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beababoobies · 8 months

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ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.)

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours.

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing.

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight.

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you.

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones.

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you.

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck.

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for.

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick.

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop.

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him.

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

#sal fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #larry johnson #sal fisher x reader #sally fisher #ashley campbell #todd morrison #neil sally face #sal fisher smut #sal fisher x reader smut #JESUS CHRIST!!! WOW!! MY FIRST SMUT!!

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patchiko · 8 months

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I support the virgin Jason agenda so how do you think Jay would react to receiving head for the first time 👀

OUUUUHHHHHHHFUFHFIFHDJ HES ACTUALLY GRIPPING ANYTHING HE CAN

tags: @millyhelp

AK!Jason Todd Gettin’ Head For The First Time

(NSFW EXPLICIT / DETAILED)

‘tis unda da cut!

LOVE-HATE relationship with getting head.

like it feels so good and the way he feels drives him insane

but also getting that close to him without being the dominant one makes him uncomfortable

its a little rare you give him head, its when he wants to be taken care of or hes super tired but horny

it definitely takes awhile for him to be okay with it still

but for the first time hes still horrendously whipped

the entire time hes going crazy

like as soon as your head gets close to his cock his mind is going blank

JASON sits in a chair in front of you, he just got home from his mission. The weariness in his eyes was very obvious when he barely got through your window, almost crashing that night on your floor; He had been tracking a gang that was dealing poison. Problem was, they put a lot of time into being hard to trace, he spent a good month tracking their warehouse. He spent way too much time running around Gotham for interrogations and not enough around you. Solution was, when he did find them this night, they focused a lot more on their secrecy and not enough on their own protection so it was a quick fight for him. Still, the mental drain had his feet dragging, and way too much steam in his pants; Nights like this he would’ve just jacked off in the shower and went to sleep. Would’ve. But, Jason comes home and you’re still up. You just finished some last-minute assignments from your professors, if he wasn’t so busy he would’ve gotten them done for you the day they were assigned. But here he is, slipping behind you, pecking kisses to your neck, you feel his hot breath on your neck, Oh, this poor guy… One pretty little question leaving his lips —and.

Oh. <3

Now, he’s sat up on your couch, pants just pulled down, you look up and ask him one more time.

“Are you sure?” His eyes already drawn on you.

“Please.”

He just barely chokes out, voice hoarsely struck an octave lower then his usual tone and slightly cracking towards the end; the sound pitch change flowing like honey from his lips.

Oh, this poor guy. You nod, keeping your eyes on his before moving down, pecking at his happy trail, drifting down to his inner thighs, softly sucking at his skin. His eyelashes fluttering as you trailed closer to the base of his cock. He was far from small. Definitely above average, 8 inches even , and thick, really fucking thick. (Shower not grower, feeding myself sorry).You move your hand to his dick, softly pumping his twitching cock up and down, pressing tender kisses on his tip before looking up into his eyes and lapping at the vein that travels from the base of his cock and up. Your eyes fell on him, staring down on you, both of his hands propped up on the pillows around him, taking deep breaths through his nose. Barely keeping it together. Barely. You then take as much of him into your mouth as you can, moving your other hand to his balls (HAHAHA BALLS sorry), and start sucking him, jerking off the parts you didn’t take. He dropped his head back and started open mouth panting, maybe if he wasn’t tired he would’ve been able to keep himself quiet. Maybe. But, Oh, this poor guy needed this sooo bad. He’s gripping those pillows like they’re the only thing keeping him down as you take your tongue to the slit of his tip.

“ughh—“ his hand shoots to his mouth, (insert that 1 arkham voice line from game IKYKIK) ,”—Mmmh” ‘s start slipping from his mouth instead. His mind is so foggy, all he can focus on is the wet warmth around his dick and the lewd sloppy noises you’re making. Jason’s strangled grunts made you whine out your own, the vibrations around him made his head shoot down to watch you. He’s losing his grip at the sight, he moved his hand from the pillow to your where your jaw and ear meet. Brushing his hand against your skin, “Keep going,,” he let out a soft exhale, drawing circles on your skin,”Just like that…” His voice was starting to crack . Watching your pretty face he couldn’t help bucking his hips into your mouth before pausing. Jason lifts your head with his hand that was on your jaw, Breathlessly he asks, “Is that alright… Sweetheart?” He’s trying to hold it together, really fucking trying to hold it together; but his voice is so cracky and whiney right now, and he needs to make sure you’re not being hurt. But, you nod to him sweetly, with those swollen lips and those teary eyes, ”Atta’ Doll.” Barely managing to deepen his voice before starting to pump his hips, making sure to keep his pace bearable for you. Jason husked out praises every chance he got. Every jolt of his hips had him seeing stars, he just couldn’t last long.

Jason felt the base of his cock and balls (HAHAH BALLS) tighten, he furrowed his brows and let out a string of strained curses. His hips got sloppy, breath hitched before he dropped his head back and his hips stopped entirely. His pelvis perked up and body tenses as he let out sputtered moans for every pulse of thick hot cum and pleasure that roll from his cock . His eyelashes fluttering and his eyes rolled to the back of his head throughout his orgasm. Jasons body slowly slacks, after a few seconds he reached up and brushed his hair out of his face.

He panted out treble, “Mh,” ‘s and, “Ah” ‘s while he settled from his high. He reached to his mouth to sloppily wipe the bit of drool that he prayed you didn’t see. Rolling his head forward to look at you, he took his cock out of your mouth then pressed a hot kiss to your lips. Jason brought his hand to the back of your neck and continued to peck at your face. He stopped and whispered airlessly,”Thank you.” You were close enough to feel his breath panting on your face and see his hair sticking to his skin from sweat. The pleasure and exhaustion in his pretty blue eyes making him look so needy. Oh, this poor guy! You need to get him asleep ASAP!!

literally he fell asleep open mouth drooling. snoring a little too!! literally my pillow princess !!

so many kisses while you two were falling asleep, legitimately had a hard time prying himself off you

so vulnerable this night inlove so bad

him fighting to come of dominant so bad but it feels so good and he wants to be taken cared of sooo bad

he was fighting to keep his voice at a normal tone BUT HIS DRAMA QUEEN ASS!! COULD NOT KEEP QUIET!! EXPECT NOISE COMPLAINTS!! ITS 4AM GTS !!

im so down bad for the way his va had him talking HHHHH

inbox is open if you wanna rq anything or just wanna yap!

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight #red hood #red hood x reader #jason peter todd #arkham knight smut #jason todd smut #red hood smut #skullkidwithsunglasses

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kittyt-hexxed · 7 months

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Bad Together

Sevika x Gang Leader!POC!Reader

*This is a scheduled post so it will not be linked on the main page immediately.*

Warning: Gang Leader! POC!Reader, Rivals to Lovers, Crazy Offer, You’re also a scary lady, Dom!Reader, Dom!Sevika, You’re equals, Sexual Tension, An idea inspired by Valentine’s Day, Taunting, Flirting hidden as threats, Throat Grabbing, reader dresses slutty, Cursing, horny from fist fighting your rival, Sevika womanhandles you, you get folded, Making Out, Sevika bites your tongue

Summary: You and Sevika have been rivals since you were in high school. That only worsened when you both became gang leaders and tensions rose when Sevika became Silco’s right hand. You were scary, but Sevika was scarier… you had an offer for her - what if you combined forces?

You knew this idea could blow up in your face in more ways than one. But, you wouldn’t have ended up in your position if you didn’t go for things that came with a substantial risk. If you were honest with yourself, this would be the riskiest out of all of them. One wrong move could find you losing your gang, your cred, your reputation, and your identity. In these fissures that was worse than death. You’d become a laughing stock or worse. That thought put a sour taste in your mouth that you wanted to spit out.

The Silver Dagger’s territory wasn’t hard to find. It covered the best parts of the Undercity which included the expensive side of the Red Light District. Your business involved the boss herself, so you were headed into the snake’s den. Contrary to belief, the Silver Dagger’s did not operate out of The Last Drop. That’s where Silco kept them for easy access, but they spent most of their time in an old townhouse they had completely renovated. You’d been there before - once, a long time ago. It was a day you didn’t know whether or not to look back on fondly or with disgust.

As you approach the townhouse, two guys playing blackjack at the gate stand up when they see you. One of them pulls out a gun while the other steps forward with a hand outstretched. The other people loitering around the area don’t even pretend they’re not paying attention. They blatantly stare at you, watching as you reach for your weapon and pull it from its holster.

“A bat?” The one with a gun snickers. You look at him and twist both parts of the handle away from each other. There is a click and nine-inch spikes pop out along the body.

“Do you want a demonstration?” You raise an eyebrow. The guy pales.

“Hand it over. You can’t go in with it or any other weapons you have on your body.” The other guy says, giving you a look-over as you retract the spikes.

“That’s all. I’m not stupid enough to walk into Sevika’s territory with more than necessary. I don’t have a death wish.” You scoff. “Can I go in now?”

“What about there?” He motions to your crotch. You glance down and realize your leather shorts make the bulge of your strap more prominent.

“I’m packing, but not a weapon.” You flash a smirk.

“You’d be surprised how many people still try to sneak in weapons there, too.” He exhales, crossing his arms. “Just have to be through. Head on in.” The door swings open and a third, larger guy stares down at you with an annoyed scowl. You raise an eyebrow at him, too. You knew a lot of the people who fell in with Sevika tended to be quite interesting. She was very picky with whom she accepted into her gang. They had to be smart, resourceful, and loyal. Not much unlike your criteria except you liked to accept the ones with a bit more personality.

You were guided through the hallway until you reached what used to be the living room. You recognized the people lounging on the couches as Sevika’s inner circle. It was rare for her to be somewhere without them. They stuck to her like glue unless she was out on an errand for Silco. You wondered if she ever cared that they did that. You didn’t when it came to your circle. If you needed to tell them to leave you alone, they were more than likely to oblige.

“When I was told the Puppeteer wanted a word with me, I thought you’d be on death’s door… but you don’t look half-dead to me, Y/n.” Sevika’s voice sends a thrill up your spine. You look up to see her leaning against the second-floor railing. It’s been some time since you’ve seen her instead of hearing the gossip about her. The smirk that crosses your face at the sight of your target is positively feral.

“I’m sure seeing me bloody and bruised would give you a hard-on, Sevika.” You respond, taking a step forward, “But I didn’t come here for you to get off.”

“Pity. I was looking forward to something to celebrate.” She says, then motions to the stairs, “Come up. Third door to your right.” She turns and moves out of your sight, likely into the room she just told you about. Grinning to yourself, you head up the stairs with a newfound pep to your step. Oh, she was a sight to behold. ‘How long has it been? Ten years? At least sometime before Silco took over.’ She’d cut her hair and put on more muscle than you remember. She was taller, too.

You swing the door open to see a decently sized office. It was decorated in the way you expected it to be - covered in trophies. There were items or weapons from other gangs hanging from the walls or displayed on shelves. What shows the gap between you and her are the items from Piltover. The sheer number of them showed Sevika’s strength as a leader and her cunning to have them in the first place. You couldn’t help but feel slightly awed by the sight. You have a few of your own but she had to have dozens. This is what it meant to be number one in the Undercity.

“So, what does the famous Puppeteer want with me?” Sevika asks, leaning back in her chair. You could tell it was custom-made, glossy with the telltale sign of being cared for with a linseed oil tincture. ‘I wonder how cocky she’d be if she was the one being fucked in that chair.’

“Me? Famous? You must be thinking of yourself.” You scoff, sitting down and resting your ankle on your knee. You make a show of checking her out, slowly dragging your eyes over her body. “From all the talk I’ve heard about you, I’d expected to find that you’d turned into an Oni. Color me disappointed to see that you’re normal.”

“An Oni?” Sevika snorts, “That’s a new one. Are you sure you didn’t make that one up?”

“A normal person can’t tank a fucking explosion and only get out missing an arm.” You point to the cloak hiding her metal arm. “And, I didn’t make it up. You’re not that lucky to have been on my mind all these years.”

“I could say the same.” She responds and the two of you intensely stare at each other trying to spot a glimpse of a lie. ‘Always so annoyingly attractive. Her makeup is always done so nicely. It used to piss me off that when it was smudged after a fight she still looked hot.’

“Anyway,” You direct the topic to where you want it, “I’m here to make you an offer that you won’t be able to refuse.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “And what delusional thought have you brought to me?”

“Get in a relationship with me,” You start, taking note that Sevika’s eyes widen, “and we can run the Undercity together.”

“You walk into my territory after years of not seeing each other to say… that?” She spits out the word as if it refused to leave her tongue. “You’re being serious? This isn’t some stupid joke because it’s Valentine’s Day?”

“I’m serious.” You nod, smirking. She’s clearly startled by what you said and it makes you gleeful to be able to knock her emotionless mask. “Let’s be honest, we can’t stand each other. You and I go together like gasoline and fire to a fucking explosion,” Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as you continue to talk. You knew that expression too well. One she’d give you over and over again while you were in school and competing for top dog. The one that made your rivalry all the sweeter. “but I know you better than anyone else. You’re a fucking powerhouse on your own. Imagine what we can do together.”

“You’ve been so horny for me that your fantasies have convinced you I want you in real life.” Sevika says bluntly, “You should take my spot at Babette’s for the day. Consider it a gesture of goodwill.”

“Why would I go to a brothel when I want to touch you, Sevika?” You purr, reaching out to caress her shoulder. She grabs your wrist, constricting her grip tight enough for the bones in your wrist to creak.

“What makes you think you can touch me, Y/n?” Her voice comes out low in a warning. You grin at her, your heart pounding harder with adrenaline as she glares at you with wild eyes. She didn’t scare you. She never did. Watching Sevika slip into her authoritative mode brought you nothing but a thrill. That’s what she was for you—a thrill.

“I’m the only one who has touched you.” You retort. A moment passes and she lets you go. You glance down at your wrist. There was nothing there but you knew there would be a bruise eventually.

“You’re wasting my time with this shit.” She deflects, taking a cigarillo out of a wooden box. “That’s nothing new with you though. You’ve always liked to waste my precious time.” You roll your eyes and stand up. She follows you with her eyes, tucking the cigarillo between her lips as you walk around her desk. You grip the back of her chair and push it away from the desk, taking up the space between the two. You lean against the desk, crossing your arms as you give her a disapproving stare. She looks up at you, trying to show that she’s disinterested in what you’re saying but the stormy look in her eyes says differently.

“While you continue running errands for Mr.Pink Eye over there, you will be left in my dust, Sevika. And I know how much you hate that. I’ll be number one in the Undercity and you’ll be racing to catch up to me.” You taunt her.

“If that’s what you want to believe.” She chuckles, flicking the lighter in her hand open. A soft green flame flares to life. She lights her cigarillo and you watch as she inhales, exhaling the smoke through her nose.

“Believe? I already see it.” You take the cigarillo from her lips, extinguishing it between your fingers, “You’ll fail without me. But, go ahead and continue being Silco’s bitch, all you have left to do is bark.”

Sevika’s metal fist connects with your stomach and you hunch over gasping for breath. She grabs your hair and throws you into the wall, your shoulder taking the brunt of the hit. You’re quick to shake off the stun and dodge out of the way from her next attack, bringing your leg up to kick her in the side and launch her away from you. She stumbles and you lunge at her, landing a punch across her jaw. A gleeful laugh leaves your lips as you and Sevika brawl around the office. She had a permanent smirk on her face and she laughed as you narrowly dodged her sword slash. The weapons around the office were used and Sevika had to roll out of the way when you got your hand on a mace. She got a good hit to your leg that knocked you off balance and you staggered but caught yourself in time. You wipe the blood off your arm, wearily eying that metal arm of hers. You’d heard people talking about it, but to fight her with it was a whole different process. You were bruised and bleeding but you were having a lot of fun. Sevika was standing in front of the door breathing heavily and wiping blood from a cut on her face. It was a delicious sight to see.

“Is that all you’ve got? I’m still standing.” You taunt her, gesturing to your body. Sevika looks at you silently, standing up straight as she catches her breath. “Well?” You continue. Her hand is closing around your throat before you can blink. A grunt is forced from you as you’re slammed onto the desk. Your hips are pressed into the wood, pinned in place by Sevika’s as she leans over you. A shiver goes through you as you realize she’s furious with you. Eyes of molten metal glaring down at you as if she wants you to burst into flames.

“It’s funny how you call me a bitch, but you’ve been barking at me since you’ve walked in here. If anyone is a bitch, it’s you.” Sevika says lowly, her face inches away from yours. “My bitch.” You can feel her strap pressing up against yours, forcing the base of it to your body and sending a tingling feeling through your clit.

“Prove it.” You smirk, purposefully pushing back with your hips.

“You’re so fucking frustrating.” She exhales sharply. You reach up and wrap your hand around her throat, pulling her face closer to hers.

“I said prove it, Sev.” You goad her with the nickname you gave her. She hated any form of nickname for her name. It was Sevika or nothing. So naturally you didn’t listen to that.

“If you insist, Y/n/n.” She responds with the nickname she had given you. Your eyebrow twitches. You make a noise in the back of your throat as she lifts you off of the desk by your throat. You let go of her neck to grab at her wrist. You don’t have to look to know that your feet are nowhere near the ground. Her lips curve up into a wicked smirk before the world around you blurs. You cry out in pain as your back is slammed against what you assume to be the desk once more. Her hand vanishes from your throat and the next thing you know she’s kissing you.

Sevika’s arms hold your legs to her body and you can feel her strap press against you due to the position you’re in. You feel yourself blush as she leans down, her hair brushing against your cheeks before her lips touch yours. Like your fight moments before, your kiss is anything but gentle. You’re rough, trying to be the one in charge and take the lead. Sevika’s tongue is in your mouth and you’re enjoying it until you want to put yours in hers. It takes a bit but you’re successful and get a low moan from her. You can’t help but feel smug about it, and almost as if she knows that Sevika bites your tongue. You yelp and jerk away from her, breaking the kiss and glaring at her.

“Seriously? You bit me?”

“Don’t be so smug about it.” Sevika shrugs. “You’re not in the position to be.”

“Would you like a redo of what happened the last time I was here? Then I will be.”

“If you call me your girlfriend in front of anyone, I’ll run you through with my sword.” She ignores what you said in favor of addressing the offer you made her.

“We’re partners. Nothing more. Nothing less.” You tuck your arms under your head, “I told you you wouldn’t be able to refuse my offer.” You smirk up at her.

“Shut the fuck up before I shove my dick in your mouth.” She says seriously.

#sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika arcane #sevika fanfic

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augustvandyne · 8 months

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Angela x reader

In a relationship but not out to everyone yet and they get caught after a undercover mission making out

i hope this doesn’t suck too bad lol.

also i had writers block which explains why i haven’t posted in a few days.. anyway, send in some asks because i have one for andy and im out!!

going undercover

You weren’t even completely sure how you got roped into this undercover op.

All you knew this morning was that there was an op, a description of what was going on, and that Lucy wanted in. So that meant you were leaving yourself out of it.

At least you were, up until Nyla and Grey had specifically asked for you.

Something about you being open about liking girls, and that was needed in this op.

You tried to explain that you didn’t want it, that Lucy wanted it and that she could act way better than you could—but Nyla was not having any of it.

She wanted you on this, and that was final.

But she also wanted, surprise surprise, Angela on this as well.

You already knew of the case, because the LAPD has been following it for almost a year now, and still haven’t been able to arrest the gang of three.

They were traffickers. For all of it. Drugs, guns, and people.

So your guys’ job was to keep tabs and to eventually bust them.

Angela would work at a bar to keep tabs on a few members who hung around there, and you’d keep hidden. Try to blend in along with the gang.

Angela hated the idea of putting you in that kind of danger, but she couldn’t say anything to jeopardize your guys’ relationship.

Nyla and Grey said the operation would take at least a week, so the two of you tried to see it as a good thing.

You’d be alone for a week—and you wouldn’t have to hide.

The two of you were sent home to pack your duffel bags, and then you were off.

There was a small apartment set up above the bar the two of you would be hanging around at for the next two weeks, and that was where the two of you would be staying.

You and Angela had the rest of your night to yourselves until the real job started tomorrow, and so the two of you spent your time in bed together.

You took turns holding each other, not knowing how much time the two of you would be able to spend holding each other within the next week.

Angela lays with her arms wrapped around you, your hand resting on her cheek as you lay with your head on her chest.

“No matter what happens—“

“Don’t think like that,” Angela cuts you off, lifting your head so you were looking at her. “ever.”

“I’m sorry Ange,” You look down, only to have Angela force your stare back up to her. “I can’t lose you.”

“And you won’t,” Angela gives a smirk. “I won’t have it. Not under my watch.”

She leans down, leaving a small peck on your lips.

You take in a breath, all the anxiety hitting you at once.

“I’m scared,” You admit.

“I know,” Angela presses her lips together, her eyes casting over you in a scared and concerned manner. “I am too.”

“We’ll watch out for each other,” You nod.

“I know we will,” She kisses your forehead and the two of you fall asleep that way. You, wrapped in her arms, your hand on her cheek, and her lips pressed against your head.

You were beginning to hate this undercover operation all together.

Not only did you hate watching Angela be buttered up and flirted with all night, but you also hated being ogled yourself. You could feel Angela’s stare on you, and you were worried she might give the two of you away.

You played into whatever the men had needed and they bought every single one of your words.

They’d let you in on when trades would be going on, and where, but Nyla and Grey insisted you wouldn’t be able to bust them until they saw it in action. They may just be bluffing, they told you.

And so they wanted you to get in on a trade, but Angela hated that idea.

When you guys had checked in a few nights before, she’d fought them on it, all but shouting at them. Nostrils flared, teeth bared, jaw clenched.

She would have started screaming at them, had you not put your hand on her thigh to calm her.

“We’re just on edge,” You’d said in order to keep the two of yours relationship a secret. “She doesn’t want me to die, that’s all.”

“I sure hope not,” Grey chuckled.

And since then Angela had kept a close eye on you. Dreading the moment the men gave in and gave you their full trust.

Which was the main reason you’d seen her eyes on you every time you looked up.

“We could use another round,” Pierce said, finishing his glass of beer off.

“No problem,” You smiled, placing your hands on the table to you could push yourself up.

The men stare at your behind as you sway your hips over to the counter.

“Another round,” You requested to Angela.

“I don’t like this,” Angela says, taking her time to pour the several beers.

“So you’ve said,” You laughed nervously. “The last four times I’ve come up here.”

“I don’t like you drinking this much,” She starts on the second cup.

“I’m still on my second,” You assured her. “The others are drinking my round.”

She gives you an angry look.

“When this is all over..”

“I’m going to smack you,” Angela squints at you.

“No you won’t,” You say cockily.

“You’re right,” Angela sighs. “I worry.”

“Don’t,” You cut her off. “There’s a trade tonight. They’ll take me. I’m sure of it.”

“This will all be over tomorrow,” Angela blinks, trying not to show excitement on the outside.

“It will,” You nod.

You grab the four beers and place them on the table several feet away.

“Drink up princess,” The boss, Leon, demands in a low voice. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

“Us?” You tilt your head, your eyes locked on Angela’s as you down the rest of your beer.

“Us,” Keons right hand man, Noah, confirms, grabbing your hand from across the table.

It takes everything inside of you not to pull your hand away from him and hurl.

It also takes everything inside of Angela not to march over to the table you’re at and kick all three of the guys’ asses, but she is able to contain herself and help the next customer in line.

To Leon’s word, the three of them do bring you along to the trade, although you didn’t realize you’d be the thing they were trading for the human portion of the trade until you arrived.

Thankfully, they’d needed another round before heading out, and you’d given Angela the location and time.

When they pulled up to the destination, you prayed Angela, Nyla and a team were somewhere around the place to save you.

You’d played as nice as you could as the trade was going about. You smiled nicely, and did whatever Pierce, Leon, and Noah asked of you.

You were beginning to give up hope as they handed you off to the man who bought the big three, just as they were busted.

“LAPD!” Nyla stood behind the three of them, who got shot the second they reached for their own guns.

“Down!” You heard your girlfriend shout, and so you did. You dropped to the ground, the grip of the man behind you releasing as he’d been shot in the shoulder from above.

You looked up to see Angela above with her sniper.

“Clear!” Nyla shouted as the man behind you fell to the ground in pain.

Lucy and the rest of the gang came out from their hiding spots.

You launched off the ground into Lucy’s arms, needing the feeling safety.

“Where’s Angela?” You looked around frantically.

“I don’t know,” Lucy says, holding onto you tighter. “I’m just glad you’re okay. And I promise I’m not mad over you getting the part. I don’t know what I would have done in this position. And you did this on three beers? I would’ve been dead on my feet—“

“I love you, Lucy, but you’re breaking me,” You wheeze out.

“Oh, I’m sorry—“

“Officer Chen!”

“I’ll be back,” Lucy gives you one last squeeze before hurrying off in the direction of where her name was called.

You made sure no one was watching you as you all but sprinted in the direction of where you last saw Angela.

She caught you off guard as she grabbed you and pushed you against one of the many large shipping containers that are placed around the docking yard.

“I hate you,” Angela all but growls in your face.

“No you don’t,” You grab her head in your hands and pull her down to your face.

“You’re right,” Angela breathes out.

“I’m okay. I promise.”

“You better be,” Angela pulls her lips away from yours, looking over you for any scratches, just to be sure.

“I am,” You insist. “From now on, no more undercover. I need to make sure you’re okay too, I love you and I can’t lose you either.” You say, pulling her face closer to yours, everything around you drowning out.

“Oh-“ Grey turns away as Nyla comes to see what it is.

Angela pulls herself away from you as you put your hands up to your face.

“What-“ Lucy says with wide eyes.

“How long has this..” Nyla points between the two of you.

“Uh..” You make a face behind your hands.

“Hm.”

“How did you even hide this?” Tim shakes his head.

“We’re very good?” Angela scratches her head.

“My office,” Grey says looking between the two of you. “First thing tomorrow morning.”

“How—“ Lucy just shakes her head.

“Sir—“

“I have a feeling this will still be going on, and we’ll need to fill out paper work,” Grey nods, turning to walk away, everyone but Lucy turning to follow.

They were in disbelief, to say the least.

You lick your lips nervously, “No problem.”

Angela chuckles, turning back to you, taking one of your hands in her own. She lifts your knuckles to her lips and gives them a soft kiss.

“Let’s go home.”

“I just— how?!” Lucy says as the two of you leave the secluded space.

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #angela lopez #please ask me about miss angela #ask about her pleaseeeee #send asks #wlw post #angela lopez x reader #gorgeous #pretty please #i love you!!!#lucy chen #nyla harper #wade grey #lapd

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emojellyace08 · 1 year

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Gun Park ; Park Jonggun x Reader! (headcannons)

A/N: Here's for the delulu simps like me bc why not :) Genre: fluff? (I guess) pairing: character x reader (gender neutral don't mind the pics if you're a dude reading this lol)

Headcannon: I don't really think Gun is affectionate? This may sound off putting for some but I just think he doesn't really care about dating. This man is obsessed with fighting.

But it will be a miracle if you managed to make this gangster fall for you. His type is pretty much someone who is physically strong yet still being fair and just. He really hates bratty and whiny people (except for Goo but he's still an ass tbh).

If you're the soft and quiet type, Gun won't bother you too much. He will just let you be. In fact it's much better like that because he's not really too talkative unless something interesting caught his attention (about gangs and crews to no one surprise). If you're really friendly and somehow bubbly yet act and think in a mature manner in tough situations he might peek a slight interest on you.

If you're physically weaker he won't mind being your personal body guard if you have the power (like money) to pay him off. If you're just acting like a damn coward he won't care in the first place and he'll let you solve your own problems. But if you really need assistance (at some points he does understand that not everybody is able to protect themselves from others) and if he doesn't mind your presence, he'll be willing to kick someone's ass to protect you. And if he sees a potential in your combat skills he would whoop you off in training.

But despite being a fearless monster at times, I do think Gun still likes a partner who still cares for him yet not too clingy. Someone who will be able to show it in their own and unique way is what I mean. I think he'll appreciate it if his partner can handle themselves on their own because he's really busy most of the time. He also finds it attractive when their partner puts effort on everything that they do and not giving up despite their situations getting shitty at times. He thinks that characteristic is one of the things that makes them strong, at least in a mental and emotional way.

If he started catching feelings for you, I'm sorry but it wouldn't be too obvious. It's just Gun being Gun. He's not really the flirty type of guy, but I guess his love language will be acts of service. Examples are when he opens the door for you and letting you walk in first and protecting you from everybody who tries to lay a finger on you. You may think that he's just doing his job, but the more times you spent together his attraction will be a little bit more obvious.

Not really the jealous type but he'll go a bit bonkers when someone tries to talk to you because of their really foul intentions. He'll use that ass as his personal punching bag if they ever tried to touch you. He might get a bit jealous with Goo when the blonde talks to you too much but he doesn't really mind for the most part. He knows that bastard is just messing around.

When Gun confesses to you, he'll be casual and cool about it. There's no hint of nervousness in his voice or body language. And he will talk about his feelings on the most random scenarios which can make you flabbergasted since it's really unexpected tbh. "Y/N, this may sound a bit intriguing but I think I like you in a really different way. You seemed very fascinating and it makes me really excited. I wouldn't mind if I made you my partner right now".

If you don't like him, you may see a bit of a disappointed frown on his lips and he'll apologize for being "rude". However he'll pretty much get over with it and move on. Yes, it's that fast. At least he confessed earlier before his feelings turn more intense. And he'll still be acquaintances with you if you don't mind. But he'll respect your decision if he makes you uncomfortable and he'll get a new job.

BUTTTT, if you REALLY LIKE HIM he'll get a bit surprised that you caught feelings for him. He wouldn't expect someone like you to fall in love with someone like him. And if you somehow see the good in him despite him being a total psycho in fighting, he'll actually appreciate it.

Gun will also appreciate if you cook for him after he's done with work. Fast food and take out taste good but he just thinks it's really unhealthy if he eats too much calories and fat. So preparing simple dishes is enough for him.

Not really a fan of PDA and public dates? Gun knows that you and him are dating. So it doesn't mean that both of you always need to go outside and waste your money in Disney Land 💀. But if you're pushy about it he can't do anything about it since in some ways he does want you to enjoy even if he's hating every single inch being in a childish amusement park. So expect him to have that poker face for a very long period of time lmao. But still, he probably enjoys it in some way and finds it a bit hilarious when you screech at the top of your lungs at rides and he's just staring at you like -_- "It's not even that scary" "SHUT UP I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF A HEART ATTACK THERE!". Knowing that this bastard loves thrills that will make him enliven, he wouldn't hesitate to put you in situations that will shock you in a good and bad way (like letting you ride a roller coaster) but he's not that boneheaded to put you in potential harm and push you off to your limits (unlike Goo who is a crack headed bastard).

He's not really empathetic but he will try to understand your situations when you're not emotionally well. If you're upset because of someone else's fault Gun will probably confront the person (even beating them if they tried to fight back and not being honest). But if he feels like you need to work on yourself, prepare to hear some constructive criticisms on his side. His words might sound harsh but he's trying his best to help you out, so don't take anything personally in a negative way.

Gun wouldn't really mind cuddling with you. It also calms his mind and body. And for him, it feels a bit different. Almost weird if you asked me. Now, don't get me wrong in some type of way he does like spending some time with you especially when he has his day off (which rarely happens my apologies). He's just really used with moving his body and beating 500 or more enemies. But he does find it a bit relaxing to get a break with you even for a single day.

Overall he's not the romantic boyfriend but not the worst if you're not ticking him off. It can be a challenge to get along with Gun with the first place so good luck with that.

A/N: I'll probably make a NSFW with Gun but I still haven't finished UI Daniel so if you don't mind, you can be patient about me procrastinating lol good night.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #gun park x reader #character x you #character x y/n

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fictionalwh0ree · 8 months

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layla- dallas winston

summary: you thought dallas winston was the man for you, but when that relationship crashed and burned, you start dating sodapop curtis. unfortunately, being around soda means being around dallas, and being around dallas is bad news. based off of layla by derek and the dominoes.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing, smoking, cheating

a/n: this is based off my fave song so i hope ygs like it!! i’m almost at 1.5k which means i might be doing a celebration soon👀

life was easy for you in tulsa; you were intelligent, charismatic, and gorgeous. despite coming from the north side of town and living in a rough neighbourhood, your spot as head cheerleader at will rogers high school had given you an in with some of the soc girls. to an outsider, you looked just like them in your cardigans and plaid skirts. to top it all off, you were dating one of the cutest guys in tulsa, sodapop curtis. it was only natural. everyone thought you were living the perfect life. but is that ever true?

soda was a nice guy. he treated you right and you loved how heads turned when the two of you went out together, but he was ordinary. your friends had convinced you thats what you needed, reminding you of the guys you had involved yourself with before. in particular, dallas winston. you’d met him at some party. you couldn’t even say you’d hit it off because you were in a bad place at the time. your dad, who was the only one present in the house, was on one of his mean streaks. his words tore through you day after day, but dallas was there to help you. he’d pick you up after a screaming match and console you by telling you that your dad wasn’t shit and that you were everything. he really made you feel special and you thought he was being sincere when he said this stuff to you. but the two of you were never official, he’d never even mentioned you to his friends. eventually he pushed you away, seeing you maybe once a week and going straight into a hookup. he left you scrambling for the phone every time it rang, only for it to be your dad calling you from work or a telemarketer.

your situation with him almost destroyed you. you were known for being a put together person, but all of a sudden, you’d changed. your whole mood was determined by how your “date” the previous night went, or whether he called you in the morning before school. you’d come to school having just brushed your hair and your cheering had become lousy. i mean, how were you supposed to cheer people up when you couldn’t cheer yourself up? your friends questioned what it was about him that was so special that you’d let him treat you the way he did and the only way you could describe it was that “there’s just something about him.”

it only ended when your cheer coach threatened to demote you to one of the girls in the back who just smiles and shakes pompoms. you couldn’t let that happen over a boy who couldn’t even introduce you to his friends. you thought there was special between the two of you, you could tell, but it wasn’t meant to be, you thought.

then along came soda. the may heat had hit, and it hit strong. the city dried up and the air was still. as your exams got closer and closer, your friends had spent more and more time at the library. you’d often take a study break by walking to the dx around the corner and getting drinks for you and your friends. as you checked out, the cute guy at the cash would always make conversation with you. his smile alone was enough to bring a smile to your own face. soon you were taking far too many study breaks, all to see the blue eyed boy at the gas station. it was no surprise when he asked you out, and when you made it official three weeks later your friends were over the moon. once school was out, you met his friends and family and you knew you were bound to spend all summer around him. much to your dismay, this also meant a lot of time around dallas.

the first time you’d met the gang, dallas had given you a dirty up and down, but as your eyes locked, you could sense some hurt behind them. he definitely hadn’t been expecting this. soda brushed the look off, saying something quick like,

“that’s dallas. don’t worry about him, he’s just like that.”

just like you thought, you spent many days around soda and the rest of the gang. whether it was a trip to the drive in, or a day by the river, his friends were there. dallas seemed to warm up to you a little, occasionally throwing a half-smile your way or participating in a conversation you were in. you were glad the two of you were okay, but you could also tell something was up. you could feel it in the lingering glances from the brown eyed boy. you called yourself delusional, saying you were making it up, trying and trying to convince yourself that the longing in his eyes was all in your head. even when you weren’t looking, you could feel the way his eyes followed you. you noticed the way he’d light a cigarette when soda would wrap his arms around you or kiss your cheek. you probably noticed more than you should. you willed yourself to keep your eyes on your man.

you and soda hit three months the week before school started up again. you’d had a good time with him, and even though he treated you like you were his world, you wanted something more from him. you didn’t know what it was, but you knew what you had wasn’t right. your friends pleaded for you to stay with him, reminding how cute and stable he was, how he treated you right. you reluctantly agreed with them, convincing yourself it’d be best to stick it out with soda if you wanted a nice senior year with a boyfriend.

the weekend before school started, buck was throwing a huge end of summer party. some of your greaser friends had asked you to go, and you’d turned them down until soda asked you. he told you he was gonna go either way because the gang was going, but he’d have a way better time if you went too. you complied, meaning friday evening you were in your room getting ready. you put on a casual outfit, jeans and a tank top, before doing your hair and makeup. you told soda you’d meet him at bucks and he agreed.

when you arrived, the sun was just beginning to set, but the party was lively. you walked inside, finding soda standing against the wall. you greeted him quickly and went to grab a drink. the night went on and you socialized with everyone, soda by your side with his hand on your waist. the red lights at bucks paired with the shit faced girls and guys screaming soon made for an overwhelming environment. you excused yourself, telling soda you were gonna step out the back for a bit. he let you go, enthralled in his conversation with steve.

when the cool night air hit your face, you let out a sigh of relief. you dug into your pocket for the joint you’d rolled before you’d left your house. you did a quick check of your surroundings, but only saw the large field that stayed on the other side of bucks. you slowed your breathing as you searched your pockets for a lighter. to your dismay, you’d left it at home.

“shit,” you muttered.

in that moment, the door to your left opened. you spinned quick, met by a familiar face.

“need a light?” the boy said.

“please,” you said.

dallas used the chain around his neck to light a match before he lit his own cigarette and then lit your joint.

“didn’t know you smoked weed,” he said, standing at your side.

“here and there,” you said, looking at the view.

“so, how’re you and ken doll?” he mocked.

“we’re fine, thanks for asking,” you said, turning to face his smug face.

“really?” he said, smiling deviously as you inhaled, “because i heard you haven’t even fucked him yet. you had no problem doing that with me.”

“well maybe i’m looking for something meaningful now,” you spat.

dallas’s smile faltered for a moment, his eyes flashing with pain.

“weren’t you looking for something meaningful with me? i just didn’t give it to you,” he said calmly, words slurring slightly from the alcohol.

your eyes prickled with tears, the memories of your time together hurting your heart.

“did you come out here just to be a major asshole or what?” you said, looking away from him and inhaling again.

he stepped closer to you, leaning against the porch fence like you. his brows were furrowed together in concern as he took in that what he said hurt you. his mind was running a million miles a minute as he looked at you.

“y/n,” he said.

you pressed your eyes together, stopping the tears from flowing out.

“what?” you said, sniffling and still not looking in his direction.

he threw his cigarette off the porch before placing his hand on your chin, turning your face towards him. you could barely look him in the eye, and when you did you could barely see him through the tears, but you noticed something in his eyes that you’d never seen before, regret.

when you didn’t pull away, he leaned forward, kissing you with a tenderness you’d never seen before. in that moment, you knew what was missing between you and soda. the sparks you felt with dallas were unlike anything you’d ever felt before. you kissed for a moment, lingering in the familiar taste of cigarettes and jack daniels before you pushed away.

“dallas, i can’t. i’m with soda now,” you said, not able to look him in the eyes.

“doll please,” he pleaded.

you’d never seen this behaviour from him before. you looked at him, a mixture of hurt and confusion coming from you. his own eyes were welling up slightly.

“dal- i- you know i can’t. i’m happy with soda, he treats me right. he doesn’t deserve this,” you said.

“don’t lie to me y/n,” he said firmly, “you think i didn’t listen to the stuff you said to me back then? i know you, you’re not happy with soda.”

“i am,” you protested, a tear slipping your eyes.

“you’re as happy as you could be with a guy like soda but you’re not satisfied,” he said.

“and you’re gonna make me happy dallas? like you did before?” you yelled, “you almost destroyed me.”

“i- i know,” he said before glancing around discreetly, “i’m sorry.”

“what?” you said, in shock.

“i fucked up,” he said.

“yeah, you did,” you scoffed.

you moved towards the door but dallas reached for your wrist. he spun you around so your back was against the wall. he placed a kiss on your lips.

“i’m begging, darling, please,” he muttered against them.

you moved your head to the side, denying him access to your lips.

“why now?” you said sternly, causing dallas to back up, “why now when i have someone who treats me right? why did you just start caring about me now?”

“now? the whole problem was that i started caring about you. i got scared and i pushed you away. it’s what i fucking do, okay? don’t tell me you didn’t know i cared about you,” he shouted, the vulnerability from the boy scaring you a little.

“dal you can’t just treat people like shit when you’re scared! was i supposed to think you cared about me when you wouldn’t even pick up the phone if i called?” you said.

“i’m sorry. please y/n, you’ve got me on my knees,” he said, searching for forgiveness

your eyes darted between his own, searching for some indicator that this was just some sick joke on his part. you wanted to feel any other way about him. you begged yourself to take his pathetic excuse and use it as a way to end your suffering, but you couldn’t. just like he knew you, you’d grown to know him too. you hated that you knew he was being sincere. you hated that you felt sympathy for him. you hated that he was right about soda. you hated how badly you wanted to kiss him.

you looked at him once more, cursing yourself for what you were about to do. in one swift motion, you grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and pulled him towards you, kissing him again. he kissed you back passionately and you could feel him smile against your lips.

“fuck you, dallas winston,” you said against his lips.

“fuck you too,” he laughed.

#dallas winston x reader #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston x you #the outsiders #Spotify

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sachirobabe · 8 months

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Chapter 4

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 3980

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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"Is it—um fuck, is it bad?" Itadori stands behind the bathroom door.

"What?! You idiot!" Nobara yells from inside, scrambling noises could be heard, "Of course it's bad." She lets out a string of curses towards Itadori.

"Are you gonna pass out?" He looks around frantically, "What do you want me to do?!"

"Go find me a damn tampon, stupid!"

Itadori looks frightened when he accidentally bumps into you, you were just going to see what the ruckus was about.

"Oh— Itadori, is everything okay?" You ask, grounding him as you put a hand on his arm.

"No! Nobara's gonna kill me." He says and runs a hand through his hair.

"What?" You say confusingly, your heart drops at the thought of Gojo's students possibly turning into a zombie. "Did she get bit?"

"What?— no, she's on her period and if I don't find her a tampon quick she's gonna kill me for sure." He clears up and awkwardly stands in the middle of the room.

"I might have one," you say and grab your backpack from the room, you push aside some clothes and don't have any luck. "There's no way I don't have a tampon or pad." You think to yourself. "Itadori, look through that bag." You point to one on the floor.

He picks it up and starts to go through each pocket, "Is this it?" He holds up a tampon.

"Yes," you laugh, "I think that's my last one though." He quickly hurried to Nobara. You guys were quickly running out of food, water wasn't too big of an issue because it had been raining almost every night.

"What's that about?" Gojo says as he walks into the room after bumping into Itadori.

"Nobara needed a tampon." You quickly explain, "Speaking of, we need a couple of things."

He sighs, "I know. Today would probably be a good day to do it." Gojo went back to the first-years to tell them that you'd all be going to get supplies today.

You hadn't been to this part of the city, you were way across and didn't have time to really get out and explore. You were putting in a jacket and zipping it up to keep you warm, adding your bow over your shoulder and some arrows across your back.

"Where'd you learn to shoot?" Megumi walks in to put his boots on.

"I went to a fair and learned to shoot a few arrows for fun," you start, smiling at the memory of having a summer fair, "but I didn't pick it back up until this happened."

He nods, "You're good at it. I would've thought that you'd been doing this for a while."

You thank him, "It was either this or nothing, guns were the first things to go."

"Yeah, we had some at first, but then we got raided by Geto and his gang." He says, tying his shoelace.

"I'm not familiar with that name." You sheepishly smile, "did he work at the school?"

He shook his head, "No, he was student here with Gojo, but things happened and he got expelled. Now he just terrorizes us when he can."

"He sounds like an asshole." You scrunch your face, "I appreciate you telling me, Megumi." He gives you a small smile and leaves the room, you follow behind him to meet the others.

Gojo carried a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, as you all walked outside you wondered what weapons the first-years carried. You made them drop them at your place, but you didn't pay much attention to them.

The gravel crunched underneath your shoes, you cautiously looked around you. It was still cold as ever, and the nights spent in the dorms were cold as well. You're surprised none of you had gotten a sore throat or sick.

"Turn left." Gojo tells the first-years.

When you saved Gojo and his group, he was the only one not engaging in the fight, you remember him saying he wasn't armed that day which confused you.

"What's going on in that head of yours, huh?" Gojo nudges your shoulder.

"That day when I saved you," you begin and he nods for you to keep going, "you said you weren't armed..why is that?"

He chuckles, "Well—since I'm the strongest and already know how to protect myself, I was giving a lesson on combat for them," he eyes his students, "And so I told them they needed to protect me."

"You trusted them?"

"Well yeah, I'm alive, right?" He brings his attention back to you.

"I was the one who kept you alive." You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, eyeing around you all, making sure everything was clear.

You two were lagging behind the group a little, Gojo placed his hand near your lower back, "Let's keep up, yeah?" You think you've been deprived of touch because his little gesture should not be giving you full body chills.

You quickly ignore your thoughts and the two of you get closer to the group. "There's a cvs pharmacy there," you point and Gojo looks. "Is it alright if I go? I'll catch up with you guys."

He chews the inside of his lip, he's not sure about splitting up. "Take Nobara with you. We'll be there." He points to a store two buildings away.

"Thank god. I can't even handle those two idiots when I'm not on my period. That was insufferable." She says and joins you.

You laugh, "I'm usually the same way." You two walk into the pharmacy and shards of class were crunching underneath you.

You motion for Nobara to stop and listen. It was dead silent, but you still had an arrow ready just in case. After a minute you two roamed inside walking down the aisles and looking for anything.

"Thank you for giving me your last tampon earlier." Nobara whispers. "I forgot that I'd be starting soon and it's kinda awkward to tell Gojo cause he makes a big deal out of everything."

"You're welcome." You laugh.

"Like last time I got my period he acted like I was dying and forced me to stay in bed, which only made me angrier." She furrows her brows.

"I know the feeling. Boys are a little dumb when it comes to anything to do with girls." You sigh, picking up some bandages and wraps on the shelf, putting them in your bag.

"Did you have a boyfriend before all of this?" She asks, zipping up your bag for you.

You eye her, "Why do you ask?"

She shrugs, "You're pretty, smart, and your personality has been the only one not to bother me. I figured some man would've swept you off your feet."

You chuckle, "I didn't have much time to be in a serious relationship," it was partially true, you also had high standards. "What about you, Itadori seems like a nice boy."

She gives you a disgusted look, "Have you seen how he eats? It's like he doesn't even breathe, just inhales the whole thing."

"I'll take that as a no," you laugh, "and megumi?"

"The first time I met him he only gave me his name, made it seem like he was too cool for anyone." She rolls her eyes. "Oh— do you think there's any left?" The feminine care aisle came into view.

"There better." You hold your breath and let it out immediately in disappointment. You bent down to look underneath the aisle and found one box of tampons. "We're gonna need a lot more than this."

"You're a doctor, don't you know any alternatives?" She sighs.

"I can only think of diapers." You say, "at least we got one."

"Let's check the back." She says and you follow, the door was surprisingly still intact, you listen carefully and it's still silent. She rummaged through some boxes and almost chokes on her saliva, "No way."

"What is it?" You drop an empty box and face her, "is that..ramen?"

"Yes." She almost tears up, "I've been craving this so badly." You put a hand on her shoulder and she sniffles, "damn hormones." She mutters.

You continue looking and find a few more scattered tampons, but other than that there was nothing else worth of value.

"I'm so glad we don't have to eat shitty soup from a can for a little." She says as you exit the store and the sky hurts your eyes from being in a dark room.

"So am I—" you stop and look to your left, a zombie was eating some dead animal. It hadn't noticed you, but you shush Nobara and force her to walk to the store the boys are in.

You walk back to back with her, she faces the front and you face the zombie, you had an arrow ready to shoot.

"We're here." She whispers in your ear and you both enter the store.

"Any luck?" Gojo's deep voice echoes and you cringe at the volume, "What?"

"There's one near the cvs we were in, it didn't notice us though." You say quieter and he nods.

"Ramen!" He whispers and his eyes light up.

"We got some tampons and bandages, but that was it." Nobara says and walks to the boys.

"We found a box of tampons too, and some medicine, but we don't really know what it's for." He motions for you to follow. He hands you a bottle and you choke, breaking into a coughing fit.

"That's for erectile dysfunction." You say.

He takes the bottle back, "I don't need those." And puts it where he found it. "Let me know if any of these are useful." He leaves you as he goes into the back to search for more stuff.

You take a few of the antibiotics in case of illnesses, but most of them were hair loss or cosmetic enhancements.

"Let's go a little further." Gojo says, "there's more stores we haven't hit."

This was the furthest you have ventured out ever, the buildings became less and less so you figured you were on the outside of the city. You eyed this building, you're wondering if this is the one Gojo was talking about that looked like military. You tug on his shirt and point.

"This is the farthest we've traveled," He says, "it also looks like military."

"We should check it out." Itadori suggests.

"At least the fence, see if it's on." Nobara joins.

"It wouldn't hurt." Gojo says as he walks up to the fence, he listens for a humming sound, but there was nothing. "Megumi, see if there's any lights on down there."

You step up to the fence with a stick in hand and lightly throw it on the fence. Nothing happens, "I don't think it's on." You turn to face Gojo.

"I don't see any lights." Megumi runs back, "The gate is over there." He points to the direction he came.

You all follow and come up to the gate, you're distracted as Gojo continues to inspect the fence, your eye catches a group of zombies coming towards you.

Nobara turns and sees what you're looking at, but she too spots another group of zombies coming from the other side. They're coming from all directions, you guys must've attracted their attention talking loudly about the fence.

"Find a way to get it opened." You say and draw your bow, hitting a zombie on the left in the head, Nobara pulls out a few throwing knives and begins to slow them down.

Gojo turns his head and sees the zombies, he knows you and Nobara are the only ones with long range weapons, so he continues to work on the fence with Itadori and Megumi.

"Are you running out of knives?" You say to Nobara.

"Yes." She clenches her teeth, "but I can use this, don't shoot me." She says and draws an axe.

"Hurry up, Gojo!" You say, slowing down the zombies from the left, Nobara seems to be doing well on her own on the right, but she begins to become circled by them. You worry about hitting her, she's too close to the zombies.

"You two keep working!" Itadori yells and he goes to help Nobara, he's wearing brass knuckles and fistfights the zombies off of Nobara, he's very effective and can take them down in basically one hit. He also draws a small knife and cuts them.

"Ready? Go!" Gojo says as he and Megumi use all their strength to move the gate open.

"It's too heavy!" Megumi yells, beginning to freak out.

"Stay calm," Gojo grounds him, "None of us will die, get ready to push again." It doesn't budge, not even after the third time. Gojo thinks quickly, "Let's jump it."

"You're crazy, there's barbed wire up there." He says.

"Just don't touch it with your hands, we have enough layers on to keep us safe." Gojo says, "I'll get you and the others up and I'll follow, okay?"

Megumi nods, stepping on Gojo's hands to lift himself up on the fence, he carefully avoids the barbed wire and makes it to the other side of the fence.

"We're jumping it, hurry!" Gojo yells at the rest of you.

"Go, I'll hold them off." You say to Nobara and Itadori, they reluctantly go and get a boost from Gojo then finishing by climbing. You're almost out of arrows, the zombies seem to be multiplying by the second.

"Y/n!" Gojo yells, you shoot one last arrow and run towards him, he boosts you up and follows right behind you, you're careful to avoid touching the barbed wire, but as you go to kick your leg over, you slip and your other leg catches the wire.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noise, you let out a shuddered breath, you finally make it to the other side and the zombies are banging and doing whatever they can to try and get in.

You hold your left leg while you're on the ground, Gojo notices that you're in pain and helps you up, you use him to steady yourself as you all get closer to the building.

The first-years ran ahead to find the opening to the building, "It's okay." He says to you, "We're almost there." You groan in pain, it's hard to see the damage done when your eyes are filled with tears, threatening to spill, you try your best to blink them away, but the stinging hurts so badly.

"Fuck where'd they go." Gojo says peeling his attention from you to his students, who disappeared. You manage to wipe away your tears and see Itadori's pink hair.

"There." You point, Gojo turns his head quickly to see Itadori waving for him. "We can go a little faster." You say, "I can handle it." He reluctantly picks up the pace, the pain worsens, but your adrenaline is so high that you're able to ignore it.

Megumi shuts the heavy door after you enter, locking it and catching his breath. His palms rest on his thighs as he's doubled over.

Gojo lessens his grip on you and you sit on the floor, tearing open your jeans where the wound is. "Itadori, the med supplies is in your bag." You say.

He fumbles as he sees the amount of blood on your clothes, Gojo takes the bag from him and takes a seat next to you. You open the bag and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol, Gojo's holding a small towel, ready to help.

"I'll tell you when to apply pressure after I pour this." You say as he nods, sweat falling from his forehead. You take a deep breath and take the cap off with your teeth, using your other hand to hold onto your thigh.

The second the liquid falls and touches your skin, you let out a strangled cry. Gojo flinches, watching your face. The multiple wounds begin to foam up, after a couple more seconds you tell Gojo to pat it down.

You bite on your hand as he increases the pressure with every pat, "That's good." You say and he removes the towel, you pour the rubbing alcohol again, it foams up less this time but the pain is the same. Gojo helps you clean the blood off of you and waits for your next instruction.

"Do you need stitches?" He asks.

You examine the wounds, only three of the cuts would need a couple of stitches, "Pass me the bag." You say and Gojo hands it to you, you grab the tools necessary and begin to stitch the first wound.

"I can't watch." Nobara says and turns away. Itadori has his hands on his head, pacing back and forth.

You try your best to not think about the pain, breathing steadily helped a little. You tied off the last stitch and rubbed some ointment on the other cuts that weren't as deep.

Gojo hands you some bandage and wraps, you carefully wrap yourself up and make sure it's secure. The pain is still there, but at least it won't get any worse.

Gojo grabs some ibuprofen and hands it to you, along with some water, you take two and swallow. Your breathing finally calms. "Thank you." You weakly smile at the white-haired man.

"You're welcome." He says, "Let's get you up." You finally look around you and see that you're all in a storage unit.

"There's a ton of food here." Megumi reports, his features soften once he sees you're all bandaged up.

"Where the hell did you go?" Nobara grabs Megumi's attention, "You just left."

"I went to make sure no zombies or other people were in here." Megumi furrows his eyebrows. "I found another door, though."

Gojo insists on helping you walk, he doesn't want the stitches to reopen, you know he's right, but it feels wrong to be a burden to him.

"We could potentially stay here. There's hella food and nobody else." Itadori says.

"Let's grab some of this just in case." Nobara says and starts to stuff her bag with food.

"I told you I heard something." An unfamiliar voice says, you all freeze in your tracks. "The gate wasn't broken so I don't think there's any zombies, Inumaki."

The four of them all turn their heads quickly, you're sure you heard a few pops as they looked. You're face to face with a panda and another boy.

"What're you— Gojo?" The panda says, the group of them all reunite and hug.

"Who's she?" The other boy signs, you knew a little bit of sign language so you understood.

"This is Y/n, she's a doctor and helped us a couple days ago." Gojo smiles as he signs and talks out loud at the same time.

The two nod and introduce themselves as Panda and Inumaki. You're unsure how he's an actual Panda, but nobody thought an apocalypse would happen.

"Is it just you two?" Megumi says.

"No, we have Nanami, Maki, and Shoko." Panda says and motions for you all to follow. "Is she hurt?" He refers to you.

Gojo stands by your side and is assisting you, "We got trampled by zombies outside the fence, so we had to climb over and she got caught on the barbed wire." He explains.

"Wait, you climbed?" Panda says surprised.

"Yeah.. the fence wasn't on." Itadori chuckles.

"It's supposed to be on." Inumaki signs and glares at Panda, the two argue as you all walk further into the place.

Gojo checks up on you every couple of minutes, you assure him the painkillers are kicking in and it doesn't hurt as much, but he's still worried.

"No way." A tall blonde man says. "I can't even get away from you in an apocalypse." He scoffs, but then brings Gojo in for a short hug. "How'd you get in?"

Gojo explained everything and introduced you to the rest of the group, Maki seemed a little suspicious since you're already injured, but Gojo assured that you'd be an asset.

"You run into Geto and his gang yet?" Nanami says and takes a seat back on one of the long tables.

"He's raided us twice back at the school, luckily both times we were gone." Megumi explains, "What had you all been up to?"

"We've been traveling to different radio towers, I'm sorry we hadn't came to look for you guys. We should've gone to the school." Nanami says, his deep voice echoes in the room.

"Don't sweat it," Gojo waves his hand, "How far do you travel?"

"Sometimes for weeks, walking is no joke now." Nanami sighs, "There's army vehicles here, but I've been hesitant to use them because of the attention it brings."

"I say fuck it and we just use them. We can protect ourselves." Maki says, "there's hella guns and ammunition."

"You guys have guns?" You say, "Why haven't you used them?"

"We do when we go to radio towers, but it's risky, gangs are getting tough so we try to stay here for safety." Nanami shortly explains.

You nod, the rest of the group catches up and some plans are made for the next couple of days. You excuse yourself to clean your wounds and change your bandages.

Panda kindly shows you where the restroom is, it reminds you of a dormitory, the showers are all in the same place, separated by walls and shower curtains but you can still see everything.

The restrooms are separate, thankfully. You limp and set down your necessities. You sit on the toilet seat and begin to unravel the wrap and bandages, you're a little startled when Gojo appears in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "I'm here to help." He smiles, "how're you feeling?"

"It's alright, still hurts, but it's not infected." You hand him a new towel and he prepares for you to spill the liquid over your wounds.

You grip the counter as the stinging intensifies, Gojo blows some air on the wound, it helped, but not much. "Now." You say and he lightly applies pressure, you go for another round on the rubbing alcohol, you lightly sniff, tearing up a little from the sting.

Gojo places the towel on your thigh again, you never realized how large his hands were, you already know they're freezing.

"Can.. you teach me how to wrap?" He asks, "in case I have to for the students or something."

"Sure." You grab the bandages first and show him where to place it. You explain the cleaning processes and everything.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" He stops before grabbing hold of your thigh, you nod and he continues, you flinch a little and he retracts his hand quickly, "I'm sorry—"

"No no, it doesn't hurt." You assure, "Your hands are just freezing." He chuckles, his fluffy hair falling over his forehead, it's quite long, you wonder how it looked before the apocalypse.

He carefully wraps your thigh, he asks about 50 times if it's too tight, but it's just right. "I could so be a doctor." He cockily says.

"Yeah?" You challenge and slowly stand, you're taken back from his height and size.

He eyes you, "Yeah," giving you a wide smile, "I'm good, right? I patched you up."

"Actually, you could've worn some gloves. And maybe wash your hands—oh and—”

He brings his palm to your mouth, covering it easily. His eyes were now aligned with yours, before he could respond, there was a knock at the door.

"Um, dinners ready." Itadori says. You both awkwardly smile and he assists you in walking back. Your heart was beating quick, you're not used to proximity anymore. That's why you're feeling like this, you just have to get used to his presence.

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featherandferns · 1 year

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how about 16 and 27 jj x f!reader fluff?

thank you! i love your work🫶

16. Please, you know you missed me.

27. I kissed you because I wanted to. Dumbass.

Not sure if I did this incredible prompt pairing justice but here we go anyway! Hope this is okay <3 Also, the reader's from New England because...because.

Dumbass - prompt 16 and prompt 27

JJ crashes onto the floor, groaning and yelping simultaneously. A Pitbull barks in his face. Licks up his cheek and scrambles his stubby legs over JJ’s body as if he’s some human climbing frame. The moment JJ has him by the scruff of the neck, holding him back, he recognises the dog.

“Diesel,” he breathes. The dog barks happily as if knowing his own name.

JJ’s not sure why it took him so long to realise it was him – there’s no other dog that seems to have taken to JJ quite as much as Diesel. The realisation that it’s your dog lovingly ambushing him has JJ glancing around, because you can’t be far behind too.

And yes, there you are, jogging over, smiling and laughing and dazzling in the July heat. Seeing you again brings an abundance of emotions. Joy, no doubt, but sadness too. You’ve somehow gotten prettier over the months and perhaps more unattainable, if that was even possible. JJ can’t help but run his eyes along your body as you approach. They settle back on your face when you pause before him.

“Diesel, get off,” you laugh, pulling your dog away.

“I didn’t know you were back yet,” JJ tells you, still lying on the floor.

“Just got here yesterday,” you reply.

Holding Diesel by the collar, you extend out a hand and help JJ up. Damn it, did he miss you.

“And you waited until now to come say hi?”

You roll your eyes. “I was putting off the joy of your company.”

“Please, you know you missed me,” JJ winks, cocky and self-assured in a way that he rarely is around you; too self-conscious and overcome with nerves.

You tug him onto his feet. Smile turns somewhat meek. “Yeah, yeah.”

JJ joins you on the dog walk. Diesel keeps whipping his head around his chunky body, as if in disbelief that JJ’s there by your side. JJ knows the feeling. Every time you head back home, he wonders if the summer the two of you just spent together might be the last one. It’s a shitty feeling. One that comes from a fear of abandonment no doubt, as everyone who leaves in JJ’s life tends to leave for good. It’s only a matter of time before you do too. That’s why he’s never pursued you, no matter how much he knows he wants to. No girl has ever made his heart stammer the way you do; has played in his mind year-long, even when you’re miles and miles away. It’s fucking terrifying, to be so at mercy to a person, and it scares him off because you’re this impermanent thing, never fully in his orbit. Losing you would hurt too badly.

You come every summer to stay with your grandparents who live on The Cut. JJ doesn’t know much about your homelife except that your parents suck: your dad is a serial cheater and your mum is a pushover drunk. No siblings to fall back on and a messy friendship group that you have told him several times doesn’t compare to the people on The Cut. Why you don’t just move in with your grandparents is beyond him. The two of you get into some sort of conversation about it every time you’re back in the Outer Banks.

The two of you eventually wander to the chateau. The rest of the Pogues are outside, gleeful to see you and reunite, and JJ reluctantly shares your company with them. John B’s hounding you about the waves back home and Pope is chatting away about college possibilities. Kiara is telling you how she knew you were coming today - that her horoscope predicted that an old friend would return - and Sarah (new to you but somehow already familiar) dotes on your dog. Soon enough, beers are pulled out and joints are rolled, and yourself and the gang fall into cheerful chatter. JJ takes the spot next to you.

“So, wait, wait, remind me when you met these guys again,” Sarah says to you. She’s giggly and drunk.

“Um…” Your brain seems to lag with the booze a moment. “Maybe five years ago?”

“Damn!”

“Yep, she’s been around forever,” John B says.

“When she isn’t running back up north,” Kiara drops in. You stick your tongue out at her.

“So, wait, then,” Sarah frowns and looks between yourself and JJ. He quirks a brow. For some reason, his chest begins to sink, as if something bad is on the horizon. “Wait! Is this ‘New England Girl’!?”

“Huh?” you frown, looking to JJ.

Deer caught in headlights. He washes away the shock on his face with a long swig of beer.

“What’s ‘New England Girl’?” you ask, looking back to Sarah.

The rest of the Pogues have come to an uncomfortable silence. It seems they all want to stop Sarah but aren’t quite sure how without overstepping. It’s like watching a car accident from a rooftop.

“You know, this girl that JJ met a while ago and has been pining after for, like…Well, forever, according to John B,” Sarah slurs.

JJ narrows his eyes on his now former best friend. John B bristles under the glower.

“Wha…”

You look to JJ as if waiting for him to clear up that it’s a misunderstanding. That Sarah is somehow referring to another girl from New England who had JJ’s heart in a headlock. He clears his throat and looks down at his beer, messing with the peeling label. He knows he should laugh it off and meet your gaze, but he doesn’t think he can stomach any of that right now.

“JJ?”

“I need a refill,” he promptly deflects.

Rising to his feet, JJ makes a quick bee-line to the house. The sound of footsteps crunching on the sun scorched grass behind him tells him someone’s in tow, and he would bet his board that it’s you.

“Slow down, would you?”

“For what?” JJ replies.

He opens the fridge and grabs another bottle. Shit. Now he has nothing else to do but face you.

Your arms are folded over your chest, expression somewhat bemused. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or bad thing yet. JJ takes a gulp of the bitter beer.

“So, am I?”

He quirks a brow as if he has no idea what you’re talking about. His heart feels like it might thrum out of his chest and the weed is turning his high into paranoia and anxiety. Yikes.

“‘New England Girl’,” you clarify with the cringey nickname they’d donned you as, years ago.

JJ sighs. “Sarah’s drunk.”

“So?”

“Look, I don’t wanna make things weird, alright?”

“Why would it be weird?” you frown, taking a step nearer.

JJ has another drink. “Because. We’ve known each other for ages and you only come here for like three months max, and I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship.”

“Well, what if that wasn’t true?”

JJ frowns too. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sigh, steeling yourself. “I mean I finally took your advice. I talked to my grandparents and stuff and they said I can do senior year here, in Kildare, with you guys.”

Is he tripping? Did JJ hit his head on the porch steps and is now hallucinating? JJ frowns deeper and clears his throat, correcting his stance. You must’ve moved closer because he can smell your perfume now. Sweet and sticky.

“You’re moving here?”

“Mhm. In September”

“Oh.”

“So, would that change things?”

“I don’t really get how.”

You pluck the bottle from JJ’s hands and take a sip. Holding his gaze, you shrug, tentatively offering it back.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a dumb summer fling or a long-distance thingy. We could just try it out, for real,” you quietly say. There’s a hesitancy as you try to maintain eye contact.

JJ swallows. His heart should’ve given out by now, with how fast it’s pumping.

“Try what out?”

With that, you impatiently roll your eyes, shove the bottle into his hold, grab his face with both hands and pull his lips to yours. It’s awkward and clumsy and confusing, but it isn’t bad. JJ’s delinquent brain finally catches on and he kisses you back, subconsciously slipping a hand to rest on your waist. And it’s good. It’s perfect. It’s a fucking daydream and—

JJ pulls away abruptly. Puts a healthy three steps between the two of you. “What’re you doing?”

Your eyebrows raise. “I mean, I was kissing you.”

“We can’t…We shouldn’t…”

As JJ stammers you approach him again. There’s a soft smile on your face. You’re gentle like a summer breeze and vibrant like a blooming flowerbed in spring.

“I don’t need you to kiss me cause you feel sorry for me,” JJ suddenly says.

With the edge to his tone, he’d expect you to stop. To roll your eyes and walk away because it isn’t worth all this fuss. It’s just a bit of fun to you. A way to discover for yourself that this isn’t what you want and to appease JJ’s crush that you now know he’s had for quite some time.

But you don’t. If anything, you laugh, quiet and subdue, like you know he’s full of shit. Which you probably do: you’ve known JJ for quite some time now.

When you slot a hand against his jaw, guiding his gaze down to you, you lean forward to speak against his lips.

“I didn’t kiss you cause I felt sorry for you, JJ,” you quietly say. “I kissed you because I wanted to. Dumbass.”

With that, when you press your lips to JJ’s for the second time that night, he doesn’t try to wriggle away. Why would he? Everything’s finally fallen into place.

#jj #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #request #jj drabble #jj x reader drabble #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank x reader drabble #obx #obx drabble #outer banks #outer banks drabble #drabbles #drabble #prompts #16 #27

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thesuperiorgenshinaddict · 5 months

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Can I ask for an Emily x reader from class of 09?

Emily x GN! Reader

AN: yo w i fuckin love emily. literally the goat. tbh i highly doubt emily would date anyone who's not actually at least mildly insane so i'm gonna make reader kinda fucked up yk :thumbsup: Pairing: Emily x GN! Reader Warnings: Drug use, Codependence, Unhealthy relationships, Violence, idk just expect similar shit to the stuff in class of '09

HCs:

The two of you met when you were trying to find a plug to hook you up with some Addy's. It was pretty fucking surprising that you hadn't gotten your hands on some already, but that was mainly because you didn't want to die on the side of the road after downing some fake laced shit.

Emily was apparently a solid dealer. Sold for decent prices and gave discounts to people she liked more and it was pretty easy to ask her. You literally just walked up to her locker with a wad of cash and she tossed you a half-empty pill bottle and talked with you for a hot minute.

Somehow, you managed to win her over by bitching about Ms. Ames once and the two of you spent a shit ton of time together. Like, a LOT of time. Skipping classes together, going to the mall and selling crack, even sleepovers (that had way too much tension to be considered platonic).

After she stopped taking her anti-psychotics, she went full on batshit. All the shit about Emily being actually insane that all the bitchy kids were talking about? Fuck, they weren't lying. Emily was defending you with her fucking life. Fucking Jeffrey called you the lamest insult known to man and she practically jumped that fuckass.

Even though you guys were literally saying 'I love you' to each other like, 9 times a day, she was just your friend. Supposedly anyway.

Honestly, you highkey started thinking that you'd be 'just friends' forever until her gang boyfriend got his old ass hands on a huge fucking package of crack. You told her to sell it because some dumbass middle schooler would probably pay their life savings for half a gram, but of course, she doesn't listen.

Normally this shit would be mild as fuck but her parents were acting up and being bitchy whiny fucks so Emily had the genius idea of snorting a concoction of whatever mystery substances she had on hand and like half the entire supply of coke.

She was fucking blasted as fuck and she had the dead fish eye shit going on when she just started being weirdly clingy and she gave a violent but oddly heartfelt confession. It was like highkey concerning because of the sheer number of threats she not so subtly inserted in but it was endearing in its own twisted way.

Her words were slurred and the entirety of the little speech she gave could be summarized as the same shit she told Nicole in that one route but more sociopathic sounding???

Anyway boom I'm gonna put HC's on what it's like dating her now.

She probably wouldn't bother telling anyone that you two are dating, but it's so obvious. Like, everyone knows.

If someone says one thing that can be taken as offensive in the slightest to you, Emily will fucking pounce on the asshole and curb stomp them. She'd act all nonchalant about it afterwards.

Since a ton of the other people in the school have beef with her, if you defend her and slander the shit out of them, she'll be super happy about it.

Free drugs. She's not worried about OD'ing at all and takes smoke breaks with you all the time when skipping.

You guys have sleepovers like, everyday. Not even an exaggeration at this point. If your parents or her parents try to tell her no, she curses them out. If they're being particularly bold, she goes through with the slashing tires shit and is on the verge of actually beating the shit out of them.

If you ever get her a gift that she actually likes, she's going to constantly flex it. Get her a nice necklace or something and she'll literally never take it off.

Choose your words carefully. She's going to get pissed as fuck if you say one thing that she considers harsh. Drabble time woohoo "...Fuck, this is totally laced." Emily groaned, leaning her face onto her palm. She ran her free hand through her hair. Diverting her gaze from blankly staring at the table, she stared at you and raised an eyebrow. She opened and closed her mouth as if she lost her train of thought before giggling and leaning closer to you. "I love you. Like, I love love you. I'd kill anyone who even dares to be a bitch to you. I'd kill myself if you asked me to." She nonchalantly says. Batting her eyes, Emily firmly tugs you closer to her. She coyly twirls her hair around her finger while pursing her lips — and she's like 2 centimeters away from violently making out with you. What do her lips taste like? Xanax probably. Fuck, she's actually so pretty. "You're not gonna say it back?" She pouts. She's clearly high off her ass right now. At this distance, you notice the little minute details, like how she painted her nails today and how her mascara's just slightly fucked up. With a hesitant 'I love you too', she digs her nails into your shoulders and pulls you in for a kiss. She's acting almost rabid and she desperately wraps her arms around your torso and breathes into your lips. Slipping her tongue in, she pushes you onto the couch and pins your shoulders down. After what feels like a long ass time, she parts the kiss and takes heavy breaths while staring down at you. "Can I stay the night at your place?" AN: lmfao sorry that took a lil while my internet was freaking the fuck out. anyway this was fun as fuck thank youuuu :3

#class of 09 #emily class of 09 #class of 09 emily

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justagalwhowrites · 1 year

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Beskar Doll - Ch. 29: Homecoming

You arrive on Tatooine and learn more about the quarry - and your past. A continuation of Beskar Doll ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 6.3k

“Mando!” A small woman with curly brown hair was waiting for you at the bottom of the ramp when you exited the Razor Crest. “Starting to wonder when I’d see your… well, not face, around here again!”��

She shooed away the droids who were starting to swarm the ship.

“C’mon you guys, you know the drill!” She said. “No droids on the Razor Crest!”

You glanced up at the Mandalorian, hoping for some indication of who this woman was, the kid tight in your arms. There was a sinking knot in your stomach. What if she was one of his “women who were interested.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. It didn’t matter. Shouldn’t matter. It’s not like the man had made you any promises. He didn’t owe you anything. You owed him, in fact. She noticed you there, then.

“And you brought a friend!” She looked you up and down. “That’s a first.”

“Peli, this is Essa,” Mando looked at you. “We’re working together.”

“Remember what happened the last time you tried to take on an aspiring bounty hunter?” She asked. “You really want to do that again, do ya?”

“This is… different,” Din muttered.

“What happened last time?” You frowned up at him.

“I’ll explain later,” he began but Peli cut him off.

“He got betrayed, me and the kid got captured and he almost blew up my shop getting us out!”

“I didn’t… it was a flash grenade.”

“He tell you he just left the kid on the ship?” She asked.

“You did what!” You demanded, rounding on him. He sighed and flexed his fingers.

“Doll…”

“Doll?” Peli looked between the two of you. “Oh ho! This is different, huh? Yeah I bet it’s different…”

“Maker…” Din sighed.

“I owe him,” you said, trying to save him some embarrassment. And whatever his relationship with this woman might be. “And we’re here on business.”

“Business that you could help with, Peli,” Mando said.

“Well, you know the deal, Mando,” she said. “But I’ll give you a discount if I get to hold the womp rat.”

She reached for the kid who reached back. You glanced at the Mandalorian who just gave you a nod and you handed the baby to her. He chattered away happily and she smiled, looking at him with pure adoration. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. Even if he wasn’t a Jedi, he would be special.

“Sure, yeah, tell me all about it,” Peli said, turning and heading out of the hanger. Before you had a chance to ask Mando what next, she turned back. “Well? Ya comin’?”

Mando put his hand on your lower back and you glanced up at him, confused, but obediently followed Peli, the Mandalorian at your side.

Din was hyper alert as you left the hanger and into the city. You hadn’t spent much time in Mos Eisley but it felt familiar from your time on Tatooine. Same grime and disrepair, same criminal undercurrent, same buzzing jumble of lifeforms. He kept his hand on your back, fingers splayed wide against you, as Peli led you to a bar not far from the hanger.

“Usual for me,” she called to the bartender as she sat down at a table, setting the kid on top of it. “Broth for the kid and…” she looked you over for a second. “Gardulla for Mando’s friend. He’s paying.”

You stifled a laugh as the kid toddled across the table to you. You looked to Mando to say something when you felt it. A flash of feeling from the child - pride, happiness and excitement - but you weren’t looking at him. You quickly turned to find his eyes but he was too busy watching your hands that you’d offered as guides for him across the table. The feeling left.

“That’s new,” you said softly.

“What?” Mando asked.

“Tell you later,” you said, not looking at him, eyes on the kid.

“So Mando,” Peli said. “What brings you out our way?”

“Know anything about the Hakki Syndicate?” He asked. “Supposedly a gang that operates here. Not sure what they traffic in or where, but our quarry is embedded with them.”

“Oh Mando, you know how to pick ‘em,” she said as the bartender brought everything to the table. The mug she put in front of you was bigger than you would have ordered, especially for something you didn’t know. Peli watched you for a moment, so you picked it up and had a sip. It was strong enough that it made you wince for a moment but a sip seemed to satisfy Peli, and she went on. “They mostly deal in weapons - lots of thermal detonators and the like. They’re still pretty new but they’re big, gaining people all the time.”

You took another drink. You were starting to think you were going to need it.

“Where can we find them.” Din asked without asking. Good to know he did that with people who weren’t you. Maybe he only did it with women he’d fucked. The knot appeared in your stomach again. You took a bigger, longer drink. Maybe you did need a mug this size.

“Not sure,” she shrugged. “Heard they’re in Beggar’s Canyon in one of the cave systems up that way, but who knows.”

“When did they move in?” You asked, frowning.

“Not long ago,” she shrugged. “Think I first heard of ‘em two years back or so?”

You nodded slowly. You’d lived not too far from Beggar’s Canyon, never heard of the Hakki Syndicate. Another big drink.

“Your quarry better be worth all that trouble, Mando,” she shook her head. “Maybe you should leave our little green friend with me…”

“No,” he said, tone oddly blunt, even for him.

“What!” She said. “I promise I’ll give him back! You can’t just leave him in the ship, Mando…”

“Between Essa and I, we can watch him on hunts,” he said.

“We should go by my old house,” you said without really thinking about it. It kind of surprised you, blinking for a second, head light. Mando looked down at you. You tried to salvage it. “If it’s still uninhabited, could work as a good base of operations. It’s near Beggar’s Canyon.”

“Didn’t know you were a local girl!” Peli looked you up and down again. “Don’t seem like you’re from Tatooine…”

“Left a few years back,” you said, drinking more.

“Could work,” Mando shrugged. “Assuming you don’t have ulterior motives…”

“Don’t know what you mean,” you fidgeted with the mug.

“We’re here for a quarry, Doll, not…”

“I know why we’re here,” you didn’t look at him but you felt his eyes on you.

“Doll again, eh?” Peli asked, smirking. “So how long’s this been goin’ on?”

“It’s not…” Din began but you cut him off.

“He started calling me Doll as a way to get under my skin,” you stuck your chin out defiantly. “What was it the first time, Mando? You called me Doll because dolls are ‘decorative, useless things that sit in pretty dresses and take up space?’”

He paused until you looked up at him.

“Yes.”

You nodded once, satisfied, and looked back to Peli.

“That was a while ago,” you shrugged, taking another long drink of whatever it was that Peli had ordered you.

The baby cooed, his ears drooping so you looked at him. His eyes met yours. He was worried. You gave him a smile and held out your finger to him to hold. He took it, but it didn’t seem to ease his feelings much.

“Do you have a speeder we can use?” Mando asked, turning his attention back to Peli.

“For a price,” she smirked. “But it’s the best one in Mos Eisley, won’t find a faster speeder that’s safe and stable. Worked on it myself, Mando, rebuilt it with minimal droid labor…”

You downed the rest of the mug and had to sit all the way back in the booth. Your head spun.

You’d been drunk plenty of times before in your life but nothing quite like this. You felt oddly loose, you’d only had the one drink but your mind just kind of drifted, not able to really latch onto any one thing. Your head slipped to Mando’s shoulder.

“What did you order her.” He sounded irritated.

“You’re way harder to read than the kid is,” you looked up at him. “You know that? It’s very frustrating, he’s an open book and you’re…” You gestured vaguely in his direction. “I get nothing from you, absolutely nothing. Exhausting.”

“Gardulla,” Peli laughed. “Famous for loosening the mind. Want to find out if your protégée is going to betray you like the last one did? Now’s your shot, Mando!”

You scoffed.

“Not going to get shit out of me,” your head dropped back to the Mandalorian’s shoulder. It was cool, comfortable. You liked it there. “I was trained to withstand Imperial torture droids, you think a little booze is going to get a secret out of me? Guess again.”

“I’m not worried about her betraying me,” Din growled, hands clenched into fists on the table top. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t drug my associates without my knowledge…”

“Just trying to look out for my buddy,” Peli said. “You’ve got a little one to look after, can’t just be trusting people you pick up just anywhere.”

“You’re comfortable,” you glanced up at him. He sighed. “What? I thought you should know, wasn’t sure if I’d ever told you that. Probably why I fall asleep on you so much. Does that bother you? I should have asked sooner if it bothered you…”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he growled. You frowned.

“Sounds like it bothers you.”

He sighed. Peli and the kid laughed.

“You said Imperial torture droids,” Peli turned her attention to you. “Now why’d you need that kind of training?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snorted. Din sighed again.

“I’m getting her back to the ship before you try to talk her into doing something stupid,” he growled. “Watch the kid. I’ll be back.”

He looped an arm behind you and got you out of the booth, keeping an arm around you as he guided you out of the cantina and back toward the hanger.

“I really don’t need you to walk me back, you know,” you protested.

“You’re not going back on your own,” he said. “And apparently Peli can’t be trusted to behave…”

“I could have kept quiet while you did your thing,” you said, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He didn’t let you. “You don’t have to worry about me telling her about what you and I get up to when we’re alone, it’s fine, I can keep my mouth shut. I’m actually very good at that.”

“Why would I care if she knew about that, Doll.” He turned you in toward the hanger, the Razor Crest sitting right where you’d left it.

“Because. I don’t want to fuck up whatever other…” you searched for the right word. “Arrangements you have. I know my place, I’ll stay in it. I’m a vault, Mando, ask me anything and I won’t tell you.”

“What other arrangements?” He lowered the ramp. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Vault,” you replied. He sighed, guiding you up the ramp. He led you to his bed and set you down on it.

“Stay here,” he said, handing you a data pad. “Read or something. Don’t touch anything and for fuck’s sake don’t leave the ship.”

“Did you know that I like you way more than I should?” You held the data pad to your chest, like armor. He cocked his head at you.

“What do you mean.”

“I mean,” you mimicked his tone. He sighed. “That when I’ve paid you back and you’re tired of hauling me around, it’s really going to hurt when you leave me wherever it is you’re leaving me. I need to figure this out by then. Still do it, by the way, I’m not saying don’t do it. I’m just saying that I like you too much for it.”

He looked at you for a moment.

“I have to go,” he said eventually.

“Have fun with Peli. She seems interested,” you said, tone a little bitter. He sighed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he looked you up and down. “We’ll discuss it once… whatever that was is out of your system. Stay. Put.”

“Stay. Put.” You mocked him, moving your head dramatically. He just sighed and left, closing the door behind him.

You passed out at some point, waking up to the Mandalorian opening the door, light flooding in.

“Ow,” you groaned, covering your eyes with your hand.

“Feeling better?”

“Mostly,” you muttered. “What the fuck was that? I had one drink…”

“Wasn’t your fault,” he said. “Peli got you something famous for its ‘mind loosening’ qualities.”

“What did I say?” Your eyes were wide, scrambling to remember something - anything - between sitting down at the cantina table and when you woke up back on the ship.

“You insisted you were vault,” Din said. “Don’t worry, we didn’t get anything out of you.”

“Thank the maker for that,” you sighed. He was watching you, you could feel his eyes lingering on you, his helmet slightly cocked. You weren’t sure why. You shifted awkwardly. “Know enough about where we’re headed?”

“Peli arranged a meeting for us with a contact in Mos Espa,” he said. “She felt bad enough about you that she didn’t even charge me for it. Will Mos Espa cause any problems for you?”

“That is where I beat a man to death but it’s been a few years,” you said wryly. “Also where you picked me up the first time.”

“I remember.”

You wondered what he’d thought of you the first time he saw you. It was hard to believe how you felt about him now when you remembered your first impression of him - that he wasn’t to be trusted, that he was dangerous, all but Imperial. And now…

Now you really needed to figure out how to not be so attached to him. This was going to end badly.

“You said you’d tell me something later,” he said after a moment. “I’m not sure what you remember from before you started drinking…”

It took you a second to remember.

“The kid!” You said, standing up - a bit too quickly. You stumbled and Din caught you. You kept moving past him, looking for the child. “It was so strange, I’ve always needed to make eye contact with him to feel anything from him, but today there was a moment where I felt it when I wasn’t even looking in his direction… where is he?”

“You’re sure it was him?” He asked, following behind you.

“It felt exactly like every other time it had happened,” you replied. “I’m sure. Where…”

You closed your eyes and relaxed for a second, trying to see if you could feel him again, get an idea of where he was. There was a flash of it - something intense - but you were able to locate it.

“What…” Din began. You ignored him, following where the feeling had come from. The kid was in his pod near the gate of the Crest, asleep. His little mouth was twitching. He was dreaming.

“Yeah, that’s new,” you said softly, looking down at him.

“It happened again.”

You nodded, still watching the child.

“I think I need to seek it out if it’s not a strong enough feeling,” you said. “But he’ll throw it at me if he feels strongly enough about it. And I can feel where he is when it happens.”

“That’s…” Din paused.

“Yeah,” you said eventually, looking up at him. “What does this mean?”

“We need to find a Jedi,” he sighed. “He must be getting stronger and I don’t know how to help him.”

You nodded, looking back at the sleeping baby.

“We get through these quarries,” you said. The thought of him struggling to understand his power, navigating the mystery of what he was alone made your chest ache. “Then we find a Jedi. There has to be at least one left. I still have some connections, some favors I can call in. Someone has to know a Jedi somewhere.”

You gathered what you’d need to hunt and left the ship, Peli promising to make droid-free repairs on the Razor Crest while you were gone on her speeder.

It was a tight fit - supplies and the kid’s pod strapped to the back, the three of you on the seat - and you were relieved it wasn’t you driving the damn thing. Din got on first and you climbed on behind him, tucking the kid between your bodies.

“Patu,” he looked up at you. He was confused.

“New way of travel, buddy,” you smiled down at him and stroked his little head. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”

It seemed to satisfy him. You pulled yourself as close to Din as you could get, your body curving around the kid’s as you put your arms around the Mandalorian’s broad body as far as you could reach.

“Bring that kid back in one piece, Mando!” Peli shook a wrench at him. “I mean it!”

Din just sighed but gave her a nod before taking the speeder out town and into the desert.

***

It took a few hours to reach Mos Espa but Din didn’t want to move the Razor Crest. He trusted Peli to do good work. And likely overcharge him for it. But he was willing to pay a bit more to have work he could rely on. And he didn’t mind the trip.

You were wrapped tightly around him, hanging onto him like your life depended on it. Which, at the speed you were traveling, it did. But he liked you clutching him close, your warm body pressed against his, your legs around him. There was part of him - no small part - that thrived on you needing him, on feeling it this way. Yes, you were strong and you were powerful and, as he raced with you across the desert, you were counting on him to keep you safe. There was an intimacy to it he soaked up, that you were willing to rely on him at all.

“I like you way more than I should.” That’s what you’d told him when in your Gardulla-addled state. You’d seemed to have forgotten it - and he knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t tell him a damn thing about it now. But he almost liked that you felt that way. He didn’t fully understand it. But you liked being around him. You didn’t want to leave. You’d said as much. He smiled a bit behind the helmet.

The cantina in Mos Espa was quiet, only a handful of patrons. Din scanned the room, eyes briefly stopping on the table you’d been at when he first saw you. He’d already made your father for the man he was looking for, but you’d made him, too. Recognized him as a threat and positioned yourself to intervene. It had seemed foolish to him, at the time, but he knew now that he’d underestimated you. It was enough that he was sure that you’d have bested at least his first strike if he’d tried to attack. If you were smart, that would be enough to at least get your father out alive - undoubtably your goal. You’d been small and soft and beautiful - to the point that he’d all but resented you immediately. But he’d been too taken with you to say no. Even from the beginning, part of him had seen you for what you were.

A man in the corner made eye contact and gave him a stiff nod and Din made his way to the table.

“Mando,” he said in greeting. “Peli said you’d be by. Looking for local information?”

“The Hakki Syndicate,” Mando said, taking a seat across from him. You sat down beside him, the kid on your lap. “Heard they operate out of Beggar’s Canyon.”

“Aye,” the man nodded. “What about them?”

“Any more precise a location than that?” You asked. “Beggar’s Canyon is a big place.”

“Specifics will cost you,” he said, looking you up and down. Din’s jaw clenched.

“We can negotiate a price when you know the information we want and can guarantee it,” you said, keeping a tight hold on the child. His little fingers were wrapped around one of your hands.

“Why do you need it?” He asked.

“Guild business,” Din said.

“We need better location information,” you said. “The cave systems there are too jumbled and not all connected. Going in blind will take too long.”

“And when they find out I gave you the information?” He asked.

“They won’t.” Din’s voice had a finality to it that made the man swallow, hard.

“500 credits,” he said.

“200,” Din countered.

“450.”

“225.”

“300,” the man was watching you, his eyes shifty. Din pulled out the credits and put them on the table. The man quickly pocketed them.

“There are four or so entrances at the north end of the canyon,” he said. “I’m not sure which one they use, but they’re by a Krayt dragon skeleton. They’ll be in there. But these guys… they’re dangerous.”

“How dangerous?” You asked.

“They moved in a few years back,” he said. “Got in good with the Hutts by taking care of some of their old business, wiped a few whole families off the map. Now they won’t step in, let them do damn near whatever they want as long as they don’t eat into Hutt business.”

Din felt you stiffen beside him.

“Know anything about the Barktan family?” You asked. Din heard the strain in your voice.

“Moisture farmers up that way?” He asked. You nodded. “Yeah, took them out. I just don’t want it to be mine next.”

“It won’t be,” you said, your voice cold, jaw tight.

Din thanked the man for the information and guided you from the cantina, your grip still tight on the child who looked at him with concern.

“Doll,” he said quietly.

“I’m killing them,” you said. It was like you were looking through him, past him. As though you couldn’t focus on anything right in front of you. “Anyone who was involved, anyone who hurt them. I’m going to kill them.”

He put a hand on your shoulder, hoping to ground you. He wasn’t sure that it made a difference.

“Let’s go, Doll.”

You gave him coordinates to your home when you lived here and you wrapped around him again, body taught and tense against his. The baby cooed.

It seemed that no one had been in your home since your parents’ deaths. The sand had piled up outside the front door and gathered on the farming equipment. You looked at the small, domed house, the stark white of it standing in contrast to the orange of the sand, a dune rising in the distance.

You stepped off the bike without really looking, holding the child to your chest, clinging to him, and walked slowly toward the front door. It was almost like you were in a trance, totally unaware of anything else around you. You brushed a panel clear of sand and entered a code and the door opened, the sand spilling inside as it did. You ignored it, walking in. Din followed.

You didn’t make it far in the door before you dropped to your knees, arms tight around the child, a strangled sob ripping from your throat. Din realized what you were looking at. For a second, it looked like a scene from any home, just one the family had stepped away from. The table was set, ready for a meal. It was as though the occupants had gone to answer the door for an unexpected guest.

But there were small things wrong with it. One of the chairs was unnaturally askew. A cup lay on its side. And there was a splatter of red on the counter.

“Doll,” he said gently. He knelt beside you, his hands on your shoulders.

“I should have been here,” you wouldn’t look at him. “It should have been me.”

“That isn’t what they would have wanted.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter what they wanted,” you bit out. “It was me they were after, me who pissed them off. I was the only reason we were even on this fucking planet to begin with. It was me that should have died, not them.”

“They’d prefer this, Doll,” he said gently. A tear slipped down your cheek, eyes still on the table. “They wanted you to live.”

“I should have been better,” you were trembling. “I should have found a way to stay, found a way to fix it, found a way to have never had to come here to begin with. I fucked it up, Din, I broke it all and they died…”

He just held onto you, feeling you fall to pieces in his arms and not able to do a damn thing about it. You kept a firm grip on the child who kept giving you soft coos but couldn’t do much else. Din wasn’t sure what changed, but he felt something in you shift. You tilted your head up toward the ceiling, your eyes closed, lips pressed together in a thin line. You forced a deep, shaky breath before looking at the table again. You’d stopped shaking, your body rigid.

“I’m going to find them,” you sounded numb. “I’m going to hurt them.”

“We should go,” he said, but you pulled yourself from his grip.

“This is a good base of operations,” your voice was still empty. “We aren’t going to go sit in the desert because I can’t handle myself.”

“Doll…”

“It’s fine.”

You got up, still holding the child, and went deeper into the house. Din followed closely behind you, ready to catch you if some other horror was waiting for you there. But there was nothing else out of place, your parents’ room dusty but untouched, as was your own.

“We’ll start in the morning,” Din said. “It’s too late to start hunting today.”

“Are you saying that because you don’t trust me to behave?” You asked.

“We’re losing daylight,” he nodded to the window. “Tomorrow, Doll.”

Din left you sitting on your bed and brought in everything from the speeder, pausing for a moment in the kitchen to get a closer look. There had obviously been a scuffle, but he doubted your parents had died here. There wasn’t enough blood for that. They’d likely been dragged out, their bodies possibly in the sand outside. He didn’t have a good way to check for that so he had no way to protect you from it. He sighed. He should never had agreed to come here, should never have let you talk him into taking the Tatooine job in the first place. He had a bad feeling about this. A bad feeling about the whole damn thing.

The three of you stayed sequestered in your old room, silently agreeing to not venture into the rest of the house. Din was fine with that. It felt like a tomb.

“Here,” he pulled a cuff out of a pack and handed it to you after you’d both silently eaten a ration on the floor of your room. You frowned, taking it. “It’s a control for the kid’s pod. You can move him with it. Call him to you, just adjust where he is, send him to me, seal him in. It also has a com link to the pod and to me.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking at the kid - who was starting to look drowsy as he played with the toy you’d picked for him on Nevarro. You smiled a little at him. It was a sight Din was relieved to see. “And thank you for trusting me to keep him safe.”

“I know you will,” he said. “I’d trust you with just about anything, Doll.”

“Just about?” You asked, brows raised.

“If you had a better sense of self preservation, I’d say I trust you with anything,” he said. You scoffed a bit. He wasn’t sure if you knew he was being serious. He didn’t ask.

When the kid fell asleep, you put him in the pod and closed it before reaching a hand out for the Mandalorian. He took it and you pulled him to his feet, looking him firmly in the eye as you stepped close to him. You watched as you slowly unstrapped the armor from his chest, like you were waiting for him to tell you to stop. He didn’t.

You dropped his beskar to the ground piece by piece before you unzipped the flight suit and fell to your knees in front of him, your eyes still on his. You freed is now hard cock, running your hands up and down his shaft.

“Doll,” he managed, his hand going to your arm and trying to tug you up his body.

“Let me do this,” you breathed before you took him in your mouth. He groaned and the feel of you, the sight of you there in front of him.

You started slow, your mouth hot and wet and soft, your tongue pressing against the bottom of his head as you worked your lips further and further down his shaft, moving your hand up and down as you took more and more of him into you. He fought to not grab you and pull you down his length, desperate to be buried inside you.

“Doll,” he gritted his teeth. “We shouldn’t…”

You took all of him in your mouth then, the head of him driving into your throat as you looked up at him. Your eyes were soft and pleading and wide and you moaned, your mouth and throat gripping him. You sucked him harder, your tongue pressing against him. Your hands slid up his legs to his hips, using your grip to leverage yourself up and down his erection.

He tried to focus, tried to make himself step back from you. You were hurting and this wouldn’t help you. But your mouth…. Fuck, your mouth. You were so fucking soft and warm, working him over like you were starving for him. Getting lost in you was easy and his hand drifted to your head, fingers twisting in your hair.

You moaned, the sound muffled and dirty around his cock in your mouth, the sound of your pleasure making your throat tremble around his head.

He gave up resisting you completely, his head going back, guiding your mouth up and down his cock, a strangled groan slipping from his lips. You sucked him harder, moving with his hand as one of your own slipped down your body to cup your clit, pressing into yourself through your pants. You taking him in your mouth, watching him, you so turned on that it made you need to touch yourself pushed him over the edge, barely able to hold himself back enough to warn you that he was about to cum when he pulled your lips flush with his base and filled your throat, rope after rope of him emptying into you. You swallowed it all, moaning as you did, working yourself over harder as you did.

He went slack, barely able to stay standing, when you pulled back from him, wiping your mouth and getting to your feet.

“Doll,” he cupped your cheek and you pressed your face into his palm, eyes closed.

“I think we need to make up for lost time,” you whispered, putting your hands on his chest and gently pushing him backwards until he nearly fell onto your bed. You stepped back from him, pulling your shirt over your head and leaving it on the floor. You pulled your bandeau top off next, exposing your breasts.

“Whatever you’re feeling right now,” he began, but you cut him off.

“I don’t want to feel it,” you unbuttoned your pants and slid them and your underwear down your body, leaving you bare. “I want to feel you.”

You stepped forward, surrounding his legs with your own. Your hands went to his chest, running over his skin.

“Are you going to deny me?” You asked, voice soft, eyes pleading. He didn’t say anything. You lowered yourself onto his lap, gripping his cock and working your hand up and down. He groaned, already getting hard again. He’d just had you and he was already longing for more of you.

“Don’t want to deny you anything,” he managed through gritted teeth. Your hand increased its pace.

“Then don’t,” you whispered, his cock firm in your hand again. Your eyes found his below his helmet and you lifted your hips just enough to notch him against your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him, gentle and steady, eyes closed in pleasure as your body opened for him.

“Fuck, Cyare,” his hands went to your hips, guiding you further down his body. You sat tall atop him, back arching into him as his head fell to your chest, panting for breath. “So fucking tight, so good at taking me, fucking belong inside you…”

You groaned, moving over him, slow but hard at first before increasing your pace. Your pussy gripped him as you did, like you were trying to hold him deep inside you, desperate to keep him from leaving. His hands were still gloved and he wanted to feel more your skin but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you enough to do it, settling instead for pulling your stomach against his chest that was exposed through the open flight suit. You ground your hips on his, working your clit against his body as he felt you tighten further around him. His hands slid down your body to your hips, pulling you tighter against him, your moan barely able to slip through your lips.

“It’s alright, Cyare,” he looked up at you, gripping you tighter. Your eyes met his, desperate and lost. It made his heart ache. “I have you. Let go. I have you, you’re safe, just let go…”

You tightened and stilled around him for a moment before you throbbed around him, a choking, longing cry ripping from your chest. He could feel it leave you as his hands slid up your back almost to your shoulders, clutching you close as you came apart around him. As you caught your breath, he moved to lift you from him but you threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him.

“Not yet,” your voice was thick and wet. “Please, don’t leave me yet…”

“Trust me to take care of you?” He asked softly, leaning back from you to look in your eyes. You were crying. You nodded quickly. He pulled off his gloves, casting them aside before sliding his flight suit down his arms, leaving his skin bare. “I have you, Cyare.”

He held himself inside you as he shifted you so you were below him, pressing himself as far inside you as he could reach. You stretched over him, your velvet heat exquisitely soft around his cock. He ranged his hands over your body, your skin silk below his fingers, before one held your face and the other slipped below your ribs to pull you flush against him. You were gasping for breath, body curving into his own, pliant, bending to his motions. You wrapped around him and it was like you were everything, you were everywhere. All the things that made life worth a damn was wrapped up in you and how it felt to be inside of you.

“Din,” you sounded strained, overwrought. He held you closer. “I…”

Your voice broke, fingers digging into his bare flesh.

“Cyare,” he managed, moving harder and faster within you.

“I…” you gasped and adjusted your grip on him, your lips pressing into his shoulder.

“Yes Cyare?” He clung to you. “Tell me anything, ask for anything, I’ll give you anything…”

“I need to feel you cum inside me,” you were begging, pleading. “Please, I feel… fuck I’m so full but I feel so empty, I need…”

“Cum for me one more time, Cyare,” he whispered. Your body was tight around him. “You’re already close, give into it and I’ll give in to you…”

You nodded into him, pressing your lips to his throat and he adjusted himself so more of him was pressing against your clit, making you shudder and gasp. It didn’t take long from that angle for you to cry out, your orgasm taking hold as your body throbbed around him once again.

It was all he needed to press almost impossibly deep into you, his tip pressed flush against your back wall, and empty himself into you. You let out a gasping sob and all but collapsed below him, arms still limply over him. He gently lay you all the way on the bed, still pressed deep inside of you. He searched your face, your eyes still overwhelmed. One of your hands went to his helmet, tracing the contours of the metal before holding him over you.

“How do I fix it?” You asked, breathless, voice cracking. He pressed his forehead to yours, his body covering yours in the dark. “They’re gone, I can’t bring them back, how do I fix it? What do I do now?”

“You live, Cyare,” he held your gaze. “You live.”

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #smut fic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #the mandalorian #slow burn #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

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tsukkismoonlight · 2 years

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For You, Anything || NakedToaster x Reader

Authors note: I meant to put this in when i posted it hut work got in the way smh but !! This was my piece for the Teahouse collab, which you can find the other entries here !

Warnings: general warnings around breakups, thoughts/anxiety related to self image/self worth

Summary: You've sworn off love. After the way your last ex treated you, after all of the heartbreak, and all of the nights you lost to someone who didn't care, you have had enough. Or, that's what the plan had been. You wouldn't have guessed that a tiny fan server with less than ten members hid someone who made everything feel like all of that pain was worth it. And you, they'd do just about anything.

WC: 1.5k

You can tell that the little server is starting to wake for the night, by the sound of your notifications going off at a rapid pace. A smile crosses your face as you head over to your computer, double clicking on its icon that you had previously pinned to the taskbar.

One by one the messages loaded before your eyes, not that you had much time to read them before everyone was welcoming you back.

Nightowl was the first, as he quickly sent 'Hey hey hey! My fellow insomniac is here!'

'You two seriously need to fix your sleep schedules.' Was Onion's way of saying hi to you today.

'Hello to you too, Onion. I swear i'm trying my hardest' you type in response, before pausing and sending another message, 'Nightowl on the other hand…he's beyond saving.'

This earned an appearance from Quest, who came in to defend Nightowl on the low, 'Lets not gang up on the kid,'

'Thanks Quest, at least someone believes in me T-T'

You hummed to yourself, as another message made its way into the server. Though, this time it wasn't directed at you.

'Well if it isn't the ever so elusive Toaster.' Xyx's odd profile picture graced the chat room as he noted that Nakedtoaster was now active in the server.

'Wakey wakey Toast and shakey~' came Nightowl, quick to reference a story that Salo had told the group some few days ago.

'That again? How many times are you going to greet me with that, Owl?' You could practically hear the half-hearted exasperation through Toaster's message as if he was sitting right next to you.

'Is it better than Xyx always following up with "what's shakin bacon?" ' owl asked next, knowing full and well that Toaster really didn't mind either of the terms.

You took the slight lapse in the conversation to greet him yourself, 'good evening Toasty,'

'yeah yeah evening' he sends, then a short pause before another message from him loads, 'specifically good evening to you though.'

Another smile settles onto your features, as you reread his message.

From there the server seemed to find a good tempo in a happy conversation, talking about some bloomic fan-theory that June happened to come across just a few days prior.

You pull your attention away from the monitor for a moment to check your phone, swiping away the notifications displayed at the top of its screen. Outside of the server, you didn't have very many people to talk to. Sure, you had a few friends from work, and maybe one or two acquaintances that you made when you were still in school, but as life seemed to drag on, the less you heard from them. There was a point in time where you had a previous partner, and you had spent most of your free time with him.

And while things had started off nicely, they didn't end that way. He was controlling, you had to dress a certain way, speak a certain way, you had to take interest in the things he liked. The conversations were never about you. He would constantly criticize you, from the way you looked, to the way you'd write your As. By the time you finally managed to escape the guy, he had stripped you of who you were, or who you had been.

Your eyes glance to the date in the corner of your monitor. It had been nearly a year and a half since then. A year and a half of trying to fit cut up puzzle pieces together, in hopes that you'd get to see yourself again. Eighteen months of pushing yourself past your limits just to pick your hobbies and interests back up. Eighteen months of wondering if you could even go back to who you were before the guy.

A quiet ping from your computer broke you from your thoughts, and you looked to see a message from Toasty in the juicy gamers channel, one that only held Xyx, Toaster and yourself. Its purpose was supposed to be for Toaster and Xyx to talk about ffxiv, but by now it was just another chat room within the bloomic server.

As you clicked on the channel, you saw that it had been Nakedtoaster who pinged you, asking if you were alright, since you had gone quiet in the general chat.

'I'm alright! I was just thinking about something a little serious, I guess I got lost in my train of thought for a bit.'

You watched as it showed him typing, then a pause, then that he was typing again. Finally, he sent his message, 'wanna talk in the voice channel? You can share your thoughts with me if you'd like'

You pause for a moment. That would mean telling them about your ex. Not that you weren't ever open about your past with the server before. But, this was different. After breaking things off with your ex, you had promised yourself to do one thing; to swear off love, at least until you were ready to try again. You didn't want to rush into another relationship, only to doubt yourself again. You couldn't get stuck in another situation like that, especially if you weren't ready to put yourself first. And if you were being honest with yourself, you hardly had the words to explain that to someone else.

Yet, you found yourself joining Toaster's call, easily falling into the pattern that the two of you had made in your time in the server.

"You /still/ take forever to join calls," he smiles into his camera, slightly leaned forwards as they spoke into their mic.

You playfully roll your eyes at the comment, sighing as you did, "Not my fault /someone/ is so impatient,"

"Only because it's you,"

Your breath seems to hitch in your throat. Toaster said it so casually, that you almost missed how they actually meant it. You always seemed to misinterpret their words, everything he said always felt like it held more weight. And despite your vow to stay far away from relationships, you could never shake off the ever growing mix of anxiety and something that you didn't want to name that resided within your mind.

"Hey, you alright? I've called your name a few times now," Toasty is leaned back in his chair again, a worried look clear as day on his face.

You blink a few times, fighting off an awkward smile, mind racing to think of any excuse. When you couldn't form the words, Toaster let out a slow chuckle, as if he had understood your train of thought.

"I meant that as in…well." He paused, a heavy blush spreading across his face, "As in, I really enjoy talking with you and I'm impatient."

"But, only me?"

"Yeah. I wanted to say something earlier, but, I think I might have developed..uh..feelings for you."

The feeling was back. A confusing amount of dread, and content, like oil and water, refusing to mix but making themselves known aggressively.

"Toaster I-" you start, feeling your hands begin to shake, "I'm not…well…I don't want to outright say no or anything but..I'm not sure I'm ready for..well for that."

To your surprise, they let out another gentle laugh, nodding their head as they leaned back towards their mic, "I know,"

"Huh?"

"Well, I remembered awhile back that you mentioned a shitty ex, so I figured that this might be the case if I did confess…which is why I prepared myself." You watch as he fidgets with the short microphone stand, his eyes straying to something on his desk as he continued, "I'm not going to rush you. And I'm not going to make you tell me anything about your past relationship. I wanted to tell you that I like you, so that you know that I'm here, if you'll have me, whenever that may be."

You were stunned. Despite spending so much time with the Blooming Panic server, getting to know everyone, and letting them get to know this new, healing version of yourself, you had never stopped to think that any of them would actually take a deeper interest in you. Especially when you seemed to feel so lost in your own self worth and image, like looking into a mirror that was hastily glued back together. And yet they had. Nakedtoaster had looked at the same mirror, and decided that he wanted you.

You hardly notice a small stream of tears that fall from your face, as you speak, "You'd do that for me? You'd really wait?"

They lean back in their chair again, looking towards their camera with half lidded eyes, "I like you for who you are, and I know that. So, as long as I know that I want you, I'm okay with waiting."

He lets you sit for a moment, not commenting on your tears, or on the way you couldn't believe his words. Toasty was true to their words, they'd be okay with you taking your time, in this moment, and in the next. Something told you that you could trust him with that. Slowly, you let a smile make its way onto your face as you wipe away the uncertainty that had come from your eyes. Then, when you bring your attention back to them, they say one more thing.

"So, of course. For you, I'd do anything."

#teahouse collab: dark chocolates #collab #multifandom collab #blooming panic visual novel #blooming panic #bloomic #Nakedtoaster #blooming panic nakedtoaster #bp nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader

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killerheelsonadiscodancefloor · 2 years

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seeing with new eyes | egon spengler x reader

author’s note: so hi! this is my first little story i’m posting on here, very exciting stuff! i love love love requests so feel free to hit me with them :) i’m planning on putting together more of a comprehensive list of what i write for and such, but for now, ghostbusters fanfic

warnings: purposeful lowercase, jealousy, distant egon, flirting to make someone jealous, possibly ooc (it’s the first time in writing for ghostbusters), lmk if you guys see any i missed

it had only been a few weeks that i had been working with the ghostbusters to help janine take calls and make appointments, and thus far, they were the most exciting few weeks of my life.

i could hardly remember what my day-to-day was like before i scored my job at the fire station. coming in every day at eight to help janine schedule appointments, starting the coffee brewing for the boys, making sure the proton packs were ready for the specters they would face that day. it was all a routine that flowed so well it was practically second nature.

i even fit in well with janine and the ghostbusters themselves. well, almost all of them anyway.

there was ray, with his kind eyes and bright smile, who had immediately gone out of his way to welcome me to the station. he gave me the tour, teaching me all the little tricks along the way- “if you ever have business around here later at night, that stair kinda creaks—peter hasn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, you know how that is,” -and always made sure to keep me in the loop regarding information that referred to before i was hired. ray was easy to joke with and fun to share a snack with on our lunch break.

then, of course, winston. he understood better than anyone else what it felt like to join the gang a little later and made sure i knew he was always available to chat with. while spending time with him i learned more of the practical parts of hunting ghouls, “just in case!” he always said. winston was also one to not sugarcoat things and had pulled me aside after my interview to kindly but seriously caution me as to what the job entailed. i cherished the time we spent walking to the local sub shop and fixing up the ecto-1 together.

peter was an unavoidable presence around the station, although not an unwelcome one. the whole flirtatious douchebag bit he had going was a lot less obnoxious once i got to know the snarky but sweet man that laid behind it. peter was truly devoted to dana and seeing them together put a smile on face; this was due in part to how nice it was to see the two in love, but also because it gave me ammunition to make fun of him with. we playfully messed with each other often, switching between several of our running jokes in the same conversation—much to the confusion of the others.

and finally. the ghostbuster that seemed none too fond of me at all: egon. i admired him greatly for all of the things he’d invented while discovering more scientific information about ghosts than anyone in the field before him. and, sure, maybe i also admired the way his hair fell into his face when he was examining a new specimen and the way his eyes lit up as he jotted new findings down into the various notebooks he had scattered about. but that’s not very relevant. at least, that’s what i try to tell myself and janine. but after my first week working here, our interactions had been extremely limited.

———

while on my tour from ray, we wandered down to the lab. “this is the spot egon frequents, so if you ever need to find him, this is the best place to look.” ray informs me in a quiet undertone. the stark contrast in the boisterous way he’d been speaking upstairs sobered me. suddenly this whole operation felt much more serious-more real, even. we continued further into the room from the staircase to find egon bent over a microscope.

“egon!” ray greets with a slap on his friend’s shoulder. “ray.” egon mumbles back distractedly. his brows furrow as he adjusts the magnification on the equipment, before moving back and shaking his head.

“hard at work figuring out the molecular breakdown of that goo?” i ask, testing a joke to gage just how professional egon truly was.

while ray smiles, egon merely stares. he seems to be at a loss for words as he considers me and before i can apologize, he rushes out, “yes, actually. we got this when peter got, well, ‘slimed,’ we’ll call it. figuring out it’s exact components could help leaps and bounds in figuring out how exactly these specters manifest and what we can do to stop the influx new york has had thrust upon it.”

“oh! so this is definitely some, uh, important ectoplasm then. i have to admit, i don’t know much on the science side of all of this. would you mind if i borrowed your notes sometime?” i asked, shifting my feet. while it was slightly painful for me to have to ask egon for help understanding, i figured, who better than the brains of the bunch? if i was going to be working here for the foreseeable future, it would be good to have a deeper understanding of the creatures i’d be (indirectly) dealing with.

again, egon hit me with that look, as though he’s never seen something like me before. after an awkwardly long beat of silence, ray nudged egon with his elbow. egon suddenly sprung back to life, quickly maneuvering himself off of his stool and to a desk on the other side of the lab. he grabbed a stapled packet of paper and arrived in front of me, offering it to me with a fully extended arm. “it’s a thesis of sorts, you can read it before i submit it to the new york times.” egon says after i take it, tucking it gingerly into my bag.

i expressed my appreciation and shook his still outstretched hand, introducing myself despite the fact that janine told me she had already told all the guys about me. egon shot me a tight smile, and sensing rather than guessing that he wanted to get back to his ectoplasm, ray moved forward to continue my tour.

three days later, i ventured down to the lab on my own to return egon’s thesis. despite his occasionally overly scientific language, the paper had been a good read. i told him as much when i handed him the papers, making my best attempt at ignoring the flutter in my heart when our fingers brushed. “you thought so? it’s good to hear, peter was saying it may be too advanced for ‘normal people,’” at this point, he did air-quotes with his fingers and i tried my hardest not to be endeared by it. “i think he was just messing with me, ray agreed with me that it was a good middle ground of being too academic and too simple.”

with a jolt, i realized his dark eyes were directed to me for my opinion. “definitely! anything that was kind of complicated, you can deduce through the context. and from what i can tell, peter is always messing with everyone, i wouldn’t take his critiques too seriously.” i reassured, a broad smile on my face as i did so. egon opened his mouth to respond when the siren blared, signaling the beginning of a new case and then end to our conversation.

“well, i’ll catch you later! maybe you can brief me on your goo findings.” i added a wink at the end, trying to get a bit more friendly with the doctor. he stumbled his way through a goodbye before leaving the lab-not seeming to realize that he had his suit down here.

———

since that day, it seemed like egon was avoiding me. i wasn’t sure what i had done wrong. maybe the way i joked about his work? but no, he’d seemed fine when i did that before. the fact that i’d read his thesis? then again, egon had been the one to offer it to me.

i took my concerns to ray, where they were promptly overheard by peter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it, newbie. egon gets freaked about my jokes all the time and we still put up with each other!” he said bracingly, shaking my shoulders to make his point.

ray looked as though he wanted to interject, but winston called him from downstairs. he grinned apologetically and slid down the pole to see why his friend was calling him. before long, peter and i were sharing the left over lo mein on the table and discussing golden girls (a guilty pleasure of his.)

egon entered midway through this conversation without even glancing our way. he began to brew a new pot of coffee with his eyes fixed sternly on the machine. i felt a frown tug at my lips before i was able to pull myself away from analyzing this behavior and back to peter’s reasoning about how sophia was the best character. something was different though, i noted as peter scooted his chair closer to mine. my mind switched rapidly between peter’s sudden flirtatious behavior as he hooked his foot around mine to egon’s tense shoulders and white-knuckle grip on the cabinet.

“what do you think?” peter’s voice drew my eyes to him as i tried (and failed) to not notice egon in my peripheral. “about sophia.” he prompted again.

“oh, well i guess i would agree with you-” i began, before peter whooped excitedly.

“yes! i knew there was a reason i liked you!” he proclaimed, snatching my hand up and pressing a dramatic kiss to it. i raised my eyebrows at his prolonged eye contact before drawing my hand away with a chuckle.

“peter, we both know you only like me for my pretty face.” i joked. “well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” he fired back quickly. suddenly egon snatched the whole pot of coffe, turning swiftly on his heel and closing the door harshly on his way out. “sheesh. looks like someone’s a tad jealous. you know, for egon being the scientist here, i’d sure love to study his brain. not for his supposed genius either.” peter scoffed good-naturedly.

i blinked at him in shock. “jealous? egon? no way.” i denied easily. the guy was extremely pragmatic and intelligent, i doubted he would let something so petty effect him. that and he’s completely avoided me the past couple weeks.

“watch, i’ll show you.” peter insisted. i stared at him before finally relenting with a roll of my eyes. “what’s in it for you anyway?” i asked. “well, an opportunity to bother egon, not to mention flirt with a beautiful lady-” i cut him off quickly, “goodbye peter!”

and so peter’s plan commenced. he flirted with me to apparently make egon jealous, despite the fact that i was sure egon despised me. when i told ray how ridiculous i felt this whole charade was, he agreed but chimed in with something that shook me. “although, if this is what it takes to get egon to make a move, i guess it’ll be worth it.”

i spluttered in shock. “what? it’s true! me and the other guys are sick of him being too skittish to do anything but stare at you.” ray continued as if he hasn’t just flipped my world upside down.

before i could retort, the door swung open and egon, the man of the hour, entered. ray quickly switched the topic to our shared favorite snack, cheez-itz. i stared incredulously at the choice in conversation but he gave me a look back that said ‘just go with it.’ we continued talking about cheez-itz until he left the room. “that was ridiculous.” i mumbled, putting my head down on my arms. ray patted my shoulder sympathetically, unable to reassure me because it really had been.

the following day, there was a new box of cheez-itz on my desk. i stopped a couple of feet away to examine the scene. “what’s the matter with you? you’re blocking the space.” janine said as she steered me to my desk. i silently pointed at the box.

“oh. huh.” she said, apparently also stumped. “wasn’t there yesterday.” i mumbled. she hummed as she took in the scene, before we flinched in shock as ray roughly opened the door. “(y/n)— oh, did you get more cheez-itz?” he asked reaching for the box.

“no, i guess someone… got them for me.” i concluded with a smile. ray handed them over with a shrug. “wasn’t me.” him and janine chorused. i shook my head. that much had been obvious. i sank into my chair as i tried to figure out who would gift these to me, when peter strolled in.

“venkman! what is this, some sort of courting gift?” i asked with a raised brow. “courting g—what are you talking about?” peter replied in bewilderment. i held up the cheez-itz in answer. “ah, no. not from me anyway. also you’re gonna have a visitor soon—” before he could finish speaking, egon hurriedly enters the room with winston trailing behind him.

“so there’s a party and no one invited me? real cold.” winston joked, coming to stand next to ray at my desk. before any of us could retort, egon turns to me and clears his throat.

“could i talk to you, (y/n)?” he asks, eyes shifting from me to the rest of the room.

i blinked in surprise. what was with these guys and catching me off guard today? “um, sure!” i replied, standing up so quickly that my chair rolled back. egon nodded appreciatively and walked back out into the stairwell. with a nervous glance at janine and the guys, i followed.

i shut the door behind me, finding egon standing tensely in the hallway. “are you alright?” i asked gently. he looked at me contemplatively before asking, “did you know peter is attracted to you?”

my eyebrows raised in shock. egon took this to mean no and continued. “that’s the reason he’s asked you out to dinner. he wants it to be a date.” he stared at me as he waited for my response. “oh. huh.” i said intelligently. i hadn’t been informed of this plan. i guess peter may have just started saying whatever he could to make egon jealous. i refocused when i saw egon take a deep breath in.

“do you want it to be a date?” his voice was strained. “um, i’m not sure. i guess i’d have to think about it.” i trailed off uncertainly. egon’s gaze lingered on my fidgeting hands before he burst out, “(y/n), i’d like to tell you something before you consider this date with peter. i… i have feelings for you.”

my mouth parted as i stared at him in complete shock. sure, i’d been told that egon liked me. peter had even started this whole scheme to prove it. but i never really thought it was possible. now though…

“well. this definitely changes things.” i mumbled, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. egon seemed uneasy and maybe regretful. “i-i’m sorry if i’ve ruined things—”

“you haven’t.” i replied firmly. i stepped closer and took his hand in mine. egon’s dark eyes searched mine before he slowly leaned in, bringing the hand not holding mine to rest against my collar bone and play with my hair. a smile involuntarily curled my lips up until i couldn’t contain myself anymore. swiftly, my hand caught his tie and i pulled him to me until our lips pressed together.

egon’s hand moved from mine up to my back and he pressed me closer to him, deepening the kiss with the new angle. i brought my other arm around his shoulders to keep my balance. he was a bit taller than me, and kissing him had me on my tip toes.

“does this mean we aren’t going out this weekend?” venkman’s pouty voice broke me and egon apart. his grip on my waist tightened slightly. “the jig is up peter. you can go crawling back to dana now.” i snickered. “yeah, well, sacrifices needed to be made. she’s been waiting on you two to get together longer than me.” peter replied with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes. he exited with a ‘you’re welcome!’ called over his shoulder. loud cheers erupted after he entered the room again.

“going off all the noise, i guess everyone knows we’re together now.” i hummed, turning to look back at egon. he stood with a puzzled furrow between his brows. “so all of the flirting peter’s been doing, it was all to make me jealous?” he asked. “yeah, he said there was no way you’d confess otherwise.”

at egon’s scoff, i raised an eyebrow. “well, would you have? confessed?” i inquired with a grin. his silence was answer enough. i began to giggle while egon merely shook his head and pulled me closer. “maybe venkman’s smarter than we all think.” he mumbled into my hair. i only laughed harder at this, clutching egon’s shoulders.

“so, wait—” i said, pulling away so that i could see egon. “the cheez-itz, were those you?” i asked in wonder. egon ducked his head, smiling bashfully. i gasped dramatically. “look at you being all romantic with the secret admirer stuff!”

egon moved closer once more, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. “well, it’s not so secret anymore.” he whispered, before i pulled him in once more. at least now i knew that egon definitely didn’t dislike me.

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