Jude's heart drops when he sees tears in your eyes. He feels ashamed... embarrassed. All he wants to do is to hold you close and pepper kisses on your face, apologising profusely

But he doesn't

He leaves the room, leaving you in it. He figured you needed some space, not wanting to deal with your sappy state right now

He soon regrets that when he comes into your room after a while, and he doesn't see you there. He searches the mansion, running up and down corridors screaming your name, hoping you'd answer

He berates himself under his breath. You're so fucking stupid, you know that right? They were crying and you fucking left them alone. You idiot

He finds you in the park, cross—legged on the floor with a small, cute little bunny in your arms

Your eyes were red, he can see the dried tears that were running down your face, thinking about how he should have wiped them as soon as they left your eyeballs

"I promise I'll stop being an ass. Please come back home. You're gonna get cold,"

You turn sway slightly from him, muttering a little something to the bunny, probably berating him and his behaviour

Jude kneels down in front of you, cupping your cold cheeks. He then kisses your lips, you don't react, causing him to awkwardly pull back

"...we can keep the bunny, if you want. I will talk to William about keeping her,"

"Him," You corrected

"Him... if you wish to leave me, kill me, then go. Because if you don't, I don't know what I'll do to myself,"

"I don't wish to leave you... I'm just sad,"

Jude picks you up bridal style, the bunny still in your arms. "We can talk about this at home. Now, let's get you warmed up,"

"Okay..."

"Have you thought about what to name the bunny?"

"...hmm... nibbles?"

"Nibbles it is,"

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil headcanons #ikevil jude #jude jazza #ikevil jude x reader

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anxiousgaypanicking · 2 years ago

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Micro/Macro

hey guys lol while i was posting my big bang on tumblr i was also posting kinktober on ao3 so yall are getting the first few chapters like a month late but shhhhh

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day One: Micro/Macro Warnings: micro/macro, overstimulation, humping

Virgil is rather carelessly dropped onto a pillow, and though he contemplates wrapping his nude body up in the pillowcase, a couple unidentifiable stains quickly dissuade him from doing so.

Not that it'd be very worthwhile anyway, considering Remus was very quickly stripping himself of his own clothes, meaning Virgil would just hide his body only to be unceremoniously grabbed and exposed once more, though this time it'd be for Remus's pleasure.

So, Virgil instead sits on his knees, arms between his thighs as he watches Remus strip with a flushed expression.

To some extent he's embarrassed of himself for agreeing to let Remus use him whenever he desired. It was just a random thing he'd consented to, but it has very quickly changed the direction of his day-to-day life. Each week was filled with at least two solid rounds of sex, and a lot more teasing and experimentation.

This was an example of the latter.

Virgil has never been shrunk before, but finds himself excited at the prospect. Though, he is admittedly worried about being squashed under Remus's body in one way or another.

As Remus quickly gets his boxers off, though, Virgil watches as he wastes no time throwing himself onto the bed, and nearly flinging Virgil into the ceiling in the process.

Virgil has to grip tight to the pillow to keep from being jostled as Remus gets himself comfortable, and then turns the pillow so that it's vertical in front of him. Virgil's left dizzy by the sudden movement, but a rough finger is being pressed against his chest and pushing him down onto his back before he can catch his bearings.

He gasps as he hits the pillow, forced to stare up at Remus's grinning form.

"So helpless," Remus purrs, all too delighted by this notion. He has his other hand wrapped around his cock, and is stroking it sloppily. "I could crush you with a simple flick if I wanted to."

"Please don't," Virgil meekly says, though he's unsure if Remus can even hear him.

A response reaffirms him though, as Remus shrugs. "I won't. Not right now, anyway. Smothering you seems much more fun!"

He leans over the pillow, cock dragging across the fabric and leaving a trail of precome where it travels, leading right up to Virgil's small body, which is trapped right under the slit. There's no weight yet, as Remus focuses on properly straddling the pillow, but it leaves Virgil's body hot in anticipation.

Remus's head hangs down, messy hair falling towards the bed, as Virgil looks behind him. They make eye contact, and Remus grins.

"You look irresistible," he comments, before carelessly relaxing his body and falling fully against the pillow. His waist and chest are pressed against it, and he wastes no time wrapping his arms tightly around the object in order to squeeze it harder against him.

Virgil is immediately crushed by Remus's hard cock, pushed tightly against his tiny body, trapping him to the pillow he's resting against. It's not painful; thankfully the soft backboard serves to allow him to sink a little into the fluff, but it means he's a lot more constrained. Moving at all is difficult, and he loves it.

He moans, though he's sure Remus can't hear him this time, as Remus desperately tries to hold himself back.

Virgil knows Remus is waiting for him to start moving to signify he's okay. That he's excited, even! And Virgil has the insatiable urge to do just that, it's just a bit of a struggle.

He wiggles a little bit, attempting to unpin his arms. Once he does, he's quick to wrap them around Remus's shaft, flushing dark when his arms barely get around half of it. His legs reach up to straddle the base of the cock, pushing his own small shaft against Remus's and grinding slightly against it, moaning immediately at the miniscule amount of friction.

But his slight grinding is enough to notify Remus of his wellbeing, which Remus wants to immediately ruin. In the best way, of course.

Rough as ever, Remus starts his own grinding, forcefully rubbing his cock against the pillow beneath him and groaning as he feels Virgil's small body being ground beneath him.

He knows he's already leaking precome, but that only spurs on his grinding, excited to give his tiny a nice thick layer of glaze.

Remus's cock fucks hard against Virgil's, torturing him with intense pleasure as his body is forced up and down and deeper against the pillow.

Precome smears into his hair, over his face, across his body. A fair amount of it gushes into his mouth, leaving him choking and coughing as he swallows as much as he can. It's bitter and salty, but he can hardly focus on his disgust when his pleasure is much more prevalent.

His body is hot and jolting with constant pleasure due to the friction against his cock and nipples, making him whine and cry out constantly, though he knows they won't be stopping until Remus decides he's done.

Muffled groans and dramatic moans reach his ears, though much of what he hears is the wet slapping of Remus's cock against his body and the clap of his balls from how fast he's humping.

Remus's only motivation comes from chasing his orgasm, and Virgil is just a means to help him achieve that. He doesn't care whether Virgil comes or not, or even if he can move! He only cares about how good that small squirming feels!

Though, eventually his curiosity begins to eat at him and he decides he has to see Virgil.

He pulls up, sitting back on his calves, and is confused at first as he sees nothing more but a slick, damp stain on his pillow case, with no tiny man in sight. He scratches his head, before he feels something slide against his cock, and then Virgil's falling from it, and back onto the pillows below, sticky with come.

His own semen isn't noticeable at all among the translucent goop he's soaked in, making him look damp and lubed.

Remus can't help but grin cheerily at the sight, watching the way Virgil's small body twitches and moves ever so slightly, but otherwise stays spread out.

Remus's hand moves slow over his shaft as he gets off to just staring at Virgil, before using the tip of his finger he's pulling it up and back, only to suddenly let go and watch as his fock smacks against Virgil's body with a wet squelching sound and a barely audible cry.

He drags the tip of his cock over Virgil's body, stroking his shaft in a way that almost makes it look as though he's squeezing precome out of it, before he lifts his cock up again.

Virgil's hardly given a respite before it's dropped back onto him and the process repeats, with pre being spilled over his body, coating him in a thick layer, and making him cough as he tries fruitlessly to wipe his face, only for it to quickly be recoated.

When Remus pulls his cock back up again, Virgil is a bit more ready for him to drop it down again, but he isn't prepared to once more stick to the side.

This time Remus doesn't let him drop down however, and grabs Virgil with his fingers before he can do so.

He's then cupped in the palm of Remus's hand, and rather tightly forced up against Remus's cock, trapped by the hand squeezing him against the shaft from behind.

It's suffocating as he's stuck against the sticky surface, overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and the bitter taste of come that's essentially tainted his tongue. Yet, he lets it roll out of his mouth and drag along the side of Remus's cock as Remus begins pumping him up and down, using Virgil's small body to continue stimulating himself.

Virgil's cock drags along Remus's cock as well, and he squirms as a result, even though he knows he can't escape. It's so intense and overstimulating, and he already feels himself nearing another orgasm from the minimal amount of friction.

He cries out pathetically, whimpering at the assault on his body, but his cries go unheard, and he loves it.

He's moved up and down so violently he swears it'll give him vertigo, until he's stalled at the top. Virgil attempts to look over at Remus to gauge what he's thinking, but Remus's thumb is pressing down on the back of his head, burying Virgil's head in the slit.

He hears Remus grunt, and then moan, and Virgil barely has time to shut his eyes before he's drowned in a flood of Remus's come.

He's left gagging and spluttering, drinking down what he can to keep from fully choking on the semen. He swallows down so much that he feels his stomach ache, and he momentarily thinks it might just never end, until finally Remus lets go of him and once again Virgil falls back onto the pillow beneath him, although this time it's not significantly wetter.

He coughs, laying limp as he tries to catch his breath. But Remus isn't done with him.

Carefully, Remus brings a finger back down to Virgil, and very softly drags it over Virgil's straining cock, rubbing him to a quick and messy orgasm that Virgil only has a few seconds to prepare for, before he finally pulls away, leaning back on his knees as he stares at the ruined tiny beneath him.

Virgil's panting is nearly as loud as Remus's, but it makes Remus muse at just how exhausted Virgil is.

"Have fun?" Remus teases, which has Virgil whining as he curls up into the fetal position, trembling with sensitivity.

"Fuck off," is Virgil's only response, but he leans against Remus's soft palm as Remus gently scoops him up, letting himself be tended for in Remus's own weird way.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #agp kinktober #dukexiety #dukexiety smut #micro/macro

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steamedmiilk · 2 months ago

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This morning I have a headache. A headache that started in 2020, come and go every few months. But as of 2023, it would persist. And the last 3 months have been difficult. It’s everyday almost and the back of my eye hurts.

I have to navigate daily life. With pain in my shoulder, a headache and now pain in my hip bone. It doesn’t help that the other leg while it doesn’t hurt when I put pressure on it somehow it hurts my chest. My ears they leak liquid. Sometimes I’m surprised I can hear.

I keep falling in love. Sold a dream. These men they strung me along it seems. Even though they see me. The embarrassment I feel when I know they’re looking at me struggle to walk.

One of these days I fear I will not wake up. The pain and headache gets so bad. I take advantage when I can go outside. I walk as much as I can. I loved walking. People watching. Bird watching. Being friendly. Short conversations with strangers.

I wanna roll into someone. Press my face against their chest while we sleep. And I want them to kiss my forehead goodnight. And squish me closer. I wanna rub on their chest hair. And let their voice wrap my heart and then me into a safe sleep.

I miss trusting someone. Building with someone. It’s so unrealistic but some days I imagine a man does believe that my life is being threatened. That it is by one of the members of my family or someone close to us.

And that as I open my front door to brave the outside and brave my body (because I feel like I’m going to collapse outside walking) a man, one of them I had begged to take me out of here safely is stopped in the middle of his tracks as he’s about to knock on my door. The door here where I live with my father. And I am shocked. And he goes “let’s do it. I can’t stop thinking about you. The things you say. You’re bat shit crazy. But I know you’ll shut up if you’re with me. Safe. I see that now. I see you little bunny girl.” He takes my hand and says “pack up your stuff the cars outside. Take what you can” and I do.

When we arrive to where he feels I’ll be safe. The days that transpire is peaceful. I’m quiet. I sleep better. I look healthier. My headaches are going away. He has taken me to a place beyond their reach. My test results explain why. Why in all of it. and he squeezes my hand and says “it’ll be okay.” I was a stray pet. Kinda. I needed a haircut badly, like a lost dog who needs vaccinations and grooming. But when he comes through the door of the place he decided to keep me safe. It’s always joy and appreciation.

He doesn’t take advantage of me and my situation. He doesn’t abuse me more. I’ve spent my entire life abused. Looking for peace. Safety. Because I’m a good person. I want to help people. My community. But they keep me in survival mode so I look selfish. But I’m really not.

I’ve lost trust. And he’s so kind that he works slowly to gain it. And he has. I never consider being with anyone else. No one catches my eye. No one has done for me what he has. No one knows me like him. No one loves me like him. And for the first time in 33 long years, I am safe and I know what it feels like. He chose me and I chose him. We are family. And I am calm now. Relaxed. I don’t have to worry. And I feel foreign to my own life.

— just in my head, day dreaming, 10:29 AM/ 3.25.2025 / Tuesday / Coral Pink iPhone

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dark9896 · 2 years ago

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Flufftober 2023

Day 8: Reading a tender letter [x Zed]

This was really starting to bother Zed.

Zapp's idiotic prank was just too much. What even was the point of leaving a bottle in the top of his tank? Other than just blatantly aggravating the half-fish.

Letting out a deep sigh after getting dressed, Zed retrieved the bottle from within his tank. The only thing that gave him pause was what looked like your handwriting on the paper stuck inside. He had always just assumed it was Zapp...

But he was too hasty in trying to remove the page, nearly tearing it to shreds. Using Windweaver for this hadn't been his smartest move.

Though with him wandering mindlessly, a handwritten letter in hand, Zed fell down the stairs...

"Zed!" Leo rushed over, "Are you alright?"

Ignoring Zapp laughing his *ss off in the background, Zed dusted himself off.

"How did you f&^king miss the stairs Fishstick?" Zapp wheezed, "I didn't think you'd be the kind to f&^king fall for a dumb*ss trick like that!"

"You didn't even do anything to the stairs Zapp." Leo deadpanned, "Are you okay Zed?"

"Yes, I'm okay." He checked to make sure he still had your letter, "I was simply distracted."

"No sh*t."

"No one asked for your two cents."

"Oh yeah!"

Zed walked away from the budding fight, focusing once more on your letter. Marveling at how well-spoken you seemed to be. He hadn't truly thought much about you being this interested in him, though he did have an embarrassing crush on you. It was nice knowing it was mutual, even if it had to be disguised as one of Zapp's attempts to annoy him.

Knowing the nearly silent, cute, reliable coworker was just as interested in him was exhilarating. Especially once he spotted you in the office, shyly waving with the letter in hand. The only way he knew how to make sure you knew he got your message...

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #zed o'brien #flufftober 2023

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howdoyoudothedew · 1 year ago

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fuck it

2023 writing summary

January

“So, what colour would you like your room to be?” Kaito asked as they prepared lunches for tomorrow. He kept a watchful eye on Ayumi as the boy cut the vegetables while Kaito cut hotdogs into little octopi.

Ayumi thought as he cut. A crease appeared between his eyebrows as the time passed. “White.”

“White?” Kaito repeated, just to make sure. There were so many colours to choose from, that was a rather unexpected one. It also seemed like a rather quick answer, at least to Kaito. When his parents asked him the same thing he’d taken almost a week to plan.

“Yeah, white,” Ayumi said. “‘Cause my dad’s Kaitou KID.”

Oh. Okay. Kaito fought the sudden desire to clutch his chest. How could one six year old be so effortlessly cute?

February

It starts in a coffeeshop of all places, like her life is a weird cliche. And honestly, given her brothers and the predictability of past summers, she really wouldn't be surprised. For all she knew, she actually lived in a cartoon. That also would mean she was a background character, which didn’t really surprise her much either. Though maybe it was for the best. Somehow, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to handle the attention given to a main character.

This wasn’t the first time she’d ever seen the tall, pretty goth. (Objectively pretty. If Vanessa was a character in a book, she’d be described as ‘tall, dark, and handsome’, with the swoop of her long brown hair, the deep blue eyes, and her entirely black wardrobe.) Though that summer was ten years ago and she hadn’t really seen Vanessa around much since then. They sort of lost touch after high school started again.

"Candace!" Vanessa greeted her with a warm smile that could send anyone's heart fluttering.

March

“I can't believe you had a crush on my uncle,” Yang complained.

“Don't say it!” Ruby whined, hands over her ears. “This is worse than seeing him flirt with waiters.”

“I agree,” Cardin said quietly and Sky laughed.

“To be fair, your uncle’s pretty attractive.” Russel shrugged.

“He is,” Dove said.

“Yeah, I get it now,” Sky agreed.

“Gross gross gross gross gross!!” Ruby covered her head with her arms and Jaune laughed.

April

"Vile," Dinobot hissed. "Where is your survival instinct?"

"Eh, who knows." Rattrap shrugged, then tacked on like it didn't give an exPredacon all the advantage he'd ever need over him (maybe the 'ex' was why he didn't. Maybe he really never had the best sense for survival, despite all his practical negativity)– "Must be out for some long service, since that means I trust you."

"You trust me?" Dinobot asked, optics squinted in suspicion.

"What, you got oil in your ears? That's what I said, Chopperface," Rattrap said.

May

When he found Arthur, it was with his hand in an amused, and a little embarrassed looking, Lancelot's. Morgana was there as well. She looked very amused. If this wasn't another thing in a long list of things he felt he had to deal with too much of, Leon might find the horrendous platitudes falling from Arthur's lips amusing, too, but alas.

"Lancelot."

Lancelot looked over at him, eyes alight like he just saw his saviour from the executioner's block. "Leon!" Immediately Arthur quieted– a small blessing. The pout Arthur shot him at being interrupted was the same from when he fought with Merlin. "Thank gods you're here. Help me get him to Gaius?"

June

Valmont only hummed, not really one for acknowledging gratefulness for something that he felt was necessary or obligatory– he was like Tohru, in that respect. Not that either disliked the gratefulness or that they wouldn't do these things if they didn't see them as necessary or obligatory. Just that they didn't see it necessary for the others to thank them for things that ‘of course they would do’. A corner of Chow’s mouth lifted in a smile and Valmont turned from him with an eyeroll and pinkened cheeks.

The scrape on Finn’s leg was perhaps worse than Finn had really thought at first, now that the adrenaline had worn off from their small heist. It pulsed slightly with his heartbeat. Though honestly that could just be in his head. Like when he had his period and thought he could feel his heart through his nether regions. Valmont kneeled between his legs, their first aid kit on the other side of Finn’s injured leg. He slid the bottom of Finn’s boxers up a little so he could access the full scrape. Finn hissed when Valmont started to clean it.

“Oh, calm down,” Valmont said, though his touch lightened.

July

“So, my little bloom, what’s your first word?” Jaune asks. Cardin nods at her, hoping she will say it for them.

She looks up at both of them with bright, pink eyes, and repeats her first word enthusiastically for her parents. “Fuck!”

Jaune bites his lip so he doesn’t laugh or smile and looks at Cardin out the corner of his eye.

August

"Did you know Miriam didn't use a crucifix when she killed her husband? She still loved him, even after all the awful things he'd done," Vlad says offhandedly. Honestly the hope that Arthur might get it without him spelling it out is low, but.

"What's that have to do with anything?" Arthur asks, looking agitated. Or perhaps confused. He can be such a stupid man, and Vlad sighs.

"You can't use the crucifix on me, can you?" Vlad asks. Arthur doesn't answer. "Think. What does this mean about your feelings towards me? I'd really rather not have to tell you, Arthur."

"It means you've figured out some new trick," Arthur says and brandishes the crucifix once more. "Get back! I, Arthur Van Alten, compel you!"

September

"I wasn't out yet!" Rattrap defends himself. It feels good. Natural. He holds out his servo and Dinobot pulls him to his pedes. Somehow, the servo in his feels like it was always there, though they've certainly never held servos before. Neither had the courage.

“Yet I found you cowering like the rat you are,” Dinobot says.

Rattrap can feel his spark pulsing hard, vents stabilizing. The air cycles calmer. "Come closer and I'll show you cowerin'." He pulls Dinobot down closer and Dinobot stumbles a step with a growl.

"Careful, rodent, I might kill you yet," Dinobot says, but his optics flash bright and Rattrap holds no fear toward him.

October

Damn my Hyde! He is supposed to stay with the crown, but now his madness encroaches even my waking moments, for the moments wearing the crown felt like sleep and the moments without I felt awake, but now the crown's memories feel like the impressions of a dream. It feels like I am drowning. The water presses on my lungs even now.

November

Weiss is less of a reaching hand and more of a shoulder. It’s a complete accident, their friendship. A once-in-a-million moment of many other little moments coming together that lead to them talking. They change each other. They hold each other up when they need to be held up, and they listen, and they force each other to be a little bolder through the changes their separate friend groups inflict on them. They tell each other things they’d never tell another soul, too. Unlike the others, Weiss knows what he’s been through. Cardin never thought it could actually help to speak the traumas out loud, but it does. He knows it’s because it’s Weiss. Because she understands in a way the others can not.

December

"Duh, Ren and I did have fun growing up!" Nora says.

"I took her to one after she almost got us kicked out of the zoo when we were ten," Ren says.

"If they didn't want me in the bear exhibit, they shouldn't've made it so easy to get in!" Nora says, a finger in the air. Cardin gives her the look he gives her sometimes, the one where he looks confused for a few seconds before he takes a breath and seemingly shakes away whatever questions he has instead of asking them.

“Well that’s rather enlightening,” Weiss mutters.

#link speaks to space

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