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redvelvetcupcakes21 · 1 month

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Don't ask me why ask me why I wrote this.

But enjoy!

(I think I just got emotional over the parents dropping their kids off for the first time for their first day of school 😭)

The stupid fire was too much for any of them. It had been burning for over 4 days now and Tommy couldn't help but feel his stomach drop as he realized the fire had demolished the row of cabins that were scattered around the woods.

He and his team had managed to save a few people, sadly there was one family that Tommy's team could save except for the infant.

"Having a child is like having your heart walk outside your chest"

It was something he had heard Evan say when it came to Jee and Chris.

He understood it, he had had his own nephew, two nieces, and one God daughter.

He just never experienced it.

Until now.

At first he thought it was because it was out of guilt, they couldn't save the parents in time. And then he thought it was because the baby (he looked maybe 1 or 2 years old) had a port wine birthmark. A reminder of Evan, but unlike Evan the birthmark covered nearly half of the baby's face; just stopping shy of the boys nose and left ear. His hair was dark, as well as his eyes- the opposite of Evan. But Tommy couldn't help but think the kid looked like how Tommy did when he was little.

Or maybe, it had to do with the fact that the kid was deaf. Tommy noticed the hearing aids when they were loading the kid into the helicopter.

"Mr. Kinnard, you okay?"

Tommy smiled politely at the nurse and social worker standing outside of Lucas's door.

In the following days since his team had saved Lucas, Tommy had learned a few things 1) Lucas was 2 years old, he was indeed deaf and knew some ASL, 2) he had thankfully came out of the burning cabin with no burns but minimal smoke inhalation and 3) they had found some of Lucas's family- but unfortunately due to financial reasons and location, the family members couldn't take the toddler in.

Yeah, that broke Tommy's heart into pieces because the kid deserved to be with family.

Tommy knew some ASL, he had learned some as a child thanks to his next door neighbors daughter teaching him in the case Tommy wanted to say hi to his neighbor. He had picked more up while in the military during downtime but not enough to carry a conversation. So he had relied on the ASL interpreter when visiting Lucas.

"God, he's adorable." Buck cooed as he kneeled down on the floor where they had a blanket out for him, Lucas, and Tommy. They had decided to buy Lucas some cool toy firetrucks since Lucas had told everyone at the hospital that he was best friends with firefighter Tommy and Buck.

(Tommy would forever remember the moment when Lucas tried to stand up on the hospital bed, excitedly pointing to himself and then at Evan, signing something so quickly that the interpreter had to ask Lucas to sign again for her.

"What did he say?" Buck smiled, letting out a chuckle as Lucas went in for a hug.

"He said you look like him.")

"You know, Tasha said that they're going to begin looking for foster parents for him pretty soon." Tommy tried and failed to sound subtle, they had spoken about having kids in passing. It wasn't a number one priority for them, but it was something they did talk about.

Buck didn't even pretend to look shocked or surprised.

"Uh-Is that your way of talking about becoming foster parents for this cutie?" Buck smiled brightly, he looked at Lucas and signed "Hungry?"

Lucas signed "No." Happily going back to playing with firetruck. He pushed the truck into Tommy's knee, signing to the older man "Look!"

Tommy signed back "it's so cool."

(It surprised absolutely no one that Buck had immediately started to watch ASL videos the moment he learned about Lucas.)

"Are we really doing this?" Buck asked excitedly, he looked at Tommy hopefully. Tommy could see the excitement but fear in his boyfriend’s words.

"Yeah." Tommy nodded, "I think we really are." He smiled back, "We should talk to Tasha, see what we need to do."

Buck nodded, heaving a sigh as he remembered what Hen and Karen had gone through with both Nia and Mara. He wasn't sure if he could handle losing Lucas, but ever he had met Lucas he felt like had finally found the last missing puzzle piece of his heart.

"You ready for this?" Buck asked his boyfriend, he had noticed how attached Tommy was to the kid the moment Tommy had brought him to Buck after returning from his strike team deployment.

Tommy paused to look at Lucas, running his finger gingerly through the boy's dark curls. Lucas looked up and smiled lovingly at Tommy who reciprocated.

"I'm terrified to be honest with you, but I'm ready." Tommy admitted, "it's exciting and terrifying to hope we can become a permanent family."

Buck nodded in agreement. "So we're gonna keep our expectations low then, baby steps through out all this then. Right?"

"Right."

Buck squeezed Tommy's hand in reassurance. "So let's talk to Tasha then.

(Tasha had been ready for them, without a word she pulled a heavy manilla folder from her backpack, "I was wondering when you two would finally ask me about taking Lucas in." She told them excitedly.)

#bucktommy #tevan #evan buck buckely #tommy kinard #buck x tommy #adoption #asl #deaf fictional character

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nectardaddy · 2 months

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what's your favorite scary movie? | matsukawa issei

cw/notes: lots of sexual humor, language, they're watching scream idc (quotes in bold are taken directly from the og Scream), scream isn't that scary but let's just pretend it is, I was wheezing while writing this, thank you @mollyrolls (GO READ STOP THE CLOCK MOLLY IS COOKING), and "gothic frat boy mattsun" for the brainrot for this man, probably wildly ooc (borderline crack)

pairing: post timeskip!mattsun x fem!reader , written in second person (you, yours), previously established fwb/situationship

word count: 1.2k

It wasn't often you found yourself hunkered down in a mass of blankets on the couch, usually preferring to do so in the comfort of your own room. Cocooning yourself with your legs pulled up to your chest. It also wasn't common for you to watch a horror film - alone. A shot of adrenaline flowing through your veins at the thriller in front of you. Further setting the mood with lights shut off and a single candle lit on the coffee table. The television reflected off your face, deep reds, blues, and greens etching into features that were on edge.

So deeply engrossed in the movie your brain shut out everything else, eyes transfixed on the screen as you pulled the blanket a bit closer to yourself. But the sharp twang of your phone ringing made you jerk, letting out a small yelp at the sound as it tore you away from the suspense the movie gave. "Fuck-"

Letting out a small breath, you dropped your shoulders in relief as your eyes slid to your phone. Screen lit up with the name "Issei <3" across it, you picked it up and took another small breath before accepting the call. Leaving the movie to still play in the background, you put the phone up to your ear.

"I'm in your walls." His voice shone through with a laugh before you even managed to say hello.

"Whatever happened to hello? How are you?" Questioning as your eyes flickered back the television screen, multitasking as you spoke to him. Exchanging pleasantries, talking about your day, and listening to him ramble on about work. Not realizing the sound of the movie was up high enough for him to hear, you heard him let out a cackle at the movie.

" Listen here you little bitch, you hang up on me again and I'll gut you like a fish, understand? "

"Damn- I wish you would gut me like a fish."

You rolled your eyes at his comment, a small smile pulling at your lips nonetheless. "Shut up, Issei." But you couldn't help but chuckle regardless, biting back a smirk even though you knew he couldn't see it. "That doesn't even make sense."

“I miss you.” An off kilter comment from him that made you pause, tearing your eyes away from the screen and looking down. A situationship at its finest, you and Matsukawa; talking and spending time with one another so much that others thought you were together - not putting a label on it from a fear of commitment. So his words made your heart jump to your throat, a sinking feeling settling in that was worse than the movie that played in the background.

“I miss you too.”

“ What do you want? - To see what your insides look like. ”

You heard him stifle a laugh, “same.” Whatever ‘moment’ you had, if you really wanted to call it that, was completely dashed. Rolling your eyes at his crudeness that you had become all too accustomed to. It wasn't unusual for the man to make such remarks, to the point where you believed it was simply in his dna. It was in his nature to be a loveable, sarcastic moron.

“Don’t make me regret saying I miss you, dumbass.” Though you couldn’t help but laugh at the comment as well, but before he could respond he heard an audible crash sound from your television, followed by you taking in a sharp inhale of air. Mumbling a small ‘shit’ under your breath that you hoped he didn't hear - he most certainly did.

“You're scared aren't you?” Asking through a shit eating grin, one you could hear through the phone. You closed your eyes and groaned. “You want me to come over?”

“Watching this was not an in for you to come over.”

“It is now,” he chuckled. “So can I?”

A scream echoed off the walls and rang through the living room. You flinched at the sudden sound and gripped the blanket you had wrapped around yourself in temporary fear. The volume turned up all too loud, you didn’t hear the knock at the door of your apartment. But you most definitely heard the door swing open; whipping your head around and breath catching in your throat at the sound. Letting out a scream before covering your mouth in embarrassment once your eyes locked with familiar brown ones.

"What's your favorite scary movie?” A grin pulling at his lips, a mischievous one filled with debauchery, before he howled in laughter; closing your door behind him.

“I should have never let you come over, dickhead.” You felt your heart rate drop, being that it skyrocketed just seconds before, and you let out a sigh.

“Aw, don’t say that. You love it when I come over.” His sly grin never left his lips as he sat next to you, plopping himself down on the couch and slinging his arm around you. You tried to fight the smile that desperately wanted to show itself, ultimately losing as you looked over to him and rolled your eyes.

“Unfortunately, I do.” You heard him sigh exasperatedly, moving his other hand to his heart. “You’re the pain in my ass I don’t think I have the heart to get rid of.”

“Damn, you really know how to hurt a man’s feelings.”

“Shut up and watch the movie.”

The next hour was spent with your eyes glued to the screen, flinching and gasping every so often at cheap jump scares from the older slasher film. Matsukawa simply couldn’t help himself in reveling in this, holding you closer to him and giving your arm a squeeze after every jump, after every sharp inhale - to him, it really couldn’t get better than this. Joining you amidst your barrage of blankets sometime within him sitting down; his arm still over you and your head rested on his shoulder. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker down to you. Catching your own eyes, to which you quickly averted back to the screen, only for him to smile.

“ There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend. ”

“I would never kill you, by the way.”

His comment made you pause a moment, taken aback by the implications. Never knowing if he was truly serious, always toeing the line of frivolity with every word spoken, you simply brushed it off with a chuckle. “Oh wow, thanks, Issei, I was getting worried for a second.” Matching the energy he gave to you with a smile; to which he turned to you, looking over your features before humming. “Does that make me your girlfriend?” The question slipped from your lips before the thought registered in your mind. Internally kicking yourself for asking something so stupid, and outwardly looking down in mortification.

Another pause. One that lasted a bit too long, your heart sinking into your stomach from dread, thinking you said the wrong thing. Looking down at the fuzzy blanket you had draped around you and grasping it into a fist as unease consumed you.

“Only if you promise not to become one of those girlfriends that leaves their boyfriend to die in horror movies.”

You looked up at him once more, confusion written on your face that swiftly turned as you chuckled. A silly smile on his lips that was nothing but caring, a juxtaposition to his normal smirk. “Yeah, I guess I can do that.”

Honorable mentions that I couldn't fit in:

“ Number one: you can never have sex. ”

“Well I guess we're fucked.”

“ Number two: you can never drink or do drugs. ”

“Double fucked.”

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#haiykuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq #matsukawa issei #issei matsukawa #mattsun #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #issei matsukakwa x reader #issei x reader #hq mattsun #hq matsukawa

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imjustasugablob · 1 month

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stay in character

tw: alien movie slander, leon fluff, no zombies (??) au

"Will you stop running into me? You're acting like you're drunk."

"Maybe they put a lil something-something in my popcorn, who knows?", you giggled.

You and Leon had just seen the most brainrot alien invasion movie to have ever been created in the history of mankind. The entry of the scantily clad extraterrestrial female was the highlight of the film, but then again, you hadn't seen much of it. Because Leon was sitting next to you. Maybe that's why you were all giddy.

The road was empty and the night was cold. You wrapped your arm around Leons. "I'm not actually drunk, you know."

"You kidding me? You couldn't walk a straight line right now even if you wanted to."

"Oh really, Officer?", you teased. Leon rolled his eyes at that one, but you could see right through how that nickname affected him.

Taking on the challenge, you stepped away from the sidewalk and climbed onto the curb. It was slightly difficult to do in heels, but not impossible. "See? I'm perfectly fine. Maybe it's you who isn't walking straight."

"Oh really? Then why are you holding on to my shoulder? Let go and then we'll know for sure." Well, he wasn't cutting you any slack. So you slowly let go of your hold on his leather jacket, bring your arms out to a T, just in case you fell.

You managed a full 2 steps before stumbling. Luckily, Leon had his arm right behind your waist, without you noticing. He grabbed you before you hobbled off onto to sidewalk and almost collided with his chest. He smelled like cinnamon. What?

"Not so sober, are we now?", Leon commented after a moments pause. You weren't moving. You didn't wanna move. Who would?

You could hear it in his voice, which had dropped in pitch. You could hear his heart steadily thumping beneath his woolean sweater. It felt too real, even though it wasn't.

"Hey." Leon's hand slipped down from your arm to your waist. He didn't say anything except for that word, but he didn't need to. 3 years working for the DSO, you'd seen some shit together, and had to trust him with your life more than once. You knew what he meant by every single sound he made.

His chin came to rest above your head, in a warm embrace. You inched ever so close to his body, hand slipping further inside his coat, seeking his warmth.

It felt like that moment was infinitely long and momentary at the same time, because just then, you flinched. Your hand had encountered cold metal. The hard handle of his gun, tucked inside the back of his pants, where no one in this small quaint town would see it and grow suspicious.

It seemed as if your fantasy had been cut short, and all the facts came flooding back. You were here for a mission, under the cover of being a newly wed couple who just moved here from the big city. You had started the act from your apartment, where your landlady had been visiting. You'd kept the ruse up, right up till now, when you were both alone. You didn't need to anymore. A small voice in the back of your head had said it, too. But you ignored it. And so did Leon.

The gun felt heavier in his holster now. As if it had grown a new chamber, filled with bullets that knew their final place would be inside the bearers heart.

"I see movement at 8 o'clock, suspect left his car running and exited in a hurry", you said in hushed voices as you gently pulled away from him.

The cold wing stinging your face made you numb to the pain, but it physically hurt you to pretend like everything was normal. Like you hadn't had to kill people in cold blood, and even innocents, just on the order of the government. Like you and Leon had an actual shot at living out the rest of your days in peace, just like this.

Leon thought he had come to peace with the reality of his situation. But watching you two come so close just for it to be ripped from his hands was proving to be too much for him.

pt2?? Lmk and pls give feedback babes ❤️❤️❤️

#leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #resident evil 4 #re4 #re6 #resident evil 6 #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy imagine

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peachesandcreames · 11 months

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What Are We? Part 3

A/N: Any and All Military Mistakes Are My Own. I'd love to thank @mrsevans90 for helping me get the ball rolling on this installment. It would not be possible without their input and feedback!

Trigger Warnings: A Vague Disclaimer is Nobody's Friend. You and you alone are responsible for your reading material. Jake Seresin is a complete menace. I tried to tag as many as possible but it wouldn't let me tag everyone and for that I apologize. Angst in the form of parental death/drunk driving. Illusion to Goose's untimely passing. Airplane accidents. A little bit of smut because this is Jake we're talking about. I think that covers it. If I missed anything please feel free to let me know! Hearts, likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤ Happy Reading 📚

The next morning came bright and early with Jake's alarm clock waking him. He groaned and rolled over to stop the offending noise. He slammed his hand down until he made contact and all noise ceased. Lying on his back he roughly ran his hand over his face trying to wake up, he looked out his window and the sun was barely peaking over the horizon. Today was going to be a very long day of running drills and flight plans.

Jake wished that it was you waking him up with your warm, soft lips and hands instead of his shrill alarm clock. He grabbed his phone that was sitting on his bedside table and saw that he had a missed text from you. Just seeing your name first thing in the morning brought a smile to his face. Y/N: Good Morning, Handsome. You're probably still sleeping. Call me or text me when you see this. If I don't hear from you I hope that you have a wonderful day!! xoxo Y/N

Jake tossed his phone onto his slept in bed and made his way to the head to drain the snake. His dog tags rattling around his neck and his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He quickly took care of business and washed his hands. He was desperate to hear your voice hoping that it would make his day go by quicker. Checking the time he saw that it was only a little bit past 6 in the morning.

He wasn't sure why you were awake so early but you hadn't texted him that long ago, he dialed your number and listened to it ringing on the other end. You picked up on the 3rd ring and answered, "Hello?" "Good morning sunshine. What are you doing awake this early?" You could hear the humor in his voice, Jake knew that you weren't a morning person at all. "Oh, ya know just thought that I would be up before the sun. You do this every day? On purpose?"

Jake let out a chuckle "hazard of the job, Sweetheart. So what are you doing up this early?" You groaned that Nat had talked you into joining her on her daily juice and jog as she called it. Phoenix always starts her day with a juice cleanse and a jog and she roped you into it. You were changing into a pair of leggings and matching Tshirt plus some sensible shoes. You pulled your hair into a messy bun and resumed your conversation.

"Oh you know, trying to fit in some sister quality time before she goes to work." You took a good long hard look in the mirror and decided that you looked fine for an early morning run. You were pretty sure that muggers wouldn't care what you looked like. "Can I ask you for a favor?" "Anytime. What you got for me?" You felt awkward asking and you figured that Jake could sense that.

"You don't have to be shy around me, remember I know what you sound like when you cum. " You could pretend to be scandalized but he was in the right. "Could I drop you my location? I'd just feel better knowing that you know where I am incase anything happens. Logically, I know that nothing will but I've definitely seen one to many true crime shows and horror movies that start with this exact scenario: Hot young women go jogging and boom they either find a dead body or end up as said dead body. "You were aware that you were rambling but couldn't stop yourself.

Jake thought it was adorable but he didn't want to diminish your anxiety and he thought it was cute that you were still shy around him after everything. "Of course you can. Do you know where Phoenix is taking you?" You pulled your phone away from your ear and googled the directions. "Mission Beach Park," you let Jake know as you scrolled through the pictures. It looked really pretty and not secluded but it was still dark outside and you'd rather be safe than sorry.

You dropped your location to Jake's cell phone and he heard the ding a few seconds later. You felt a little bit of relief that someone else knew where you would be. Now that you got that out of the way, it was time to move on to why you really texted him so early in the morning. You weren't sure how to broach the subject so you just dove right in. "So, next week Nat and I are hosting a little get together at the house. It was actually Amelia's idea and Penny's too. Everyone's invited. "

You kind of let the silence fill the void, the implication being that you were looking forward to seeing him again in a more personal setting. Jake decided to put you out of your misery, "wild horses couldn't keep me away from seeing you again. " You released the breath that you weren't aware that you were holding. "Good." Jake could practically feel your smile through the phone.

Phoenix yelled up the stairs that she was going to get ready and your freshly squeezed juice was sitting on the kitchen counter. You gave him all of the information for next week's gathering and you were hesitant to end the call. "I gotta run, literally. " You let out a snort and Jake thought you were adorable and had no problems letting you know that. "You're so goddamn adorable it hurts me. "

"Oh no, we wouldn't want you to be in any pain. You might have to come over and let me kiss it and make it better. " A sly smile on your face had Jake groaning into the phone. "Don't be a tease Y/N, you know that I'll drop everything and be there so fast your head will spin. " You gave yourself a final glance in the mirror and went downstairs to the kitchen.

You saw your juice where she said that it would be and you could hear the shower running as you took a sip of the green juice. It was surprisingly good and you finished about half. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Seresin." That brought a smile to his face as he was changing into a pair of athletic shorts and tshirt, you could hear his dog tags rattling as he slid them under his shirt. "What's on the agenda for today?"

Jake tried to keep his tone light when he told you that he was joining Coyote on his run followed by breakfast in the main dining hall followed by a few flight test runs and then being debriefed. "Just a typical day, sunshine. I should be done around 6. I'd love to take you out for dinner and drinks, pick you up and take you out on a proper date. You put on your best dress and get all dolled up for me. How's that sound?"

"I know what you're trying to do here, you're trying to distract me from you training for life and death missions, Lieutenant. " That got a laugh out of Jake. "Tell me that it's working?" You begrudgingly acknowledged that yes the idea of being wined and dined by him was definitely working on you. "Good. " You heard a banging on his door and you caught bits and pieces of his conversation with Javy. "Tell Javy that I say hi and you guys have a safe flight training."

Jake could hear the worry in your voice and he hated it. "I'll see you at 7 sharp, Princess." You tried to take the fear out of your voice so that he wouldn't worry about you being worried about him. "I'm counting down the seconds" you whispered into the phone as Nat made her way further into the kitchen to put on her running shoes. You both quietly hung up and you turned to face her.

"You ready?" You nodded and grabbed your light athletic jacket and you made sure that you had your gps on and your pepper spray. You and Nat stepped out onto your front porch and she locked the door behind you. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Phoenix asked you as she did some pre run stretches and you followed suit. You looked at her warily and let her know that Jake was picking you up at 7 tonight for a date. "Oohhh, the plot thickens, " she smirked at you.

"That's not until later tonight. I think that I'll look for a job or maybe I'll go back to school. I'm not sure yet what I want to do." Phoenix nodded and linked your arms together as you started to walk together towards the beach. "I'm really happy that you're planning a future here, I honestly wasn't sure if asking you to move here and uproot your entire existence was the right thing to do but I'm willing to help you figure everything out. "

"I appreciate you offering and for everything else that you have done for me. I should plan at least one trip back home to get the rest of my stuff out of storage and finalize the sale of the house." Phoenix lightly punched you on your shoulder and you looked over at her. "You know that you don't have to do everything on your own, right? I mean I'm all for being a strong independent woman but sometimes the adult thing to do is ask for help. Let me help you."

Your sister's words brought tears to your eyes and you were too choked up to speak so you just nodded yes and hugged her. "I love you, Y/N. You're my family and the squad already considers you one of us. There's no escaping it now." That made you laugh through your tears "only a crazy lady wouldn't want to be surrounded by hot U.S. Navy men and live near the ocean. "

That elicited a groan and an eyeroll from your sister who playfully kicked you in the butt. "I should have known that would have been the deal breaker for you. " You put your hands on your hips and started jogging down the path. "Catch me if you can," you called over your shoulder and kept up a steady pace. You two jogged in comfortable silence for a few miles and made it home just as the sun was rising.

Phoenix made sure that you got home safely and got her stuff ready for work and soon the house was quiet again. You made yourself a light breakfast of egg whites and avocado toast and took a quick shower. You threw your dirty clothes into the washer and changed into a pair of shorts and tank top. You found your laptop and fired it up, you were quickly burning through what little savings you had and you desperately needed a source of income. You refused to sponge off of your sister as you browsed the help wanted section.

In your previous life back home you were going to school for nursing and working part time when your world was turned upside down. You didn't want to go back to school so work it was, you emailed a few different places with your resume and hoped that someone would reach out to you soon. You cleaned up the kitchen and switched your laundry and decided that you would need something pretty to wear on your night out with Jake. You looked at the clock and saw that it was only a little bit past noon and you figured that it was as good as a time as any to text him and ask him where he was taking you so you could decide on an outfit. Standing in the middle of your room you shot him a quick text.

JAKE'S POV:

Jake was standing in line for lunch when his phone vibrated in his shorts pocket. His morning and afternoon consisted of a 5 mile run with Rooster, Bob, Payback, Coyote and Fanboy. A few laps around the track to cool down and then they hit the showers just in time for lunch in the mess hall. His blonde hair was still damp from the shower and he was starved. After lunch they'd be practicing evasive flight maneuvers.

He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and saw that it was you asking for hints about how fancy should you dress up. He planned on taking you to the best steakhouse restaurant in San Diego. He fired off a quick text letting you know that he thought you would look stunning in a burlap sack. Two seconds later he got your response : not at all helpful, Seresin. Coyote was standing behind him and trying to look over Jake's shoulder to see who he was texting.

You had it narrowed down to a few different options and decided to send Jake some pictures and let him decide on which outfit was your best look. Unaware that Javy was still looking over Jake's shoulder he opened the picture messages and Coyote let out a wolf whistle. "Yo, who's the hottie sending you sexy pictures?!" Jake quickly put his phone back into his pocket but it was too late, the damage was done. All of the guys swarmed Jake trying to figure out who you were. Rooster and Phoenix walked in and saw the guys huddled around Jake.

"What's going on?" Phoenix asked and they all turned to look at her. Javy was the first to spill the beans, "Hangman has a hottie sending him sexy pictures and he won't share." If looks could kill there would be five mortally wounded men in the mess hall. Rooster glanced over at Phoenix and elbowed her in the side, "ain't that your sister, Y/N?" Phoenix slowly nodded her head and as she was walking towards them they at least had the common decency to scatter. "Before you attempt to rip me a new asshole she's not sending me nudes, she's asking for my opinion on outfits for our date tonight. "

That seemed to appease Phoenix as Jake showed her the pictures that you just sent him. "Tell her to go with the LBD and the black stilettos. " Jake quickly replied that he wanted to see you in that little black dress and sexy heels. With that decided the squad sat down and dug into their food. "What's on the agenda for after lunch?" Coyote asked Rooster. "We're going up in groups of four and practicing different counter strikes, basically the last two pilots flying are the winners. "

Hangman and Coyote fist bumped each other "Y'all might as well forfeit because you're looking at the winners right now. " That got a collective groan from the dagger squad as they made their way to their respective quarters to change into their flight suits. As they strode out onto the tarmac and waited for Maverick and the rest of the instructors to arrive Jake sent you one more text that he couldn't wait to see you tonight. Your reply was pretty much instantaneous: the feeling is completely mutual. See you soon 😉. The first four pilots got into their fighter jets and taxied down the runway.

Jake, Coyote, Phoenix and Bob were next. Everything was going according to plan, Hangman was in his element in the sky until he made a move to counteract Phoenix's attack and the sun was in his eyes and he didn't see the incoming flock of birds getting sucked into his plane's engine and everything started going haywire and he couldn't get it back under control. The next thing he knew was going into a spin and all of the fighter jets alarms started going off. "Pull up!" Coyote shouted at Jake as he struggled to bring it back under control. "I can't! All systems are in failure!! Eject!! Eject!! Eject!!"

Y/N POV

It was getting closer to 7 pm and Jake should be here any second now. You curled your hair and pulled it into a loose pony tail, you sprayed enough hair spray to put another hole in the ozone layer and once you were satisfied that not even a hurricane could move your hair you moved to put the finishing touches on your makeup. You went with a classic cat eye and fire engine red lipstick, you were spraying some perfume and getting your black clutch that matched your outfit and you heard the doorbell. You smiled as you grabbed a black leather jacket and made your way downstairs and opened the door expecting to see Jake but it was Maverick and Hondo instead. Your smile faltered and you felt your stomach sink.

"Hey Pete, Hondo. Is everything okay? Is Jake running late and he sent you to keep me preoccupied until he gets here?" Pete couldn't look at you and Hondo had his head down. Pete shook his head and cleared his throat, "I'm really sorry Y/N, earlier today we were flying flight maneuvers and patterns and there was an incident involving Hangman and Coyote. They lost contact with the control tower and ejected somewhere over the desert. Their GPS gave their last known location but it's not exact coordinates. Search and Rescue are out looking right now. "

You couldn't hear Pete but his lips were moving and Hondo looked to be on the verge of crying. You couldn't breathe, your chest felt tight and it hurt to inhale. Pete made a move to step inside your house and it all went silent. You must have dropped the stuff that you were holding but you didn't realize it. You tried to shove past them but they gently stopped you.

"No, I...we...he....had plans...." you weren't sure when you started crying but you were on the verge of hysterics and everything was happening at lightning speed while you felt like you were sinking in quicksand. Their words running through your head: Jake...Coyote....accident...desert....search and rescue. You couldn't focus, you couldn't breathe. You just knew that you couldn't sit here and wait for word if they were alive or dead. You must have made it to your room to change into jeans and a sweater.

It gets cold at night in the desert and you couldn't help but think are they hurt? Are they cold? Are they injured? Are they... no. Not possible. You wouldn't allow yourself to entertain the thought. You were frantically looking for a flashlight that you had somewhere and you found it under a pile of clothes, you saw Jake's brown bomber jacket and you grabbed that too. You ran down the stairs and grabbed your car keys sitting in the dish by the door.

Pete was chasing after you but you were quicker than him and Hondo. You got in your car and drove as fast as you could towards the base. "Shit, Hondo we have to get there before Y/N. She doesn't have the credentials to get on base and she's not thinking clearly. Text Phoenix and let her know that Y/N is headed that way. "

Hondo nodded and let Phoenix know that you knew what happened and were driving like a bat out of hell. The ride to the base was quiet and somber, Phoenix let them know that she was waiting for you at the gate. "Do you think that they're ok?" Pete took his eyes off the road for a split second and shook his head. "I honestly don't know, I really hope that they are. Y/N and Phoenix lost their parents not too long ago in a drunk driving accident. I don't think that Y/N would be able to recover losing someone who she cares about so soon after...."

You somehow made it to the base in record time without being pulled over for speeding. You barely put the car in park and jumped out leaving the keys in the ignition and the drivers side wide open. Pete and Hondo pulled in after you, "Y/N! Wait!" Their pleas fell on deaf ears and you barely recognized your sister standing at the entrance. "Natasha!! You were flying with him and Javy!! What happened?!" Pete parked your car in the visitors area and pocketed your keys and followed you onto the base and into a waiting vehicle designated to take you to the search and rescue site. "I'll fill you in on the way but you have to promise me that you'll stay out of the way and let the professionals do their job, promise me?"

You couldn't speak so you weakly nodded yes. Nat filled you in without going into to much detail. You felt stupid and weak for crying in front of your sister and her superiors but you didn't care. You couldn't lose Jake so soon after losing your parents. You made it to command central, military personnel and ATVs were scouring the desert.

Nat led you to the makeshift shelter that they had set up. It was at best controlled chaos and pandemonium. Radio chatter and flood lights overwhelmed your senses. You were numb and just standing under the white canvas tent staring into the inky darkness. You felt more than saw someone slip a wool blanket over your shoulders and hand you a cup of coffee.

You glanced over and saw that it was Rooster. He gave you a sad smile, you took the coffee into your ice cold hands and quietly thanked him. You took a sip and grimaced at the black bitterness but it was just what you needed. It was beginning to thaw out your hands and you were grateful. "We don't have to talk but just so you know I'm here for you. "

You were too overwhelmed with emotions to thank him but you hoped that he could tell you appreciated him and his efforts. Rooster led you over to a chair and you all about collapsed. Rooster sat next to you and ran his hand over your back in comfort. You had a million different questions and you wanted to ask but you thought it would be inconsiderate. You had a death grip on your coffee cup and your leg was bouncing wildly.

Rooster's big hand was on your leg trying to cease your jumpy movements. You put your hand over his and held on so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. There was a lull in the commotion and you could hear excited chatter throughout the crowd of military personnel. ".....found the wreckage ..... ejected....no sign of......bringing in trackers...."

Your head snapped up at the mention of trackers being brought in to help with the search. You looked at Rooster with hope in your tear stained eyes and he didn't have the heart to tell you that it wasn't always a good sign. He didn't have it in him to add to your heartbreak. "What does that mean? That's good, right? They walked away from the crash? They're still alive?!" Rooster silently pleaded with Maverick and he came and sat on your other side. "It's too early to tell but we should know something soon."

Dejected and overwhelmed with worry you felt a fresh set of tears forming behind your eyes. You were starting to succumb to exhaustion and fatigue. Your eyes drooping shut, you just decided to close your eyes and rest your head on Rooster's shoulder. Soon enough you let the comfort of darkness consume you completely with one last thought of Jake and Javy. Please let him come back to me.

~fin~

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shymeow · 1 year

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\ (^°^) / could I request cg! Hobie? maybe with reader who doesn't get super little?

i couldn't find many rules on requesting so I hope this is okay 🥰

This is absolutely okay honey ! Thank you for the request my love ! I hope I got what you meant 🥹

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 . . .

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hobie 'Spider-Punk' Brown x fem ! lil ! reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (?): None. If I missed any, pls warn me !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A not too little reader who loves to play with Hobie !

The city was quiet for the first time in God knows how long, all you could hear was the rain drops falling in the window and you and Hobie decided to spend a day playing together and doing some other activities! What could be better than a rainy day relaxing with daddy?! Exactly, nothing !

"Wow honey look at that! You're so smart I envy you!" Hobie said as he looked to the puzzle of 30 pieces that both of you were doing. You gave him a biiiiig smile and that made him so happy because he loves to give you the attention you wanted and he loved to pass the time with you relaxing. "Could you teach me how to be so smart like you?"

You giggled at his words, putting another piece in the puzzle. "No daddy my smartness is just mine!" You laughed as he pretended to be offended by your words, putting his hand in his chest. "Oh my! I think I'm gonna have a heart attack... My sweetheart doesn't love me anymore! Huh! Did you hear that? Is that a sound of giggles I hear?" He looked at you like he was spooked, making you stop laughing and look at him confused. "That's your giggle I hear! Do you know why? Because I'm the tickle monster! Rawr!"

He attacked you with tickles, making you squirm and laugh in the floor of the living room trying to escape from his tickles. "Hihihi daddy please!" You tried to grab his hands, but he was bigger than you and stronger than you, so it didn't affect him. "I just stop if you promise you'll teach me how to be smart!"

And of course, you agreed. But who said you really teach him? You two just hugged the rest of the day watching cartoons and enjoying each other company for a good time <3

#age regression #age regressor #agere blog #sfw agere #x little!reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #astv hobie #agere caregiver #sfw caregiver #sfw little community #sfw interaction only #sfw littlespace #little space #meowrites

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asocialangel · 3 months

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What Could Be

↬fake dating Shidou

After you made up inexistant rumors that the whole world thinks Shidou is gay, he might want to ask for your help to prove 'em he isn't.

chapter 1 – chapter 2 – chapter 3 – [...]

Shidou x fem!manager!reader. Fake dating. 700w. Okay this is so baddd ahh but more action with Shidou !! yaaa

Chapter 3, Going Public

[no warnings]

[“So, princess, what are the rules for our fake relationship ?”]

This was so casual yet it already gave you butterflies. But you wanted to pretend so bad it didn't. “Well first rule, no nicknames !” “No nicknames ? While dating ? Seriously ? This won’t even be believable, at least one of us has to use nicknames." You sighted. He was right, but princess… It just felt a lil too special to you, the kind of nickname you’d want to be used genuinely, not in some fake ass act. “What pet names do you think we'd use if we were actually dating ?” He asked again without even letting you time to answer. “I don't know, ‘baby’ ? He snickered: “That’s too corny. And it sounds weird in your mouth… Doesn’t anything come more naturally ?”. The way he was so chill, like it was just yet another relationship he was gonna get into irritated you more than it hurt you. “Princess sounds right for you, ‘cause look, you're already commanding me like we’re an old couple. You furrowed your eyebrows: “look, honey, we both know you need this more than I do, so lay low and stop GETTING ON MY NERVES” You whined that end part, getting really frustrated at just trying to imagine how this could possibly come out great. You closed your eyes really tightly. “That sounds about right.” “Honey? That's what we're going with?” You opened your eyes back up only to see Shidou making fun of you. You laughed, it wasn't that serious.

You guys finished talking and quickly parted ways, he had a curfew and you still had quite a few things to get done before the end of the day. You had set something straight: tomorrow, you would ‘go public’ by holding hands and ‘accidentally’ getting caught kissing. You secretly wanted to ask him how it worked, but that meant revealing that you had not kissed anyone before and you couldn't handle more humiliation. That night you really struggled to fall asleep, heart pounding, anxious about the upcoming day and all the milestones you were about to break. So the next morning you tried to pretend everything was normal and that you were so detached.

“I’m not buying it”. That’s literally the first thing Shidou answered to your “hi babe~” you tried to say confidently, so people would hear and also so Shidou would think you’re not shaking at his sight. “It’s okay to be flustered, I tend to have that effect on women”. “More like men. But anyway. Where should we be seen ?” It was so funny to meticulously plan something supposedly candid. “I was thinking the field, you could drop me off and give me a towel, kissing me goodbye.” “That’s way too obvious. We’re supposed to get caught in our secret relationship.” “Ah yeah, you’re right, well I don't know then.” “Then find some ideas ! I don't wanna be the one doing everything !” “Yeah I know you got beauty, not brains.” “Excuse me ?! –the sound level and tension kept growing– Was it deserved ? No ! Was it true ? N–” “–Vivi someone's coming ! Hold my hand, this is our chance !” “No ! I hate you ! You’re so annoy–” You couldn't even finish that Shidou grabbed your hand, pulling closer and kissed your mouth, leaving you breathless.

Your first kiss, just like that. You couldn't even see who it was that caught you. You were so stunned. An overwhelming amount of sensations triggered an overwhelming amount of emotions. But, they were… so positive. Calm but at the same time excitement, lust maybe, curiosity and lots of bashfulness. When he pulled out of the kiss, you already missed his warm tongue. You finally registered his hand lightly stroking your lower back as you looked away hoping he wouldn't see your vermillion cheeks. Now you knew: it was Isagi, Bachira and Barou who caught you two. Isagi looked extremely uneasy, making you wonder why is HE the one embarrassed here ?! On the other hand, Barou stayed impassive, his face was so neutral you couldn't decipher what he was thinking. He looked low-key disappointed though. But Bachira ? Ooh your ears hurt with how much he screamed and giggled. He made the serious promise to tell all Blue Lock. And you knew he was dead serious. This drama king…

The second they left you shouted, pink in embarrassment at Shidou: “I HAD SAID NO ! AND WE WE SAID KISS, I MEANT KISS ON THE CHEEK !!” “That was your first right ? I could tell”. He laughed softly looking at you dead in the eye, so attractive you started blushing all over again. It wasn’t mockery or disgust in his eyes, but you couldn't say what. Maybe endearment, wanting to help. “I hate you”. “But I was good, right ?” “I don't know, I'm not sure what it’s supposed to be like”, you rolled your eyes to pretend you didn't love every second of it.

“We’ll practice”.

A/N loolll this is so clumsily written i hate it, but i now have a clear idea of which events will happen in which chapters so i think i won't be abandonning this project for sure !!!

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wild-lavender-rose · 18 days

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Hi, I was just wondering if you're planning to do a part 2 for the Hawkeye story where the reader falls and gets hurt?

Hey! So, I was looking over that fic and realized that I promised a part two like, three years ago *face palms*. You are one of the many, many people who have asked me, anon and off, to write the second part of the story. So here we are! The long awaited part two of Falling. Enjoy <3

Falling (part 2)

Warning: description of injury, mention of surgery, cannon typical swearing, brief intense kiss

Time passed by without your notice. You existed in a haze, in and out of sleep as people existed around you, caring for your injuries. The pain that had been absent at first hit you like a bomb. You had a vague memory of screaming before they put you under, begging for the pain to end.

Three nails or four? You couldn't remember. Once, in the blurred existence of your concussion, you heard someone say five nails. Five nails buried deep within your thigh, extricated one by one in a three hour surgery. Twenty five stiches, that you knew for sure. You had asked Margaret once when you were lucid, watching as she changed your bandage with the discreetness of an expert nurse.

"Hawkeye did a great job," she assured you, with a kindness you didn't expect but gratefully accepted. "You'll barely have a scar."

Hawkeye had been there almost constantly. You didn't have to be awake to feel his presence. His presence felt like warm sunshine on a spring morning. You always felt safer, stronger, when he was around. If you had been in your right mind, you would have been embarrassed and ashamed because of his attention. But in your weakened state, you yielded to the attention.

At night, when you struggled to sleep from the pounding in your head, his fingers would card through your hair until you drifted off. He always whispered to you, careful to keep the noise around you lowered as you suffered through your concussion. He told you stories of his dad and things he would do as a boy. Some things were funny, some were sad. When you were awake you would thank him without meeting his eyes. And when you were resting, he would hold your hand. Once, you cautiously squeezed his finger, heart jumping when he squeezed them back.

You recovered over time, until you were well enough to sit in bed and eat the small meals that the nurses brought to you. Radar even brought you a piece of chocolate, and Klinger drove to a meadow three miles outside of camp just to pick you a bunch of wild flowers to put by your bed. Your vision was still blurry, so sometimes B.J. would read to you. Potter ensured that a screen was put up around your bed so that you could have privacy from the wounded soldiers. It felt nice to be cared for. But the best thing was being able to pretend, just for a while, that Hawkeye cared for you the most.

You were testing out your eyesight by trying to read one of Radar's bold printed comics when the sound of an argument burst into the post-op wing. It was Hawkeye and Frank.

"It's not my fault she couldn't keep her balance, Klinger's the one who,"

"Klinger didn't do one damn thing to make her fall, Frank. You were the one who told them to go up there."

"So?!" Frank's voice squeaked. "What should I have done, hang the banner myself?" He scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous."

Footsteps sounded, heading towards your screened in bed. You dropped the comic book.

"Go near her and I'll hang you by your toes, Frank. She's my patient and I gave orders for no visitors."

That wasn't exactly true. When Hawkeye said no visitors he really meant no Frank.

"You can't scare me." Frank sneered. "You're just using her little fall as an excuse to have her all to myself. You can't fool me, taking all the night post-op shifts so you can be with her."

Your heart stopped and stomach twisted. Your fingers fisted the blanket, straining to hear more.

"Shut up, Frank." Hawkeye's tone was even and deadly.

Frank scoffed again. "With the way she looks at you, she probably fell just to get your attention."

"Leave. Now."

Frank was silent. Maybe he had finally noticed the dangerous edge in Hawkeye's voice. You couldn't breathe. The silence filled the room, their words thickening the air.

Finally, without saying a word, the footsteps turned and walked away, followed by an angry banging against the swinging doors as Frank left post-op.

The silence stayed thick and overwhelming. You looked down, feeling self-conscious in the big shirt you were wearing. Some of the buttons were undone. You fiddled with them, shaky fingers trying vainly to button the flap closed. Tears of embarrassment began to make hot trails down your face.

Hawkeye entered your little makeshift room. You could feel his gaze on you.

"I need to go." You whispered, voice cracking. "Back to my tent, away from here."

"You're not ready yet. Your stitches,"

"I'll take care of them myself." You dropped the buttons and tried to wipe your tears away. "Please let me go."

"I can't."

"Please."

The cot squeaked as Hawkeye sat down beside you. You dared to look up at him, surprised to find an expression on his face you didn't understand.

Moving slowly, Hawkeye reached out to cradle the side of your face. It was an action he had done many times when he thought you were sleeping. He leaned forward. Before you had time to think your lips touched and time stopped.

Hawkeye kissed you deeply, earnestly, with a love you had never wanted and desperately craved. Shock melted into relief. Your hands found his hair while his thumbs wiped the tears off your face, kissing him as if his taste was your air. He leaned against you, hands sliding down to your waist.

You gasped softly into his mouth as he eased you back onto the bed, breaking the kiss as your thigh gave a painful throb.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Hawkeye hovered over you, blue eyes full of concern.

You nodded, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. "Are you just trying to make me feel better?"

A soft smile softened his face. "I have many layers of intention."

"What does that mean?" You asked, expecting a joke.

"I love you."

You blinked, your fingers freezing against his shirt.

Hawkeye nodded, smile widening into a grin. "I do, sweetheart. I love you."

Slowly, you smiled back. "I love you too."

"Really?" Hawkeye looked as if he had just won the lottery, his grin making your heart beat hard and fast. "Well then," his grip tightened on your waist. "Next time you want to get my attention, maybe don't fall off a support beam. Deal?"

You blushed and nodded, smiling into another kiss.

And that was the day you and Hawkeye fell for each other.

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mystic-headcanons · 1 year

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tragically, there's not enough sapphic jaehee content. forgive me if this isn't quite in character for her-- i just wanted to write smth soft <3

you can't remember when your heart started fluttering around jaehee, or when just hearing her soft voice and even softer giggles was enough to have you blushing. and as time passed, it became harder to keep your feelings at bay. every time she entered a room, your eyes were drawn to her, and every time she popped into the chatroom, you immediately abandoned the conversation you were having just to talk to her.

you weren't the only one who noticed jaehee, though. plenty of men would ask her out; maybe they'd stop her on the street while the two of you were walking home, or maybe they'd slide their numbers to her once she'd made their coffees. and every time it happened, your heart would drop just a little more. these were attractive men, and you were terrified of the day she accepted one of their advances.

(one time, after a few too many glasses of wine, the two of you had opened up about romantic interests. she talked about the men she dated, about how they'd never actually satisfied her, about what she found attractive in a partner. when she had asked you about your romantic preferences, though, you lied. how could you tell her that men didn't interest you? that you found the glint of excitement in her eyes and the sound of her laughter much more interesting? about how you thought about soft skin and soft lips and soft voices much more than tough muscles and tougher emotions? you couldn't utter a word of that to her, and instead shoved the desire deep, deep down and locked it up.)

of course, nothing stays hidden forever. she found out about your hidden feelings on accident when she overheard a conversation between you and zen. mostly everyone- save for jumin and jaehee- knew about your feelings, and you'd taken to ranting to zen more than once. he was always willing to listen and offer advice if you wanted it, and this time was no different. you thought you were alone, but jaehee came home and heard you talking about her. "she's killing me, zen." you'd quietly admitted, letting out a quiet sigh. "i don't know how much longer i can pretend my feelings are platonic."

your quiet admission had jaehee weak at the knees. never before had someone spoken about her with such softness, with such love in their voice. you jumped when you saw her standing in the doorway and stuttered out a quick goodbye to zen as she made her way over to the sofa you had been sitting on. "you can pretend like you never heard that." you offered, voice barely above a whisper as you stared at your phone. fear was coursing through you and your mind was racing with all the ways she could react. would you lose her as a friend? would everything be awkward and stilted now?

you hadn't, however, counted on jaehee warmly smiling at you and moving to grasp your hand between hers. "i had hoped...of course, i didn't want to be selfish, but i had hoped you harbored feelings for me." jaehee spoke, her thumb lightly caressing the length of your palm. "i...i really like you." she admitted, glancing up through her lashes and chuckling at the way your head whipped up. "i just never thought i had a chance, so i...didn't want to say anything. didn't want to overstep any boundaries."

your free hand came up to lightly cup jaehee's cheek, an incredulous look on your face. "jaehee..." you breathed out, before leaning in and pressing your lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "i didn't...i would've told you if i thought i had a chance." you leaned your forehead against hers, smiling as she moved to kiss your forehead. "well. i'm all yours."

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #jaehee kang #jaehee kang x mc #jaehee kang x reader

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gobblinggojo · 2 years

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I just read your recent shinso x reader AND PLEASE WRITE MORE PLEASE

I can’t even think of a prompt i just need anything to do with shinso

Shinso is my little princess and I lub him <3 me and him? for-lyfers.

Enjoy this little, short story!

♡Here With me: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader♡

♡Warnings: Y'all have a child because I love dilfs, reader is referred to with they/them pronouns, fluff.♡

♡Requests are open♡

Coming home to a quiet house was not what Shinso expected to come home to. Usually when he stood right outside the front door, he could hear the sounds of your guys' three-year-old son, c/n screaming out for "help," while you pretended to save him. But, as Shinso opened the door, no sound met his ears.

His eyebrow rose in confusion, dropping his bag that held his hero costume, he gazed around the dimly lit house. Damn, it was creepy in the front room without lighting. Letting out a quiet groan, Shinso turned, carefully shutting and locking the front door and pulling his shoes off before he ventured off deeper into his home to search for you and your guys' child.

"Y/n?" His deep voice rung out, echoing around the walls. Shinso would be lying if he said his heart wasn't beginning to go into overtime; panicking when he didn't get a response back from you.

"C/n?" Once more, no response. Something had to have happened while he was off at work. Panick struck his form as he continued to venture deeper into his house--only to completely dissolve once he saw your form lying in bed, c/n clung to your side as you both slept. A breath of relief came out of Shinso's mouth--one that he was not aware in the slightest he was holding in.

He moved quietly, footsteps barely making a sound as he went to the bathroom to get freshened up. He took note of the change of clothes you had left laid out for him that rested on top of the bathroom counter. Did you know he was coming home later than usual? You must have. God, he loved you.

Shinso took a quick shower, not even giving himself enough time to unwind and enjoy the feeling of the hot water ease the tension in his muscles before he jumped out, drying off and getting dressed in the black sweatpants and purple long-sleeved shirt that had been left out for him. With a sigh leaving his lips, the purple-haired male carefully began to crawl into bed with the two of you, trying to make an effort as to not awake c/n.

Keyword, trying. The second Shinso turned on his side to wrap an arm around c/n and you, the brats' eyes snapped right open. Indigo orbs stared up into matching indigo, Shinso watched carefully as c/n stared up--trying to process who exactly was in bed with him and you.

"Daddy?" A smile graced Shinso's face. It's been three years and still, he was not used to being called daddy. "I'm here bubs." A yawn slipped past Shinso's lips as he spoke to his son, easing his son back on his side, for the second c/n had noticed that it was in fact his father in bed with him, he snapped up.

"Lay back down buddy--there ya go..." Shinso quietly hushed the little boy, lulling him back into a deep sleep before he gazed over the tuff of purple hair on his son's head, checking to see if you hadn't awoken. Once he was absolutely sure you were still fast asleep, Shinso rested his head on his pillow, eye's shutting in an effort to fall asleep.

Sometimes Shinso couldn't believe it. The life he had built; he felt as if it were all a dream. Some kind of long-running fever-dream. He had you and c/n. The both of you were here with him, in reality.

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felice-jaganshi · 5 months

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Alastor's Leash

Chapter 3

Zariah was being princess carried by Alastor, pouting like an upset child with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Now, what did you say to set off Mimzy? I've never seen her get that angry without good reason. If not for our deal, I'd be more than half tempted to pretend I didn't notice and let you two fight it out.”

Zariah huffed out a fox whine. “She called you heartless! And I argued you had the biggest heart I've ever met, and made me feel loved everyday. I don't understand how or why she sees you as so ‘heartless’ specifically, but she got really pissed off, and then I used us cuddling in my bed as an example and she launched herself at me! Like, who reacts like that?!”

“Sinners, my dear. That's who.” He groaned, now understanding the situation she'd gotten into.

“The exact reason is, back when we were alive, she and I would party together. Early on in our friendship, she'd tried to make sexual advances, which I always turned down. And then, when she stated she'd fallen in love with me one day, and I still did not reciprocate, she called me heartless. Our relationship took a nosedive for a bit until she caught me hiding a body. It certainly improved after that, as she realized it wasn't ‘her’, I just had no interest in women in general. My work was just too important to me. So, your comment about us cuddling in bed , she might have misunderstood or more likely chose to misinterpret, as sex. So, now she feels insulted. And to be fair, she's not wrong about me being heartless, I am incapable of the type of love she always wanted from me.”

“Oh, well I didn't mean to hurt her… but you're not heartless, I can hear it beating right now.” She rest her head on his chest. “Bum bum, bum bum. Yep, it's still there. Just because you love differently, doesn't mean you don't love in your own way.” She smiled sweetly, and he returned the gesture, eyes half lidded.

“Such a wise pet I have.”

“Oh, idea! Charlie was able to visit heaven once with Lucifer's help right? Maybe we can get you a day pass to see our moms!”

Alastor groaned and set her on her feet, “I take back what I said about you being wise. That's the worst idea I've ever heard. Heaven is no place for a demon like me.”

“But why not? Especially if it's just for a day. She'd love it!” Zariah looked confused. She couldn't understand why heaven scared him so much.

“Zariah, we're dropping it there.” His tone was stern, “No more discussion of getting me to heaven, I'm quite happy here in hell, where I belong .” He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, “Now, we need to get ready for your broadcast. What are you going to read for our listeners today?”

“Hm… I'm thinking of hooking everyone in with one of my favorite book series. After book one, if they want the other books, they'll have to give me their souls to hear the rest! Does that sound like a plan that might work?”

He hummed, “Make it book 2 and I think it might.” He pet her head and she purred, wrapping one of her tails around his waist.

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Vox paced around his tower while Velvette worked on their social media posts for the day, scheduling a few for later.

“Argh! Fuck! I miss Val!” He yelled.

“Oh get over it you big baby! You two fought more than you fucked anyways!” She was being cold, because he needed it. Suddenly an alarm went off, letting Vox know a radio broadcast was about to begin.

“Oh fuck! Alastor's back on!” He ran to the radio to listen to his ��hated rival's” broadcast. It was all he could think about these days.

“Hello sinners! It's time for our newest, and most popular weekly broadcast, the Radio Angel's story hour. Everyone get tucked in with your snacks and blankets, I've been told this one is a personal favorite of hers. How exciting!”

Vox growled, that damn angel had taken up all of Alastor's attention lately! He'd even given her credit for his latest attack on Vox's dignity!

“That's right Al! As our listeners will soon discover, the main character has a lot of parallels with Lucifer that are very exciting! And if they can make it to act four, they're in for a world of emotional pain and torment unlike anything they've ever felt. I will also change a few of the terms to make it easier for our listeners to understand the story.”

“Well isn't that exciting, and so generous. Let's get started then….”

“Among all the angels in heaven, there was one famous laughingstock of the three realms…”

Vox listened intently, her voice truly was suited for this sort of thing. She didn't sound like her usual energetic obnoxious self that he'd heard from the few interactions he'd had with her. It was soothing and calm when she read. He was jealous to the extreme! She was going to get so many followers from this shit!

After a bit, Alastor's voice cut back in, interrupting her with his own commentary on the story.

“Hah! What a fool he is, quite like our king indeed. Challenging heaven itself over a single child's life. I'm quite interested to see the pain and suffering of such a kind heart as he will go through.” He sounded so pleased with himself, and she couldn't help but giggle.

“Hey now! No spoilers!”

Once she finished reading the Prolog, Alastor put on a “commercial break”, to give her time to breath, collect herself, and drink water.

“Oh my god! This was so much more fun than I thought it'd be! It reminds me of when I was alive and I'd read to my friends over the headsets at work. Hah… that job was a literal nightmare worse than hell itself, but my coworkers made it worth every moment. I loved them all so much.” She smiled fondly with her eyes shut, picturing her old friends.

“After this, I want to help with Becca's wedding. You should too. She's like a sister to me, so that will make Luci your brother soon. So try to get along a little, yeah? No more plotting to kill him and take the throne of hell. It's Charlie's to own.” She kept her tone soft.

He whined a little, like a child. “But darling~.” He gave her a sweet, syrupy look.

“Nooo! Don't even, it won't work. You're cute, and I love you, but the throne of hell is a headache you don't need. Just trust me…”

#hazbin hotel #alastor x oc #ace alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #alastor #platonic alastor x reader #Alastor's Leash

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pixelm0on · 2 years

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Park stroll

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Plot: Steve's night stroll leads him to a park where he ends up smoking with a hot girl.

Content warning: mention of drugs, pre season 3, fem y/n swearing ig.

Steve used to spend weekends in house parties and people filled "adventures", avoiding the empty house he was constantly left with. That's not the case anymore. He doesn't know when it happened, when every thing he went through finally caught up to him, suddenly he sits in the silence, staring at the ceiling. The brightness of the tv contrasted with the dark living room he laid in. "pathetic" he whispered in the empty room.

"fuck it" steve drops the blanket he was wrapped in making his way to his room. His dragged steps echoing through the rooms, he puts on some warm sweatshirt he found on his floor. This time he was determined to at least leave the house,after weekends and weekends of being paralysed behind this walls.

He walked around for about an hour until he spot the old abandoned swings,by a miracle it seemed empty, no couples, no weirdos just the sign of time and a lot of cigarette buds. The swing screeches as Steve rests his weight on it.

"hm... Hey"

Steve's heart slamming against his ribs as he notices the girl in the swing beside him. How the hell did he not see her? Its not like she was hiding... Clearly. "hey" he tries to play it cool hoping she ignores the incessant screech resulting of steve's (totally not scared) jump. "sorry, i can move if you want" steve continues while pretending to dust himself off.

"i don't really care Harrington" the cold tone shocking steve almost as much as the fact she knows him. It seemed to happen every once in a while, someone he claims has never seen claiming they know him. "sorry" it happened enough times for him to use sorry as a default. She seems to ignore him but at this point he is too tired to move so sits back next to her.

He figured he already bothered her enough. "i'll move as soon as my legs feel alive again"

"it's cool don't worry your pretty hair about it"

A few moments went by, steve stared at the girl focused on the stars next to him. He couldn't help but take a mental pic of how her hair fell on her thick leather jacket, how the moon light seemed to land on her face just the right way. Time was no longer a concept steve recognized

"you sure do stare a lot... If you say sorry one more time i will be violent"

"ok so..." her eyes bulged as he struggled to turn it into any other word.

" Why is THE Harrington alone at 4 am?"

"well... Not alone" he tries to be funny sadly it back fired the roll of her eyes physically hurt, wasn't the first girl he struck out with and with his luck, certainly wouldn't be the last. Maybe honesty was the way to go but its not like he can tell just anyone how the multiple times he almost died kept him awake, how useless he felt how he had to leave because all he could hear was the sound of those damn creatures.

"i couldn't sleep so decided to get some air" he sounded defeated, she didn't look that convinced. "Why do you keep calling me Harrington"

"its your name" her small smirk making its appearance.

"you say it just like everyone used to... I was a real asshole." her eyes softened at his words " back then the name meant something so different, now all i can think about is how many people i hurt" he loses his train of thought as her hand reaches his shoulder, for a moment he had forgotten she was real, she was listening, the feeling of being vulnerable and actually seen by people wasn't his favorite. He wish he could take it all back and say something cool

"we were all assholes, its high school. Everyone is the bad guy in some else's life. Its how life works. Not everyone is gonna like you, get over it" she was standing now looking for something in her right pocket, hand still on his shoulder her thumb softly gliding despite her apathetic tone. It finally hits his brain. <Shes comforting you dumb ass>

Suddenly steve feels this weight missing, bringing him back once more from deep in his brain, she sat down and he realizes he doesn't really know her name, she probably knows this too but doesn't say a word. <it would be rude to ask right? Am i supposed to know?>

" earth to steve!" the first time she actually said his first name, woke him right up "ive been talking for 5 minutes"

"and ive been listening for 5 minutes"

"hm im sure you were." both laugh, steve kicks the ground as he tries some way to bring up the fact he truly has no idea who she is, the problem is everytime he ends up just staring at her. Surprisingly the conversation starts flowing, steve is doing his best not to fuck it up.

"do you want to smoke with me" steve finally takes his eyes of the rock he was playing with to see this girl lighting up a joint, it was a remote and forgotten park but steve still looked around on instinct. He was not gonna hear the "drugs fry your brain" speech from Hopper again. He set his eyes back on her after making sure no one was around, the smoke draped over her soft parted lips, her chest falling as she exhales the smoke... All steve is capable of doing is nodding trying to keep from drooling. She takes a few drags before reaching it over to steve. He inhales the warm smoke watching closely as she fixed her hair and got back to watching the stars.

The effects were starting to show. His body floating just slightly, eyes heavy, brain finally in silence he wondered if this was all it took to feel ok for a few moments. They found themselves making jokes, passing the joint between each other.

"do you have a lighter? Mine just died" the higher she got the raspier her voice turned and for some reason all steve seemed to want was to hear more but the way she sounded right now killed him. He moved before his brain could realise, he would blame it on the high if questioned for sure, but suddenly he was standing over her, arm resting on the metal structure of the swings. Her eyes met his as he slowly came down closer to her level, lighter ready on the joint. They stare at each other one more second than necessary and just as his brain turns back on he stands straight up. He barely knew her, in fact he didn't even know your name. <don't be creepy> his brain screamed as he sat down. If only he looked up one second earlier he would have seen her absolutely melting over the remaining feeling of his finger on her chin. If only he looked up

#steve harrington #steve x reader #Steve Harringtonx reader #Steve Harrington x y/n #afab reader #Steve Harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #not proofread #Shitty tittle sorry #steve harrington fluff #pixelm0on

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bruh-anator3000 · 2 years

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I wanna get back into writing but its so tedious, how do you do it? How did i do it so often last year? Anyways if enough people like this, maybe I'll finally do something with it

Warning; angsty lmao, viktor x reader, pretty sure its gn!reader so go ham, less than 800 words, get ready to feel the love ya mother never gave you points at mirror bc this bitch cried over this

Have fun :D much love <3

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"Why did you break up with me?" You felt the words build up in your throat, making it so sore they fell from your lips like a damn bursting. "What did I do wrong?" What we had, I thought was something good.

Viktor stayed silent. His back faced you as his focus never left the mechanics in front of him. On his desk. All his focus and hands on it. His gaze on it. How could something so small keep his attention from something so important.

You scoffed. "Just tell me so I don't make the same mistake in future relationships, okay? Then we can pretend we never happened."

The machine he was working on clattered to his metal desk. It made a loud clunk as it dropped. His hands went into his auburn brown hair. Those dexterous fingers curled around his locks and you got the message.

With a sigh, you let out a soft 'goodnight, Viktor,' and headed for the door.

"You scare me." His accented voice carried through the empty lab. Your hand froze above the doorknob, mere inches away from freedom. Inches away from escaping the crushing weight the man had just dropped on your shoulders.

He shifted in his stool with a huff. "No, no...you terrify me." He let out a dry, emotionally drained laugh. Viktor dragged a hand over his face.

You cast your gaze over your shoulder, your hand dropping. Your heart was being torn up all over again. The same splintering notion as the night he took you out to dinner, stood abruptly as the words he had said and left. You weren't sure how to react. How was someone supposed to react to this? You couldn't yell, that would further prove his point. You couldn't ask him to reiterate, you didn't want to know more. It was you. You were the problem.

You always were, weren't you?

"It's the way you talk." Viktor started again. You shook your head, you didn't want to hear this anymore. Opening your mouth, you felt a choked sorry try to pry it's way out out your lips. But Viktor continued. "Every word, it's like a siren song and I suddenly can't think straight. You speak with such confidence, I fear I get light headed from the sound of your voice. How your tone gets lighter when you're excited. How it darkens when you're serious."

"The way you handle problems, the way your eyes get so intense with focus, the jealousy that overwhelms me wishing it was I who held your attention, wishing I was deserving of that intensity, it frightens me. Knowing I could spend days upon days here in these very labs on a project no one else could figure out but if you- if you asked, I would burn it to the ground in attempts to see you smile. If you wanted - if you simply asked - I would drop to my knees and let you take my very life."

Viktor finally faced you, golden eyes glazing with tears. "I'm scared of how passionately I wish to love you."

You were stuck in place. That was something you didn't know how to react to. Those words... how would anyone react sensibly unless it was scripted. Was this scripted? Some joke?

"Viktor..." You said his name and watched as a tear rolled down his hollowed cheek. His eye bags had gotten worse, his complexion paler than you remember.

He sighed, moving his hand to rest his forehead in the heel of his palm. "I'm sorry, you deserve someone better."

You said his name again, softer as you took a step closer. Again you said that name, that name you wished was connected to yours. Again, you took a step towards him. Another and another until your practically ran to him as he stood up.

He caught you in his arms, shaking with silent tears. You wrapped your arms tight around him, burrying your face in his shoulder, feeling so sad yet so full of love. He held you closer and his hand craddled your head, as if he let even a fraction of space between you, he'd loose you all over again. Apology after apology, in the language you knew well and the other you only heard from him, tumbled out of his lips. You only shook your head against the junction between his neck and chest. Holding him just as tight, fingers digging into his shirt.

"I love you, miláčku." His breath shuddered with tears. "Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted what was best for you."

"You are what's best for me. I love you, Viktor. I always have."

#viktor #viktor arcane #arcane #viktor x reader #arcane viktor #arcane viktor x reader #viktor headcanons

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crimsonmoonlite · 10 months

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Beaufort Swan - Twilight - 18+ Omegaverse - 3. Garlic Infused Kisses

October 5th, 2022 7:01 PM "I will be right there," Charlie said, and Beau stood up to follow his dad to the door. He had begged Charlie to reconsider Dinner with Edward, but he insisted it was tonight. "I am sorry, Boy... there has been a suicide at the harbor,"

"What?"

"I'll tell you later... Edward, Enjoy dinner with Beau. Since you two are adults, I can't tell you that you have a curfew," Charlie said, and Beau begged him not to embarrass him. "You can even stay the night on the couch since it's the weekend... but if I catch you in bed with-"

"Dad!"

"I have a pistol full of bullets with your name on it," Charlie kissed his son's forehead even though the boy was furious and redder than a cherry. Beau walked back to the table as Edward was smirking at him,

"Not. A. Word." Beau nearly growled at Edward as he knew he was about to be teased for having an overprotective father. "So... what gave you this heart change?" Beau asked, dropping politeness now that his father wasn't at the table to tell him to behave, "I seemingly repulsed you the first time we met..."

"Yeah, er... I am sorry. I didn't mean to lead you to think that. I have just been going through a lot," Edward said, and Beau raised an eyebrow, curious about the boy being honest and sincere with him. He sounded like an old Hollywood actor with the dialect he spoke, "Please, forgive me?" He asked with big eyes, making Beau smile small at him.

"I think I forgave you when you saved my life,"

"Sorry about your truck,"

"It's fine... I needed to take it to La Push anyway,"

"La Push? I am unaware of any shops there?"

"Yeah, My dad's friend's son said he could fix it for me for free," Beau shrugged.

"Are you aware of all of the bear attacks down there?"

"Yeah, I will be fine," Beau scratched the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable seeing how intensely Edward looked at him.

"Why don't you take it to my mechanic in Seattle... I'll pay for it,"

"Edward, I don't want you to pay for it. Honestly, I don't want to be treated like a baby, and that's how everyone treats me." Beau rolled his eyes and stuffed some steak into his mouth.

"I think I can understand that... does it still hurt?" Edward asked, pointing to Beau's sprained wrist in a cuff, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, It's fine. It just hurts at night," Beau poked at his steak as Edward looked at him. His stare was a little intense and made Beau's tummy flutter. It was almost like a glare. Edward tried to hear Beau's thoughts, but it wasn't working. "I am sorry for my Dad,"

"It is okay. He loves you..." Edward said, cutting the rare steak that Charlie had grilled for him, then swallowing it like he didn't think it was disgusting. The Cullens didn't eat. They would pretend to eat and swallow to keep up appearances. "Where I am from... er, boys like you aren't very received well,"

"Are you from Alabama?" Beau raised his eyebrow, making Edward chuckle. Beau had black hair, making his skin look porcelain, white, and silky. He had smudged eyeliner and black nails that most bigots would say make him look like a 'fairy,' but he just liked the alternative look.

Edward remembered it vividly because it was around the gothic phase in the 80s and when it came back in the 2000s. He hated it because everyone wanted to be vampires.

"Chicago," He said, leaving out that it was 1901 Chicago.

"Are you 'like' me?" Beau asks Edward if he is gay. He had been wondering since the guy had been looking at him with googoo eyes since he had saved him.

"I don't know..." He said a little sultry that made Beau even more curious. Beau looked at him quizzically, "What are you thinking?" He blushed since he had relied so much on his powers for centuries. He had never met someone whom he couldn't tap into their thoughts.

"You don't like the steak, do you?"

"I... might be a vegetarian," He said, an inside joke that he would normally use with his 'siblings.'

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want to trouble you," He shrugged as Beau grabbed Edward's plate, pulled out some lettuce to make a salad, and heated some mac and cheese in the oven. "You don't-"

"It's fine. It will be ready in a couple of minutes," Beau shrugged, turning to see that Edward was inches away from him, cornering him against the counter. He was a foot taller than Beau. Usually, Beau wouldn't submit so fast, but something about Edward intrigued him.

"Is this okay?" Edward asked, and Beau nodded, "Why can't I tell what you are thinking," He asked with compulsion dripping from him. He raised his eyebrows when he didn't see Beau's pupils dilate.

"I am a complex guy,"

"That you are..."

"If you are afraid to kiss me... My dad isn't serious,"

"I just didn't know if you wanted me to kiss you," He said. He could usually hear the girls he went on dates with thoughts so he wouldn't make them uncomfortable. "You have beautiful lips..." Edward said. His lips looked like they were stained with cherries. "That... was creepy, wasn't it,"

"You haven't kissed a guy before, have you?" Beau asked as Edward shook his head. Beau rolled his eyes. "Let me brush my teeth. Dad thinks he is an iron chef and loads garlic on everything," Beau said, but then Edward cupped his face, leaning down to kiss him.

He was a little worried about his bad breath but quickly kissed Edward back as it seemed he didn't care. Edward abruptly pulled away and sneezed a couple of times, "Are you allergic to me?"

"No, Garlic,"

"What?"

"It's fine... I am only intolerant," Edward shrugged, kissing Beau again. The shorter boy began to run his hand up Edward's legs before he was stopped. "Let's... go slow. I don't want to pressure you,"

"I am not a virgin..." Beau said, and then Edward bashfully scratched the back of his head. Edward wasn't only a virgin. He was a 121-Year-Old Virgin. Please Vote, Comment, Add to your lists, and share this story with a friend:).

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